#and had several moments where i had to stop

[radiance1]

Linked to this post about Billy, Danny, and Vlad meeting in a dream. Tagging @puppetmaster13u because I think they'd like this!

The world was being invaded, taking the chance that some of the core members of the Justice League were away off-world to take the world when it was down on its defenses.

Billy is fighting and saving as many people as he could along with the rest of the heroes presents, they just had to hold out for reinforcements, which is the last few members of the League off world to rejoin their ranks. Billy may have the magic of gods on his side, but he is severely outnumbered and, being one of the powerhouses, has been targeted consistently over and over and barely given any time to actually rest.

So, there he is, battered, bruised, and overall exhausted but still putting up a decent fight. He tries to lead them away from basically everyone else, attacking as he flew away to a secluded enough area but there's just too many to actually do any notable damage.

So, he pulls out one, final, Shazam.

It works. But it also doesn't.

Whatever damage that lightning did, more just flowed in to replace them and Billy knew that even if he fired off another one, the result would be the same.

This is where he will die.

And he accepted that.

He didn't, but what else was he supposed to do?

So, he screwed his eyes shut and hoped that being ripped apart wouldn't be too painful.

Only, nothing happened for a moment. Then another. And another. Until he finally opened his eyes to see the enemies stopped still in their tracks and, for some reason, everything seemed darker somehow.

They looked up in fear and apprehension, so Billy looked up too.

Something had risen from his shadow.

A being of never-ending black that towered over them, its head tilted at an angle that made Billy cringe with eyes that seemed to see through and at them all at once. Then, it lit up with red, and Billy, the closest to it, could suddenly see the stars upon stars inside of its body.

Like a Christmas tree. Billy thought, chuckling at his own joke. If he was going to die anyways, might as well have a bit of fun, right?

One of the invaders tried to make a dash and grab for him.

Then, the overwhelming sound of silence deafened him. Billy didn't even know that was a thing that could happen but as soon it screamed? Roared? Whatever it did, every other sound just... ceased to exist.

A tendril of darkness wrapped around him, and Billy accepted his fate.

Nothing happened.

Instead, the ones who tried to kill him were killed without mercy. Tendrils of darker yet darker lit up with red and containing stars that looked so much like too many eyes crushed, slashed, stabbed, consumed the waves upon waves of enemies that Billy struggled against from pure number alone.

It was swift, it was deadly, it was even brutally efficient but above all.

It was confusing.

This... being. Whatever it was, wasn't doing anything to him, the red glow it gave off just faded, leaving back the true darkness that was its body and shutting off the stars. It slowly, ever so slowly, shrunk itself down from its towering height, as if wary of another attack coming from somewhere.

Not for itself, but for him.

For Billy.

He didn't know how he could tell that, but somehow, he just did?

It was looking at him, curiously? He thinks? And with the adrenaline fading from his system, being replaced by confusion, it finally sets in just how tired he was. With a yawn forcing itself from his lips and his eyes trying to close on their own when his body apparently decided it was safe enough to just rest.

Before his mind jumpstarted itself as he suddenly remembered that they were in the middle of an invasion, and he need to leave. He tried too, at the very least, but another tendril, and another one, wrapped around him as soon as he tried.

He struggled to get himself out, but nothing he tried worked. He barely had the strength for another Shazam, but he was prepared to try-

A tendril wrapped itself around his mouth.

Well.

That was unfortunate.

Then, the world turned dark.

---

He was dreaming, again. Or at least he thinks he was. Usually, he wasn't aware of it most of the time, but this was also one of those weird dreams he's been having for a while.

There was no ground, there was no sky. There was only the vibrant colors of space with the 'ground' being rolling clouds of all sorts of colors that twinkled with stars and the 'sky' was just an endless expanse filled with constellations.

"Billy." A voice echoed his name, and Billy turned around to face a familiar sight he's always seen inside of his dreams. A large, large merman with scales and flowing hair akin to that of a galaxy that glimmered with stars and a large golden mask floating above his head stared down at him. Eyes filled with both concern and a overwhelming relief. "I'm so glad you're safe."

"Um, hey Danny!" Billy greeted, awkwardly waving at the large celestial being that has been occupying his dreams as of late. For some reason, he was a bit embarrassed? He really hopes he didn't see how he was getting jumped actually. "Yea I'm-I'm fine!" He struck a familiar pose that he always did as Shazam and flashed his signature smile as while.

Danny was, unfortunately, not amused.

"Child, you need to rest." Danny said, more like thought because his mouth wasn't moving at all. "You're exhausted, stay here and rest."

"But they need help!" Billy countered, dropping his pose to cross his arms and, well, scowl. He tried to imitate one of Batman's glares, when the celestial above him looked unimpressed he could tell he most likely failed.

"And help they shall receive." Danny inclined his head in a direction, clouds parting to reveal an inky blackness that had something instinctual in Billy's body shy away from it. He glanced down at his feet warily. He didn't even know that was there! "Vlad." Danny called out, and red eyes peered out from the void, before the familiar, towering body of complete and utter darkness rose from the pool of, well, emptiness. It looked at Danny curiously and, yep, Billy was still cringing from the way it angled its neck.

"A piece of him there," Danny said as Vlad shifted around him, wrapping its body around Danny's before resting its head on his shoulder and looking down at Billy too. "Unfortunately, I cannot help you, it is too far for me to make it there myself. But Vlad was able to send a piece of himself to help you and I believe that is more than enough to turn the tides in your favor."

Billy shrunk into himself as Danny's gaze turned into a stern glare, not too dissimilar to the way he's seen parents scolding their children and, what made it even worse, Vlad looked at him and mimicked him! How was he supposed to defend himself against that!?

"So rest." Danny's voice was stern, and he thinks Vlad chimed in as well, if these random feelings basically telling him the same thing were anything to go by. Billy still didn't know how he could tell that. Billy could fight against this; he could say no and try to wake himself up to back out there and help people, but looking at the stern, parental glares he's on the opposite end of he just huffed. "Fine."

---

When Billy woke up, everything seemed okay, thankfully. The sky wasn't filled with fleets anymore, so that was a plus. He was in the aftermath of a battle, corpses strewn about along with rubble and pieces of shattered armor.

Billy blinked.

'Vlad' was wrapped around him, in a protective sort of way he thinks, and Billy let the thought 'Okay, this is actually pretty comfortable' run across his mind. He was still pretty tired, actually, and-

Oh hey, he actually still had his communicator? He thought that fell off or was destroyed the lightning.

Billy turned it. He cringed a bit at the way it flashed with static, before letting out a small sigh of relief when it cleared up. He looked over the messages from -apparently the last few hours (and wasn't that crazy?)- the time he was asleep and slumped against Vlad's form seeing that, yes, nothing bad happened and everyone else was safe.

I'm alive! Was the first message he sent before he yawned and rubbed at his eyes. Instantly, messages exploded and caused a series of dings on his communicator, all of which were asking where he was, if he was okay, and if he knew what that creature that suddenly joined their battle was.

A friend! Was what he typed, muting his communicator while shutting it off. Did that answer anything? Nope! Did Billy feel like clearing that up right now? Also no!

That is a future Billy's problem! Present Billy is going to go back to sleep!

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #I think Billy can be a little shit after nearly dying #Also that thing about Vlad wrapping himself around Danny was inspired by the Black Tortoise when I remembered it! #Because now I'm thinking that's a regular thing they do when Danny's in Space Whale form #Teehee #Vlad looking at Danny being a stern parent: Mimics him #Billy: Aw what the heck am I supposed to do now!? Two against one is unfair!!! #His near death experience WILL set in later when he has the time to process it though #For now he's going back to sleep!!!

[mrsmarinara]

So excited for the summer series! The prompts you chose were perfect! It was impossible to just pick one! May I please request 5 with Jack?

Hazy Clarity || Jack Hughes x reader

Prompt: 5. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

WC: 2.1k

A/N: I really am trying to get through these requests. Promise. Anyways I hope you like this.

Warnings: drug use (for medical reasons)

Summary: You thought you knew what you were getting into when you volunteered to take care of Jack after his surgery.

When you volunteered to be with and take care of Jack after his surgery you thought you knew what you were getting yourself into. Dating Jack for a year and knowing him for a year beforehand meant that you had seen him injured before and that usually, you would skip going to your apartment in favor of spending your time in his to make sure he was okay. Perhaps being there after Jack had his surgery was more so to calm your anxious mind but even though he wasn’t completely awake and coherent, he still seemed to appreciate the company.

Antsy. That was the best way to describe Jack. Since you met him it seemed like he always had to be doing something, even if it was just sitting down, if he wasn’t talking he would bounce his leg or constantly tap his fingers. It was like watching a child try and contain a sugar rush. So it was a little off-putting to watch as Jack sat on your couch, still as could be. He had several pillows cushioning his arm as he dozed quietly.

Quietly, so you wouldn’t wake him up, you grabbed the thickest throw blanket you had and covered Jack with it. He barely stirred as you tucked the blanket loosely around him. You stifled a giggle as you watched him twitch his nose at your actions before going still again.

When it was clear that he wasn’t waking up anytime soon you checked your phone only to see several dozen messages from his teammates, friends, and family. They ranged from asking how Jack was feeling and if he was doing better to asking how you were managing. You replied to all of them, letting everyone know that Jack is doing fine and recovering well. When you got to Jack’s family you gave a little more detail, telling Ellen that there was no need to worry and that he’s mostly been asleep because of the pain medication. Luke had asked if he should come to visit after the season ends to help with everything but you reassured him that he would see Jack soon and that you had everything under control. You wished him luck on the few remaining games the Devils still had to play and made sure to let him know that you and Jack would be watching them.

Once you managed to respond to every text you plugged your phone into the charger in the living room and made your way into the kitchen to make something for dinner.

When he was awake, Jack proved to be rather ravenous. It didn’t surprise you at all, even when he was healthy and uninjured he could still eat you out of house and home. You didn’t want to test the limits of his medication and end up having him throw up the food you made later. So you finally landed on making the salmon you had just recently bought and tomato cucumber avocado salad.

Your apartment wasn’t all that big. If you poked your head out of the kitchen you could see directly into the living room. So halfway through cooking you heard it when Jack woke up. You didn’t immediately rush to him, choosing rather to stay in the kitchen and finish the meal you were making.

You were filled with anxiety since the moment he got injured. I’m fact, you felt rather positive that if you went back to the hospital waiting room, where you sat as he had surgery, you would see a hole in the floor that you caused from the nonstop pacing you did as you waited to hear from the surgeon. Even when Jack was finally allowed to come home you couldn’t stop your mind from racing. Was your apartment clean enough? Did you have enough space for him to get better? What if he tried to do something that only made his injury worse?

You weren’t a nurse or a doctor. You had no background in medicine so the task of taking care of your healing boyfriend was daunting, to say the least. What you did have, though, was two years of knowing Jack. You could read his mood and body language better than anybody else. You knew when he was hurt, stressed, or upset and you knew exactly what to do to help. At least most of the time.

So when you heard some light shuffling from the living room and a quiet cough you knew he was awake. When you heard the television being turned on and the soft noise from it you were only proven right.

It doesn’t take you long to finish cooking and once you’re done you make two plates and head back out to the living room. You smile at the sight that greets you. Jack added another pillow to prop up his arm and found another throw blanket the wrap around himself. He blinks a bit sluggishly from underneath the blankets but the soft smile that adorns his face when he sees you makes it feel like butterflies are fluttering around in your stomach.

You smile back at him and set the plate of food on the coffee table. When you sit down you immediately feel Jack's cheeks and forehead for any warmth. The doctors told you to keep an eye out for any signs of a fever in the first few days after his surgery. His cheeks were warm but nothing that should have you worrying. It was only the warmth of sleep that still clung to him and made his cheeks rosy red.

Before you could pull your hand away Jack nuzzled into your touch. His eyes slipped close again and a sigh left his mouth. You ignored the way your heart beat faster and pulled your hand back gently.

“Hey, pretty boy, how’re feeling?” You asked softly.

Jack quietly groaned before forcing his eyes back open. His eyes were still red and glossy from sleep and when he spoke his voice was husky and his talking slow. “Still in a lot of pain.”

You glanced at the clock you had hanging on your wall to see how much time had passed since the last time you gave him any pain medication.

“You can have more medicine if you eat,” you gestured to the plate you had brought out. Jack followed to where your fingers were pointing. “It’s not good to take medication on an empty stomach.”

Jack hummed in acknowledgment before trying to sit up to eat. You watched him as he winced in pain but he didn’t say anything so you decided it was best for you to not bring anything up.

Halfway through eating and watching a rerun of The Office that was playing Jack sighed and put his fork down.

“I love your cooking,” he said almost wistfully. You glanced down at his plate and saw that only half of it was eaten, which was better than yesterday when he refused to eat anything.

“I would say thank you but I know that you routinely eat cold leftover pizza,” you huffed out a small laugh. That didn’t mean that Jack didn’t know how to cook. He could make something to sustain somebody but you couldn’t count on both of your hands the amount of times you had gone over to his apartment and saw a fridge with no food and just Gatorade and beer.

“I’m pretty confident you're the best cook I know.” He said as he burrowed himself back into the couch and under the blankets.

When he winced again you didn’t hesitate to reach over to the end table and grab the bottle of medication that he was prescribed. When you gave him the pills he immediately tipped his head back and swallowed them without water.

“I’m probably biased, though,” Jack said once he could.

You raised your eyebrow in curiosity. You finished chewing the food in your mouth before asking, “Biased how?”

“I love everything you do.”

Warmth floods your cheeks at his declaration. You hoped Jack wouldn’t notice it or that the medication would make him forget about it tomorrow. It’s not that you were embarrassed to let him see the effect he had on you, you just knew that if he was more coherent and present he’d probably tease you and perhaps it was self-absorbed or vain but all you wanted was to bask in his affections for you right now.

“Oh?” It was all you could think to say. Jack wasn’t the most affectionate when it came to words. It was obvious that his love language was physical touch so it’s not as if you had much experience in dealing with him saying sweet things randomly.

Jack hummed and nodded his head slowly. The pills you had given him were starting to kick in, you could tell as his eyelids grew heavier with every blink and the way his head slightly bobbed around as if he was trying to keep himself awake.

“Yeah,” his voice was low and slightly stirred but he kept his blue eyes trained on you. “I love everything about you.”

A bashful smile bloomed on your face and you didn’t try to hide it from your boyfriend. You placed your plate back on the table and kissed his cheek, “I love you too, Jack.”

When you pulled away and looked at Jack you were surprised to see a frown on his lips. He didn’t look upset or angry at what you said. Instead, he looked like he was thinking hard about something.

You didn’t lean back in for a kiss but instead, you lifted your hand to his face and rubbed your thumb over the wrinkles on his forehead. “Tell me what you’re thinking about otherwise you’ll end up with wrinkles from all that frowning.”

“You don’t get it, baby,” he spoke so softly you had to strain to hear him. “I love you. I love everything about you and I know you love me but it’s not even a comparison because I know I love you more than you love me.”

“That’s not true,” his words had left you feeling breathless but despite his sweet words, you needed him to know how much you loved him. “I can’t even put into words how much you mean to me.”

Jack’s eyes slid close but his soft and sleepy smile stayed. “You don’t get it, you’re like…” he paused for a long moment to find the right words. “You’re like the sun and I’m like a plant. I’m always seeking you out and I wouldn’t be able to survive if you were gone.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. A part of you wished that you had gotten it on camera because even though Jack was never one to shy away from talking about anything, he had never said anything remotely close to what he just told you.

However, it didn’t seem like he was looking for a response because less than a few seconds after his head dropped onto one of the many pillows behind him.

You say still on the couch for a moment waiting for your racing heart to go back to its regular rhythm. Once you felt stable again, you grabbed the plates as quietly as you could to not wake your boyfriend. When you stood from the couch to bring the dishes to the kitchen you were startled by the light grip on your arm. You looked down to see Jack had reached out to stop you from leaving.

“You know, I meant what I said right?” He asked, his eyes were still closed and his grip on you was becoming more and more loose by the second.

You grabbed his hand and set it down on his chest. “I know, Jacky.”

When he spoke again his words were slow and slurred, “Good, because you're the best thing to ever happen to me.”

The last few words were almost inaudible and before you could reply Jack was asleep. You smiled down at your sleeping boyfriend with a fond smile.

You brushed a piece of hair that was in his face away and leaned down to kiss his forehead softly.

“Trust me, I feel the same way.”

You know he couldn’t hear you but it felt important to you to say it out loud. When you finally left the living room and placed the dirty dishes into the dishwasher you couldn’t help but think that volunteering to take care of Jack after his surgery was a better decision than you originally had thought.

#Jack Hughes #Jack Hughes fics #jack hughes fluff #jack hughes x reader #nhl imagines #my writing #jack hughes imagine

[angel5ofp0rn]

PT 1 / PT 3 😋

ExHusband!Price x afab!reader

more fluffy this time heh 🙂‍↕️

just Price being a dad

*haven’t proofread :-(

You wake up in John’s arms. Your heads are at the foot of the bed, and your feet near the head.

Last night didn’t stop at one time.

Of course not.

How could you two just hook up once when you’re the only ones who know each other’s bodies the way you do?

When you’ve gone two years without someone knowing worshiping your body just the way you like it?

You slowly remove John’s arm from where it was hugged your bare waist so you could sit up and stretch a bit.

God, you were sore.

You could hear the faint sound of John’s soft snoring from behind you as he laid there, still asleep.

Even in this moment of post-hookup clarity, you’re just still so connected to his presence in a way that you can hardly understand.

You lean down and kiss his cheek, your lips brushing against his prickly stubble.

You don’t know how things are going to be when he wakes, so you’ll take what you can get for now.

He lets out a small grunt as you kiss his cheek, and his body begin to shift slightly.

He’s waking up, and you know that it’s any moment before his eyes are on you again, and God knows what will happen then…

John’s eyes open.

You’re holding your breath.

His sleepy eyes still hold that same level of passion that they had last night, and your own glance back at him is just the same.

The intensity that’s in the air between you is only growing, only getting more potent, in a way that neither of you would like to let go of just yet.

“Hey.” You smile a little bit, your voice still soft and sleepy.

“G’mornin’.” He looks up at the soft smile on your face, matching it with his own lazy smirk. His gaze soon drifts back to your neck and the hickey he knows is still there.

Your eyes flicker down to his neck as well, seeing the matching mark you left on his throat.

“I should get the kids up soon.” You sigh softly. “You should… get dressed, and get to the couch. I don’t want to confuse them.”

John nods, getting up from the bed to find his clothes. The realization that this really has to end soon sinking in.

“Gonna be honest, love. Wish it didn’t have to be like this.”

You tilt your head to the side a bit. “What would you prefer, Johnathan?”

You smirk a tiny little bit as you call him by his full name; you used to do that to bug him when you were married.

He shakes his head, a breathy chuckle at how you’ve reverted to his full name now. It was always funny just how much that used to annoy him.

“I’d prefer jus’ to pick up where we left off.”

This time he lets the silence hang for a while, not bothering to fill it in. Both of you knew how complicated things were. Neither one of you wanted to be the one to acknowledge it.

Until you do.

“Where we left off was an ugly, screaming, crying argument.” You try not to sound too sour as you recall this.

John looks down as he hears this, trying to seem more busy with buttoning his jeans instead of acknowledging just how true that statement was.

The memory of that argument between the two of you was fresh in his mind as you brought it back up. He couldn’t argue with you, your point, or even the sour tone you had in your voice. You were right.

“And we didn’t fight. That was our rule.” You remind him of the severity of your last fight.

“I know.” John sighs, a hand now rubbing over his beard, not bothering to argue or deflect.

The rule had always been to never fight. To talk everything out. To work through your problems in a civilized manner. But that last time, that last night, things got too out of hand.

He wasn’t proud of the way things ended.

You wipe your eyes, not realizing that you were starting to feel those intense emotions again, two years later.

You announce that you’re going to shower and then get the kids up, that John needs to get back downstairs to the couch.

After your shower, you get dressed and go to your youngest child’s room, but found the bed empty.

You quickly go to your oldest’s room, finding their bed empty as well.

“John!” You run down the stairs. “The kids-“

You freeze.

In the kitchen, you see John holding your youngest on his hip, the oldest on John’s strong back, their little arms and legs clinging around their father.

John tried not to laugh as he looked up and saw you standing in the kitchen now, seeing just how panicked you were.

“I’ve got ‘em.”

“Daddy knows how to make Mickey Mouse pancakes!” Your youngest grins widely. The normally grumpy-in-the-morning toddler was smiling like this was the best day ever.

“Anything f’r you, love.” He smiles at them, giving a kiss on the cheek before shifting his attention over to the oldest, who was still clinging to his back like a monkey. “How y’doin’ back there, buddy?”

“Awesome!” Your oldest cheers, their arms hugging around John’s neck.

Your heart aches.

Look how happy they are with their dad being home…

For a moment there, you forget all of your worries once you see those smiles on the kids’ faces,

John’s fatherly attention is getting to you.

You see how much your children are enjoying him being here, how much they love him.

How much he loves them.

You take your older child from John’s back and cover their little face with kisses, making them giggle like crazy.

“Help me set the table, little monkey.” You set the child to their feet and then handed them some silverware, while you take the plates.

“Dad’s gonna eat breakfast with us?!” Your little looked up at you with big blue eyes, as if it just clicked that John isn’t leaving right away.

“ ‘course I am.” John says, looking down at the little one and smiling as he sets a large plate of Mickey Mouse pancakes on the table.

“I wanna sit next to daddy!” The youngest says now, their eyes gleaming with the idea. The oldest had already reached their dad’s side, leaving you to finish setting up the table by yourself.

During breakfast, you notice how John is actively engaging in the conversation with the kids. He’s patiently listening to every story about a cartoon they’ve watched, answering every question about God-knows-what that they seemingly pulled out of nowhere.

Watching the love he has for them, as well as his playful nature with the both of them make you smile a bit. He’s still the same John you’d married all those years ago.

Isn’t that something.

After breakfast you have to fight to let John allow you to wash the dishes yourself.

He took the kids to the playroom and kept them entertained while you cleaned up.

Once the dishes are drying, you’re about to walk into the playroom. You pause in the hallway when you hear the kids talking to John in a hushed tone.

“Are you and mummy friends?” The youngest asks quietly.

You hear him let out a soft chuckle.

“Friends, yeah… We’re friends.” His soft tone of voice makes it evident that the subject of you two wasn’t exactly easy to talk about around the kids.

“Best friends?” The oldest pushes, the cheeky little kid.

“Yes, your mummy is my best friend.” John answers simply, unaware that you’re listening from the hall.

“Do you and mummy kiss?!” The oldest giggles, their little hands covering their mouth as if this was a question that could possibly get them in trouble.

You hear a nervous laugh escape John’s lips. He’s clearly flustered by the question from the five-year-old.

“Just what are you two cheeky kids talking about in here?” You ask as you walk in to save John, causing the two kids to burst into a giggle fit.

The youngest buries their face into John’s shoulder, not able to respond because of the giggles.

“Kissies! You and daddy have kissies! I saw it in a picture!” Your oldest says, their little voice filled with a matter-of-fact tone.

“Oh my god.” You cover your mouth, stifling your own nervous laughter.

They had seen your wedding photos that were still in an album in your home office.

You don’t know why you kept all of those, anyway. The past was the past. Why did you feel like holding on..?

John was now also filled with amusement when he heard how the little one had known all along. He knew there wasn’t really much way to go around this one, so it was probably best to just own up to it.

“You caught us. Mummy and I used to give kissies. We used to kiss a lot actually…”

You throw a stuffy from the floor at John, cutting him off.

The kids can’t help but laugh at John’s reaction as he pretends to clutch his chest out of pain when the plush, pink teddy hits him before bouncing off of his chest and onto the floor.

“Do you like-like mummy?” The oldest asks, their curiosity getting the best of them, not being able to move on just yet.

“That’s enough, little one.” You scoop your mini-John up and hold them in your lap as you sit on the playroom floor across from John.

“We wanna know!”

John sighs, seeing the way you’re looking to him for help in the matter. He decides to intervene.

“C’mon, monkeys. It’s time we’re all done playing and we start cleaning up now, yeah?” He says, trying to get them off the topic.

“Mummy, do you like-like daddy?” They shift the question to you now, since they know they’re not getting an answer out of their daddy.

You sigh.

“I love your daddy a lot. Just like I love you two a lot.” You answer simply, hoping that will end that.

More giggles.

“Mummy loves daddy, mummy loves daddy!” They sang in a teasing way.

You and John meet eyes. You shake your head. “Our children.”

He just grins.

“Do you love mum? Yes or no.” The older asks their father now, this time more demanding.

John takes a deep breath as he finally answers.

“Yes. I love your mum. Always will.”

The kids burst into more laughter, as if their parents like-liking each other is hilarious

Eventually John sends them off into the kitchen to get snacks.

The two of you stay sitting across from each other on the floor of the playroom.

“So…” You start, feeling the tension in the air. “Are you heading back home today, then?”

John shrugs his shoulders, a tiny smirk on his lips.

“Was thinking I’d stick around. It is my weekend with the kids, after all.”

Your eyes involuntarily roll, but there’s a smile on your lips.

It’d be easier, he said.

Won’t have to bundle the kids up.

Won’t have to pack two overnight bags.

Won’t have to worry about driving them on the icy roads.

He can just stay one more night, he suggested.

“Let me clear the driveway while you think it over.” He stood up, that stupid cocky grin on his face.

You met him in the mudroom about 10 minutes later.

“Go home and get your shit.” You said, arms crossed like it was against your will.

It’s for the kids, of course.

It was his weekend with them, after all.

“They were pesterin’ you, eh?”

“Didn’t take much convincing.” You blush.

With a light swat to your backside, John gets into his truck to retrieve his belongings.

* lemme know if u want me to continue 🥺 my asks are open if y’all want to suggest smth 🫣

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[dotchannie]

- 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 :: c.bc x reader (MDNI)

synopsis: after chan's phone call, you rush home to find him in an unexpected predicement, offering to help him out in his time of need.

a/n: part 2 repost! the only double parter i ever wrote and ofc it was for dirty little channie,, my beloved subby boy, please enjoy xx (i dont think i used any gender implications but if there is its fem)

wc: 1,596.

PART 1 !

Warnings:petnames(baby, naughty boy?,angel, my love),feelings of panic on readers behalf, male masturbation with sex toys, swearing, edging, teasing, ball fondling, growling, begging.

You barrel through the front door, barely taking any care to make sure it's locked behind you as you do so- the sound of Chans struggling voice is sitting at the forefront of your mind and you know that whatever is bothering him needs to be your priority, panic building since he hung up abruptly.

"Chan?! Baby where are you?"

You're just about screaming now, out of breath as you sprint up the stairs two at a time, trying to cover as much ground as you can- praying nothing sinsiter finds you before you find him.

Chan can hear you, clear as day but his limbs have resumed a jelly like state. Unable to shout back he lays motionless- post nut paralysis robbing him of his physical abilities.

"CHAN?", you’re getting louder as you travel down the hallway to the master bedroom. Doors slamming into walls as you do so, making Chan wince- if he could.

You should have guessed he'd be in the last room you checked, instincts forgot in a blinding moment of anxiety. Aggressively swinging the final door open, you’re offered a brief moment of calm- his figure slouched in a haphazard manner before your eyes.

Rushing over to his bedside, you place the back of your hand on his forehead- the other palm down over his heart. He's clammy. Hearth thumming erratically against his ribs.

"What is it are you okay? Are you hurt? Can you move? Do yo-", your onslaught is stopped when you register his hand moving in your peripheral vision, limp wrist raising just enough to gesture towards the culprit- lay in a mocking manner after having brought a man to his knees in an instant.

a small 'oh' is all that leaves your lips as you put two and two together, eyes travelling to Chans crotch where you see the evidence of his fun.

"OH" you all but yelp, eyes drifting to meet his face.

"That thing…" he starts, eyes still squeezed shut, ”…that thing is lethal".

Oogling him, your brain becomes hazy at the sight infront of you- he’s absolutely fucked out. Senses fried from a severe serving of stimulation in a matter of minutes.

"hmph- can you stop staring like that and just laugh if your going to", Chan whines.

Your eyes refocus at the sound of him, mouth hanging open as you formulate a response in your head. He's still fully clothed but the flush across his face is nothing short of intoxicating- ears red in shame.

Not trusting your voice, you clear your throat before you speak up.

"Channie..., naughty boy-" words flowing like a carol as you taunt him, "did you get yourself off with my toy?"

He whimpers, an audible response to your interrogation- big brown eyes wet and full of uncertainty.

Chan nods, wholey uncertain as to why he’s so keen on shrivelling before your stare right now and tentatively shifts his legs into a comfier position- a grimace crossing his face as the stickiness lining his boxers slides across the head of his cock.

"How did it feel? it's good isn't it?"

His hips stutter. A flutter of aurosal in his stomach as he imagines you using it on your own sex- head collecting your slick, traces probably still evident on the silicon if he had bothered to check beforehand.

"fuck-" he sighs under his breath, "yeah, yeah it is"

"want me to show you how good?"

He nods instantly, head lolling back and adams apple bobbing when he realises exactly what he's agreeing to.

"I need more than that Chan, need to hear you say it"

Head rolling to face you, he looks you dead in the eye, "Ruin me, please baby- fuck, make me cum".

You reach out a hand to cup his cheek, his lips planting a kiss on your inner wrist as you do- an unspoken agreement between the pair of you that this is what he wants.

"hmm, we're gonna enjoy this"

Straighting up from your crouched position by Chan’s side, you crawl onto the bed- a knee firmly planted on either side of his legs, weight resting on the thick of his thighs. From this view you can see the dark spot on his pants. Sheer volume allowing his excitement it to seep through the heavy material.

You tentatively reach out- one lone fingertip hovering over him, idly outling the damp patch and making his chest rumble- eyes flickering up to observe him, you apply more pressure, dragging back and forth a handfull of times until you withdraw your hand entirely to land a couple of successive pats to his hip bone.

"how about we get these off?"

Chan shows his agreement, lifting his hips to allow you to awkwardly scooch his pants down to his knees.

"Not the ideal day to wear jeans baby", you comment with a giggle.

Chan’s head slumps backward once more, a sigh of relief escaping due to his cock being removed from its denim prison. Smoothing your hands up and down the muscle of his upper thighs, your thumbs dip beyond the junction where they meet- tickling at his expectant nerves and making him shuffle beneath you.

He's not entirely hard anymore but some light teasings will do the trick- grasping him in your hand, you deliver a few shy pumps before gathering his previous spillage to use as lubricant.

Chan can't help but ball his hands into fists at the contact, still slightly sensitive from his orgasm but gagging for another. Reaching to the side you retrieve the vibrator he had discarded.

"Ready?".

Gulping down a mouthful of nervous saliva, he offers you a response- "yeah, yes please".

"y'know-“ you start, finding humour in the question thats about to follow when the toy buzzes to life, "you can change the speed of these pretty easy?"

His eyes bug out of his head. Realisation hitting that he just busted the quickest in his life when he didn't even have to.

"Ah, it's okay Channie we all learn something the hard way"

You barely give him time to think before you make contact- fat head of the toy dancing across his slit in a way that forces his hips to thrust upward, vibrator following him up and back down. You figured he would react that way, free hand lowering to massage his balls.

Keeping him in the palm of your hand, literally, you can feel as he tightens- skin pulling taunt across his entire being when another orgasm dares rear its head. You pull away right at the cusp of another load, a guttural noise of disappointment bellowing from the pits of his stomach.

"ahhh- baby please, please just let me cum'.

"Sorry my love, you’re just too tempting right now. I’ll let you this time, yeah?"

Placing the toy adjacent to his cock, Chan can feel the dull vibrations up and down his length- a strong sensation tickling the far end of his shaft as you begin pumping the two simultaneously.

It doesnt take long for him to start writhing below you again, chanting out in broken plea's as his dick starts bouncing in your hand. You pull away again.

"FUCK!"- this time he growls, teeth bared as they clench together.

You've never seen him look so animalistic, especially not in the bedroom- especially not when he's below you.

It’s intoxicating, the control over his release right now but a small part of you is genuinely worried about his teeth shattering into shards.

Faking a pout as you jut out your lower lip in his direction, you offer a half hearted apology- "sorry baby, but you look so hot right now it would be criminal to not tease you"

Chan raises himself onto his elbows. Suddenly making you aware of his completely clothed upper half and so you reach forward, taking the zipper between two fingers and dragging it down the span of his torso- delighted by the lack of layers beneath as his smooth skin greets you inch by inch.

"that was just for me, wanna see you tense".

Chan huffs, one breath coming out in an off beat rhythm of stuttered air.

"I am begging can you please, please please for the sake of everything just make me cum!"

A smile graces your lips as you lean foward to kiss him slowly.

"Well… because as you asked so nice, sure thing", giving him one last peck as you pull away- he chases you as you go.

This time when you place the vibrator to him, you circle the head of his cock painfully lazily. No change in your pace as you drag him closer and closer to what he wants.

His hips are rocking desperately with you now- up and down in tandem with your circular motions to experience pleasure from every angle he possibly can. He shudders. A violent shake of his shoulders as goosebumps decorated the surface of his skin.

"yeah, y-eah angel. Just like that." He encourages you, trying to get some semblance of control in a situation he's not in charge of.

Chans rising further off the bed now, becoming sloppy like he does everytime he fucks you and you clench at the memory- zoning out momenterially before his sweet noises bring you straight back.

He's chanting like a madman. Every muscle in his body pulled taunt, toes curling painfuly as he grasps at nothing- but it's no good.

He cums, thick and fast, with the majority of it landing in the dips of his stomach- the rest spattering across your face.

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[mevaleine]

If there will be one post you’ll read on Tumblr make it this one, I beg you.

This will be uncomfortable to read, but there is someone who needs to hear this.

You won't be pretty while having an èd, you won't maintain the “clean girl” aesthetic, you won't be petite, delicate, feminine. At one point, the disease will take away everything from you.

I was severely sick when I was around 13.

I starved so much for so long I became numb to everything. I have lost all of my emotions except rage, sadness, and grief. I became a compulsive liar and a calculated manipulator, I was selfish and filled with anger. I was an awful human being, trust me. I was horrible for my best friend, my mother, and basically everyone around me.

I was failing in school. I was not able not do anything else than being focused on weight loss. My brain fog became so severe I was unable to study. I don't even remember most years while I was deep in èd. My brain was barely functioning.

I was so depressed I could not do basic, human tasks. I remember when one day I collapsed on the floor and started hysterically crying because I didn't have the energy to fold the laundry. I could not sleep while I was so tired I was unable to get out of bed. I could not function, and I could not get a day without bawling my eyes out dreaming about being dèâd.

I started getting bald, my hair were falling in chunks, my period was messed up, I had acne all over my face, and I was covered in those weird tinny hair, they never went away. I had daily 10/10 joint pain and headaches. My body figured out that migraine would make me eat since horrible stomach aches would not.

My body dysmorphia got to the point where I had a completely altered and false image of my body. I was dyîñg, all while seeing an overweight person in the mirror. Even then haven't been happy with the amount of food I consumed even for a moment, and, of course, I was not skinny enough.

If you think you won't get to that point: you will. One day you’ll realize you went too far. You will see the damage that you did and you will not be able to stop it. I was once that girl thinking I could end it as soon as I wanted. The complete denial I was living in stopped when my back was so painful I could not sit leaning on a chair. I went to the bathroom to see what was going on. I saw bones sticking out of my body, my spine was almost fully visible, and I had bruises all over. I was so fucking proud of myself. The night before I was exercising to the point of falling onto the ground from exhaustion. In that moment I realized there is no simply turning back from the path I took.

Get help, I beg you.

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[torialefay]

☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 13)

✨ possible bangchan x reader (f), possible jungkook x reader (f)

✨ head on over to my masterlist if you haven’t checked out the previous chapters!

✨wc: ~5.2k

✨ friends to lovers? possible love triangle? obsession? angst and future smut??? a little fluff.

✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?

✨ warnings: cursing from time to time, smut!!!! 🔞

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Previous Chapter Recap:

When you’d told Jungkook that you wouldn’t mind being with him, you’d meant for it to be more flirty than serious. But this… this was serious.

You grinned as you came back from being locked into that moment of time, back to reality. But now, reality was like your fantasies, and your fantasies were your reality. Your head felt like it was floating.

“I think I could get used to it,” you beamed, still in a quiet tone.

You watched as all of the worries visibly melted off of Jungkook’s face. His eyes now shining bright with hope, stupid grin plastered on his face.

“In that case,” he started, letting his body reflexively move closer to you, “I’d really like to make this official. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

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Note: Character relations you can refer back to if needed.

Y/n- Changbin’s mentee

Anna- best friend, Felix’s mentee

Kara- Seungmin’s mentee

Sunnie- Han’s mentee

Mindi- Hyunjin’s mentee

Nisha- Lee Know’s mentee

Alyssa- Jeongin’s mentee

Jenna- Chan’s mentee

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Sunday, 9 AM

Chan’s POV:

Chan fluttered his eyes open, squinting them as he tried to make sense of where he was. The sun that was peaking through the curtain was dancing right into his eyes, blinding him for a moment. Before he had the chance to sit upright, he felt the familiar pounding in his head. Like a hammer repeatedly jabbing in.

He instinctively reached his hand up to hold his temple, right over the spot where it began to throb.

‘Never again,’ he thought, rolling himself onto his side so that he could get some pressure released and some much needed relief from the sun’s rays almost obliterating his corneas.

He groaned as he turned, feeling sandpaper where his tongue should be. The nonexistent saliva in his mouth had his throat completely dried up.

As his body landed on it’s side, he stopped for a moment.

‘What the fuck?’ He looked around from top to bottom of the room. ‘What happened last night?’

And suddenly he realized, not only was he not in his own bed, but he was completely, butt ass naked.

As if it mattered, he automatically brought the bedding around himself, tucking all of his body under to make sure nothing could be seen.

He breathed out a sigh of relief as he rolled over. He was just in Changbin’s room. And no one else had been in the bed beside him.

‘What happened?’ Chan thought to himself as he huffed out, letting his arms flop out wide. He laid like that for several minutes, lost in his own, pounding head. He was trying to recall the events of the night prior. Anything that could help him… anything.

The last moments he could recall… it was fuzzy, but he could remember scenarios, albeit not what happened in them. He remembered talking to you outside. About Jungkook, he was sure, but he didn’t know just what he’d said to you about him. And then, the restaurant… talking to the group again? Talking to Changbin. His memory stopped then. The blur of almost nothingness turned into total darkness, unable to recall a single event for several hours.

And so he laid, staring up, and wallowing in his pain until he couldn’t stand it. He breathed in a sharp breath as he sat up in the bed, exhaling harshly once he had come to the position. He scanned the table by the bed hoping to find water, soda, alcohol… anything was better than this burning in his throat. But alas, there was nothing to be found.

He located his clothes thrown down beside the bed before hoisting himself up with a tinge of pain. He felt the faintest waning of nausea as he bent over to grab his pants and throw them on, one leg at a time, almost not bothered to even button them.

He held his hand to his head as he begrudgingly shuffled to the kitchen, hoping the members had slept in so he would have a while to collect himself in peace. And as he approached, the total silence confirmed that his wish was true. Not a soul in sight.

He hurriedly filled himself a glass of water before funneling it down as best he could manage. He stumbled over toward the shared medicine cabinet to get some pain reliever, knocking it back with the remaining water in the glass. He groaned at the stretch in his throat from forcing himself to swallow at the wrong time, almost coughing up the pills entirely. He knew he’d have to keep up with the water if he wanted to feel any ounce better, so he filled his glass one more time before heading to his bedroom.

As he walked from the cold kitchen, down the hallway to his door, he remembered the fact that he probably should try to eat too, although he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to stomach it.

The plan, he thought: go back to bed, order food (there’s no way he could cook today), and slowly try to eat and nurse the pounding in his head. Simple enough. He figured he’d just text the members and let them know that he wasn’t feeling well so that they’d leave him be for the next several hours. If today was anything like a normal weekend though, the kids in his dorm wouldn’t be awake for a long while.

After swinging his door open, he huffed at the sight of Changbin sleeping soundly in his bed.

‘I guess fair is fair,’ he thought. At least in this case, Changbin was actually clothed.

Chan quietly made his way over, gently setting his treasured glass of water on the table.

He leaned himself slightly to put a hand on Bin’s back. He rocked it back and forth ever so gently. “Bin, wake up. You need to go to your own room,” he said in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him awake.

It took Changbin a few moments to stir. As cognizance came over his face, he slowly got his eyes to open, blinking to try to get some vision in the darkness of Chan’s room. He smacked his lips a few times before letting out a grunt and rolling over.

“Come on, you’ve got to get up,” Chan said, shaking Changbin a bit harder now.

Bin’s groggy voice tried its best to strain out. “Ugghh… Carry me.” Even in his sleepy state, he couldn’t act serious.

Chan lightly shook his head, a tiny ounce of relief going across it as he sat on the side of the bed, his body parallel to Bin’s. “You know I can’t do that. My head’s about to bust, bro. I’ve got to lay down.”

Changbin took another final moment before taking a deep breath and grumbling, slowly using his arms to push himself upright. He threw his feet over so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, completely facing away from Chan. After blinking a few times, he tried acclimating his eyes to his surroundings. “Are you feeling any better since last night?” he asked in a hushed tone.

Changbin picked up on the cues as all Chan had to offer up was a weak “Well…” before rubbing his hands along his face.

The boys sat in the silence for a moment. “Do you remember what happened last night?” Changbin asked, direct.

Chan shifted slightly in his position as he continued to hold his head. He reached for his glass of water again, suddenly feeling his tongue go dry. He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to answer.

“Do you want me to tell you now or later?” Bin asked, swinging his body around so that he could look Chan in the face. Actually see his reaction.

“Now, I guess,” Chan replied nervously, biting at the dried skin on his lips. He held his glass with both hands before lowering it to rest just above his lap.

“Okay. What’s the last thing you remember?”

Chan thought long and hard. “I don’t know. My memory is fuzzy. I remember getting really mad. At Y/n I think…” he trailed off for a moment. “I remember everyone being at the restaurant. And I remember talking to you while we were there. I remember being mad then too. But I don’t really know what about… What else am I missing?”

“Oh geez,” Changbin held his head down. “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?”

Chan paused for what felt like a minute. ‘Oh no.’ “Yeah…” he trailed off.

“Alright listen,” Changbin said, fully turning himself so that he was facing Chan directly. He locked eyes with him. “Before I say anything, you need to promise you won’t freak out. It’s okay, alright?”

“What did I do?!” Chan’s breath was raised, panic stuck in his voice.

“Shh, I said it’s okay. It’s alright… okay?” Bin pressed him again.

“Okay,” Chan said, taking a deep breath to brace himself for whatever Changbin was about to reveal to him.

“We were at the restaurant, and you’d had… quite-a-few-drinks-I’m-not-really-sure,” Changbin started, rushing the last words together. “Then you said you were going to go outside to wait with Y/n until her ride got there. I guess when you went out, it ended up being Jungkook. I’m not sure what was said out there, but we heard you yelling from inside the restaurant. And another voice yelling back that I think was Y/n. I couldn’t really make it out.”

Chan’s breathing had already quickened. The words had already confirmed his thought that something had transpired with Jungkook, but it was killing him that he didn’t know what.

“And then, I decided to go out and see what was going on. You were kind of swaying back and forth and… I’ll be honest, you just looked pitiful. I went up to get you and walk you back inside because people started staring.” Bin let out a breath before continuing. “When we got back inside, it was bad. I don’t think I’ve seen you that angry since our trainee days,” he chuckled, trying to ease the tension any way he could. When Chris didn’t reciprocate, he quickly moved on. “You didn’t say much about what happened, so don’t worry about that. No one knows. They just knew that something bad had went down. And well… you started getting kind of.. aggressive. Kicking at stuff, pushing stuff out of your way, yelling about how nobody knew the truth and you couldn’t stand it anymore. We tried to hold you back, but you pushed us off before you could get to the alcohol and down another bottle of soju. We were worried man, so finally we got you to put it down… well it kind of went to the floor and broke everywhere, but that’s not the point. Minho and I finally held you down enough to get you out of there, but you were yelling the whole time. Something like ‘I’ll protect her. I’ll protect all of you. I won’t let him touch you, okay?!’”

Chan looked down in embarrassment. ‘Good one, Chris. You’ve single-handedly ruined your image in front of everyone. Good job.’ Deep breath.

“I can’t believe I did thattt,” he dragged out, throwing his head downward and into his hands. He hoped the blackness now surrounding his eyes would make him just disappear.

“I told you it’s okay. That was the worst of it.” Changbin said nonchalantly.

“There’s more?” Chan’s head shot up. He’d thought that had been the ending of his rough night.

“Not much, but, well- just with us,” Changbin paused for half a second. “We got you calmed down enough to get in the car. You were fine on the ride home for the most part. You were ranting a little, but nothing really made sense.”

Chan breathed a sigh of relief, happy that he hadn’t revealed too much.

“When we got to the apartment, you kind of started up again, but we convinced you to drink some water and eat some snacks, which helped a little. We kind of just kept trying to distract you until you sobered up a little.” Changbin inhaled deeply. “Once you started feeling a bit better, Minho left to go to bed, so I stayed up to make sure you were alright. You started rambling about how you ‘needed everyone to know,’ but you wouldn’t say what it was. It was like you were talking out of your mind. Like I love you, but bro, you literally would not shut up for 10 minutes,” Changbin offered up a small smile, earning a tiny one from Chan in response.

“I finally got you to go to my room so we weren’t too loud to wake the others up. You were a little bit better at that point, so I figured you’d be able to calm down and go to sleep soon. And, well, you did calm down.. Sort of… I mean kind of, in a way,” Changbin had trouble finding the right words. Chan held on to every syllable.

Changbin continued, finally finding his footing after several seconds. He laid his hand out flat, closer to Chan, signaling to him that it was alright. “Just know I would never repeat any of this to anyone, okay? You’ve got my promise. But you kind of- started getting emotional. I was a little bit surprised to be honest because it was the most vulnerable I’d ever seen you.”

Chan’s cheeks lit up bright pink.

“You told me how much you liked Y/n. And that you were convinced.. that you love her,” Changbin’s voice was low, making sure that no one else would hear. Chan gulped, trying to look anywhere but at Changbin.

“You said that you knew a secret, but that you couldn’t tell anyone. You said that it was eating you alive. And you kinda just broke down. Like full on sobbing. And I didn’t know what to do because everything I tried wasn’t helping, so I told you that you could talk to me about it. I promise I won’t say a word to anyone… So yeah, it kind of just came out of you…” Changbin waited for a reaction. “I’m so sorry bro,” he reached to pat Chan’s arm. “And after that, we really just talked some more and I tried to distract you. I guess it worked because you got pretty tired. I tried to get you back to your room, but obviously that didn’t work,” he laughed.

“We both ended up just falling asleep. I didn’t mind obviously,” Changbin cleared his throat before continuing. “But you know how you can have really vivid dreams?… I guess I didn’t know that you can talk in your sleep too. I woke up and heard some stuff I probably shouldn’t have,” Bin smiled, shaking his head. “So I just left and got in your bed.”

Chan sat quietly still, soaking in all of the information. “What kind of stuff?”

Changbin had an entertained smirk on his face, not sure where to begin answering the question, but holding back a laugh anyway. “It wasn’t as much words as it was… noises,” he giggled. “And uhh, throwing out a certain name from time to time.” He grinned so hard that he was sure he’d never be able to get it off.

Chan’s stomach dropped before the mortifying feeling set in. He’d dreamed about you? About, well… doing things to you? With Changbin in the bed with him? He was sure he was about to die of humiliation. All he could do was throw his face into his lap to hide himself.

“Hey, don’t feel bad!” Changbin added, patting Chan lightly on his back. “I’m sure it happens from time to time for all of us. You’d just had a lot on your mind is all.”

Changbin was trying his best to diffuse the situation, and for that, Chan was grateful. But it didn’t replace the fact that he’d done it, that he didn’t recall doing it, and that he’d been caught.

“Jesus dude, I’m so sorry,” Chan got out, voice high and shaky.

“Don’t apologize. Like I said, it’s okay. Everything is fine. No one has said anything, and no one will say anything… And your secret is safe with me, alright? We never have to bring this up again,” Changbin reassured.

Usually, Bin’s words would have helped him feel better. But in this moment, all he could think of was how concerned and sorry he now was about the fact that he’d woken up in no clothes. That part, he’d never tell.

Chan nodded.

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Thursday, 12:30 PM

Y/n’s POV:

The past few days had been absolutely magical. Well, that may be an exaggeration. But certain moments sure felt like it.

You’d seen Jungkook almost every day this week. Being with him was almost better than you could imagine. The butterflies you’d felt for him were still semi-there, but a lot of them had been replaced by warmth. He was just so good to you. In every way possible. He listened. He came to you if you needed him. He spoiled the fuck out of you. And most importantly, he made you feel loved.

Things at JYPE were back to normal… for the most part. None of the girls had mentioned anything about the night at the restaurant. On Monday when you’d first arrived, you could tell they felt like they were walking on egg shells around you. But by the end of the day, everything had gone back to normal. You weren’t sure if they’d heard you yelling at Chan in front of the restaurant, but you were thankful that they didn’t bring it up (or prod around) if they did.

Dance practices and voice lessons had gone back to normal. Everyone had learned each other’s strengths and weaknesses like the back of your hand. You knew what you needed to work on and what you could put on the back burner. The other girls did as well. Which meant that although you practiced together as a group in the mornings and the evenings, the middle of the day was usually spent either on your own entirely or separately with choreographers/vocal coaches/producers/mentors/staff members- the list goes on. You’d done fairly well at avoiding Chan, except for times when you absolutely couldn’t, like in group practices when he would come to help. Otherwise, you’d been able to escape his presence almost entirely.

Until today, when he happened to come to the cafeteria and had to sit at the table right next to yours. You’d already been seated with your friends for some time now, and Chan had come over to sit with some of the members of a younger boy trainee group. The way his face dropped when he’d sat down and turned to see you sitting just 5 feet away was unmissable. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of looking his way (you wanted to seem unbothered of course), but you couldn’t miss it out of the corner of your eye. There was definitely an awkward shift of tension at the table though once everyone realized. Once you noticed, you tried to come up with a new topic of conversation. Anything to distract from the obvious… Until you couldn’t stop fidgeting and suddenly, you had to see the obvious.

Sunnie leaned in closer to you. Naturally, all the girls followed. She whispered as quietly as she could while still being somewhat audible. “Look, none of us know what happened between you and Chris last weekend, and this isn’t me asking for answers, but I just wanted to let you know that whatever did happen, we’re on your side.Trust me,” she looked Chan’s direction discretely before rolling her eyes.

Anna had told you everything… Well, as much as she could remember. She’d downed quite a few drinks herself by the end of the night. She had described to you how Chan had gotten belligerent and borderline terrifying. All of the girls were pretty freaked out, and the members were apologizing for him profusely as he was dragged out. She could tell that they weren’t exactly unbothered by it though. The boys confirmed that he rarely drank, but they’d never seen him behave like this when he did. You were glad that no one had pressed you for any more questions.

“Yeah, he really let his true colors shine,” Kara added. “And.. I’m just so glad that you are okay,” she offered up a weak smile.

All eyes were on you, seeing what response you could properly give. There really wasn’t one though. None that you could give that were totally truthful. Or… legal at this point.

The next time that you’d seen Jungkook (so literally the following day), you’d decided that you would keep your relationship private for the next few weeks. You weren’t quite ready for everything that came along with dating an idol… Not just yet. Day by day, you were feeling more comfortable though. You’d agreed to sign an NDA, which Jungkook seemed pissed about in the first place. He let you know how stupid it was, but that if the company knew that he was with you and didn’t have one, he’d be in a lot of trouble. And although it did make you feel a bit weird, you understood that it was just a part of this new world that you were entering into.

“He was… not in his right mind, for sure. But he wasn’t like that with me, thankfully,” you said lowly.

Eyes of your friends around you were still big, hanging onto the hope that you’d give them a sliver of something to go off of. Until this point, Anna was the only one who knew what was said that night. You still wanted to keep it that way, but telling them a tiny bit couldn’t hurt, right?

“He was just… I don’t know. I’m sure plenty of people have heard what’s being said about me. That I’m… *doing things* with people I guess,” you continued to whisper. “I don’t know if he got mad that the rumor was going around or what. He just… I don’t know. I don’t know what his deal was that night.”

By the sad pouts on the girls’ faces, you could tell that you’d pacified them enough. Even if you were leaving out some of the story, it felt good to share pieces of it with someone. To have people who could back you up.

“I guess that’s why he was so mad that night,” Sunnie continued. “He was frustrated that things were being involved with the company maybe? I mean, I don’t know if you all feel this way, but I don’t really feel comfortable around him anymore.”

“Me neither,” Mindi added, followed by the rest of the girls in agreement.

You couldn’t help but to wander you eyes to the next table. Unfortunately, your friends couldn’t either. And even more unfortunately, they landed on a Chan who was already looking in your direction.

‘Awkward,’ you thought before quickly jerking your head away.

Your friends tried to play it off, striking up a conversation as soon as any form of words came to mind. You couldn’t help it as the embarrassment lingered on your face though. After a minute or so, you decided to excuse yourself to the restroom. Hopefully to have some time away and to freshen yourself up.

You laughed at Mindi’s joke as you stood from your seat, instinctively moving your body out and to the side. What you didn’t see was a scattered-looking Chan who was doing the exact same. Before you realized what had happened, the sides of your hips had knocked into each other, wavering you a little bit.

Chan didn’t have so much luck. The unexpected contact had caused his drink to spill out onto his pants… In exactly the area no one wanted to draw attention to.

Acting on instinct, you quickly and frantically said “I’m so sorry!” before grabbing the napkins off of the table and bending down to press into the now wet area. It wasn’t until you paused for a moment that you realized your automatic response had led to you now dabbing the fabric along Chan’s dick. You quickly pulled your hand back and stood upright as an embarrassed sense of awareness washed over you.

Chan looked at you with wide-open eyes, lips parted, as if he had no clue how to react.

“I didn’t realize- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” your mouth dropped as you couldn’t finish the sentence, gesturing down to the wet spot with your hands open.

“It’s okay,” he replied, almost too quickly. “I’ve gotta go,” he spit out before rushing past you and through the cafeteria doors.

You looked over to your friends who were mirroring your same shocked expression. “Oh my God,” you retracted your hand up quickly to drop the napkin on the table as if it was on fire.

‘I can’t believe I just touched his fucking dick.’

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Thursday, 12:45 PM

Chan’s POV:

‘Shit, shit, shit, shit,’ Chan hysterically yelled in his head. He was all but sprinting to get to the nearest restroom. He hoped that everyone would think it was because he was embarrassed by the damp spot on his crotch and not because he was now sporting the biggest boner he could ever imagine.

How could he not? You had literally been bent over, face only inches away from his dick, holding your hand to press on it. ‘For me,’ he thought, his brain on high alert. He was freaking the fuck out. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

His heart raced as he quickly ran into a stall, locking it speedily behind him. And now that he was here, when he could finally begin to still… What was he going to do now? Just ‘think it away?’ Thinking about it wasn’t going to do anything but make it worse. He held his hand around his clothed bulge as if that would somehow tame it down.

‘Think of anything else. Think of anything else,’ he told himself as he closed his eyes and leaned his back onto the door.

He stood like that for a moment, flipping through a million things in his mind.

Puppies? No, there’s no way he could think of Berry when he was like this.

Food? Well, he’d just finished the last bite before he’d stood up and got involved in this whole ordeal.

Cleaning his room?! ‘Oh there we go. Perfect.’ Chan thought about all the tasks he needed to finish when he got home last night. He needed to organize his bedside table, he needed to run the vacuum through, he needed to hang his clothes, making sure all of his hoodies were stocked and ready to go. His hoodies. His several black hoodies. The ones that he would lend you if you ever came over. How fucking cute you would look all cuddled up with the sleeves hanging over your hands.

‘Snap out of it,’ he told himself, taking a deep breath in and out. In and out. ‘Okay, what else do I need to do when I get home?’

The only thing left on his list would be to wash his bed sheets. No big deal. Except… oh god. His bed sheets. How he would wash them and get them fresh for you. For when you would come to spend the night with him. How good the mix of the clean sheets would smell mixed in with the smell of your favorite lotion and shampoo. How cozy it would feel when you’d cuddled yourself into him, his hoodie on, with one hand clinging to his chest and the other entangled in his hair. How good it would feel to have your hand running through his scalp. Those hands. The same hands that were basically on his cock 5 minutes ago.

‘Fuck.’ And how it would be those same little hands that ran from his hair, all the way down his body until they reached his bulge. How they would wrap around his dick and tease him until he leaked precum.

Chan couldn’t fight off the arousal now. He had accepted his fate. He leaned his head back, eyes closed, as he allowed himself to slip down his pants and boxers, just until his dick had room to pop out.

He knew he shouldn’t. Especially not here. But it was either this or sport a boner for the rest of the day.

He spit in his hands quickly before leaning back again, allowing himself to stroke along his length as his scenario played again in his head.

He thought now of you, how you would be the next one to do this to him. Instead of his hands, it would be yours. You’d look up at him with those beautiful eyes, making sure he liked it. And of course he fucking did.

He thought of how you’d take him into your mouth. Slowly at first, seeing if you were able to take in his full length. He knew you’d choke, and that turned him on even more.

He began to jerk his cock quickly as his thoughts sped up. How fast you’d try to go for him once you knew that he was close. And how you’d go faster and faster to the point that you’d start losing oxygen. How you would commit yourself fully to pleasing him and doing just what he liked. How you would make him squirm until the very last second. How his toes would curl and his legs would give out. Your beautiful, beautiful face getting fucked by him. He would cum so fucking hard.

And he was. Cumming so fucking hard, all over his hand, all over the floor, even reaching the toilet. He stifled his moans as he rode out his high, knowing that if he let any noise slip out, it’d be his luck that someone would walk in and catch him in the act.

Once he’d finally calmed down, he sucked in as deeply as he could, trying to get a grip back on reality. He tried to catch his breath without giving away any inclination that anything had just happened. He sighed down at his hands and feet, seeing how covered they were with his mess. Post-nut clarity was too real.

He grabbed at some toilet paper to clear his hands of the sticky substance. Just as he was wiping at them, getting ready to throw the paper into the toilet, he heard the sound of footsteps entering the room.

‘That was close,’ he thought, smiling to himself that he’d actually gotten away with it. No matter how twisted it was, he’d rather do it without anyone knowing than doing it with a crowd.

He quickly put the tissue into the bowl and flushed, turning to click the door open. ‘Perfect.’ Someone would see him. And see him acting normal. ‘Nothing happened,’ he breathed out, giddy now.

As he swung the door open, he saw the familiar face of Young K, who he’d just been with days ago to work on a song.

“Hey man,” Chan said, taking a step out of the stall. “What’s up? You all finished with that track?”

“I’m good bro, I’m good,” Young K responded casually. “Yeah, I’m about there. Hopefully be done with it by the weekend. Actually hey, what are you doing this weekend? We’re off and probably gonna have a little bit of a kickback if you wanna come?”

“I honestly don’t know yet. I’ll probably have to get some work done. But I’ll text you?”

“Yeah, for sure. Just let me know.” They both nodded their heads in solitude before Young K reached in to dab him up. On instinct, Chan leaned in to grab his hand and tap his back. It was then when he realized just how sticky his hands were.

He pulled back, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry dude, I spilled my drink all over myself at lunch.”

He watched in horror as Young K looked down at his hand and then down toward Chan’s feet and the floor behind him, both covered with white fluid. His cheeks went instantly red, and he knew it.

“Yeah,” Young K responded, a bit awkwardly as he made a concerned face. “No big deal,” he walked past Chan and to another stall.

‘God fucking damnit.’

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Totally Normal, Non Romantic Bro Moment

Dean x Castiel

oneshot - wc: 2k

summary: Dean is the only one who doesn’t realize he’s dating Cas

warnings: blatantly and boldly ignoring canon, a little crack-ish as per usual, some light swearing and little bit of spice (they kiss but that’s it)

a/n: Thank you for all the support on the last few oneshots!! this is the first time i’ve ever written for destiel or supernatural so it might be a bit ooc! If you like this remember to leave a like/reblog! maybe even follow me :D! Happy reading!!

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“Sammy!” The sound of his brother calling his name makes Sam sit up quickly, having dozed off whilst trying to finish a book he had started ages ago but could never manage to find the time to complete. He pushes himself off his bed with the intent to meet the older Winchester in the kitchen where he heard him yelling from. Before he even has a chance to reach for the door handle the door flies open, Dean entering the room with a startling amount of aggression.

Sam puffs out an irritated breath at the man's behavior, “Of course you can come in-” he pauses slightly taking in the flustered nature of the hunter now pacing back in forth and grumbling quietly to himself; a look of concern crosses Sam’s face, mouth turning down slightly, “Are you alright, did something happen?”

Dean’s head snaps towards him then, looking at him for the first time since he had burst into the room, “Yeah, i’m fine man,” he gets a look on his face like he tasted something bitter before rushing out an agitated, “no actually i’m not fine.” Sam tilts his head slightly at this urging Dean to continue with a wave of his hand; Sam notes that the man has yet to stop pacing.

“Bobby said someth’n weird earlier that's got me thinking,” Dean hesitates for a moment almost like he’s second guessing even bringing it up, “he uh,” another slight pause, brows furrowing, “he seems to think i’m dating Cas.” he takes a deep breath after he says this, a common action when he gets too worked up over something.

The younger Winchesters' brows crease in confusion at this, Dean taking this as a sign that his brother finds the notion absurd lets out a relieved breath. His relief is only short lived, Sam shaking his head slightly before questioning, “Is that it?” Dean's expression hardens, agitation returning and causing his shoulders to tense.

“The hell do you mean ‘is that it’, this is a big deal!”

Sam lets out a small laugh at his brother's frustration, “Was he not accepting?”

The anger leaves Deans features, a look of confusion taking it’s place, “The fuck does that mean?”

“Was he not accepting of your relationship with cas?” Sam now wears a look of confusion mirroring Dean’s. The older man stops pacing at this question, brows furrowing even further than Sam thought possible.

“What relationship?” The anger gone from Dean’s voice, tone now mired in confusion.

Sam looks at his brother like he’s lost his mind, “The relationship you have with Cas,” he searches Dean’s face for any sign that the man is joking, not finding any he pushes on, “You guys have been dating for months.”

Dean seems to short circuit at this, blinking several times before letting out a disbelieving scoff, “I am not dating Cas,” a nervous laugh escapes him, “That’s insane, I knew you were crazy but not that crazy.”

Sam stares blankly at him and Dean rushes to continue, “I mean the idea of Cas and I dating is laughable,” another nervous laugh accompanied by a growing redness in his face, “Why would you even think that?”

Sam’s eyebrows shoot up in disbelief at the question, a sharp bark of laughter leaving him before he can stop it. He tries again to find any sign that his brother is joking but the man's expression is steely, jaw clenched in frustration, “Oh wow, you’re serious.” At this Dean lets out an angry huff opening his mouth to start speaking before closing it again, teeth grinding together.

“For starters, you guys act like an old married couple all the time,” Dean opens his mouth to disagree but Sam cuts him off, “you guys also frequently gaze into each other's eyes for extended periods of time.”

“We do not!”

“Just last week you guys had a whispered discussion before staring into each other's eyes for five minutes,” Dean’s expression turns contemplative, “five minutes might not be accurate actually,” Sam thinks for a moment, “It was probably longer, I didn't stand around to time it.”

Dean releases an irritated noise before rushing to defend himself, “We were having a moment!” Sam’s expression turns amused at the sentence and Dean jumps to amend it, “A bro moment! A totally normal, non romantic bro moment!”

Sam quirks a brow at this, a teasing smile threatening to overcome his features. Dean lets out another frustrated sound, “It’s a normal dude thing, it’s what pals do!” Sam kind of wants to let Dean continue floundering, if only to see how many synonyms he can find for the word ‘bro’; he decides against it, deciding to put Dean out of his misery.

With a gentle sigh the younger man pushes himself up so he’s sitting fully upright, “Bobby and I aren't the only ones who think you guys are together,” He thinks for a moment, “Actually, I'm pretty sure you are the only one that doesn't think you guys are dating.”

Dean is quiet at this causing him to continue, “I don't know man, it's something you should think about,” Sam stands and walks over to the door with the intent to find something for dinner, “maybe you should talk to cas about this.'' With that he pulls the door open not waiting for the other man to respond, and without sparing another glance in Dean’s direction he walks down the hallway towards the kitchen.

Dean stands motionless for a few minutes before managing to snap himself out of the daze the conversation had left him in. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts, he makes the short trek to his own bedroom; Closing the door behind him and letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, he lets his mind wander to memories of all of the interactions he and Cas had had recently.

Sure they were close, their relationship probably closer than most other mens, but that didn't mean they were together! Sure they had kissed a few times when they were both a little too drunk but that didn't mean anything! It was normal to kiss your bro when you had a few too many. This line of thinking does nothing to quell the internal turmoil he was feeling; his mind now stuck on memories of the kisses they had shared on rare occasions that were never discussed once they were sober.

Dean huffs a bitter laugh, “I don't even like men.” The phrase feels wrong as it leaves his mouth. He had never really given much thought to whether or not he liked men, but now that he was thinking about it he’s met with a startling realization, “Oh god, do i?”

He thinks back to all of the men that he had ever found attractive, the ones he was a bit too fascinated by; having written off the fascination as a friendly interest at the time, he finds himself realizing that some of the interest really wasn't all that friendly.

His mind wanders to cas, remembering all of the things they had done together that had, at the time, seemed innocent and friendly; now that he’s looking back on them they seem to be a little bit too intimate to be friendly. There was also that one dream he had a few weeks back that had made being around cas very awkward for a few days, the memory of the dream alone making his face heat up. He loses track of the amount of time he stays lost in thought, his mind spinning in circles as he thinks about the dynamic he has with the angel.

He reaches a conclusion that makes him suck in a sharp breath, “Oh god, i'm in love with cas.” It comes out as a disbelieving whisper. He doesn't know what to do with realization but now that he’s said it outloud it feels like the most obvious thing in the world.

A Few Days Earlier

Dean can’t help but watch Cas's side profile as the man takes another swig from the almost empty bottle of whiskey; Dean had tapped out before the bottle had even been opened, the angel needing way more alcohol than Dean could stomach to even get a buzz. The hunter isn’t quite sure how many bottles of assorted liquor cas had drunk at this point but it was clear the man was feeling the effects of them, his eyes a little droopy as if he was struggling to see clearly. Dean wasn’t in much better shape, his eyes struggling to focus as he watched the angel’s Adam's apple bob as he drank. Without realizing that he was even moving he reached up and grabbed the bottle from Cas's hands, taking a quick drink of it before setting it down in front of them.

“I think you’ve had enough.” Dean's tone is light when he says this, almost teasing. Cas meets his eyes with a dazed smile and Dean’s eyes get stuck on the curve of his lips.

He wants to kiss him. The thought doesn't scare him like he thinks it should, he supposes it wouldn't be the first drunken kiss the pair had shared; alcohol acting as a cover for the real emotions at play that Dean really didn't want to deal with.

Before he can think better of it he leans in, cas letting out a surprised noise as their lips meet before melting into the kiss. The thought that they shouldn’t be doing this crosses Dean's mind but he stamps it down quickly when he feels cas reach up and tangle his fingers in his hair. They stay like that until dean pulls away slightly to suck in a few panting breaths, their foreheads stay touching as they stare into each other's eyes. Dean remembers, bitterly, that tomorrow this would become another one of the little moments that he's too afraid to discuss. With that floating around his head he leans back in with a little bit more force than necessary, their teeth clacking together as their mouths meet.

Present Day

He blinks away the memory, shaking his head slightly and digging in his pocket for his phone, he finds cas’s contact and hesitates for a moment before hitting the call button. The sound of the phone ringing does nothing to calm the anxiety he’s feeling but before he can second guess himself cas picks up.

Cas answers the phone with a soft, “Hello?” and dean feels his heart in his throat.

“I think I'm in love with you.” He had not meant to blurt it out like that, and he curses quietly to himself as he waits for Cas's response.

“I mean it would be kind of weird if you weren’t given that we’re dating.”

Dean pauses at this, a flood of emotions hitting him and causing him to let out a sound reminiscent of a gasp, “What?”

“We’re dating,” there's a pause from cas and the rustle of papers being moved, dean briefly wonders what he’s doing before he realizes what the man had said. Dean's mouth opens and shuts a few times as he struggles to find the appropriate words.

Cas continues speaking, seemingly oblivious to the internal struggle that Dean is having, “We had a date a few days ago,” more rustling, “we got pizza and then got drunk and made out.”

Dean is at a loss for words, he lets out a choked sound before starting to laugh, the kind of laugh that makes your sides hurt. It takes him a minute to regain his composure, wiping a tear that had escaped during the laughing fit he takes a deep breath before responding, “Yeah i guess we did.”

“Are you feeling alright?” The question sounds so sincere it almost causes Dean to spiral into laughter again but he manages to hold it in.

The hunter pauses for a moment thinking about the question, “Yeah,” he’s smiling so hard his cheeks are starting to hurt, “i’m great.”

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[P2] My Love, I Am Drinking PLeNTy of WAteR

NSFW Lucifer x F!MC Spice Rating - 4/4 HOLY F*CK THAT'S HOT

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

I fully support Luci having a praise kink, full stop. :) @ourfinalisation the food is ready muahaha.

Wordcount: 2470

smutty notes (consult if you haven’t read my smut before.)

“It’s so hot in here,” he complains, still picking at his buttons and undoing them all out of order. It would help if you didn’t keep your fireplace lit all the time, you think as you help him take his vest off. “Mmm… aren’tchu hot too?” 

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“...yes,” you reply honestly after a moment, almost unconsciously helping him out of his shirt to leave his chest exposed. 

“Then… let’s cuddle naked!” 

Oh good lord… you think, not quite sure how to respond to the innocent way he said that. Neither of you kept your hands off each other when the clothes were gone. But then you’d be taking advantage of a drunk. Though the only reason Lucifer would be upset about you doing that to him is that he wouldn't remember the experience. 

Of course, Lucifer’s jumping full-steam ahead as he takes your shirt off and presses his face into your belly as he hugs your lower abdomen.

“C’mere, MC… stop just standing there holding my mug like a pretty mannequin… Let me love you!” He pulls, and you half-stumble your way to half-sitting on him. He takes the mug from your fingers, sliding it open and taking a drink before he grimaces at you. “That is the most watery coffee I have ever tasted,” he says in the most grave tone of voice that you can’t help yourself from bursting out laughing. “You should be ashamed of yourself, MC; why are you laughing?” 

“You’re already wasted, Lucifer; I’m not giving you caffeine too,” you reply after you recover, belatedly realizing that his hands are shimmying your pants off you. He started this, you think before you unzip him, and, amused, watch him try to take his trousers off with you sitting on one of his thighs. 

“You’re mean,” he says as you laugh again. “You know I’m all…” He makes a vague gesture, and you smile as you obligingly help him undress the rest of the way. You worry your lip lightly as your eyes carelessly absorb him for a moment, half-fantasizing about absolutely wrecking him so that he wakes up embarrassed without even remembering why. No, MC, only if he pushes it. Still… naked cuddles. On his bed. Where we’ve had sex several times.

You don’t even get to the cuddling part because Lucifer had already pulled you on top of him, kissing you. You have the sudden and distinct suspicion that the conniving little shit had been actually planning to make love to you since the moment he came home. Yeah… come to think of it, the way he looked at you at the door was pretty close to his “I want to fuck you so bad right now” face. 

“MC… I wish you were always here,” he mumbles before he kisses up and down your neck. “Every time I think of you, I want to hug you, and then I get hard thinking about you, and then I feel bad when you’re not even there…” 

“I can’t be in here perpetually,” you joke, though he obviously takes it seriously. 

“You could if I tied you down,” he grumbles, nibbling on your collar. “Then I could do anything I want whenever I want.” He pauses before he groans and butts his head softly against your chest. “I’m sorry that I fantasize about that. I’m not an asshole that would use you and do bad things to you and, I just… want more of you…” You pet his head sympathetically, surprised by his consideration. 

“I fantasize about slightly concerning things too, Lucifer.” Some things I wish I had the ovaries to ask you to try with me. “So don’t worry about it. We’ll talk about it if it’s a problem.” 

“You're so sweet… what’d I do to deserve you???” Lucifer squeezes you tight to him. “Can I thank you? Can I eat you out?” You decide to throw away how startled you are by the sudden offer. Oral from you? The person who rarely does it unless I (sexually) beg for it? You think I’d say no? 

Saying “yes” would quickly become a regret. But all in good time. 

As it turns out, Lucifer’s drunken stupor meant he was a lot more into making noise during sex, and that included while he was busy thrusting his tongue inside you. Not to mention when he was busy licking the hell out of your clit like it had something sweet and sticky on it. And there he was, flushed and naked between your legs, eagerly taking what seemed like mouthfuls of your slick and heartily groaning like it was his first meal in five years. 

You thought he wasn’t lucid enough to pleasure you with his fingers, which was why it was taking you a little bit of time to cum. Oh, how wrong you are. No, this fucker is playing with you. 

Which is why you’re so surprised when he starts giving both your clitoris and your eager pussy attention, nibbling and sucking and rubbing. Your orgasm at that point is very forthcoming. 

As is the one directly following it. 

“Lucifer,” you gasp, squeezing his hair in your hands. 

“Mmm… I’m not finished drinking my water~” the little shit teases into you, and you’re quickly learning that his desire to see you overstimulated is even more pronounced than usual. 

Which is why it was a mistake. Because you’re now on your fourth orgasm, and he didn’t seem like he was going to stop until he had destroyed your sanity. 

“Lucifer… please… can’t,” you try between gasps, and he kisses your thigh. 

“Just a little more? You’re so good for me; just let me do everything, okay? Just a little more… want you to like it.” He gives you another lick that practically sends stars to your eyes, looking up at you as you try in vain to squeeze your thighs closed. 

“Bad…Lucifer,” you mewl as he keeps giving your clit attention, his long fingers still nursing your ever-tightening insides. He stops, right as you were reaching another peak.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, not seeming to realize the fact that he’s edging you. “I wante’to see your face when your brain has nothing in it but me…” Didn’t you get that out of me the first time!?!?

“Lucifer, I’m already thinking just about you, so please let me finish…” 

“No, not that, I want to see your fucked out face. The way you drool and cry and stop being able to form a sentence.” Fucking hell, he’s remembering that? Now? “But I can’t?” Lucifer makes a face like a kicked puppy, making an x with two fingers, one of which was struggling to separate from a wet membrane attached to the other finger. 

“Goddammit, do whatever you want, just please!” You groan, covering your eyes and feeling your cheeks warm. You can practically feel him brighten as he dives back between your folds. Not long afterwards, your most intense orgasm makes you scream his name while you grip his hair frantically like you’re trying to shove him even closer than he already is. 

Calming down is almost an ordeal as he licks at your convulsing, needy hole that was currently spilling your release like it was water. 

“I think this is better than demonus,” he mumbles, probably to himself, but your ears catch it just fine. You really can’t tell whether he’s referring to your pleasure or messily drinking in your natural lubrication. Is this what he fantasized about without telling you? Getting on his knees and tongue-fucking you so hard that your entire body was left buzzing afterwards? “MC?”

“Wh… What?” you gasp, faintly realizing he’s finally risen from his position on the floor, his lips and the tip of his nose still shining. 

“Love you,” he says sweetly, kissing your lower stomach and almost making you convulse in the process. Especially because the rosy head of his cock is very much visible from between your knees. “Did you like my thank-you? You did, right? I was good, right?” He looks up at you like he wants to be petted, and you just can’t help yourself from fluffing his hair. He leans into your touch, letting out a satisfied, deep hum. You internally promised to tease him later for this. As payback. 

“Yes… you were good.” It seems like your praise just makes his cock stand up even taller, and you feel your insides twitch in response. You have your doubts that he can stay concentrated enough to keep it up, but God, you’re wishing he would. “I never knew you liked it this much whenever I praise you,” you tease him. 

“...maybe I have a kink for it.” Lucifer slurs. “Izzat a bad thing? Can I be a top with a praise kink?” 

“Of course, silly.” You ruffle his hair some more, just messing it up even further. There is certainly a quiet yet powerful satisfaction in knowing you’re the only one allowed to see him like this. To do this to him. “Everyone likes being praised for doing something well. Even you.”

Lucifer giggles a little and says, “How come you’re so wise when you’re less than a hundredth of my age?” 

You have to bite your tongue to avoid calling him an old man and killing his happy mood. He’s already insecure about that no matter how many times you told him that you didn’t care because he (and his brothers) never acted like, thought like, or looked like his age.

“You’re drunk, one, and two, you restrict yourself too much for the sake of your pride, so you don’t use that wonderful brain of yours.” 

“Mmm…” Lucifer kisses you, and for a moment you cringe at the taste of yourself before you get used to it. In another moment, your body is pressing harder into his lavishly soft bed as Lucifer’s hovers over you. “Fucking hell, I love you so much,” he mumbles before he dives back to your lips, the wet sounds of his kisses echoing through your ears. “Want you… Want to put it in… mn… what position do you want? Missionary? Please say missionary.” You must say, Lucifer’s flushed, hopeful expression is a sight to behold as he eagerly waits for your response. 

“Missionary is fine,” you reply with a soft grin as you rubbed his cheek. He pushes into your touch, closing his eyes and savouring it. “Come here.” 

“Cum where?” he asks, blinking at you with a dusting of pink on his ears. “I-I mean, it’s not a problem, I um… I would like that a lot actually…” Lucifer’s blush turns darker. “Wait… shit.” Lucifer buries his hot face in your chest. “...sorry.” 

“What are you apologizing for? That’s a normal mistake in this setting.” 

“No, I’m apologizing for the image that popped into my head.” 

“You don’t have to be shy; you can tell—” 

“MC, please, let this one just… stay in my head. It’s really bad.” 

“...I won’t press you right now because you’re making me impatient, but I’m going to find out later what kind of dirty shit is going through your m—Aghnnn!” 

Lucifer groans into your neck, softly panting as he shoves his last inch into you. He throbs against your walls, and you cling to his sweating back, softly digging your nails in from his size. 

“Don’t ask…” he mumbles, drawing himself out as he traces over your nipples, the pads of his fingers circling the hardening nubs. He snaps his hips forward again, leaving you gasping as stars flicker brightly in your eyes. “But… it made me really excited, so…” 

“Ughn ah…! Ahh!” you moan out, your voice abruptly starting to fail as Lucifer grips a tight hold of your hips and starts slamming himself into you over and over again. Your overstimulated clitoris seems to thrum with static, and it thrums harder when Lucifer presses close to messily kiss your neck. 

“Gh… Every time…” he groans, his voice strained. “Your pussy always sucks me in so hard… Hghn. it makes me feel like… I’ll lose it right away.” And as if he wants to prove himself wrong, he starts going at you faster, leaving you gasping and crying at the ceiling, speechless as you actively claw at his back.

Your clit, alongside the place deep inside you that loves Lucifer's thrusts, are receiving such great stimulation that you can barely say anything. All that comes from you are your incoherent whines and raspy croaks alongside the creaks of the bed and the lewd slurps of your soaking wet hole taking Lucifer in over and over again. 

And then, all movement ceases, leaving you looking up dumbly at his concerned face.

“MC? Are you okay?” he murmurs. “Am I hurting you?” God bless this sensitive dingbat, but fucking hell, why does he always stop at the worst damn time? 

“Hghhn… n…no,” you manage to moan out, your vision flickering with how tight your lower abdomen is. You just barely manage to urge him closer, squeezing him with your legs before he throws your ankles over his shoulders, his hands squeezing your thighs as he climbs back up to his earlier pace.

“MC,” Lucifer gasps, dropping his head down to yours, digging his neatly trimmed nails into you as he falters. “MC.” He kisses you again as your nails score scratches into his back that, if anything, just egg him on. “MC, going to… together… please…”

“Yes,” you cry out. “Lucifer…!” With your vision dyed a startlingly brilliant white, your body floating somewhere in the sky, attached only to the electrifying feeling of Lucifer’s body against yours, you’re left to soak it in while you try to get your bearings back. 

It’s as you’re calming down that you realize Lucifer is drowsily wrapping his arms around you, squeezing your sweaty bodies together in the center of his bed. He snuggles you, getting himself comfortable as he whispers half-broken sweet nothings in your ear. Just a moment later, and he falls sound asleep, his soft breathing falling on your flushed skin. 

“Well… I guess the shower can wait,” you croak as you nuzzle him, your own drowsiness sweeping over you in the warmth of Lucifer’s embrace. Not a bad reward for looking after his brothers while he’s gone… I can’t wait… to see his sleepy face in the morning…

Bonus:

Lucifer woke up first about six hours later, painfully hungover and not quite remembering why he was still inside you. Almost everything came back to him however when you explained to him what had happened, and he proceeded to apologize several times, his cheeks flaming red behind his hands. 

You later shared a bath together, Lucifer insisting that he should spoil you for behaving in such a “boorish and absolutely unacceptable manner unbefitting of a responsible demon.” He cleaned you up with meticulous care despite the fact that he was nursing a very stubborn case of morning wood.

#lucifer is domestic happiness incarnate #change my mind #drunk lucifer #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #obey me! #shameless self indulgence #obey me lucifer smut #lucifer brainrot #lucifer x mc #lucifer smut #lucifer x reader

[kermit-coded]

yo this might be a stupid question! But can I ask about some of your Charles Rowland opinions, particularly how you think he would have reacted to the cat kings original offer to Edwin?

not stupid at all! i love talking about my favorite characters!!

general opinions:

he is bisexual but doesn't know it yet

big ADHD energy

he's canonically afraid of turning out like his dad, and i think he definitely has had a moment where he's snapped at edwin during an argument early on in their partnership and edwin flinched and he really had a hard time with that because of his dad.

his love language is touch and he really struggled with not feeling things when he first became a ghost. he's really touchy in the show, particularly with edwin, and i headcanon that ghosts can feel each other's touch a bit more than they can a living person's.

in regards to the cat king's original offer:

i think he would freak out quite a bit, for several reasons. first and foremost i think he would assume the worst of the king because although we the audience as well as edwin know the king would never force himself on edwin (a "fair and consensual cat king" to use his words), charles doesn't know that! all he knows is that edwin is really cagey about what happened. hell, he even picks up on it to an extent, with his "was he getting frisky with you?" comment. and i totally see charles getting really, really pissed about it. if you want to get dark, you could tie it back to his father's abuse (i've seen one or two fics spin it like that). i think even though edwin is cool with the king, i think charles can and would hold a massive grudge about it. i've seen people say he would be jealous and while i think there might be an undercurrent of jealousy, it's mostly gonna come from a place of protective rage. and to add to that, i also think he'd feel like he'd failed edwin. as we see in ep 4, he feels ineffective and useless, tying his self-worth to his role as "the brawn" aka the protector of the group. so i think he'd be angry not just at the cat king for making edwin uncomfortable, but also at himself for not being able to stop it.

#apparently i have a lot of thoughts about this #charles rowland #dead boy detective agency #edwin paine #dead boy detectives spoilers #cat king #the cat king #edwin payne #painland #payneland #chedwin #paineland #charles x edwin #paynland #edwin x charles #meta #soda speaks

[gffa]

Do you have any Sith!Obi-Wan fics you can recommend? 🙏

Hi! You can do a search for Sith Obi-Wan in my bookmarks which brings up several or you can start with the novel-length ones that still live rent-free in my head even years after I've read them: Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 95.9k During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone. This fic was written for me, so I'm biased, but it's genuinely my favorite for the trope because Lily put all this thought into the undercurrents going on between the characters, because it gives such care about why any version of Obi-Wan would fall to the dark and what he would be like, because each chapter had moments of foreshadowing and care given to lush, beautiful descriptions and the creeping dread of the place. It's a gorgeous fic and I think even if someone doesn't usually like Sith versions of the characters, the way this one does it (created reflections, not that our characters are falling, so it's scratching the itch of how it's an extension of our characters, but our characters are not on that exact path), I would gently suggest this one.

Lex Talionis by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, 187.1k Or, how Obi-Wan and Anakin fell to the dark side, obtained their revenge, and saved the galaxy in the process. My other favorite Sith Obi-Wan fic, this one is about how these characters fall to the dark, and the author takes his time with how it happens step by step, but also how these massive, galaxy-spanning changes happen, how it's a combination of how sexy the dark side can be but also how awful it can be, how much pain and hurt it can cause. There's so much care and effort put into this story, it spans such a huge story, that it's one of those fics I want to physically print out in special binding because it deserves to be a pretty set on my bookshelf.

wicked thing by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, 124.2k the story of how Anakin exists in a perpetual state of intense embarrassment, Kenobi is enjoying it a little too much, and everything is, generally speaking, a gigantic mess. This is an AU where Obi-Wan never trained Anakin and is already a Sith when we meet him, and there's a reason it's one of the most famous fics in the fandom, because it is the most charismatic thing I've just about ever read, the sheer amount of dark side sexy charm coming off Obi-Wan is incredible, the tension between him and Anakin is delicious, and the writing/plotting of the storyline is superb. I could not put this fic down when I read it, there's a reason this fic helped really popularize the trope, because it's just so goddamned addicting and glorious to read.

Soldier, Poet, King by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, time travel, 106.4k wip Second chances are very rarely given, but the Force smiles upon two of its favorite children and returns them to a time before their actions have met their consequences. Anakin Skywalker, also known as Darth Vader, seeks redemption while Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, disillusioned with the Jedi Order and its Code, falls to the Darkness. Trapped out of time, Master and Apprentice must once again work together to stop Sideous’ plans from reaching fruition and bring Balance to the Force—all the while dodging the Jedi, the Sith, and their feelings for each other. I think this might even have been the first Sith!Obi-Wan fic that I read and I know it remains dear to me because I reread it a year or two ago and got sucked in just as hard as before. Obi-Wan is dropped back into his younger body, feels like the whole thing is a bunch of bullshit, gets sucked into dark thoughts, and just goes full dark side dom on Anakin and fixing the galaxy through machinations and foreknowledge. It's so fun and it does such great service to Anakin's level of power, that this guy is an absolute dragon in the Force, but that he also very much wants Obi-Wan's hand on the back of his neck to force him to kneel to the one person he loves. Hnngggg, it really cemented me as a fan of this trope because of how well it scratches the sexy dark side dom/sub while they're both badass dynamic, I love it so much.

I'm still making my way through a lot of Star Wars fic, so if anyone has any more recs, feel free to jump in, especially if you have some gen ones, since I mostly read pairing fic for Sith!Obi-Wan (because I'm personally after the sexy dom/sub dynamic with it)!

#lumi.txt #star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obikin #fic recs #star wars fic recs #sith obi wan

[winniethewife]

Is this the end of all the endings? (Captain Rex x F!reader)

Words: 784

A/N: May the Fourth be with you my friends!

This was their fourth date. Well their fourth official date, there had been many a night at 79s that had turned to them flirting for hours in dark corners before Rex finally had the courage to ask her on a proper date. He had decided that a fourth date should probably take place somewhere nice. So as he walked to her apartment on Coruscant he tried to think of a good place to go. Once he approached her door he was nervous. He knocked twice, shifting in his civvies. He hadn’t worn them much, having got them when he first arrived to the city, but being away so frequently had not lead to much wear. Just as he looked up the door slid open and on the other side was the most beautiful woman he had the chance to know.

“Hi.” She said with a soft smile. he couldn’t stop staring at her face.

“Hi” He said with an awe struck tone. “Um, do you need to let anyone know you’re leavin’?” He peers around her shoulder out of curiosity. She chuckles. The looks on his face tells all, wondering if they can come back here after their outing.

“No, I live on my own. So where are we going today, Captain?” she asked with a smirk. He feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up slightly at the way she said his title. He clears his throat and offers her his arm.

“I was thinking we could go for a nice walk…visit Umate possibly?” He says with a confident tone. His heart skipped a beat as she wrapped her arm in his. They started talking as they were walking. She talked about her work, He talked about the recent shenanigans of the 501st. She asks how his brothers are, the way she cares about each of them its unbelievable to him that they only met a few weeks ago. He feels so comfortable with her. As they make their way through the city they almost feel like this is the most natural moment. The feeling of them walking in sync, how close they are together. When they reach the mountain top he notes that he is not the only one who thought this would be a nice outing, seeing several other couples around. As they sat on one of the many benches that were around, she rests her head on his shoulder. Rex feels his cheeks flush as he looks at her, he wishes he could hold on to this moment forever, never letting it pass.

“How am I so lucky to have you?” Rex says softly, he reaches to caress her thigh, trying to be even closer to her.   

“Maybe its 'Cause all the boys, Never took me quite where you do. Never treated me as well as you do. No one has made me feel so special quite like you.” She says this with a quiet sincerity that makes Rex’s heart flutter.

“I don’t know how anyone could ever not treat you like the queen you are. You’re amazing. The moment I met you I kne all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for.” Rex says this with out really thinking, the finality of it, his whole truth out in the open. She looks up at him, and takes in his deep brown eyes. He stands up and pulls her with him into and embrace, holding her close to him as he whispers. “You have my heart, body and soul, Mesh’la. I’m yours. Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep”

~

Late in the night, the city's asleep, they make their way back to her place, she fumbles with the key pad, having had maybe one to many at the restaurant, her other hand still entwined with his. They tumble in the door desperate to keep their hands on each other, Rex’s lips on her neck as they make their way to the couch. She gently sits him down straddling his lap as they continue to kiss, touch, feel.

“The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury” She whispers into his ear as she leans in to nibble the helix of his ear, pulling a moan from his lips.

“With all these nights we're spending together people might start to ask questions” He chuckles breathlessly as he holds her hips gently squeezing. She looks at him then kisses his lips slowly, gently, with sweet soft intentions. As she parts away just enough to look in his eyes she whispers.

“Let them question, I want the whole galaxy to know you’re the King of my heart, body and soul.”  

~

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[clip-the-simp]

Not Much Else

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2,956

Warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, mention of drugs and surgery, (I’m bad at warning tags so just let me know if I need/should to add some)

Tags: Mild Proofreading, Slow Burn(?), reader had bat wings, Bounty Hunting, slight deviation from TV show, pre!show events(?), (Again I'm bad at tags so let me know)

Summary: You're a vault experiment that makes it to the surface. Quickly you learn the lay of the land and a few years later end up working the same bounty as The Ghoul. You convince him to let you take a long after having a feeling that you just had to follow him. Where will this story lead? Only time (and my motivation) will tell.

A/N: this is cringy as shit so please forgive me. I’m trying to get back into writing and my current hyperfixation is Fallout. I've been a fan for years but a new found love was sparked with the show's release.

Be forewarned that this is going to be incredibly inaccurate to cannon events and really unrealistic honestly. But listen. If Lucy can have her finger zapped back on and working properly anything can happen.

The scientists of your vault had placed nearly 200 hundred people into cryo pods before the bombs had fallen. A few had been scientists, but most were test subjects. Those chosen to be experimented on were chosen from a vast array of different medical histories, genetic makeups, ages, and ethnicities which always resulted in different mutations. Only about one third of the subjects had volunteered, while the majority had been simply manipulated, kidnapped, and or drugged before being shoved into a cryopod.

You had been one of the majority that had been kidnapped. Before the bombs, you had been a star in HollyWood and went on to be in several films which included a western or two. You were still fairly young however, so when the threat of bombs falling had started to rise you had been cornered. A white cloth with chloroform was shoved into your face once you had gotten back to your film trailer after wrapping up the final scene for a movie you were co-starring in. You had only woken up for a brief moment after being kidnapped, which was right before they had shoved you into a pod and began the process to preserve your body for the next century or so.

When the scientist decided it was time to start experimenting, some wouldn’t survive the first round of injections but that never did stop the test. Even after death the bodies would continue to be used to determine different severities of treatments on human tissue.

However, those that didn’t have the fortune of passing within the first few rounds of chems being forced into their veins, they had far worse ahead of them. Which just so happened to be the group of unfortunate folks you wound up being.

It had been about 175 years after the bombs dropped before they dethawed you from your cryosleep and started on their process of testing and modifying your body. They had hoped, just like with all of their other experiments they had running, that you would be one of their best.

After the first initial round of chems they had started to cut into you and spliced your DNA with multiple different creatures. First it started with the removal and rewiring of your eyes. They had been replaced with those of a feline which had taken you months to recover from, but that didn’t stop the minor test they continued to perform.

The rewiring in your brain caused excruciating headaches for the first few months but soon you were able to view things from a new lens. Being able to see more than most at night was a great perk to have when the vaults tended to stay poorly lit. However this also caused you to have some sensitivities to bright lights, so in response to that the scientist designed specialized goggles to combat it but made them so they wouldn’t impair your ability to see at night with them still being on.

The next body modification came when a scorchbeast, a large mutated bat creature, had been killed and dragged into the vault. After careful consideration and candidate evaluation you had been chosen to be subjugated to the experiment. No one knew if your body would reject the new muscle and bones that had to be implanted, but your genes had the most likely success rate when looking at the data provided.

After a full year of recovery you had full mobility of the limbs, and with it having been a young scorchbeast, the wings hadn’t been to terribly large in comparison to your body. You had been due for more body installments but before the scientist had the opportunity to stick another knife in you all hell had broken loose.

One of the more aggressive test subjects had escaped from their enclosure and started wreaking havoc upon the vault. They had managed to set other people free while in a blind rage when they had broken into the control room. In doing so not only where you set free but so where all the others, including those in cryosleep.

However you hadn’t stuck around for long once everyone, mutated or not, had started attacking one another in a panic. Having seen map layouts of the vault in the halls on the way to your surgeries, you had been one of the first to make it to the surface and begin your trick through the waste land.

After a week you had managed to find your way to a town which was both a blessing and a curse. Outside the walls of the town there had been a dead man who still had his clothes on. Having realized you were still in your medical gown, you had stripped him of the garments, minus the underwear, and cut a large hole in the back of the shirt to accommodate for your wings. With pants and a shirt on you were now a little more confident when entering the settlement.

Even after getting more than a hospital gown on, people still had given you strange looks as you walked the streets. They snarled and ogled at the wings sprouting from your back, and even after tucking them under your arms while pulling them close to your sides, it didn’t stop the stairs. Your goggles had remained pulled over your eyes during the majority of your time on the surface, but you could tell people could still see the slits that were your pupils.

You had quickly learned the ways of the waste land. Caps controlled everything, violence was always the answer, and it was kill or be killed. So when a man suddenly cornered you in the alley way of that first town you were in, you quickly became a killer. Whether it was the animal genetics fused with your own or your will to survive, you had proceeded to rip that man's neck out with your teeth when he had gotten close enough.

In doing so you had gained a handful of caps, a slightly rusted knife, and a pistol that had enough ammo to mow down a small horde of ghouls. The only item of clothing you peeled from his body was a weathered trench coat made of leather. That had managed to cover your wings if you kept them tucked close enough, although a bet awkwardly.

With the handful of caps you had gathered you had managed to get some accentals and learned about bounty hunting. If you were going to survive in the world you had to adapt, and so you did.

Two years had passed since you first began living on the surface when you had encountered The Ghoul, face to face, for the first time. Both of you had been working the same job when the target in question got smart and hired a few armed guards. The two of you were knocked unconscious and tied up in a rotting building while the target and his goons ran off. You had come to when the splitting pain from being knocked out finally became too much for your body to suppress.

As you peeled your eyes open, you started to realize someone was tied to your back as you and the other person sat on the sand covered floor of the decaying house. Shuffling a bet you tried to grab the knife at your side but soon heard a groan from the person you were tied to. You hadn’t bothered before to try and see who it was, hoping to have gotten untied from one another before they had the chance to wake up and possibly kill you.

“Fucking hell.” You heard the man mumble as he tried to get his bearings as you had. Your heart made its way to your throat as you realized who it was. Although you had never met the man you recognized his voice from the rare occasion you had been in the same town together at the same time.

Fuck fuck fuck! You thought as you continued, more hastily this time, to try and get the knife at your side. You had never paid The Ghoul much attention, however you know of his reputation and that he was a gifted gun slinger. However, while you hadn't paid him much attention, he had been studying you. He had started to recognize you any time you just happened to be in the same town. It wasn't anything more than the fact you were exceedingly odd and always looked out of place from those shuffling around you. Although he was a ghoul and the farthest thing from normal looking, your wings would always take any and all attention from those around you. No matter how well hidden you tried to keep them.

“Stop fidgeting damn it.” Your body immediately froze as he spoke directly to you. A few shuffles of his own and he quickly had his hands on his own knife which sliced through the rope with relative ease. You fell forward slightly as the tension from the rope was released and you quickly stood to dust yourself off.

Turning around you saw The Ghoul doing the same thing as he stood. His duster was ripped to shreds but still served its purpose of covering him from the sun. The cowboy hat he held in his hands was quickly placed back on his head before he turned to glare at you. His spurs jingled a little as he faced you.

Everything in your body screamed at you to run before he could pull out his weapon, but his gaze had you pinned to your spot in the room. You swallowed hard before trying to move and look more relaxed then you really were. Crossing your arms you moved your eyes to meet his which started an immediate feeling of regret.

There was something about his eyes that held a feeling of familiarity but it was buried under the many years of being forced to live amongst the harsh conditions of the wasteland. The Ghoul’s eyes remained on your face for the longest time before traveling to the tips of your wings that peeked out from under your coat. You quickly tried to tuck them closer to hide them but that just led to him looking back to your face.

“Now how the hell you get those on your back?” The Ghoul pointed to where the wings had been showing just moments before. His question had brought you out of your frozen state as you tried justifying to yourself answering him truthfully. You didn’t figure it would hurt to be truthful, especially since it was only the two of you at that moment. Not to mention the odd feeling that you could rely on him to keep any information you needed to get off your chest.

“Vault experiments.” You answered plainly as you moved the extra appendages from under your coat and spread them a little farther out from your body as you stretched them. As you did this something shifted in his expression, almost a kin to pity. He looked back into your eyes as if trying to recognize you as you had done the same to him moments before. You had forgotten the fact your eyes were no longer human so whatever search he was on would be nearly impossible if he intended to find answers within them. Not to mention the fact that your goggles were currently tented from the light coming in from the setting sun.

“That’s unfortunate. Seems like those wings would be in the way of everything.” He stated while picking up some of his belongings that hadn’t been taken. You crossed your arms and leaned on one leg. Sure, the wings were annoying at first, but they had become useful as time went on. You always managed to travel farther than anyone else in the wasteland could in two days on foot.

“They’re actually quite helpful.” You stated as you began to check yourself for any belongings that might be missing. “People don’t expect an aerial assault nowadays. So ambushing people is quite the luxury when being a bounty hunter.” The Ghoul gave a low hum as he slung his bag back over his shoulder. Surprisingly enough they hadn’t stolen anything, but you assumed it was because they were more focused on getting out of there before the two of you woke up.

“Well sweetheart I must be on my way. That bounty is still out there and I don't need someone else getting my caps.” As he said this The Ghoul slung his leg over the wall of the decrepit house and began his trek to the target. Something in the back of your mind pricked at your thoughts as he walked away. The feeling that you needed to follow him into the wasteland grew stronger the farther he walked.

What was it about this guy that had you wanted to do nothing more than follow him like a lost puppy? You hadn’t meant to be working the same bounty but somehow it felt like it was meant to be. Kicking yourself mentally, you sprinted after him. He had only managed to get a few yards away before you abruptly sprinted up behind him.

Out of instinct The Ghoul pulled his gun on you and had it aimed directly at your head. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath from the short unexpected run you just had. The adrenaline pumping through your veins prevented you from freezing or seeing the gun held to your face as much of a threat at that moment. All your mind was trained on was convincing The Ghoul to take you with him on this job.

“Take me with you.” Was all you could blurt out. Your voice had been shaky which you hoped wouldn’t be too noticeable but The Ghoul definitely caught it. He lowered his gun to keep it aimed at your chest instead.

“Now why should I do that?” He asked as he raised a nonexistent eyebrow. The sun was getting low which caused a shadow to shroud most of The Ghoul’s face. A knot began to form in your stomach. You hadn’t thought this through at all but had to come up with an excuse fast.

“I can be of help. Like I stated before, aerial assault isn’t something most folks are prepared to fight against.” That was practically the only key advantage you had on most other people. You had other talents, sure, but that was back up information in case the main appeal didn’t go through.

The Ghoul lifted his gun to tip his hat out of his face to get direct eye contact with you. His gaze fell and rose as he examined your form. It made you partly embarrassed as you pulled your wings in closer. He stood there and contemplated for a while until you broke the silence.

You grabbed the goggles from your face and sat them on top of your head. Your vision quickly adjusted to the new light exposed to your eyes. As The Ghoul looked back to your face you saw a bet of shock appear on his face before it was quickly masked again.

“Listen,” You started as your hands quickly began to fidget with one another. “I don't know why but I feel as if I’m supposed to go with you. If I had an explanation of why I would tell you but I don’t except for saying it’s a gut feeling.” The Ghoul’s expression stayed the same which quickly diminished your hope of joining him. Your eyes fell to the ground as you continued to speak.

“I don’t require caps or any sort of compensation for joining since I’m doing this out of complete and utter selflessness.” You were about to continue rambling before The Ghoul let out an exasperated sigh. Your attention brought back to his form. The Ghoul was pinching between his eyebrows as he holstered his gun. A few mumbles left his lips before his gaze finally settled back upon you.

“If you slow me down-” He started to say. You quickly cut him off as the realization that he was actually taking you along settled in.

“I won’t! I promise.” You said cheerfully as your wings slightly lifted from your sides. Your demeanor was probably a bit too cheerful though with how his expression changed.

“We’ll see if you keep that promise.” The Ghoul grumbled as he looked at the setting sun. It had nearly disappeared over the horizon which had put the world in a deep shade of purplish pink. It wouldn't be long before the sun was completely gone to leave the two of you in complete darkness.

However, that didn’t stop the two of you from traveling a bet that night. Your night vision was impeccable and The Ghoul had a lamp to guide his way. You stayed silent as did The Ghoul which hadn’t surprised you much. It had been about four hours of traveling before he finally spoke to inform you that it was time to siddle for the night.

#the ghoul #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #x female reader #f!reader #fanfic #x reader #x reader fanfiction #fallout #fallout fanfic #fallout franchise #writers on tumblr #female writers

[breakfastteatime]

Today's Fallen Order request is "That looks broken" for @blueflowertea

The sun shines outside, flowers bloom, Greez has freshly baked bread cooling in the galley and all is calm and quiet aboard the ship. The others have ventured into a nearby market, leaving Greez with the whole ship to himself. He’s set the navicomp to run maintenance routines, the deck is sparking from his intense scrubbing, he baked the aforementioned bread (mostly to get rid of the odour of whatever the heck Cal tracked in from their last stop on an honest-to-great-grandma swamp planet), and the refresher hasn’t been that tidy since the day the ship left the production line.

All in all, Greez has had a very productive day while the others go gallivanting, with their ‘the Force is calling me’ and ‘I wish to see a new world’ and scanning, always scanning. It’s the first time in too long Greez has been able to play his own music on the sound system too. Apparently Latero lounge funk is nauseating for Humans. And Greez means that literally – both Cere and Cal get all woozy and pale if he tries playing it. It makes Merrin giggle uncontrollably in a genuinely dangerous to her health kind of way.

Greez makes himself a cup of caf and prepares to sit down, maybe catch a pod race, when he hears familiar voices approaching. He switches off his music and watches BD lead the way. That’s unusual. He rarely puts his own feet on the ground unless…

Greez looks up. Cal is on his feet, conscious and limping. Cere and Merrin follow, Merrin looking extremely pleased with herself while Cere looks like she’s ready to catch Cal at a moment’s notice.

“What happened?” Greez asks.

“Cal did not look where he was going,” Merrin says. “He tripped over a market stall.”

“And did such a great job putting it back together the stall owner wasn’t even mad at me!” Cal flops down onto the couch. Good thing Greez didn’t get around to cleaning that off today. He’s covered in soil. “And I was looking where I was going. I just got distracted. Totally different problem.”

“Yes, you see something shiny, and all other thoughts fall out of your head,” Merrin says.

“Nah, that’s BD, right, buddy?”

BD cackles and dashes off to scan the terrarium.

“Take your boot off,” Cere says.

“I twisted it, Cere, it’s nothing.”

“Take your boot off. Greez, grab me the medscanner.”

Greez never, ever, messes with Cere when she’s using this tone of voice. Cal, on the other hand, is not that wise.

“I twisted my ankle. Some ice, a few stretches, it’ll be fine.”

“And how are you going to apply the ice with the boot on? Take it off. Now.”

Merrin snorts. Cal levels a glare at her. She heads off into her and Cere’s cabin. Greez hands over the scanner to Cere. He gives Cal a nudge. “There’s no need to turn this into a fight,” he whispers.

It isn’t much of a flashpoint, but it’s one nonetheless and despite all this time together, no one has managed to iron out Cal’s ‘I’ll work through anything’ mentality. On top of that, he’s a young man who clearly wants to spread his wings. Greez gets it, he really does, but sometimes Cal needs a reminder he isn’t immortal. No, it’s simpler than that. Sometimes, he needs reminders that he doesn’t need to be in pain constantly.

With much eye-rolling and amateur dramatics, Cal reaches for his boot. He pulls, and Greez watches him literally go several shades paler. A funny gasp emerges from him, and he grabs the couch cushions, knuckles bleaching white. Greez hears Cere take a breath, ready to lecture, and reaches over to whack her on the arm. The woman really needs to know when to push and when to shut up.

It’s slow and painful (literally for Cal, based on how much he’s sweating), but the boot comes off.

Greez can’t help himself. “That looks broken.”

Cal is silent as Cere scans the obvious problem. Greez grabs an icepack, ready to put on the injury the moment they have confirmation.

“Yes,” Cere says. “Broken. It’s a hairline fracture, so a bone knitter and a few days of rest will fix it right up.” She reaches into the medkit once more and pulls out said knitter. Definitely an essential purchase, one they’d made not long after meeting Cal.

Head shaking, Cal tries to pull away. “I don’t need to rest it, I can manage.”

Certain he knows why Cal thinks he can ‘manage’, Greez slaps the icepack down just hard enough to catch Cal, who hisses and levels a glare at him. “You are resting it. Consider the rest of us at your beck and call.”

Cal pauses, turning the thought around. “Everyone?”

Greez nods. “Merrin!” Cal bellows at the top of his lungs. “You’re at my beck and call! Grab me a drink, please!”

#fic requests 2024 #star wars jedi: fallen order #jfo headcanon #jfo minific #cal kestis #bd 1 #greez dritus #merrin #cere junda

[racheloleo]

A Poet's Heart

Zevlor x (f)Tav [Fluff]

Tav began digging through her rucksack on her way through the Emerald Grove. She had a meeting with Commander Zevlor soon and had rushed through her noonday meal, scarfing an apple, a hunk of bread, and a few slices of cheese and cured ham. As her hand rummaged through multiple potion bottles and gold pieces, it brushed against something flexible and smooth: paper. Baffled, she carefully removed the folded sheet and opened it, looking down at the haphazard yet elegant scrawl.

Another one, she thought to herself. Tav glanced around but saw no one watching her at this moment. Carefully, she studied the words on the page and wondered who her mysterious admirer might be. Her heart melted as she considered the possibilities: Gale and Wyll were her top two contenders, as the wizard had mentioned dabbling in poetry and the duke’s son was ever a courtly gentleman, but Tav also couldn’t discount Astarion and Shadowheart, who had also grown closer to her in the past week and could be luxurious in their words when they chose to be.

Smiling to herself, she read through the note. A poem, this time. It wasn’t always a poem, sometimes it was just a short, lovely note praising her leadership, her prowess in battle, her smile, her laugh. Tav found that she rather liked the poems though, there was something very romantic about them, the author’s emotions laid bare for her to see. 

The sun does not choose the brilliance with which it shines

Nor do my beloved’s eyes;

Her lips as sweet as berry wine

Breathe onto mine with delicate sighs

Short and sweet though it was, it made her head spin with the possibilities. It was intimate, knowing; it caressed her as she mouthed the words to herself and sent her into a daydream, imagining a scene with her unknown admirer. She sighed wistfully before remembering where she was, and stuffed the note back into her bag as she continued on her way to Zevlor’s chambers.

Tav was the last to arrive, having been too caught up in her reverie to feel any real urgency around this meeting or the goblin situation in general. She smiled an apology to the Hellrider, who acknowledged her entrance with a slight nod of his head. He moved to the side slightly as Tav approached him around the side of the desk, eager to go over the map and general goblin movements. He is a very handsome man, she thought, though she tried not to allow herself to get lost within a fantasy at this moment.

As Zevlor spoke, Tav nodded along, listening intently and adding relevant information as it became pertinent. While her group had yet to engage with the goblin leaders, they had found, followed, and dispatched several small scouting parties out in the woods and near the Emerald Grove. 

Zevlor’s taloned index finger traced routes on the weathered map, stopping to mark specific locations Tav and her party had discovered the past few days. She watched him dip his quill into the inkpot and then carefully annotate the map near the bridge that spanned the small river.

Her eyes unfocused and then narrowed in with the precision of an eagle. His handwriting. It was his handwriting, she thought, shocked. Her hand shot into her bag and gently thumbed the piece of parchment she had only recently returned to its resting place. Small tears pricked at the corner of her eyes as the realization shot through her body like a bolt of lightning. Tav’s mouth trembled briefly as she looked at Zevlor's face, bent over his desk and set with a look of focus and intent. He hadn’t yet noticed that she was unwell.

“I must take my leave,” she choked out. “Please let me know if you require anything further.” He looked up to her face as she wiped away a tear and then quickly began marching toward the stone door to the commander’s chamber. As she exited, she heard him call after her, heard his footfalls rushing towards the closing door.

“Tav!”

She stopped to the right of the door, along an empty and nondescript hallway. The door to the chamber opened once more, Zevlor rushing out and hurriedly looking left and right. He breathed a sigh of relief to see her still so near, and no longer rushing away from him.

He walked to her carefully, studying her face for any signs of extreme distress or upset. As he approached and held out a hand, Tav pulled out the parchment scrap in her bag and handed it to him, her eyes shining with tears and a deep emotion that Zevlor wasn’t sure he recognized. He knew what she held, and made no move to take it from her.

“So you know,” he whispered, his head dipped and eyes looking to her while cloaked under his infernal brows. “I knew you would find out eventually, you must, and I knew I couldn’t keep up the charade forever.” He sighed heavily and stepped closer still, while Tav watched him, mouth agape, rooted to the spot where she stood. 

“You must know, you are a very special person, Tav. Your eyes melted me when they first saw fit to gaze upon my face and warm me for the first time in years. Your smile did the very same, and even caused my own lips to curl upwards for what seemed like the first time in ages. There is life in you, a spark of joy and wonder, the likes of which I could only hope to capture by being in your mere presence.”

Zevlor gently cupped Tav’s cheek in the palm of his hand as he bent his forehead to hers and rested it gently. Tav relaxed and moved a hand to his waist, sniffling gently as she tried to keep her composure.

“I am no poet, but I feel as though I have a poet’s heart since meeting you. You are all of the beauty in this world, Tav, and I have been far away for far too long. Please, before I lose all of my nerve-”

Zevlor bent his head further and brushed his lips to hers, carefully, just barely, in askance. She moved forward a step, leaning into his frame, his armor firm beneath her body. Her lips parted delicately, her breath soft against his cheek. Tav tentatively brushed her lips back against his, savoring the heat from the Hellrider’s touch. He firmly pressed his mouth to hers, drawing her as close as he could into his arms. Tav dropped her bag on the ground and brought her hands to Zevlor’s face, cupping his jaw between her fingers and holding him close to her. 

He sighed and pulled back briefly, his burning eyes boring into hers. “I have wanted to do that since you knocked Aradin out cold,” he chuckled, brushing hair away from her face.

Tav smiled up at him, arms around his neck. “Please, do not let it be the last.”

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #tav x zevlor #zevlor bg3 #zevlor

[lovely-amora]

I’m fucking DEAD,you idiot!

A specter of a sort had been following Tav's group for a while. Gale was first to notice but didn’t realize that acknowledging the ghost would bring so many surprises.

Your specter form wandered around. You’d never left Balder’s Gate since there’s a lot to see and never enough time to do it. Besides the attack from that weird tentacle thing was kinda simulating. You floated beyond the city limits and wandered. You didn’t know exactly where you were going but you felt a particular pull to a grove with Druids that had been bombarded with Teiflings. They were well meaning, trying their best to pull their weight and to avoid conflict but it never made any sense how hostile the druids were to them. Even the kids.

You couldn't help them in the state you were in. You were simply a being that could only watch and never be seen, no better than the many onlookers that watched the problems fester. It was until you saw them. It was a strange group that you could sense something weird from them. The leader Tav was a strong willed person. A being that felt stronger than what met the eye. Tav was followed by several people. They seemed to be joined in a shared pain or experience.

But there was one who stood out to you. Who seemed to shine in your eyes more so than anyone else in this group of oddballs.

His presence was like a gust of wind, stirring the leaves and quickening the pulse. With every word he spoke, wisdom dripped from his lips like honey, sweet and irresistible.

But it wasn't just his intellect that caught your attention; it was the fire in his eyes, the passion that burned bright within him. He spoke of his magic like a lover recounting tales of forbidden romance, and you found yourself drawn to the flame of his fervor.

It was impossible for you not to follow him. The transparent you that clearly didn't belong anywhere. A part of you wished to be real for even a moment. To be able to hold his hand or to even give him a smile that he could actually see.

You watched as Gale taught Tav how to channel the weave. Something inside you felt jealous. You wanted to be the one who he taught. While Tav and Gale had interactions that seemed friendly at best, you still wish to stand with him. You clicked your tongue and watched as he explained how to channel the weave. You did your best to follow but you had minimal success. It was pretty good for a dead person. However, when you did succeed...you phased through the floor from your own excitement.

You wanted Gale to praise you. To tell you that you did a good job but those were words reserved for Tav. Words that you will never hear from him or anyone else.

You felt a sense of sadness, you knew that it was never going to happen. That you were a weird case and would never interact with someone else in such ways again.

You floated over the nearby lake. The moon reflected on the water. It was beautiful. Too beautiful for your sad mood. You stretched out your hands and started to use your weaker version of the weave to try and recreate the few memories you had.

Being in a bed.

Loved ones surrounding you.

A doctor saying you were in a coma. That he was unsure you'd ever wake up.

You shook the weave off you. The lonely feeling eating away at your ghastly body as you stood on top of the water.

"I knew it. I'm not crazy." Gale's voice rung in your ears. He seemed to sound like he saw you. You laughed upset as you sigh.

"Why do I always expect something to change?" You mutter. You turn to get from the center of the lake but Gale was there. He didn't say anything. He only stared at you. His gaze was soft, as if he saw something that only he may admire. The kind of gaze you wish was directed to you.

As you looked at him, a thought came to mind.

Who was he looking at?

You turned around to look at the other side of the lake but there was no one. You paused as you stopped floating to where land met water.

"Is he looking at- GAH!" He had gotten so close so quickly. If you had been with beating heart, you'd die on the spot from the scare. The only thing that his jump scare caused was you flying up into the trees, losing control of your body.

"Sorry! I didn't realize that I could hear you as well!" Gale promptly apologized. You stare at him strangely but then laughed wholeheartedly. This situation was crazy. A ghost and a wizard talking on the same plane.

"You can see me? You hear me to? Oh this is crazy." Excitement in you was high but also worry. How long could he see you?

"It's been quite some time since I've been able to see you. You're quite the curious one."

The two talked. You told him what you knew about him and his group. The silly things his group mates would do when they thought no one was watching. He explained the weave to you as you did your best to follow.

"Oh! And then Your friend Wyll? He got his horns stuck in a tree!" You laughed as you recount the moment. Gale enjoyed how you got along. He found it weird that he wished to be friends with a ghost but it was fun for him.

"Have you ever wanted to live again? I mean, I think there are ways to get you a body you may control." Gale offered halfheartedly. He knew of some ways but they weren't ways he was confident in.

"Of course. Who wouldn't want to live? I just...I can't exist in such a form." You jolt as your mouth had went faster than your thoughts. You promptly said goodnight to him and left him with confusion as to what you meant.

As time has gotten away from the two of you, Gale got closer to you. It didn't matter where but he'd always find a way to speak with you. Even in the under dark, he carefully whispered with you where he rested. If there was anything he looked forward to, it was the little conversations that you shared. The only thing that he was sad about is that you never spoke of yourself. Not your past, not your fears, gods he doesn't even know your name.

"Hey. Why haven't you told me your name yet?" He carefully pondered. You shrug as you cross your legs in the air, hanging upside down.

"Don't remember it too well. I remember other things just not that." Gale clicked his tongue sad. He then grinned.

"I'll name you then! Avira! It means specter." You nod thinking to yourself. As much as you cared for him, you couldn't allow yourself to get too close. No matter how much you wish for it. It's not really something that can happen with your situation.

"Gale. We should stop. Whatever this is." Your gestures were loud. Your hands moving with each word as you tried to distract yourself from his response.

"What."

"I mean. What good is being around a specter?" You argued.

"You're my friend! The hells you mean what good?!" Gale grit his teeth as he tried to understand.

"I'm just saying-"

"That I'm not worth sticking your neck out for?" Gale accused. He could only see his past lover. The goddess who wouldn't allow him what he craved and how useless he felt before her. You weren't her but gods...did he feel as if you were.

"You want yer fucking answer?!" A sudden angry accent came from you.

"Yeah! Give me your pathetic reason for leaving me!"

"I'M AS GOOD AS FUCKING DEAD YOU IDIOT!"

Your form disappeared as soon as you shouted this. When his mind calmed however, you were long gone. No evidence of your existence and as the others didn't know of you, he had no one to reach out to about this. The only thing that nagged at him were your final words to him.

What did you mean by as good as dead?

Were you not dead already?

#fanfic #fantasy #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #ghost #modern day #astral projection #magic #bg3 #baldurs gate 3

[apuzzledprince]

very hard to work when your organs are pretty much digesting themselves because you forgot to read the fucking ingredients on the food you bought

#yes i know they arent really digesting themselves #but it's incredibly painful regardless #and had several moments where i had to stop #and lean against whatever i was next to #so i could catch my breath and keep from doubling over or whatever #celiac disease #ignore me im rambling #ignore me im complaining