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blackhairedjjun · 7 months

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you made my day. ✧༺♥༻✧

pairing: ot5 (individually) x gender neutral reader | genre / tropes: comfort, fluff, slice of life, meet cute, strangers to (potentially) lovers; reader is an intern in yeonjun's and a student in taehyun's | word count: 900 - 1k each | warnings: profanity, food & drinks in all except beomgyu's, getting scolded in yeonjun's, getting lost in beomgyu's

summary: you're having a bad day and things don't go as planned. but a chance encounter with a kind and handsome stranger makes things a little bit better.

author's notes: this was supposed to be posted in time for the release of the seasons of txt: youth photos, but then i got writer's block working on kai's and then i got super busy with work so i finished this only now. this is my first time making a fully ot5 work, and it was a lot of fun coming up with unique scenarios for each member. i hope you enjoy!

(all mini-fics are under the "keep reading" cut! photos are left uncropped to preserve the original uploader's watermark. photos are from bxmgyx_13 on twitter.)

1. soobin 수빈

of all the days for you to forget your umbrella, it’s on a day when it actually rains.

you stand underneath the awning of the convenience store, sighing and clutching your bag of snacks. even as you silently wish for the rain to stop so that you could walk to the subway station, head home, and enjoy your food, the downpour only grows stronger as if the universe is playing a cruel prank on you.

today is supposed to be a relaxing day. maybe the sound of the rain would be calming if you were at home munching on a bag of your favorite chips... outside, not so much.

a few minutes pass. the rain abates ever so slightly, but not enough for you to go home safely. you glance up at the sky still covered in clouds, then back at the street view in front of you, losing hope.

you don’t mean to make eye contact with the tall stranger passing in front of you.

at that moment, two thoughts cross your mind. the first: he looks like an actor, i swear i’ve seen a handsome face like that before. the second: wow, a tall man with a big umbrella, if i were more shameless i’d ask him to cover me to get to the subway station.

the universe, once again, decides to humor you.

the young man stops in his tracks, still staring. then he turns away, bowing his head a little, as if trying to make himself smaller. you watch while he stays like that for a little bit, shifting his weight from one foot to another, clearly embarrassed by your encounter.

your face grows hot with embarrassment too and you bring your free hand up to cover your eyes. what am i doing? you chide yourself. just because he has a nice big umbrella doesn’t mean it’s okay to stare!

but before you can scold yourself too much, you hear a soft voice in front of you.

“do you... want to share?”

slowly you remove your hand from your eyes. the tall man is looking at you, and though he seems shy, you see a faint smile of politeness on his face.

“yes, please!” you nearly shout. “i mean 一 i’d like that, thanks.”

he bows a little as he moved forward and tilts his umbrella towards you. “sorry for staring, you just looked really sad standing here like that一” he stops, realizing what he just said, and presses his mouth shut.

cute.

“no, it’s okay. i’ve been wanting to go home for a while, so yeah, i was feeling pretty bummed.”

“oh... sorry about that.”

you shrug. “it is what it is,” you say as you stepped under the umbrella. when you tell him that you were headed to the nearby train station, his eyes light up; he passes it by on the way to his dorms. the setup is perfect for both of you.

the tall man, you notice, seems naturally shy; even as you walk together under the rain, he makes sure to keep a polite distance from you, even if it meant one side of him getting slightly wet. his umbrella is slightly tilted towards you to make sure that you’re well-protected, even at his expense.

“hey, you’re getting rained on 一 it’s okay, you can bring the umbrella a bit more to your side.”

“it’s fine, i’m worried about your bag.”

“oh, this?” you lift up your bag of snacks on your free side. “don’t worry, they’re just bags of snacks. the packaging will keep them from getting wet.”

“oh? what snacks did you get?”

you tell him about your bags of chips and your packs of bread that you bought and his eyes start to shine. “i was gonna have a nice day to myself, just watching movies and eating these,” you say. “i picked out some dramas to watch this morning...”

“if you want really good bread, there’s a shop that just opened a few blocks away from the subway station! they make everything fresh, and i’ve been stopping by there after my classes.”

“oh! i’ve passed by that place, but i’ve never tried...”

as the two of you continue talking 一 turns out he has a lot of anime recommendations for you to binge while eating 一 he slowly starts to open up. he still looks handsome like an actor, but he has an adorable smile and a sparkle in his eyes that make him less intimidating and more endearing. he feels like someone you could hang out with, someone you could relax and be yourself around.

it wasn’t long before the two of you finally arrive at the subway station entrance. the rain has stopped, and the young man sets his umbrella down; now that you can see his face better, you take in the shine in his eyes and the dimples on his cheeks. oh, he’s so cute.

“hey, thanks so much for walking me, uh...”

“soobin.”

“thank you, soobin.” you feel your cheeks grow warm at you mentioning his name, and he seemed to blush a little, too. “this was nice of you to do.”

“ah, it’s nothing to worry about...”

“do you want to meet up at the bread shop sometime?”

the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. oh god, what are you doing? you start to chide yourself again for asking to hang out with someone you’ve known for ten minutes. all he did was walk you home out of courtesy, and yet一

“yeah... that would be nice.”

he seems to be trying his hardest to look at you straight, but you can tell that the shy smile spreading across his face was genuine. relief washes over you and you can’t help but smile back.

the smile doesn’t leave your face as you hand your phone over to him to exchange numbers. while typing in your contact details, a thought crosses your mind: maybe the universe knows what it’s doing after all.

2. yeonjun 연준

the walk home from your internship feels like a walk of shame.

you messed up a pretty urgent task, delaying your team’s entire project, and your boss had little patience as he scolded you in front of the other interns. even as you make your way back home where you can forget and perhaps drown your sorrows in ice cream, you can still hear your boss’s voice rising and ringing in your ears, and feel the interns’ eyes on you as they watch you get a dressing-down. some looks are ones of pity, others of annoyance 一 but they sting at you all the same.

it’s hard for you to push away the memory as you trudge down the familiar route to your apartment, the sights around you barely perceptible to your troubled mind. you don’t even have the mental energy to pay attention to the pedestrians around you, walking down the same sidewalk and headed who knows where, when一

bump.

“shit!”

you feel the splash of coffee on you and see a stain of dark brown spreading across your work shirt.

“oh shit, i’m so sorry一”

a bit of spilt coffee shouldn’t mean much, but today it’s the final straw. you burst into tears, unable to stop yourself from sobbing in a crowded street of strangers. everything about this day is conspiring against you: you can’t do your job right, you embarrassed yourself in front of the rest of the intern team, and now you can’t even get home without looking like a complete idiot. you want to disappear into thin air but all you can do is cry, which just makes you feel even more ashamed... and then cry harder.

“hey, please don’t cry, i didn’t realize that it was that bad一 did you get burned? i can walk you to a clinic一”

at first you barely pay attention to the young man who spilled his coffee on you, but now it’s hard to ignore the way he looks at you with eyes wide with worry. his hands hover just inches away from your shoulders, ready to comfort but not crossing the boundary of your personal space, and despite your tears your heart softens a bit at his willingness to help.

“it’s fine,” you sniffle, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. “i一 i didn’t get burned一”

“i’m sorry for making you cry, i wasn’t paying attention一”

you can’t help but burst into a small laugh.

now the man looks confused, tilting his head at you. “wh-what’s so funny?”

“it’s not your fault that i’m crying,” you say, the last of your tears finally falling. “just had... a bad day.”

“oh.”

you watch the look in his eyes shift. he was looking at you with panic and desperation, but now his gaze softens. his hands fall to his sides but he leans toward you to listen to you better.

“sorry about your day.” his voice is softer now. “and it’s alright to cry it out, it must’ve been hard for you...”

you simply nod. your gaze falls to the sidewalk and you notice the spilled cup of coffee by your feet.

“s-sorry about your coffee...”

the man stares at you and tuts, shaking his head. “you just had a bad day, and you’re worried about my coffee? it’s fine, it’s nothing compared to what you went through.”

“i guess, i just... can’t help but feel bad.” you chew on your lip. “can i buy you a new one?”

he let out a chuckle and the sound makes you feel light. “will it make you feel better if you buy me a coffee?”

perhaps it would do you good to do something right for someone today, you think. besides, he seems nice, and he does deserve a coffee for trying to soothe you.

“yeah, sure.”

“then i’ll let you if it makes your day a bit better. there’s a cafe across the street, we can just stop by there, yeah?” he shrugs off the open button-down he’s wearing over his shirt and hands it to you. “and here, wear this to cover up the stain.”

“it’s fine一”

“c’mon, you can wear it.”

you hesitate for a moment, but the young man looks at you with such wide eyes that you can’t say no; you take the button-down and put it on over your shirt. it’s big on you, but that’s good for covering up most of the stain. and while soiled clothing may be the least of your worries, it preserves your pride just enough that you smile for the first time today.

“there, you’re smiling already. you feel better?” he says, returning the smile.

oh, he’s handsome.

your smile widens and a blush starts to creep on you. “yeah... yeah, i do. and i guess some coffee would help.”

“then we can grab some together.” he offers his arm out to you. “i’m yeonjun, by the way.”

you thread his arm around his as the two of you walk towards the cafe. it’s an oddly intimate thing to do with someone you just met, but it feels right.

“nice to meet you, yeonjun. and thank you for helping me.”

maybe today isn’t such a bad day after all.

3. beomgyu 범규

where the hell am i?

it’s the first thought that enters your mind as you step off the train, and it’s the thought that comes back to you again and again as you wander around the unfamiliar station. the whole place is unnervingly quiet; no other trains passing by, no hustle and bustle of the city, not even other passengers chatting and waiting for the next train to come. you open your phone and check your map 一 and you realize that you have gone horribly, horribly off course.

you did everything right; your friend gave you the name of the train station close to their new apartment, and you even looked it up before your trip. you know that the apartment was quite far from your place, but this is too far altogether. sighing, you open your chat with your friend and start texting them: hey i think i’m at the wrong station can you please help. you pace back and forth as you wait for a reply.

nothing.

the cell signal in the station weakens. you can’t even send your friend a follow-up text.

you almost let out a scream until you notice that another passenger has appeared on the platform: a young man bobbing his head to whatever music he’s listening to. he pays you no mind as his attention is absorbed by the earphones connected to... a cassette player?

you squint. does anyone still use cassette players in this day and age?

in between his little listening session, the young man catches at you staring at him. he tilts his head at you, pauses his player, and takes off his earphones. “what’s up?”

“uh...”

should you ask him for help? if he’s waiting for his own train, maybe he’d know the station better than you.

he follows your gaze down to the cassette player in his hand and frowns. “hey, i like vintage things, okay? my dad gave me this and it still works.”

“n-no, it’s not that...”

your confusion and frustration must be too obvious, because the young man slips his cassette player into his bag and takes a step towards you. “uh, are you okay?”

fuck it, you can’t solve this yourself anyway.

“i think i’m lost.” you head over to him and show him your phone: the station name your friend gave you, a screenshot of the route you took. you explain to him where you’re headed, and he nods along as he listens and examines the map screenshots on your phone.

finally, he lets out a nervous chuckle. “uh, sorry. i don’t know how to get there either.”

your heart sinks.

“but i know where the helpdesk is, maybe we can ask them? let’s go there together.”

“aren’t you waiting for the next train though...?”

“it’s fine, it’s coming in around 20 minutes. let’s go, then?”

he gives you a sheepish grin, and somehow it’s the most reassuring thing you’ve seen all day.

the two of you make your way through a maze of staircases and walkways to get to the helpdesk, which the young man explains is on the far side of the station. all the while he sticks close to you, arms nearly brushing as you walk side by side, and it makes you feel anchored in an unfamiliar place.

“i’m sure your friend must be worried about you,” he says.

“yeah, and i can’t even text them to tell them where i am.”

“we gotta make sure you get back then. don’t worry, the helpdesk staff are super nice. they’ve always helped me out here, so they’ll surely be able to help you too.”

he smiles and nods at you as he says it, and it makes you believe him. he’s kinda cute, too.

the young man is in the middle of telling you about how he’s visiting his family when you spot the HELP DESK sign in front of a modest booth. you nearly sprint to it, but your companion manages to keep up and get there first.

“excuse me, could you help my friend here? they’re supposed to get to...”

you lend your phone to him as he explains your route to the middle-aged woman behind the help desk. she lets out a laugh as she hears him out 一 it turns out that there are two stations close to each other with similar names, and your friend gave you the wrong station name. “don’t worry, it’s a common mistake,” she says. “you’re not the first person i’ve seen make it. here, i can trace your route for you...”

a few moments later you hold a paper map with a post-it explaining which lines and stations you’re supposed to take. you relax visibly as you scan the instructions, and a new wave of energy fills you to get to where you need to go.

you look up at the young man and he seems even more excited than you. he’s grinning from ear to ear and bouncing slightly on his feet. “we did it!”

“thank you so much,” you say with a bow. “couldn’t have done it without you.”

“don’t get lost again, okay?” he says with a laugh. “or else i’ll have to come pick you up or something.”

“i’ll be fine, don’t worry. what, do you want me to text you when i get there?”

you’re joking but you freeze. what on earth were you even saying?

the young man goes from excited to sheepish, though he hasn’t stopped smiling. “i mean, yeah, that’s a good idea.”

“yeah...”

you find yourself exchanging phones with him, and when you get yours back, you glance at the new contact. beomgyu. there’s a little teddy bear emoji next to his name.

“text me when you get to your friend’s place, okay?”

beomgyu’s gaze softens, and you feel yourself growing warm.

“okay.”

4. taehyun 태현

you shouldn’t have checked how much progress you’ve made.

in the middle of your study session you flip through the pages of your chemistry textbook to see how much you have left to read... and you still have three-fourths of the chapter left. after that you have two more chapters to go. you flip through your own notes and realize that, as dense as they already are, they aren’t even halfway done. then you check the time on your phone: it’s been forty-five minutes.

oh, it’s going to be a long stay at this cafe.

you can feel the worries rising in your throat, but you take a sip of coffee to try to wash them down. it doesn’t work, but you don’t have the time to self-soothe right now. you only have so much time before it gets too dark and you have to return to your dorm.

your head is spinning with chemical equations and diagrams when the empty seat across you shifts. the muffled noise is enough to make you look up, and you notice a stranger hovering near the seat. the rest of the cafe is full.

“may i sit here?” he asks.

“sure.”

you pay him no mind as he settles down, and you continue studying.

half an hour and one finished coffee later, and you still aren’t done with that first chapter. your notes started out neat but have since devolved into a half-legible mess of symbols and equations that might as well be ancient runes to you. the last ten minutes were spent scrolling on your phone because you would rather distract yourself at this point. groaning, you throw down your pen and rub your face into your hands.

i’m not understanding anything.

the soft thwack of your pen against your textbook catches the attention of your table-mate, who has finished his pastry and is sipping his drink while typing some notes on his phone. you glance up at him and see the name scrawled on his coffee cup: taehyun.

he glances at your pen, then at your textbook, then up at you. “is this for a chemistry class?”

you nod.

taehyun examines the textbook again, then your notes. “oh, i took the same class last semester. do you want help?”

you want to yell oh my god, you’re a fucking lifesaver, but instead you say, “yes, please!”

you allow taehyun to flip through your textbook, even your messy notes. his eyes widen as he takes in every detail, and when he looks up at you he gives you a tiny smile. there’s a little sparkle in his eyes that washes down just a bit of your worries.

“this is pretty good progress you’ve made. you got the fundamental parts right.”

“oh, i… did?”

and here you thought your mind was just flailing around.

“yeah. you’re doing great.”

“but i’m slow.”

“it’s better to be slow and understand everything well than to be fast but not absorb anything,” he says. “do you have an exam coming up soon?”

“uh-huh… tomorrow. and i’ve got two more chapters after this.”

“oh.” taehyun blinks and goes quiet for a few moments, pondering what to do. at last, he picks up your pen. “you could probably go faster with some help, then.”

a wide smile spreads across your face.

taehyun guides you through each lesson, pausing once in a while to check if you can follow him. you resume taking notes and they’ve gotten neater again, and all the strange symbols and diagrams and equations start to make sense. the panic in you starts to fade away little by little, and the fog in your mind from all your worrying starts to clear. with that gone, you find yourself understanding each lesson much more quickly.

“you’re good at this,” you say as taehyun finishes drawing an example chemical structure on a napkin.

“i am?” he lets out a small chuckle and you blush a little. he’s sweet. “well, i did enjoy my chemistry classes last time. but it only really counts if you got to learn something.”

“i did, i honestly did,” you say, eyes scanning your notes.

taehyun follows your line of sight and once again you see the sparkle in his eyes. “that’s good, then. and i can tell from your notes too, you already figured a lot of it out. you’ll do fine in your exam.”

“you think so?”

“yeah, really.”

“well...” he’s right, you admit. you exhale slowly and allow your shoulders to slump a little bit. “thanks.”

in the end you manage to finish just two out of three chapters before it gets dark outside, but taehyun makes a cheat sheet to help you. you watch him as he scrawls his notes on a loose sheet of paper 一 oh, he’s a lefty! you note 一 then tucks it in between the pages of your textbook. as he slides the textbook over to you, he gives you one more look with wide eyes.

“good luck tomorrow. you can do it!”

“thanks! and, uh 一 thank you. i couldn’t have done it without you.”

taehyun lets out a little chuckle. it sounds tiny, but to your ears it could fill the whole cafe. “you should let me know how it goes. i’ll be here tomorrow too, same time.”

“oh...”

there it is again, the twinkle in his eyes. you feel yourself grow warm at his words as you look at him. you still have your exam to get through, but now you have something to look forward to tomorrow.

“sure, i’ll be here,” you say. “see you.”

5. huening kai 휴닝카이

perhaps a little ice cream will put you out of your misery.

the line for the ice cream truck in the park is long, as expected on such a hot day. one part of you understands this rationally, but another part of you is antsy, an inner five-year-old grumbling and stomping their feet on the verge of a temper tantrum. sure, everyone in this line is sweating under the sun as much as you are, but your patience is wearing thin and you just want that ice cream now.

you would have been more patient if you’re getting that ice cream with your friends as originally planned, but your plans fell apart at the last minute. one by one, they texted you their reasons why they couldn’t make it: they have to work overtime at their job, their boyfriend suddenly showed up for a surprise date, their cat got hurt and had to be taken to the vet... by the time you read the last ones, you were already waiting at the park, your carefully planned outfit wasted and slowly being stained with sweat.

if it happened to someone other than you, you would have laughed at the unfortunate string of coincidences. but instead the sheer bad luck taunts you, and now all you can do is take out your handkerchief and wipe the sweat off your forehead with a sigh.

you don’t know how long it takes 一 perhaps a few minutes, perhaps an hour 一 but you finally make it to the front of the ice cream truck. you bounce on your heels as you turn to face the ice cream man, ready for a little bit of ice-cold, sweet comfort on an otherwise terrible day...

“sorry, we just sold out.”

“WHAT?!”

the ice cream man flinches. you didn’t mean to scream so loud, but the frustration building in up in you is just too much to hold back. the people in line behind you start to disperse, a few of them stopping to stare at you. you apologize for your outburst but slink away in defeat, head bowed from resignation and sheer tiredness.

just then you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“uh... y-you can have mine...”

you turn around and see a young man with tousled black hair holding out a popsicle still in its packaging. he smiles sheepishly as he hands it to you. “sorry, i got the last one...”

with one look at him, whatever irritation and frustration you feel melts away. you can see the sweat around his forehead and the slump in his shoulders, then your eyes fall to the gym bag hanging by his side. he must have been exerting himself under the sun, you think, and there’s no way you can take an ice cream from someone like that.

“no, i’m 一 i’m sorry for shouting like that. you can have it.”

“no, it’s okay, i promise!”

“really, you don’t have to give it to me.” you start to walk away, hoping to deter him, but he only follows. “keep it, it’s gonna melt if you don’t eat it soon.”

“take it! please?” he steps to your side and you notice how much he towers over you. his face betrays his height, however 一 he glances at you with big, pleading eyes, and your resolve softens.

“okay, okay.” you take the popsicle from him and unwrap it.

the two of you sit down on a park bench. you taste a little bit of the popsicle, now soft from the heat, and the fruity flavor instantly gives you a little burst of energy. you smile as you dig in to the rest of it, trying to savor it before it melts.

you pause for a moment to look at the young man who handed you the popsicle. he looks content as he gazes out at the park scenery, without a hint of bitterness that you took his ice cream from him. he turns to you with a smile, and you can’t help the little flutter in your heart when he does.

“that looks so good,” he says.

“it is! uh, sorry i took it from you.”

“nah, it’s okay. they ran out of my favorite flavor anyway so i’m not too sad.”

“oh.” you finish the popsicle and place the wooden stick inside the packaging. “it would’ve been nice if we both had one, though. it’s really hot today.”

“yeah, dance practice was extra brutal today under the sun...”

“dance practice? oh my god, that sounds exhausting.”

“yeah, everything hurt so much! but i finally figured out our new choreo, so it’s okay.” he glances over at you and opens his mouth to speak again, only for him to look confused and turn away. oh, he’s a shy one.

you decide to fill in the silence. “do you want to hear something funny?”

“sure!”

you tell the stranger about the slow thwarting of your plans for the day: the sudden overtime, the surprise date, the cat at the vet. your companion’s eyes widen with each new detail. when you finish he starts out a high-pitched laugh, and the sound makes you laugh too.

then he realizes he’s laughing at you and he stops. “oh一! oh, i... that’s so unlucky... and the ice cream running out too... i’m so sorry.”

you shrug. “today’s just not my day.”

“i’m glad i gave you that ice cream, then. you needed it.”

“yeah... thanks.” you glance down to fiddle with the edges of the popsicle wrapper, and you feel your lips curl upward in a smile . just then an idea enters your head, and you look up to meet your companion’s eyes.

“do you want to meet up here again next week? maybe we can get an ice cream for the both of us next time. my treat.” you tilt your head at him. “i’m y/n, by the way.”

slowly a wide smile forms on your own companion’s face, and his eyes start to twinkle with giddiness. “y/n... ah, i’m kai. and i have outdoor dance practice here every week, so i’ll see you after?”

“that would be nice, kai.”

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lunarw0rks · 7 months

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Hi!!! I just wanna start by saying I love your writing so much. I always look forward to seeing what you share next!

Can I request a little something about reader who grew up never really having their birthday celebrated/they always downplay it. Then here comes Soap who loves nothing more than to celebrate his loves ones and reader is touched and basically almost sobs at how he genuinely enjoys making their day special🥺

This is totally not a self-indulgent ask whatsoever. If you can get to this, that'd be sweet but if not that's ok too! Have a great day💗

warning(s); sfw, fluff, hurt/comfort, pining? but still platonic by the end, military!reader, gn!reader, no use of y/n word count: 1.6k // not proofread

TRADITIONS | SOAP MACTAVISH

birthday celebrations were never on your radar, and especially not after choosing such a rugged career.

there often wasn't time for streamers and light conversation; it was anything but those things. throughout your childhood, there weren't momentous parties or cheery wishes thrown your way. it was... not much of a celebration at all.

after you grew out of your innocence, the sting of it disappeared over time. or you learned to ignore it. either way, you never expected parties, gifts, or anything alike.

it was better this way; you'd repeat to yourself.

yet, when passing a park and seeing a child's entire kin gathered to celebrate the milestone—you have that same cramp in your chest as if you hadn't aged at all.

today was akin to any other; exhausting. long hours of PT and drills, paired with new material to study, courtesy of Price. the busier the better, though, because it was less chance of your captain mentioning the big day, even in passing.

thankfully, he hadn't, nor did the rest of them.

it was the peaceful hours before official lights out, when every soldier retreated to their quarters and occupied themselves with something, or simply slept early. you sat down on the thin cot with a beat sigh, unzipping your tight boots and setting them aside—procrastinating shining them by morning.

through all the uncertainty, there's one thing you're sure of—a steamy shower. the hot beads of water cleanse you of the dirt and grime of today and its meaning.

you figure that once you get into bed and tomorrow rolls around, it'll be another birthday stifled and forgotten.

one moment, you're sitting on the edge and applying lotion to your dry and cracked hands, and next, you're startled by a knock at the door. you gazed at the digital clock on your nightstand;

10:38 PM

at this hour, what could it possibly be? with this task force, you'd been conditioned to expect anything, at any time—and that did not inspire confidence at the moment.

"it's open," you replied reluctantly, not wanting to get the doorknob greasy with lotion remnants. with a few struggling grunts, the door finally opened and closed.

his hairstyle, as recognizable as ever. "there ya are." he said with enthusiasm, in the likeness of an over-excited detective that solved a tough case.

"c'mere for a minute," he curled his fingers. despite his cheeky smile, you indulge his request. slipping off the edge, you approach him and supply only a perplexed look.

you were quickly running out of guesses, "Mactavish, what is—"

an explosion; tiny fragments falling like ash all around your body. some landed in your hair, others on your shoulders, and most on the leaden cement floor of the barracks.

you opened your eyes after they squinted from the startle. you grabbed the dainty rain, looking down and seeing rainbow confetti pieces. soap's palm was open, and he was actively chuckling at your shocked expression.

"hello, you in there? happy birthday?" he says, as a question, because you haven't had much of a reaction. to him, it probably looked like you hated the surprise.

a rush of emotions pumped through you; disbelief, gloom, and overbearing all—consolation.

warmth spread over your chest and cheeks, and you're suddenly overcome with all the feelings at once. you fumbled through a sentence, "oh, you didn't have to— really, Soap, it's... wait, how did you do the...?"

"—the confetti?" soap sneers, as if he'd been waiting for you to mention his party trick. "trick o' the palm, i can't tell ye more; it's classified."

for a few moments, you stare at one another. his beam is genuine, but yours is unsure and borderline awkward. when you're literally smacked in the face with surprise, everything feels unrefined and alien. especially birthdays.

"don't be daft, had to help you celebrate. besides, you didn't say anythin' today." lightly, he smacked your shoulder, knocking the silence from your throat.

"I just don't see the point, I guess," you reply, and soften your expression to make it known that you still appreciate the kind gesture. following, you shook off some of the confetti from your shoulders as if ridding your body of the festivities.

soap furrows his brows with genuine confusion, "in what? confetti or my presence?"

"in birthdays." you assert, a stark contrast to his playful nature. "never really celebrated one before."

his shock was authentic and obvious, pulled together with slightly agape lips, "you can't be serious— never?" you nodded, sticking to your story, because it wasn't a story at all. it was your truth. "don't you want gifts? all the attention? what about the cake?"

"it's not from a lack of trying, MacTavish. you can't exactly... want something you've never had." you scoff, looking the eager sergeant up and down.

he does the same, and his heart sinks when he senses no lies. you really aren't lying, and you really are this indifferent about your own birthday.

to him, it's completely unheard of. birthdays were some of his core memories, his own and his family back home. how could you have been deprived of that for so long, and be so... collected?

"doesn't matter where you came from, or why; you deserve a celebration."

his merriment wasn't posed as a question anymore, and you didn't want it to be either. part of you—so deep down you hadn't felt it right away—wanted to be celebrated on your special day.

all of it caught up with you at once, and without any strength to conceal it, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. a glimpse of your damaged and long-deprived inner child, presented through a grown soldier's body.

he brought you closer, a supportive hand on the nape of your neck as you clung to him tightly. "thank you." you muttered, chin resting on his shoulder.

"aye, but it's nothing." soap pulled you back, forcing you to stare at him head on. a thumb reached up and wiped the salty tears, then smoothed over your cheek. "y'know what, I know what we've got t' do." he breathes, voice dropping to a whisper, as if concealing his idea from the world.

your face scrunched in confusion. "we?"

as if ignoring your question, he kept rambling, "you have holiday coming up. request time off, and i'll take you all the way home with me."

"all the way home?" you queried, unsure of what kind of holiday to be picture. with him, it could be anything under the blazing sun.

he slowed down his speech and affirmed, "all the way home." it dawned on you what he meant, but nothing sour arose from that idea.

"Nana, she'll put on one hell of a party for you, trust me." finally, his rambles had calmed, awaiting your reaction. it was near impossible to refuse his puppyish demeanor, the one he shifted into when he wanted something the most.

"cake?" you questioned, surprising him with almost no argument. the nonchalance had to look uncanny, considering your cheeks were still stained with streams.

he grinned with satisfaction. "aye, 'course there's cake. can't forget the streamers, and best of all—the MacTavish rugrats, and brood, in one place."

well, now that sounded more like a nightmare; your mind filled with the image of a hundred little mohawks reaping havoc on your birthday party. but in the middle of the chaos would be you and soap; the only mildly convincing part of this scheme.

"i can't expect your whole family to gather and plan a party for someone they've never met. let alone m—"

"well, actually, that's the kicker," he interjected, unveiling a new layer to his little birthday scheme. one he could've been planning for god knows how long. "Nan is having a get-together around that time, it won't be a fuss f' her."

you would be nearly stunned if it weren't for a few pressing questions. what he'd said early hit you like a ton of bricks, and now it was full-on suspicion. "wait a minute, johnny. how did you know i had holiday time?"

it all seemed too much of a coincidence. and that's because, it wasn't.

for a man trained to endure the worst kinds of torture, he cracked under the pressure almost instantly.

"may have... done some digging in Cap's office. that's how i figured out your birthday." he figured it better to rip off the bandaid preemptively than have deflected now and have you throwing him out the airplane window.

you gasped slightly, "christ, is privacy illegal in this place? actually, that probably is illegal, MacTavish, i could have you—"

"—are ye goin' with me or not?" soap interrupted.

it wasn't like you said no. just like it wasn't the first time he'd mentioned you to his family. but that was a skeleton to uncover on another day, and hopefully not during the plane ride.

you outstretched a hand, "if you're paying? a deal is a deal."

"see? wasn't so hard. besides, i know i'm hard to deny." he ran an arrogant hand through his hair, instead of shaking your hand proper.

instead of complaining, you knew just how to press his buttons. "come to think of it, johnny." you tilted your head, reading to have the last laugh.

"you have any embarrassing juvenile stories? or better yet, does Nana have any baby pictures i might like to see?" you continued, watching his haughtiness fizzle instantly.

he took a few steps back, cheeks rosy, "you know what— in two hours that birthday of yours will be over, and you know what happens then? first dibs on my knuckles, soldier."

that tells you the answer was yes.

on second thought, this was going to be a very fun excursion.

˗ˏˋ divider cred. - cafekitsune ˎˊ˗

#john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x you #soap x reader #soap x y/n #soap x gn!reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap mw2 #soap mwii #mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #mw2 fanfic

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garfield-mug · 7 months

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Could I maybe request some cozy comfort with Jake? A rainy day spent inside with him or something like that, whatever you’re up to, thanks in advance!

A/N: i passed my chem exam so here's a treat! idk how i feel about it, but i don't hate it. would've gotten to this sooner but had halloween plans this weekend, which were very fun. hope you like it! also, i'm getting back into using desk top and it's.... different lmao. also not proof read too hard, so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors. also, requests are still open!

synopsis: in which you want to remember all that you can during your time with jake.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none, just hurt/comfort and fluff, no use of Y/N

It didn't rain often in San Diego, but when it did, it poured. As was the case today, plans for spending the day at the beach long forgotten. Jake was home, which seemed to be a rare occurrence with his long shifts on base mixed with the occasional deployment. A day off for Jake was not to be taken lightly, or for granted, and you didn't intend to. So here you both sat, in your home, sharing a blanket as you watched a movie. You'd tucked yourself into his side, legs over his lap, as he rubbed gentle circles over your back. You'd felt your eyes growing heavier and heavier with each pass of his hand. You take a deep breath and nuzzle your face into his chest.

"You keep doing that and I'm gonna fall asleep."

Jake stops his ministrations, smiling softly. "Close your eyes if you're tired, honey. Not much else to do today."

You love Jake, you really do. You love most everything about him. You especially love spending time with him because time seems to be the thing you can never find enough of. You know him well enough to know that he feels the same way. You're comfortable with him in a way you aren't with anyone else, which is why you don't really know why the feeling of shy embarrassment starts to creep up your throat and crawl through your insides. It's why you can't bring yourself to look at him when you say, "Wanna spend time with you. Can't do that if I'm sleeping, lovey."

Jake exhales, pushing a small laugh through his nose and places a kiss to the crown of your head. "Baby, we have all day to spend together. You can sleep for a few hours. I'll still be here when you wake up."

You sit up straighter so you can see his face, still finding it difficult to look him in the eye. Jake's expression changes to something more serious as he takes in your change in mood. He brings a hand up to your cheek and you lean into his touch. "Honey, what's wrong?"

It takes a second for you to gather your thoughts so you can actually for coherent sentences. Even when talking with Jake, undoubtedly the love of your life, being vulnerable was difficult. You knew he would listen, and god was he a good listener. You knew he wouldn't ever make fun of you or throw it back in your face. Still, that persistent little speck of doubt took root in the back of your mind, always imagining the worst-case scenario. You take a deep breath.

"I just... I want to remember the time I spend with you because I feel like we never get enough. And I don't want you to think that I think I'm not a priority for you or that you don't try to make time for me because I don't. I don't think that. I know you try so, so hard. It's just that we both have different schedules and sometimes you're shipped off for months at a time and I know you can't control that. It's not your fault, but it just really fucking sucks when you're not here, so I want to get as much of you as I can."

Your cheeks are warm, your neck is warm. You can kind of hear the blood rushing past your eardrums and you know you're sweating. Your hands would be shaking if you hadn't pressed them together. You kind of wished you could run and hide, but you knew that wouldn't make anything better. Jake is looking at you, bright green eyes boring into yours. His gaze is intense, it always is, but especially in these instances where you have his full, unwavering attention. Jake feels his heart squeeze in his chest, almost in disbelief at what he just heard.

He knows being vulnerable is difficult for you. It's difficult for him, too. He walked around with walls up, constantly on guard and keeping those he knew (except for a few) at arm's length. Until he met you. You, who came crashing into his life with your shining eyes and radiant smile. You, who managed to tear down his walls piece by piece, brick by brick, until there was nothing left standing between you and his heart.

Jake sighs, "Baby, look at me." He brings a hand under your chin to get you to look up at him. "I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. I love spending time with you, too. It doesn't matter what we do or where we go, just that I'm with you. If you're sleeping, so what? It just means I get to hold you. I get to make sure you're comfortable and warm and safe. I get to rub your back and kiss your head and I get to see your face."

Jake has both hands on your cheeks, now, rubbing his thumbs gently over the soft skin under your eyes.

"You look so peaceful when you sleep." It comes out as an almost-whisper. "You may not remember, but I do. I see your face and I know I'm home, I'm safe. I may not be here as much as either of us want, and we may have schedules that don't always line up, but, Baby... any time I get to spend with you is time I wouldn't want to spend any other way. Snoozing on a rainy day or not. I got you in my arms and that's all I need, Babydoll."

Jake's cheeks are warm, his neck is warm. He can kind of hear the blood rushing past his eardrums and he knows he's sweating. His hands would definitely be shaking if he wasn't holding your face right now. He kind of wanted to run and hide, but he knew that wouldn't make anything better. You are looking at him, big bright eyes boring into his. You feel your heart clench in your chest at his words. No one has ever made you feel so loved. You're misty-eyed, smiling up at him like he's just hung the moon and stars. You bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, pulling him in. Softly, you press your lips to his. The kiss is soft and sweet.

"I love you, Jake Seresin." You rest your forehead against his. He pulls you in for another kiss, this time deeper than before, leaving you both a bit breathless. He settles back into the sofa and you follow his lead, lying on his chest. He begins to rub gentle circles over your back.

"Go to sleep, darlin'. I'll be here when you wake up." Jake places a kiss to the crown of your head as you doze off for a cozy afternoon nap.

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heartsforhavik · 5 months

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shark week (raiden/zeffeero x reader)

pairings: raiden x reader, rain/zeffeero x reader (separate)

warnings: mentions of blood bc reader is afab and on their period (gender neutral pronouns tho) and mentions of vomit bc period cramps SUCK :(

a/n: hey so um ik i said i was ONLY gonna write havik, but i really wanna write something fluffy and cute soooo here’s some raiden x reader and rain x reader. i probably won’t do these often, since my goal of this account is to write havik and give my boy more rep. so my account may be 30% mk1 men and 70% havik from now on.

“i’m home, my love!” raiden called out, walking into the home you shared with him. however, it was quiet. too quiet.

“…where are you, my love?” raiden nervously called out, searching around for you. usually you’d greet him as soon as he came home, and would offer to spend time with him. a pit formed at the bottom of his stomach in fear. did you possibly get hurt, or worse, killed?

“i’m in here.” you croaked, on the bathroom floor.

raiden let out a sigh of relief at the sound of your voice, then immediately ran to your side.

“beloved? what’s wrong? are you ill?” he asked. he noticed your hair slightly disheveled, and you were clutching your stomach.

“no, i’m feeling great.” you replied, sarcastically. “i don’t think i’ve been in this much pain before. i’m on my period.”

“oh… i see.” raiden sighed. “i wish you didn’t have to feel this way. is there any way i can help you feel better?”

“thanks, but your support is enough for me. i don’t think there’s anything to do about my cramps.” you gave him a small smile, trying to ignore the pain.

“no, there must be something i can do.” raiden mumbled. “stay here, i’ll be right back.”

you looked up at him in confusion, as he gave you a quick kiss and left.

he returned a few minutes later, with a couple bags in his arms full of treats and pads.

“would this be enough to ease the pain? or at least distract you? i can always go back to the store and buy some more-“

“no, no, this is enough. i really appreciate it, thank you so much raiden.” you interrupted, engulfing him in a hug.

“it’s the least i can do. you’re in a lot of pain right now, i want to help you feel better.” he explained.

he picked you up from the floor, and led you to a couch in front of the television.

“let’s watch some movies. maybe johnny’s got a funny film to keep your mind off of the pain.” raiden said, as he tucked you in the couch and made sure you were comfortable with a blanket and snacks.

you sighed. “i don’t deserve you, raiden.”

“i should be saying that to you.” he replied, starting the movie and pulling you in for a kiss.

rain sighed as he walked inside your house, looking for an escape from his shitty day. you usually helped distract him from his bad days, and he was always relieved to come home to you. but this time, he didn’t see you at first.

“i have returned, my dear.” he called out. but he got no answer.

he didn’t jump to conclusions, and thought you were most likely asleep, since it was quite late. you usually stayed up just to greet him, but rain assumed you decided to go to sleep that night.

rain took off his shoes and got into more comfortable clothes, prepared to join you in bed and go to sleep. until he noticed you weren’t in bed. the only thing he saw was a small stain of blood.

did something happen to you? were you injured and taken away? did he finally receive karma for his wrongdoings, and you were punished for it? no, it couldn’t be. he must check the house. you had to be somewhere.

“darling? are you in here?” rain called out, trying to hide the slight nervousness in his voice. he is no stranger to loss, but he could not accept the loss of his beloved.

“i’m here, zeffeero. don’t worry. i’m sorry i didn’t wait for you today. i just.. feel terrible.” you explained, as he found you curled up next to the toilet.

“i was terrified for a moment. you made me think you were horribly injured.” rain sighed.

“i might as well be, since i’m on my period. my cramps are so bad, i haven’t been able to move from the toilet. i threw up a few minutes ago.” you admitted. rain’s expression softened.

“i see. my apologies for getting mad. so.. did you stain the bedsheets?” he asked.

you didn’t answer, in embarrassment. you just nodded.

“no need to be ashamed. you didn’t mean to. please stay here, i will take care of it.” rain reassured, as he stood up and went to clean the bedsheets.

a few minutes later, he returned and led you back to bed, tucking you in to the newly washed sheets.

“try to go to sleep. perhaps your pain will dull by morning.” he advised, as he turned and went to sleep next to you. you tried to go to sleep as well, but the pain was too strong. you couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard you tried.

after what seemed like an eternity, rain woke up in the middle of the night. he turned and noticed you were still wide awake.

“you haven’t slept, have you?” he whispered.

“i tried.” you whispered back.

rain got up from the bed and left. he returned a few minutes later with a cup of tea he made.

“drink this. it should ease your pain, and help you feel a bit drowsy so you can sleep in peace.” he explained, handing you the tea in bed.

“thank you, zeffeero. you didn’t have to.” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he crawled back into bed.

“well, i’m certainly not going to let you be in pain the whole night, am i?” rain replied, and you both sat in comfortable silence as you drank the tea slowly. you did feel slightly better, and decided to go back to sleep. he wrapped his arms around you and held you until you finally dozed off.

although rain didn’t get the comfort he desired that night, he felt a different type of comfort. by taking care of you.

#rain x reader #zeffeero x reader #zeffeero #rain mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 x reader #raiden x reader #raiden x you #raiden mortal kombat #first time writing raiden and rain #i hope i did well :’)#i appreciate every like and reblog btw #rain is so underrated

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ruiniel · 6 months

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Please ignore the previous ask! Forgot to add the details, sorry about that!

Menstruation kink with Jealous! Possessive!Alucard and a female reader, with a healthy dose of blood drinking if you know what I mean 👀

Welcome and I mentioned on another day that I was feeling emotional, so this turned out a hurt/comfort piece rather... wanted to explore something here. And even with all the Alucard-centered smut written so far, sometimes I find that self-restraint is hotter. 🖤

Scent

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Pairing: Alucard x fem!reader

Rating: M

Count: 2k

Tags & Warnings: Alucard POV, Pining, Anxious possessive Alucard, blood kink, period kink, period pain, cramps, hurt/comfort, fluff, light smut, grinding/non-penetrative stimulation, implied period sex

A single drop splashes the window, followed by another, and another.

He raises his gaze from the manuscript in his lap, lip curling involuntarily as rain pelts the castle walls. Head falling back against the old cushioned armchair, he stares emptily ahead.

A gray, rainy, cold day rusty November brought. The fireplace has gone out. He has no need for warmth—usually tends it only for you, and you are not here.

Where you should be, the darker thought riles; he forces it down. The tendency to own, to curl around his own, is instinctual, but he refuses to give it power.

Still, this feels wrong. As much as Adrian tried, he failed to quench the desperation and fearful thoughts taking hold: thoughts of returning to before, when no other steps, no other heart thrummed within these walls. The connection between you still confuses him, yet frantic with the freshness of a new bond. And the delicate nature of its novelty often creates an impression of fragility, as if it needs to be handled with utmost care. He tries.

But, the fact is, you’d been avoiding him for the past few days. Adrian sensed a change, and could not pinpoint why, but you’d been more reclusive, skipped sharing the meals you usually cooked and ate together, and the night prior you had an actual argument. Now that hadn’t happened since the early days of your struggle to know one another. Such a trifle, over a meaningless, petty thing, and still he feels like a lowly cur, wishing he could undo it all.

You’d retreated, and he’s not seen a wisp of you since. He’d beg you on his knees to forgive him if only you would see and speak to him. The more base part of him misses you like a man does sweet water on an open ocean. So many questions, and they all lead to the same wretched fears: what if you realized you actually don’t care for him as you thought? What if you wanted to leave? What if you’d met someone else in the nearby town, someone whose spirit is less scarred, less of a struggle, less… work?

Adrian snaps the manuscript shut in his lap, leaning forward, sighing into his palms.

He’s better than this. Grinding his teeth here thinking of the worst probable outcome, when he should… If you truly want your solitude, he will respect that—but he needs to hear it from your own mouth.

Attempting to keep a clear mind when wading through the corridors is a chore, and dejection weighing on his steps the closer he is to the door of your chambers. As he reaches to knock, Adrian takes a deep breath. If only to know for certain. That is all.

One, two, three.

There’s no reaction from within, though he knows you’re there. He can hear the blood surging through your veins, ordained by your pumping heart. Not asleep, either, as far as he can tell.

Adrian presses his forehead against the wood, a palm gliding down the carved surface. Such sweet music, luxury to the senses. For moments, he merely listens, then gathers his courage. “It’s me. May we speak?” Time warps achingly slow with the silence. “... please?”

“I’m not well today.” Your voice, beyond the door, slow and drowsy.

The worry that grips him drowns the relief of an answer. Adrian swallows. “How so? Can I help?”

“No.”

“... can I see you?” He tries, waiting and hoping.

Silence again. He frowns, righting himself, preparing for a reluctant retreat.

“Come in.”

He need not be told twice, slowly pushing the heavy door open and closing it behind him.

He’s been here before, or rather you’ve been here together. Near a large window is a bed and on it you lie, your back turned to the door. He notices you’re huddled in heavy blankets, and looking to the opposite corner, sees the fireplace here is out as well, ashy and dark.

He calls your name, which yields no movement from your end. Adrian nears, and whatever words he had die in his throat when he perceives the familiar, sweet scent of blood. Yours. “Are you hurt?” In two leaps he’s rounded the bed, wanting to see your face.

“No.”

You’re staring blankly ahead, and Adrian cannot determine much, but you appear unwell, like someone exhausted after a sleepless night. “Please, tell me, I can… I can sense it,” he kneels by the bed, one hand reaching to feel your temperature—higher than usual, but not concerning. And the scent…

You finally look at him with reddened eyes before closing them and sighing. “Adrian… I’ll be fine. I merely need a few days.”

“A few?...” he finds your hand—cold as ice.

Unwell, apparently weak, the scent of blood and—

Ah.

“Oh, my poor dear,” he murmurs, understanding, remembering.

You groan softly. Adrian says nothing else but rises and heads over to the fireplace. He sets to light a flame, then feeds it, and repeats until heat and a healthy glow emit from that corner of the room, dancing along the green sheets of your bed. No matter he doesn’t feel the chill—with the way you were wrapped and curled, you most likely do. It also provides him with an engaging activity, diverting his attention from the intoxicating aroma of your moon days, a sensation he never anticipated, let alone found thrilling and… enticing?

Why now? You’d been living here for a while, and this never happened. Was it because you’ve shared yourself with him? He doesn’t know nearly enough about his own kind, apparently.

Adrian leaves the room, wracking his memory on the way. He returns holding a tray with hot peppermint tea, a jug of water, and a bowl of harvested forest nuts. When he looks over to your bed, he sees you’d discarded the heavy blankets and are now sprawled there in your dark nightgown, your feet bare. It seems the chamber’s warmed now.

He places the tray on the nightstand by your side as you follow his movements.

“Adrian, you didn’t have to…”

“Shush,” he smiles, “Now, come, this’ll help,” he kneels by the bed, reaches for the teapot and fills a cup even as you drag yourself into a seated position facing him.

You take the warm drink from his hand, sip of the tea, sigh in relief.

“Forgive me? For the other night,” he says, watching the face he loves, glad he’s doing something for you.

You reach and stroke his hair and Adrian watches you, eyes heavy lidded as your scent fills him again, emanating through your hand like a spell. His lips part in a soundless sigh.

“I’m sorry too, I was… not at my best.”

“I understand, I do.” His eyes close as your fingers drift along his temple, his cheek, his jaw. “Do you wish me to leave?”

“Of course not.” You look away. “I’m just... not very good company at the moment, as you can see.”

At that, he nuzzles into your hand, placing his own on your thighs as he rests with his head in your lap. He feels the caress of your fingers, and a deep yearning. He’s always been drawn to you, but now… “Believe me when I say I don’t care, as long as you’re here.” His heart is quickening, and he tries to control his breathing, palms rubbing your sides. Lust languorously weaves into emotions and devotion; thoughts of grasping those naked thighs while ramming into you intrude with vicious clarity, but he stays there, focusing on his breath, on you.

A whimper. “A-Adrian… your claws…”

His eyes snap open, and with conscious effort he retracts the talons he didn’t notice had grown. Adrian raises his head, slowly rises to his feet as you lie back down on the bed.

“Will you hold me?” you ask.

He could die here and now, gutted by the question and the look you’re giving him. He rounds the bed, removes his boots, and crawls over to your side, bringing you close enough that your back is pressed to his chest, his arm secured around your waist. “Are you in pain?”

“Ugh…” you nod, then take his larger hand and bring it to your lower abdomen.

Without thinking, he presses into the softness of your flesh, while curling around your body until you’re flush against him.

“That feels good, you’re warm…”

He runs slow, circular motions around your belly, trying to soothe the cramping ache of your body. “There, there,” a kiss to your ear, “It will pass,” a kiss to your neck.

His hand glides to your thigh, legs tangling with yours. If only he could melt into you—yes, that’s what it feels like. There’s nothing closer to describe it. And what a selfish fool he’d been, thinking of his own fear and misery, while here you were. More kisses, short, more like soft pecks on the skin of your neck, your shoulder.

Your hand glides over his own as he runs it over your abdomen again, your lower body arching into his.

A soft groan escapes him. His chest is heaving when you turn, offering your mouth—soft lips, tasting of peppermint. He kisses them. Eyes fluttering closed, Adrian sucks on your flesh with quiet abandon, wanting you and wanting you and wanting you.

“Mmh—” you sever the kiss, staring at him with half a smile on your face. Your hips are slotted against his, and you surely feel the hardness of him against your softness. “You… enjoy this?” you ask.

For a moment, he feels shamed: he’d failed to control his own body, let himself be swept by need, and you’re hurting, so this is the last you might want. “I… yes,” he admits. “It does things to me. You, like this… but what about you?”

You stare at him, smile, and kiss him again, to his surprise. “I need you close.”

The warmth of the fire blazes in the room, hot enough that he can bare your shoulder and more, not breaking your gaze as he cups a tender breast in his hand. You partly turn towards him when Adrian leans to take the hard nub between his lips, sucking with relish, hand moving down to tenderly massage warmth into your abdomen, hips grinding slowly against yours through the thin night shift. Your soft moans spur him on, and soon your skin glistens from the heat and the added attention he gives your body.

He imagines it’s your hot cunt he’s feeling when he thrusts against your clothed form, become harder and tenser by the moment, until something gradually coils in him and the steady movement, the sweetness of your taste as he licks into your mouth and the scent, god the scent…

It’s not enough, it’s too much, it’s—he moans hotly into your skin, lips pressed to your shoulder when the flare of pleasure bursts within, swaying his vision; holds on to your hip, hugs you closer as he deliriously cums in his trousers.

“... fuck.”

All he’s able to say. He would eat into you and hide into you and this is not the outcome he expected, but then he’s weak and needy, and doesn’t deserve you.

But you’re smiling, lips plush from his kisses. “That much, really?”

A nod, his face buried into your neck. “Everything about you is… divine.”

You fall into silence as Adrian kisses your cheek, then reluctantly disentangles himself from you to leave the chamber. He returns after a short while to feed the fireplace before he joins you again, taking you in his arms. The flames crack and layer a golden sheet over you both.

“You know…”

“Yes?” He’s still drunk on you, high on the primordial state of afterglow and the intimacy of your nearness, the visceral need to keep you safe and protected, especially now.

“I’ve heard of another way to help ease some of the discomfort,” you say and sit up in bed, gazing down at him.

“Oh?”

In your eyes dwells a spark, and suddenly Adrian feels your want, feels it beating in your womb. Slowly you straddle him as he lies prone on the bed, gathering the nightgown around your bare legs, his hands already on your hips.

“I have need of you also, Adrian… if you want to!” you add swiftly.

A long, heavy breath escapes him. “God… yes,” Adrian leads you down to him, kisses you deeply, licking at the softness of your tongue. He’s slow to turn until you’re the one on your back with your legs crossed around his hips. He grins, already hard again from the mere thought of it, resting his forehead against yours. “Let’s… help you… feel better.”

#alucard castlevania x reader #adrian tepes x reader #castlevania x reader #alucard x you #alucard smut #alucard x reader #adrian tepes smut #adrian tepes x you #castlevania smut #alucard castlevania x you #castlevania x you #x reader #castlevania imagine #cw periods #tw periods #period mention #ruiniel:fanfiction

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rayd3nnn · 7 months

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Hello again! I just love the last fic you did for my request and couldnt stop thinking about it so I had a wonderfully angsty idea and thought I should share lol

so today is my birthday 🎊🎉🙌

and it got me thinking about an angsty phantom fic (I love torturing this boy and my self as well 😢) what if the ghouls held birthdays like summoning days or something and phantom previously witnessed everyone throw Aurora a huge party and when his birthday rolls around and nothing happens he thinks they all know it's his birthday but since he's like a replacement he's not worth celebrating he gets all in his head during the day and messes up during practice anf gets yelled at by dew and judged by the othees so he spends his birthday night silently singing happy birthday to himself

(If you wanted to do a longer story or a part to you could have like aether call and ask how phantoms birthday go and everyone's like birthday "What birthday? And they realize that they had forgotten his birthday and yelled and pressured him on his b-day, and they all make it up to him) just another idea I love your writing style! ❤️

GJEICJTJEHXURJWHZE YOUR REQUESTS ARE FEEDING ME. Thank you thank youuu for the request. And I hope your having a very very happy birthday! So here’s my present to you.

Warnings: angst, comfort, forgotten, upsetting thoughts, abandonment issues, abandonment, yelling, pressure, overwhelmed thoughts, slight panic attack. Please let me know if I miss anything!

Below the cut if you will <3

“Happy birthday..”

Aurora’s summoning day was merely a day or two ago, the pack had thrown a huge party for the girl, filled with treats and laughter, happiness and joy. Phantom enjoyed celebrating his friends 2nd birthday, aside from her real one. He wondered what everyone would do for his birthday…which just so happened to be today!

Phantom was very excited, it was his summoning day, and him still being new to topside, and slightly naive and innocent…was kept wondering what his pack would do for him. And how fun and exciting it would be. His tail swayed behind him excitedly as he stretched, getting changed into his given uniform before walking into the bus’s common room, where Rain and Swiss were.

“Goodmorning!!” Phantom chirped happily, “..morning, what’s got you so excited for?” Rain asked confused. Phantom tilted his head confused. “Do you guys know what day it is?” He asks, Swiss shrugs and says “it’s Thursday.” Causing Phantoms ears to droop. “Oh” he mutters, walking away. He walked to Aurora’s room, the two were close given they were summoned merely days apart. He knocked on her door, eagerly waiting her reply. She would know what day it is! She’s got to have something planned for him. He just knows it. Her door unlocks and she peeks out from behind the door tiredly.

“Goodmorning Phantom…uh, did you need something..?” She asks, very confused. Phantom’s poor ears droop even more. “Oh, Uhm..nevermind..” He says, Aurora only nods before giving a small smile and closing her door again. Phantom walks back to his room, slightly upset. Maybe they were gonna throw a surprise party??? Yea. That’s what they’d do.

Band practice came around quickly, for the upcoming ritual they had tonight. He walked off the bus, seeming to be the last and walked into the venue. Searching for where everyone was, quickly finding them by their loudness and foolish behavior, like a bunch of cats. “Ah, Phantom it’s about time you showed up, yes?” Copia asked, announcing his arrival so they can start practice and soundcheck. Phantom merely nods before getting into position.

Phantoms thoughts began to spiral, he wondered. They must’ve known it was his birthday, right? The day he was summoned, everyone knows when the packmates are summoned, their all there to witness it. So how come they aren’t celebrating or wishing him a happy birthday..? Was it just because he’s a replacement? But, Aurora’s one too…so why did they celebrate hers but not his..? Was he not good enough? Did they just not care? Tears began to well in his eyes underneath of his mask, but he quickly shook off his tears, making a few mistake in the process causing the song to stop.

“For fucks sake Phantom get it together! What the hell is wrong with you? You were perfectly fine yesterday and now you can’t find the right chords??” Dewdrop yells, and the others simply look at him with disappointed faces from beneath their masks.

“I-I’m sorry I— I didn’t mean to-” phantom tries to say, “fucking save it and fix your shit.” Dew snaps. Causing phantom to quietly whimper. Did they really just…not care about him at all??..he sighed. Fixing his grip on the guitar and getting through the rest of practice.

The day went on like normal, no celebrations, no happy birthdays..nothing. Although Papa had called him over, pat him on the shoulder and said “it is your birthday, yes? Cheer up and have a happy day.” Which made phantom feel just slightly better about the day.

He still had hope that the pack would do something for his birthday, anything at all it didn’t have to be big. The Ritual had come, and it went on well, although Phantom was lacking his usual energetic kitten energy, seeming tired and just not his usual self, earning glares from the other ghouls. It hurt, they really didn’t care about him, not a single bit. He thought they did, they were so nice to him. What did he do wrong to make them all hate him so suddenly…? Judge him and yell at him, and not celebrate his birthday..?

Soon enough nightfall came, Phantom ignored any after ritual games or chatter and went straight to his room, taking off his uniform and mask and changing into comfier clothes. He was so upset, so abandoned. Why was he here? What was he even here for..? Phantom sighed, looking at the clock. “11:33PM” the exact time he was summoned a year ago. Tears welled up in his eyes as he grabbed a large cookie from his bedside and a stick, using a lighter to light the stick, and place the cookie on the floor.

“Happy birthday..to me…h-…happy birthday…to me…” phantom sings to himself with a cracked voice, trying not to cry. “Happy- birthday..dear phantom…happy- birthday..to me..” phantom cries softly and quietly as he blew the fire off of the stick, and ate the cookie softly through choked silent sobs. His tail curled around his waist. Why did they hate him? What did he do so wrong?? Why were they having fun doing other things and not celebrating his birthday..? He shook his head, he was just a replacement. So what was there to celebrate at all..? Phantom cried himself to sleep, instead of enjoying his birthday like he should’ve.

The next morning, Phantom stayed in his room. The pack members were all gathered in the bus common area talking with Aether on his daily face call. “So, how was the birthday?” He asks suddenly. The pack looked confused. “The birthday?? Aurora’s birthday was fine, she loved it. Why?” Cirrus asks. Aether furrows his brows through the face camera. “No, not Aurora’s. Phantoms. How was phantoms birthday?” Aether asks again, being more specific. “Phantoms…birthday? What do you mean…?” Rain asks confused.

Aether’s face drops through the screen, before yelling. “You forgot his birthday?! You didn’t- you didn’t do anything for him? At all?! His birthday was yesterday!!” He yells through the phone. And the packs faces all pale. “…we yelled at and judged him— on his birthday…? We forgot his birthday…?” Swiss asks, mainly to himself. “Oh Satan, you forgot the poor boys birthday…” Aether sighs. “Listen…you better make it up to him. Because knowing him he’s probably overthinking everything, thinking you all hate him. Make it up to him or your all getting an earful when you get back from tour.” Aether says sternly. Ending the call.

The pack looks at eachother, nodding. Simply coming up with an idea in merely seconds. It was a travel day, so they didn’t have to leave the bus. They had some left over decorations from Aurora’s party. And since the Ghoul’s always get presents for their packmates ahead of time, they already had gifts for phantom. Dew decided he’d be the one to collect phantom from his room after everything was set up. And so the ghoul’s quickly got to work. And within half an hour, a perfect party set up was done.

Dewdrop walked to Phantom’s bunk room, knocking softly on the door. “Hey, Babybat are you in there?” He asked softly. He heard a soft groan in response, not an ‘im just waking up’ groan, but a ‘why are you here..?’ Groan. Dewdrop carefully opened the door and walked into Phantoms bunk, phantom sat there fiddling with the spade of his tail, looking up and making eye contact. “Hm..?” Phantom hummed in question.

“Come here real quick bug, I’ve got something for you.” Dew said Phantom cautiously and limply got up, and followed Dew. “Close your eyes bug” Dewdrop said to him, and Phantom did as he was told. And when Dew told him to open his eyes, his eyes immediately sparkled with hope and happiness.

“Happy birthday Phantom!!!”

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dancingdollie · 7 months

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drunkie talks || jk

For all my girls who feel they are not good enough❤️

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, bestfriend!jjk x bestfriend!reader, they both like eachother but didn't confess(they still don't confess, but yeah), Jungkook calls her baby!(omgg!), a steamy makeout, yeah thats it...

It was happening again. You didn't warn yourself for this just a few moments ago. You knew this was gonna happen when you went out with your family. It was just a small get together on the weekend which u hated 'cause weekends were only days u could rest, but you can't help it cause they are your parents. Your parents have been very strict and calculated since when you were young but being a sensitive girl at heart you couldn't take it eventually. Whenever you see other people with good parents you thought they were lucky but at the same time you would wish for them to continue having that. It was another day were where your academics were pointed out, getting compared to your sibling and it was another terrible day of getting insecurities pointed out. Your parents were always like this but today they were exaggerating. You couldn't take it anymore. But you still were quite and when the dinner finally was done, you couldn't wait to get out that place. Greeting your parents you stepped out and trying hard not to break down.

In this moment you could only think of one person. Your best friend. Jeon jungkook. Jungkook and u have been friends from middle school. At first you both hated each other, but later on you became best friends just because of playing video games together. You both enjoyed each other's company the most. At the end of high school you started developing a huge crush on Jungkook, but you were to afraid to loose your friendship with him. Nobody makes you feel like the way Jungkook. You still remembered how many nights you cried after Jungkook said you that he experienced his first kiss, it was not you. The heavy rain drops falling on you shaked you out of your thoughts. You quickly called a taxi and head off to Jungkook's place.

You have missed him like crazy cause you dint get to see him the whole week cause he had his practice going on and you had your uni completion. The things your parents said you were hurting you so bad. You couldn't wait to see him. Jungkook shares everything to you, so do you. He said that lately he hasn't been in a relationship cause last time he was into it and got cheated on. You wished you could kill that bitch but backed out cause you thought she didn't deserve your time. Jungkook took a lot of time to recover from that, and oh my god how much you you cried because he was hurt.

Soon you reached to Jungkook's place. As you were in the elevator you checked the time and it was almost 11 o' clock. But you didn't care anyway, cause you needed to see him. You were feeling cold cause your clothes are all drenched. Soon the elevator tinged and you rush towards the calling bell of his house. The moment the door opened there was with messy hair and drowsy eyes. His eyes widen as he sees your form, " Y/n, what are you doing here at this hour? Is it raining? Oh my god!!". You soften at his words, he is just talking and it makes you feel a little...good. "Come inside, you dumb head!" He says and you half chuckle to that as you step inside. He runs away to his room to grab a towel and wraps you around it. He then pulls you to his room and gives you an oversized t-shirt of his and says you to wear it. "Do you need pants too? " he asks. You shake your head and say " This is fine ,I don't need pants". You both were comfortable around eachother so you didn't see it as an inconvenience. You stare at him praying you shouldn't tear up but there he is looking into you as if he sees his whole galaxy.

" What happened, baby? Come here" he says streching his arms for you to hug him.

That's it. You lost it. You hugged him for dear life and started weeping in his arms. He just knows you, he can just tell by looking at you. He doesn't say anything and just holds you tighter whenever you let out a loud cry. You just don't care how loud you are at this point cause you know you've had enough. Finally when you started slowing down he cupped your cheeks looking at you and wiping your tears away. He looks at you with so much concern

"Are you feeling a bit better, baby?" you don't tell anything and just snuggle back into him. He just carries you like a little baby into his arms and sits himself on the couch in the living room. "You wanna talk about it?" He asks looking at you who sitting on his lap while you were playing with your fingers.

You just say "I wanna have a drink!". He laughs at your words, oh how much have you missed him the whole week. He gets up with you in his arms and places you on the dinning table to just go get the drinks. He opens one can and gives it to you. You patiently wait for him to open his so you could drink together. You both sit on the chairs of his dinning table and you feel so much better by just being with him. Your thoughts are cut down by his voice "Cheers, baby!" And you take your first sip. It feels so good but you just don't know if its because of alcohol or Jungkook. Maybe both, you don't know. "Is it your family again? You said you were going to have dinner with them." He asks. And you say "Yeah! It's not the first time but I don't know I feel so down today. Thanks for letting me in ,Kookie" you flash a smile at him. He chuckles "Your golden words come out to me only when you are like this, the other times you would tell that I'm the most useless, annoying shit you've ever met." You both laugh out loud and you start drinking again.

It was over two hours of you both drinking and both are completely drunk. Jungkook Is a little less tipsy cause he is good with alcohol but you, you cannot take more than one glass to stay sane. "And I would have just poked my eyes out" you laugh out. Jungkook finds you really cute at this point. Jungkook has also had a crazy crush on you since forever but just never told it to you cause he was afraid of rejection. He would always feel jealous when you were in other relationships and would feels possesive even if you just spoke to a guy. He was cut off his thoughts by you "hey kookie! Look at me" you cup his cheeks, squishing it. "Tell me, baby" he says. "Why do you have such a cute face but a body literally like a Greek sex God or something? huh?" You ask and he starts laughing so loud. "I don't know" he says still cannot stop laughing. Then the next move of yours startled him. You got up from your place suddenly sitting on his lap, thighs on the either side of his waist and hands cupping his cheeks. "Don't be so handsome. It's hard for me to hold back" you say, lips forming a pout. He looks at you closely "what are you holding back, baby?" He asks. You look at him, yous faces inches apart from each other "Kookie, you just don't know! You can't see it. I'm holding back so hard from letting you kiss the shit Outta me!" You whine while shaking your head trying to get down. Jungkook quickly puts his arm around your waist, his grip is so tight as he pulls you closer to him, your noses almost brushes against him. Your just started at this moment with wide eyes, your hands on his chest to create the distance, your mind all fuzzy because of the alcohol or is it because of him?

" Do you think it's easy for me to hold back after seeing you all drenched and looking at me like that? And do u think I can hold back after seeing you wear my tshirt? Oh baby! If u could look at yourself ryt now..."

He closes his eyes to take a deep breath and you can feel it against your lips creating goosebumps on your skin. How much would you have craved for this exact thing. How much would you have craved for him since forever.

" Kookie I-"

He loosens his grip on you and pushes you down. You were heartbroken for a second.

"Do you hate me now kookie?"

"Not at all baby, it's just that I don't want you to regret all of this in the morning"

" I have never regretted whatever we have done so far. And I never will. But I respect your feelings it okay if you don't wan-"

You were suddenly cut of by his lips on yours. His lips as soft as they looked. And way better than how you imagined. He kisses slow but deep, that makes your mind fuzzy and makes you feel like some gooey shit or something. You could just melt in his arms and not complain about it. He pushes you down on the couch since you moved halfway while you were drinking to watch a movie but ended up bikering. He moves his lips so gently yet so demanding, like as if he has wanted this forever. His hand moves to your hair and the other to your hips. He brings out his tongue to ask permission which you gladly grant. His lips devour your mouth and you slightly moan against his lips, he hums in satisfaction. He doesn't stop and you need oxygen now, even though you did not want this to end but fuck you needed to breath. You try to push his chest but he pins your hand beside your head and slightly detaches his lips from yours.

"Just a little baby" he says against your lips while you pant so hard. He starts kissing your jaw and up to your neck and you let out an audible moan and involuntary arch your back which brushes against his dick. He groans as he is kissing his way to your collarbone. You try to push him again.

"Kookie-"

"Just a little more baby, please"

He kisses you again. Hands squeezing your hips. You were just making out like horny teanagers. When he finally stops and looks at your breathless state.

He breaks the silence "Do you know how much I have dreamt about doing this to you? Huh? Do you know how much I would rage when you were flirting with all the others guys out there? All I could just think of was just pulling you and kissing your brains out in front out them. But you were the one who could never see me is it??"

You just stay there stunned to even open your mouth and speak cause who knew Jungkook was also as the same path as you. He looked so hot now above you, burning holes into your soul by just looking at you.

"I have thought about this all my life, Jungkook. Turns out we are both fools." You giggle as you get up and sit beside him looking at his eyes. The next few moments were just awkward as you looked at him, still cannot believe that you just made out. And oh yes it blows your mind.

You didn't know what to do and just " I should probably return home"

"Baby stop. If you are angry at me, I'll apologize but you are not going out at this hour. Please baby, just stay here. Your being so awkward right now it makes me feel weird"

You cup his cheeks as you smile at home, he just looks at you expecting something for you to tell him.

"I'm so sorry, my kookie boy. But I'm so happy right now that I'm not in my right mind. Maybe I'm just too drunk. It'll be too tough to handle myself if keep looking at me like that. I might just you know..." you hug him and he just holds you tight.

You both don't want to break the hug. So Jungkook says, " Shall we sleep and I'll finish what I started tomorrow or else I'll just bend you over and fuck you right for keeping me waiting for this long"

You were flustered by his answer but just hug him tighter and say, "Even though it sounds sooo tempting I'll just let you do it tomorrow. Can you just hug me to sleep right now, pleaseeee?"

You both break the hug and look at eachother. Jungkook smiles, "Sure baby, come lets sleep and mark my words I have so much planned for you tomorrow morning onwards"

You blush at his words hiding your face in his chest. You both giggle and suddenly he lifts you up in his arms carrying you to his bedroom. You both lay down Jungkook opens his arms for you and you just nuzzle into him thinking about today's events.

"Our head is gonna feel like shit tomorrow, Jungkookie"

"Don't worry baby. I've got you"

He kisses your forehead and you mean to give a small kiss to his lips. He just smiles and kisses the top of your head.

"Thank you for today kookie"

"I've always got you baby, you can just come to me anytime" he says and you place another kiss on his lips.

"Are you tryna change my mind, baby?"

You chuckle and nuzzle back into his chest.

"Good night, baby"

"Good night, kookie"

And within a few moments you drifted into a beautiful slumber.

#jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook scenarios #jjk #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #best friends

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tafeekafee · 1 month

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Hello! I just discovered your page, so excited to see more Ateez sick fics! Could I request a fic where Seonghwa has a really bad fever? And he gets really dizzy, maybe even fainting. Thank you <3

⌛⭐Passion Young Fever

Sickie: Seonghwa

Caretaker: Hongjoong (+ Yunho)

Seonghwa just wanted to sleep. He didn’t think it was such an unreasonable wish. They have had a couple of strenuous weeks and he really had looked forward to a full night of rest.

Sadly, his members didn’t seem to get the memo.

Seonghwa had taken a shower after dinner, put on his pajamas and about twenty minutes ago he finally had made himself comfortable under his bed covers in the room he shared with Hongjoong. That, for some reason, hadn’t been enough of a neon sign apparently.

Already Wooyoung had wandered in, looking for his favorite pajamas of all things. Yes, they were in the wash. No, Seonghwa couldn’t have done that earlier. The suggestion to do his own laundry also wasn’t appreciated. Spoiled.

Just as he had convinced Wooyoung that his other sleep clothes were just as nice and comfy as the missing pair, Yunho came looking for somebody to play a game with him. No, Seonghwa did not want to play LoL or whatever the younger one wanted. No, not even animal crossing. Pouting, Yunho had left. Seonghwa would make it up to him some other time.

Right now: Sleep.

Seonghwa barely resisted the urge to scream when Hongjoong came into the room, loudly talking on his phone.

“Oh, you’re here”, Hongjoong said. Why did he sound so surprised? It was their shared room. Seonghwa was here more often than Hongjoong himself was.

“Yes, I am here and I very much would like to sleep”, Seonghwa hissed through clenched teeth.

“Jeez, who rained on your parade?”, Hongjoong groaned, raising his eyebrows, “no, I’m talking to Hwa, eomma, not you. Yes, I know I live with them - that’s exactly why I am talking to Seonghwa when I am on the phone with you - he also lives here. Yes, I’ll tell him ‘hi’. Eomma says ‘hi’, if you haven’t figured that out yet.”

“Can’t you just talk somewhere else?”, Seonghwa asked, ready to throw hands if Hongjoong didn’t get the memo to leave him alone soon.

“Yeah, fine”, Hongjoong muttered and rolled his eyes, “can’t get peace anywhere here.”

Funny.

At least he left.

At last - silence.

Still, Seonghwa couldn’t sleep. Now, buried under the blankets he was too hot. Everything felt stuffy. But when he kicked the blankets off he started to shiver.

Great.

Today was just not his day, huh.

⌛

About an hour later Hongjoong came back into the room and nice as he was, he didn’t even turn on the lights even though Seonghwa knew he would - like always - stub his toe on the ladder up to his bunk in three, two …

“You can turn on the light, you know”, Seonghwa said, resigned.

Hongjoong jumped, cursing in shock, and ended up stubbing his toe on the desk chair instead, howling in pain. Sometimes Seonghwa was amazed by just how clumsy a person could be. It wasn’t like the chair was new.

“Christ, you scared me”, Hongjoong muttered but after a moment of fumbling he did turn on the lights.

“You can call me Seonghwa”, Seonghwa said, a bit amused, “I don’t feel very much like a messiah. Tired, yes, but holy? No.”

“I hate your humor sometimes”, Hongjoong replied, shaking his head. He leaned against the desk to look down at Seonghwa. “I thought you wanted to sleep like three days ago.”

“I can’t sleep”, the eldest whined, “and do you know what is even worse? I have the line “I can’t sleep” from The Rose’s Insomnia stuck in my head. It’s mocking me.”

“Poor you”, the captain chuckled. Then he turned more serious. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know”, Seonghwa mumbled, suddenly close to tears, “I just feel too warm with the blankets but I’m freezing without them. I’m so tired my thoughts barely make any sense and I can’t get com … what are you doing?”

He interrupted himself as Hongjoong laid a hand on his forehead, moving from his position by the desk to sit on the bed by the elder’s hip.

“Did you know that you are running a fever?”, he asked worriedly.

“I … what? No?”, Seonghwa replied, confused. His head pounded in his skull.

“You’re feeling really warm, Hwa”, Hongjoong explained patiently, stroking back the disgusting, sweaty hair, “you’re pale except for the lovely blush on your cheeks that some noonas might kill for and I’ve never seen you this emotional except when you’re sick.”

Seonghwa had to admit it made sense.

“Great, just great”, he muttered.

“Let me get you some fever reducers and some water”, Hongjoong said, standing up, “no use in suffering.”

Seonghwa nodded but before the captain was able to leave his reach, he grasped his wrist. “Can you get me something for my headache, too?” Seonghwa hated taking medication with a passion but if they got him to sleep? Great!

“Of course.” Hongjoong smiled softly and left.

⌛

Five minutes later he returned, carrying a water bottle, medication bottles and a fever thermometer. When he noticed Seonghwa looking at in dismay, he shrugged. “Better safe than sorry. Besides, we should keep track of it in case it gets worse.”

“Fair enough”, Seonghwa muttered and shoved the device under his tongue.

As it beeped they both peered at the reading in vague interest. 38.1°C. Could have been better. Could have been worse.

“Take the pills and try to sleep”, Hongjoong advised, “maybe you’ll feel better by morning.”

⌛

To both of their surprise, Seonghwa did feel better in the morning. Much better. The medication had knocked him right out and he had still managed a solid eight hours of sleep before Hongjoong’s obnoxious alarm went off.

“37.7°C”, Hongjoong read out the numbers, “that’s nearly half a degree down.” The captain had practically shoved the device in Seonghwa’s mouth the moment he had come down the ladder of the bunk.

“That’s not even a fever anymore”, Seonghwa agreed, “and I feel good. Maybe my body just wanted me to rest.”

“Maybe it did. Take it easy for today, okay? We don’t want that back”, Hongjoong said.

“I will. Just don’t tell the dongsaengs and the managers? I don’t want them to worry”, Seonghwa requested, “maybe it was just a one time thing.”

Hesitantly, Hongjoong nodded. “Alright, just tell me if you feel bad again.”

⌛

Seonghwa must have jinxed himself. There was no other explanation why he was fine the whole morning but the later the hour the worse he felt. No, not bad - just worse than normal. No need to inform Hongjoong.

A six hour dance practice was awful on a normal day. Maybe that was it. Dancing was always hard. After just one hour the mirrors in the practice room were so fogged up by humidity that Wooyoung and Jongho - Seonghwa had no idea where the maknaes got the energy or the ideas from - started painting with their fingers on them during a short break. He blinked. Were they really playing TicTacToe? Unbelievable.

Hongjoong had seen them too and stalked over to them to tell them off. Mingi and Yunho were talking with the choreographer and San was sprawled over an unhappy Yeosang. Well, the older looked unhappy - Seonghwa doubted he actually was. He would have shoved San off if he truly was.

Seonghwa himself had sat down by the couch, trying to rehydrate. He was sweating buckets already, his body feeling more like he had just taken a swim than danced for a rather short time considering he was an idol. Ah, nevermind.

He would be fine.

⌛

Hour four and Seonghwa was doubting it.

Every runthrough was getting harder to manage. His muscles burned. His chest heaved from the effort. He could barely catch his breath. His vision was a bit blurry. He felt light and heavy at the same time.

And to his embarrassment he was making the stupidest mistakes. Already he had tripped over Yunho twice. The other seemed to take it in good humor at least.

“You’re worse than Hongjoong-hyung, today”, he teased as he stopped Seonghwa from falling over him the third time.

“Sorry, Yunho-yah”, Seonghwa apologized, staring down at his feet. Interestingly enough the floor seemed to move a bit so he looked up at the others.

“Aish, Yunho, respect your elders”, Hongjoong admonished in good humor, “not everybody can have your dancer’s grace.”

“Yeah, but nobody else nearly gets himself knocked out every game we play, hyung”, Yunho countered.

“That last one was your fault! You literally hit me”, Hongjoong complained, sulking.

“You walked where my fist was, that’s not my fault.” Yunho shrugged.

That’s when Wooyoung decided he wanted to annoy Hongjoong too. “Yunho-hyung”, he said sweetly, “leave Hongjoong-hyung alone. You should pick on somebody your own size.” He barely managed to finish the sentence before he started to wheeze with laughter. The rest of the team - bar Seonghwa and Hongjoong, obviously - joined in.

Seonghwa groaned. He did not want to referee anything today. Besides, couldn’t they just go on with practice?

His savior came at the right time.

“Maybe we should just go on?”, San, of all people, suggested, nodding a bit in the direction of the choreographer who was watching them with amusement in her eyes.

Seonghwa agreed quickly. He really just wanted to be done with practice today, desperate to go home and shower. He really felt disgusting. Also, he could do without the swirling.

⌛

Hour five and Seonghwa was seriously considering asking to just sit out for the rest of practice. Tiredness clung to his body, making it hard to move. His vision wasn’t really doing him any favors of showing him where he was. He was tired and exhausted and he was starting to feel a bit nauseous. His water bottle had been empty for some time but he never had found the strength to get up and refill it at the fountain.

The few precious breaks were spent on the ground just trying to catch his breath.

“How are you feeling?”, Hongjoong asked, coming over to him and holding out a water bottle, “I can see how tired you are and it’s not like you to make these kinds of mistakes.”

“I’m okay. It’s just exhausting. It’s been an exhausting month.” Seonghwa waved him off.

“And yet you are the only one looking like death warmed over. Be honest with me, Seonghwa. Can you continue? If not, tomorrow is another day. No need to dance with a fever.” Hongjoong’s voice was quiet but it held a warning edge.

“I can do it”, Soenghwa said and pushed himself to his feet. He nearly fell as everything started to swirl but he was able to stay upright. Hongjoong looked at him with an unimpressed expression and handed him the water bottle.

“At least drink something.”

⌛

Hour six and they were done. Hallelujah.

Seonghwa had never been so close to crying at seeing the apartment door. He was finally able to relax in the near future.

“First shower, kawibawibo!”, Wooyoung shouted in Seonghwa’s ear and he nearly fell over in shock. He had not noticed the younger creep up beside him.

“Not tonight, Young-ah”, Hongjoong said quietly, opening the door for all of them, “Seonghwa gets to shower first.”

“What, why?”

Seonghwa gave the captain a hard stare as he turned around. There was no need to tell the kids. But Hongjoong just winked. “Because I say so. Besides, he never gets the first shower because he cooks for us. I’m ordering take-out, so Seonghwa can have the first shower for once.”

“Thanks, Joong-ah”, Seonghwa said, appreciating the captain more than ever.

He quickly got himself ready and stepped under the amazing warmth. It soothed his muscles and he was starting to get really sleepy.

That was when the dizziness really hit.

Seonghwa, especially being a hyung, should have known better. Nothing good came out of taking a hot shower when already dizzy and feverish. Yes, he had no illusions about that - he had been running a temperature all afternoon, he was sure of it. But the hot water felt good until it didn’t.

Quickly he shut the water off and stepped outside to dry himself off. The heat of the shower was misty in the bathroom air. Seonghwa forwent any skincare and hair product routines in favor of just putting on his clothes and fleeing the oppressive heat.

Once outside in the hallway he managed to take a deep breath of colder air. Already he was sweating again and the shower was slowly becoming useless. Even worse, the dizziness didn’t stop. The hallway was swirling in front of his eyes and he felt himself tilt to the side.

⌛

“Hyung?”, a loud voice called and somebody was tapping his cheek. Annoyed, Seonghwa groaned and tried to slap the hand away. Instead whoever it was caught his hand in theirs and held on tight.

Slowly Seonghwa blinked open his eyes to stare into the wide-eyed gaze of Jongho, who looked like he had a halo around his head. Another blink and Seonghwa realized that it was just the overhead lights that made the maknae shine.

“Wha’ happ’n’?”, he slurred, his tongue uncooperative in his mouth.

Jongho moved a bit away and Seonghwa was able to see that he was laying in the middle of the hallway, his members surrounding him. Hongjoong and Yunho were kneeling next to the maknae. Yeosang and Woyooung were cuddled up in San’s arms somewhere by Seonghwa’s feet. Mingi was nowhere to be seen.

“You fainted when you came out of the shower”, Hongjoong explained, his voice a bit shaky, “you are lucky Yeosang managed to catch you.”

“Oh, uh, thank you?”, Seonghwa mumbled and tried to sit up. Yunho pressed his hand to his chest to keep him from getting up.

“No, stay down for a moment, Hwa-hyung”, he said concerned, “you just fainted, we don’t need that again. Let’s wait until Mingi returns with the manager.”

“In the meantime, let’s take your temperature again”, Hongjoong added and suddenly Seonghwa had the familiar but unwelcome metallic taste in his mouth. He mustered up a glare but from the way Yunho cooed he probably didn’t succeed.

“39.5°C”, Hongjoong whispered, his voice sounding a bit wet, “Seonghwa, you absolute idiot! Why didn’t you say anything? You promised you would tell me if you didn’t feel good.” The captain wiped at his eyes, refusing to let the tears he was obviously suppressing fall.

“I didn’t feel that bad then”, Seonghwa mumbled. He hated burdening his best friend with his issues. Hongjoong already had so much on his plate with his captain duties, the dongsaengs and producing. Seonghwa hadn’t wanted to be another strain pulling on him. Besides, he truly hadn’t felt so bad.

“How do you feel now?”, Jongho asked carefully.

For a moment Seonghwa just lazily watched Yunho place a comforting hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder to calm down the agitated leader. Then the question hit him.

His head was hurting badly and everything felt heavy. Even thinking was hard.

“Like I’m stuck in a bog”, Seonghwa settled on. It must have made more sense in his head, seeing the confused faces of his members.

Luckily that was when Mingi arrived with a manager in tow.

“Running a fever of 39.5°C and he passed out after his shower. He isn’t really making much sense”, Hongjoong said before the manager even had the chance to ask.

“I’m good”, Seonghwa groaned, ignoring the huffs from the youngers.

“Hm, I’m sure of that”, the manager placated. Seonghwa pouted. He didn’t want to be treated like a child. At least not like a petulant, whining child. Some cuddles could be acceptable.

“Can I just go to bed and sleep this off?”, he asked impatiently. The manger felt his forehead, then stroked back his hair.

“I think so. I really want to avoid a hospital visit. Let Yunho-yah and Mingi-yah help you to bed and we’ll get you some medication. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight and if you start getting worse I’ll take you. Hongjoong-ah can keep an eye on you.”

“Okay”, Seonghwa agreed. Yunho and Mingi knelt down next to him and wrapped his arms around their shoulders. Then they stood up.

Oh God. Everything was tilting, swirling, moving, falling at the same time. Seonghwa’s knees buckled beneath him and only the quick reflexes of Yunho, who barely managed to grab him in a better hold, had him stay on his feet.

“Down”, the dancer commanded and Seonghwa found himself back on the ground. The manager tapped his cheek again. This time Seonghwa was too focused on not puking everywhere to do anything about the annoying hands. It felt like he was losing his balance even while laying on his back. It was disorienting to say the least so he closed his eyes, clutching the hand holding his own.

⌛

When Seonghwa was able to open his eyes again the hallway was much emptier. Only the manager, Hongjoong and Yunho were kneeling beside him.

“Hey, you with us?”, Hongjoong asked worriedly, biting his lip. It was his hand in Seonghwa’s that had kept him grounded. But Seonghwa knew it was comforting the captain as much as it was comforting him. He gently squeezed it,

“Yeah, I just got dizzy”, Seonghwa mumbled.

“No kidding”, the manager agreed. “Do you think you can sit up? Laying down to standing apparently wasn’t the best idea.”

Seonghwa nodded, pleased that the vertigo wasn’t as bad as it was before. Gently he was lifted to lean against Yunho’s strong chest. Comfy.

“Drink and take the pills”, manager-hyung said, holding out a bottle. “You’re surely dehydrated.”

Hongjoong opened the bottle for him and helped Seonghwa drink as his hand was shaking too badly to hold the bottle himself.

“Where are the kids?”, Seonghwa asked after he had drunk about half. He hadn’t even noticed how thirsty he was. But now that the need was quelled he was starting to get tired.

The manager smiled at him. “We sent them to the living room. They are really worried about you but we figured you might enjoy some privacy.” Seonghwa nodded, thankful. He had felt a bit like an animal trapped in a zoo with everybody staring at him.

“Can you eat a cereal bar?”, Hongjoong asked, holding out an already unwrapped bar. Seonghwa’s favorite. He wasn’t necessarily hungry but he knew it was Hongjoong’s way of helping him. Also, some sugar might do him some good.

He slowly nibbled on the bar, taking the pills between bites with sips of water.

“I want to sleep”, he mumbled, once he was finished. It was so hard to keep his eyes open.

“Of course”, Yunho said and Seonghwa felt himself lifted to his chest. It was a bit nauseating but the prospect of getting to bed overruled every other feeling.

It was as if he had blinked and then he found himself tucked under warm covers. Hongjoong was sitting at his side in a repeat of the day before. Gently he stroked Seonghwa’s hair back.

“You have tomorrow, and the day after, off. Sleep.”

And sleep Seonghwa did.

⌛

If he woke up in the middle of the night to find a Hongjoong-sized teddy bear by his side he didn’t complain.

Complain he did when he wasn’t allowed out of bed the next day, his dongsaengs fussing over him.

But he loved them too much to be very annoyed and he knew their worry also came from love, so he didn’t really mind.

#kpop #kpop sick #kpop sickfic #ateez sickfic #ateez #sickfic #seonghwa #seonghwa sickie #hongjoong caretaker #⌛#request fill #request answer #🧚🏻‍♀️#⭐

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mollybecameanengineer · 1 year

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The Case of the Nip Slip

MSR | Season 6 | 689 Words | tagging: @today-in-fic

Note: For the purposes of this story, The Rain King takes place sometime after Two Fathers / One Son.

Mulder couldn't believe what he was seeing: Scully boob. Right there, peeking out of the v-neck of her camisole.

They had been forced to share a room due to random acts of cow. He hadn’t packed with modesty in mind while sleeping, so he added an undershirt to his boxers come bed time. He thought she was better prepared than him when she came out of the bathroom wearing loose pants with an equally loose camisole. It showed a lot of shoulder, but other than that, it wasn’t risqué. Mulder had thought very little of it.

Until now. In the light of the morning, Scully had rolled towards him, the sheet wrapped around her ribs. Her mouth was slightly open and emitting soft sights. But most importantly, the v-neck of the cami had shifted, completely exposing her right breast.

And what a breast it was.

It wasn’t as if Mulder hadn’t seen them before. He’d seen them three times, in fact, all in the last year.

The first time was in the alien spaceship, as he’d removed her, cold, wet, and naked, from the pod. But at that time he’d been scared and thought she was dead, so it wasn’t as if he really had time to ogle her. He’d been much more concerned about getting clothes on her and making sure she didn’t freeze.

The second time was after she was shot in New York. She was being released from the hospital and trying to get dressed behind the curtain while he waited. The fourth time he heard her mutter ‘fuck’ he asked if she needed help.

There was a pause, then a sigh. “I’m having trouble lifting my arms, so I can’t get my shirt on.”

He asked if she wanted him to get a nurse or if she wanted his help. After a moment, she asked him to come help.

She was sitting on the bed, hospital gown clutched to her chest.

“I couldn’t get the bra on, but I thought that would be ok if I could get the shirt. But then I couldn’t get the shirt either.”

He picked up her bra from where she’d thrown in on the chair next to the bed. “I have more experience getting these off than on, but I’m sure I can figure it out.”

She smiled, and held out her hand. She dropped the gown and he averted his eyes, though not before he got a peek. She had her arms through the straps and was holding the cups against her breasts when she said she was ready. He pulled the straps up the rest of the way, and reached around her to fasten the clasp. He put it on the largest setting, figuring that would be most comfortable.

But he didn’t think much about it. He was helping his friend, who had nearly died. She was vulnerable, and had allowed him to aid her. Her breasts were a part of her, not something to be stared at.

The third time, they’d been in the decontamination showers. He tried not to look, really. But then he turned around and she was staring at him, and he couldn’t help but give as good as he got. Despite the situation being messed up, this was the first time he was somewhat relaxed in the presence of naked Scully. And they were both naked. And she started it.

Now, as they laid together in bed, here they were again. Pale skin with a brownish-pink nipple. (Was there a word for this color? Mauve?) The one he could see, Righty, he unimaginatively named it, looked to be the perfect size for his hand. He wanted to caress it, but he didn’t because he wasn’t a perv. Or maybe he was, as he was still staring at his partner’s exposed breast without her knowledge.

A wave of guilt hit him. He closed his eyes. Scully would be uncomfortable if she woke up to find him gazing at her breast. Even though he was pretty sure she wanted him in the same way he wanted her.

He rolled away, wishing he didn't have to.

#x files fanfic #the x files #just some Monday morning silliness

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crow2222 · 2 days

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I don't know when I've written enough to comfortably start posting the chapters of this fic,

but here's a little snippet of the first chapter under the cut because I just wanna share some of it already

“I’ll be back in the evening, later Ponyboy.”

Sodapop ruffles my hair as he says his goodbyes to me for the evening. I hate how it feels without grease in it, but I haven't had the energy to put it in. That's only if I use Two-bits's tub too, and I don't think I can handle that like Sodapop can.

Soda was grinning at me but his sad eyes were telling me the truth. He’s been working like a dog day and night for the hospital bills. I just wish I could help- if only my limp wasn’t making it so damn annoying to walk.

He walks away from me, going into Two-bit's room; Darry was sleeping there, or at least he's meant to be asleep. If he could get out of bed, I feel like he'd be like those cats scratching at the door that have been left out in the rain, begging to be let in; or in his case, let out. He’s gonna go downright crazy soon from staying in bed, but he has to. Doctor’s orders. He hasn't given himself a proper chance to heal ever since we got out of the hospital. We just about had to tie him down to the bed last night, he kept trying to clean all around Ms Matthews house; it was a bit of a funny sight sure, seeing my big brother on his tippy toes trying to clean the top of a fridge, but his scrunched up, pained face, took all the laughter out of me.

He felt guilty for staying here indefinitely, hell I do too, but I'm taking this gift without a second thought because we sure need it.

But at least Darry got assigned Two-bit’s bed. I had to sleep in Karen’s obnoxiously pink room; being a fourteen year old greaser in a preteen girl’s frilly pink bed was embarrassing, to say the least. I have a feeling there was a slight advantage to our rooms though- aside from the bed sizes, Karen's room didn’t stink like Two-bit’s room, it's no wonder Darry can't fall asleep.

Even if all I did today was walk to the kitchen, make a bologna sandwich and plant my ass on the couch; I sure felt tired.

I settled my head deeper into the dirty couch pillow, it don't smell too good and it was lumpy but it was better than the hospital bed so I hugged it gratefully. My vision goes as I close my eyes, starting to think about why all this had all happened in the first place..

…

I wonder what it’s like in a burning ember..

I stared at my cigarette’s burning, almost glowing end instead of reading the book I had propped wide open in my lap, the words sitting patiently right in front of me. It was some dusty old book I’ve read multiple times- if the bent corners weren't already enough to tell, the scribbles of my thoughts would be. None of that has never stopped me from reading a book before though. If you knew my family, or what side of the town we’re on, you’d know that we don’t have a good flow of money; I just have to make do with what I have.

Unless Darry was in a good mood and let me go out on a trip to the library; I’d pretend the books I’ve had sitting around for years weren't mine, dust never collected on the books in the first place from how often I handle them. Instead, I’d pretend they’re brand new books I’ve bought recently, ignoring the highlights and anecdotes in between the lines I've made myself.

I was smoking peacefully in my room, which wasn’t exactly allowed but the whole gang was away for the day, at least for now. Darry would always send us out when a cigarette was lit, he got that from mom; she’d never let anyone smoke in her lovely home, not even her own husband, said it gave her headaches.

Both of my brothers were working and the rest of the guys were probably out in the town causing trouble like the hoods they are, which was the usual. I can’t lie, I really did hate them a little bit for hanging out without me, but at the same time I know I shouldn’t, seeing how it wasn’t their fault that I got grounded. Well, at least not this time.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #the outsiders fanfiction #urm the first chapter is 3k and im trying to hard to incorporate things from the book #wip

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where-dreamers-go · 9 months

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"Emotions Ignite" Dick Grayson x Reader

(A/N: And we’re back to the 1960s Dick Grayson soulmate au. This is Part 3 after Part 1: Emotions Read and Part 2: Scattered Emotions. We get to see what else is happening in their lives when they want to keep things private. Also what happens when Reader is ready to tell their guardian the news.

Warnings: Angst. Reader has social anxiety. Dick Grayson is the sweetest person ever. Fluff. Use of (Y/N), (Y/L/N), (mx).

Word Count: 6,914 words)

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A night in Gotham City could bring the unexpected. Some unwanted and some thought provoking.

Standing quietly, Dick Grayson’s cheeks grew warm.

On the other side of the door, he knew you were there feeling the same incredibly soft emotion that made him want to embrace you just one more time. Spend another moment in complete peace.

How could visiting you to share good news turn so tender and sweet?

Holy soulmates.

✧ ✧ ✧

A light rain sprinkled over Gotham City and its inhabitants. Pattering of rain struck the window as you sat in the study.

For once, you were home. No events or studying in sight. What a sweet relief.

It only took a whole week.

You had already visited the manor for a homework session and was immediately pulled into an hug by Mrs. Cooper. Most of your time spent there involved being cooed at by Mrs. Cooper and linking pinky fingers with Dick atop of the couch cushion. An extra sense of comfort. Surely it helped with the fluttering and zapping of emotions you had no right name for that zipped between you two.

Each time he had smiled, you tried not to think about the spontaneous kiss you gave him on the cheek. It was a sweet gesture. A ‘thank you’ of sorts. You only wished you had asked first. That or thought before you acted.

Continuing to listen to the rain, you enjoyed your solitude. Some amount of uninterrupted peace.

On the outside at least.

You had been avoiding the inevitable. Your guardian still didn’t know about the soulmate discovery. Hiding what was becoming a major part of your life was going to tire you out. Plus, you never knew if it could get you out of a social outing in the future. It was good to think ahead. Well, sometimes.

You sighed.

I really need to tell them. It’s been over a month. You thought. It might look obvious at some point. Maybe. Who knows.

Some where indoors your guardian went about their day.

There were no physical obstacles preventing you from speaking with them that day. Only yourself.

You took another breath.

Perhaps an amount of motivation was in order.

Tiptoeing your way over to the desk, you sat down and grabbed the telephone.

I’ve never used this so much in my life.

You rung up the Wayne Manor. A number you made sure to memorize.

Alfred answered the phone. Polite as always.

“Hi, Alfred. It’s (Y/N). How are you?”

“Hello, (mx) (Y/N). I am well today. Thank you. And yourself?”

“Honestly…a little nervous because I want to talk to my guardian about you-know-what.”

“Ah, yes.”

“So, I was hoping to hear any amount of encouragement if anyone was willing….because I’m really nervous.”

“Ah. If I may? You mustn’t hold back from sharing such wonderful news when there is nothing to suggest an ill outcome.” Alfred said softly. “No matter what happens, good or otherwise, please know that we are here for you.”

“No matter what happens?” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“We will be here,” he repeated.

“Thank you, Alfred. Seriously.”

“You are most welcome.”

“Now I just have to say it when they’re not busy. Wish me luck?”

“I wish you all the luck in the world, (mx) (Y/N).”

“Thank you. I’ll call once I tell them. Don’t know when, but definitely today.”

“Then I shall await your call.”

“I hope you have a great day, Alfred.”

“And to you as well.”

“Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

You hung up the phone and exhaled.

I can do this.

It was the day to be brave and proud. To share what made you happy. So incredibly joyful each morning when you remembered him. Your friend and soulmate.

If anything, pretend you’re ripping off a bandage. We’re doing this. Maybe we can have him over for a real visit.

✧ ✧ ✧

Later that evening, practically night, Dick Grayson sat alone in the Wayne Manor. A book in hand and his patience high.

He waited for your inevitable call.

Well, he waited as patient as he could manage given his need to know how everything went ever since Alfred told him what you were planning.

It was good then that he and Bruce had been out of the manor most of the afternoon. He wasn’t so sure what to make of your emotions. They were almost tangled together, unreadable. Layered by nerves.

Sitting in Bruce Waynes’s office gave enough quiet. Dick was reading a fiction novel you gave him. Something that kept most of his attention.

He would trust any book recommendations from you from that point on. At least give any a try.

Judging a book by its cover was something he was still working to do less of.

If I would had judged (Y/N) on first glance, I never would have guessed they were so fun to be around. Or so smart and kind! Dick thought as he held the novel over his knee. I wonder what it’ll be like going to an event with them. Like an exhibition opening or something. Hopefully more fun.

Once more, the story caught his attention. His mind creating images of daring landscapes. That was until Alfred’s voice and presence caused him to drop the book and speed out of the room.

Holding the phone to his ear, Dick practically shouted into the mouth piece. He could feel his excitement near yours.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hey, you. Guess what I finally did?”

“You drew a picture of Pluto?” He joked, much too giddy.

“What? No,” you laughed. “I told my guardian that you and I are soulmates.”

“What did they say?”

“It was positive, but quick story first.”

“Okay.”

This’ll be good. They’re relieved.

“So, obviously, I had to wait because they were doing paperwork and bills and an important phone call. Dinner too because what if they choked or something?”

“Right.”

“But I made sure we were both sitting down calmly with no distractions and I told them plain and simple: ‘Dick Grayson and I are soulmates’. And they squealed so loud, that I fell on the floor.”

“You fell?”

“Yeah. To be fair, they startled me. I didn’t expect that.”

He chuckled lightly.

“So I asked, ‘Is that good?’ Just to be sure and they were all: ‘I can’t believe it!’ Their voice was higher as they clapped. Actually clapping and said, ‘It happened!’ Meanwhile, mind you, I was still on the floor and covering my ears. They eventually noticed and continued to say random things.”

“But they’re happy,” Dick added in.

“Yes. Everything’s fine. And I asked them not to tell anyone. Obviously.”

“Good. I’m really happy you were able to tell them.”

“Me too. One less thing in the back of my mind.”

He heard movement on your end and figured you were in the study.

“But how have you been?” You asked, cheerful. “I couldn’t really tell what your emotions were.”

“I’ve been well. Nothing too exciting. Aunt Harriet was helping me practice to play the piano, I had plenty of homework this week, I lifted weights at school, and Aunt Harriet prepared shrimp the other day. It was delicious.”

“You lift weights?”

“I do. The coach is there to spot me.”

“Huh.” You paused for a moment. “Piano isn’t a surprise. But I pictured you as a runner. A climber maybe.”

“You did?”

“You’re always so busy. How else do you get everything done?”

Goodness, did he know you had a point. Dick was always doing something. It was rare for him to do otherwise.

“Do you run?” Dick asked.

“If the occasion calls for me to run. Yes,” you laughed lightly. “Or when the timer on the oven goes off.”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“I have to save the cookies.”

A chuckle rumbled out of him. He could imagine you scrambling around furniture to reach the kitchen. The image was only missing comedic sound effects.

“Burnt cookies are very…hard to miss.”

“Do you bake?” He questioned; interested in learning more about you. Any hobbies.

“If we have the ingredients.”

“True.” He nodded.

What kind of cookies have they made? The cookies must be great!

“Would you like to bake something one day? In the future, with me?”

Your question was unexpected to the youth. Yet it was nowhere near unwanted.

“It would be a learning experience, but I would have fun with you,” he said. “I’d love to.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Uh. I guess…it’s just a first reaction. I like making sure regardless. I’m sorry. I know you wouldn’t lie like that.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

Dick scrunched up his face. He wondered who in the past had lied to you about how they felt or how they wanted to spend time with you. It made him a little crestfallen.

Who would do such a thing to you? To someone?

“I really like spending time with you,” Dick said in earnest.

“Me too—with you—spending time with you is my favorite part of the day. I mean, when we’re together. But the phone counts too.”

The speed of which you spoke sent Dick leaning against the wall. A soft smile on his lips. He could imagine your own smile and your eyes looking anywhere except at him.

“What was your second favorite part of your day?”

“The Pluto cartoon.” You answered without hesitation.

“Pluto? So he was involved with your day.”

“Yeah. He found another wild animal that wants to be his friend. It’s cute and I love the colors they use. It’s my little break from the world.”

“You deserve a break.”

“Thank you. Finally someone who sees that.”

Lowering his voice, Dick muttered, “I would know either way.” He took a breath. “I’ve felt it for years.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t apologize for emotions. Golly, (Y/N), being able to feel your emotions means you’re there.”

And I need that.

Both lines were quiet. Words hung in the air.

The youth was bold enough to formulate his feelings into words. Having you know even an ounce of how much you meant to him was unavoidable. An empowered choice.

Dick Grayson had heard you apologize numerous times for little things. Apologizing for feeling should not be one of them. It was a part of life.

“I apologize for a lot of stupid stuff.” You murmured.

“It’s not stupid,” Dick chided. “You care for a lot of things. That’s good.”

“Yeah.” Your response was timid, but receptive.

“I wish more people were like you.”

No response.

Without visuals to assist, the ward turned his attention inwards.

An emotion radiated from the chest to the very tips of toes, fingers, and everywhere between. Your springing happiness brought another smile to Dick’s face.

A relief and a delight for certain.

“What am I suppose to say to that?”

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”

“Goodness.”

He made note of how you reacted to his openness. A part of him considered doing so more often, if only to sense your happiness.

From your end of the call, Dick could barely make out a voice.

“Okay. Hey, Dick, I gotta go.” You announced disappointedly.

“Alright. I hope you have a good day at school tomorrow.”

“You too. And hey, don’t strain yourself lifting weights.”

“I won’t. Don’t tire yourself out studying.”

“Nah. I think I’ll go to the library and lift books. I’m sure the librarian would love that.”

He shook his head, amazed again by your humor and spin of words.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight and sweet dreams,” you said.

Soft fireworks fizzed in his chest. A wide smile spread across his face as he replied, “Sweet dreams.”

Dick Grayson hung up the phone. The space around him was quiet for the night. The opposite of his mind.

With the smile still present, he sighed audibly. He wished he could talk to you every day.

In person, Dick thought, would be best.

✧ ✧ ✧

Dawn approached and Gotham City prepared for another fruitful day.

After the night’s phone call, you had woken up in an exceptionally good mood. An emotion that was reflected by your soulmate.

You had imagined Dick somewhere in the manor smiling to himself and brushing his hair in just the right style. Not a hair out of place.

With high hopes for the day ahead, you had a bounce in your step. There were no quizzes, tests, nor essays to be minded. A smooth day would be nothing short of appreciated.

Yet not all days go as expected. Something was off. Something that could very well change your day for the worse.

Each hurried step brought you closer to your next class. If only the time would tick faster.

At school, you weren’t oblivious to the change.

People, both students and staff, were looking at you. No short glances.

It made you on alert and your skin crawl.

You could not wait to be home. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to eat lunch.

Just make it through English and find a quiet spot for lunch. One thing at a time. That’s all, you thought. Maybe it’s ink on my face.

Sitting at your desk, you kept to yourself.

The day’s lesson would start soon. However, not soon enough.

“Is it true?” A student asked from the desk to the left of yours.

“What?” You asked and opened a notebook.

“That Bruce Wayne’s ward is your soulmate.”

Someone knew! How could that be?

No words left you. How were you supposed to respond when the room grew increasingly warm?

“Hello?”

“I—…. Where did you hear that?” You questioned, watching them closely.

“My boyfriend’s friend overheard the science teachers talking about you and how you found out the ward is your soulmate.” They grinned and asked further. “How’d you know? Did you bump into him at some gala or something?”

“No…”

Technically, you hadn’t been at a gala nor did you physically run into Dick Grayson.

How could you slip out of the conversation? It was too late to turn back. Another two students were listening in.

“How’d you know it was him?” A student sitting in front of you asked.

“He’s my friend,” you muttered.

“Before or after?”

Your arms tensed. “Why is anyone asking?”

“(Y/N)’s trying to avoid answering,” someone added in.

“It’s fine. Half the school probably knows by now.” They shrugged as the bell rang.

Half the school.

Eyes and attention turned elsewhere. The teacher headed to the front of the classroom.

You wanted to seek shelter underneath a blanket.

A month should be good, you thought.

No one else was supposed to know.

You refrained from conjuring up scenarios in your mind of all the ways you could leave early. It would only add to your distress.

You wanted to cry. Simply hide and run through emotions for as long as you needed.

I wanna go home. You curled in to yourself.

✧ ✧ ✧

Just outside of Gotham City, inside of the Wayne Manor, young Dick Grayson was not having much luck in his day either. Word traveled further than one school.

Dark shoes crossed the cream colored carpet as Dick restarted his pacing.

Dick had returned from school. His mind going a mile a minute. He was sure that steam could be coming out of his ears.

Word had gotten out that Dick Grayson found his soulmate.

While at school, he overheard students gossiping how they were surprised he found his and teased how he probably didn’t even spend time with his soulmate because he was always studying. They spoke of you without even knowing your name. Without a care if their words were true.

It’s not fair, Dick thought. It’s none of their business. I can’t even imagine what (Y/N)’s heard at school.

Dick knew you were having just as bad a day as he was with people spreading the news. Every jolt of fear and crumbling piece of dread, he felt it all through your bond.

If he could had hid you both in the manor’s couch, he would. Surround yourselves with books, cookies, pillows, and good music. Keep you close and safe. Away from prying eyes and unwanted opinions. Only two. A secluded place of peace.

Stopping in the middle of the room, Dick clenched his fists.

“This is exactly whey we didn’t want anyone else knowing. People make up stories about what soulmates do without even thinking.” Dick frowned. “It’s not that rare for someone to find their soulmate, is it?”

From where Bruce Wayne sat on the coffee table, he remained calm and level-headed.

“It’s not normally spoken openly for us to know a direct answer. That is also why having the knowledge of soulmates knowing they found one another spread quickly, such as in your case, is uncommon.”

“Great,” Dick groaned sarcastically.

“People are interested for now. It will not be long before something else catches their attention.”

“And what do we do until then? Wait? It’ll be the only thing we’ll be thinking about.”

“I am sorry you have to face this alone at school. I wish there was something I could do.”

“Gosh, it’s not your fault.”

The youth’s shoulders dropped. His hands clenching and unclenching into fists.

What was there for young Dick Grayson to do?

Deep in thought, Bruce Wayne tapped his finger on his chin.

“Regardless of how people found out; you and (Y/N) should see each other soon.”

“And hide from everyone?”

“Preferably not. Unless you two wish to stay out of range from more gossip.”

Blowing out hot air, Dick looked elsewhere in the room.

Who would tell so many people? Dick wondered. (Y/N) must hate every second of this. Golly, I hope they don’t decide to stop visiting or answering the phone. They hardly like the phone to begin with.

“Master Dick.” Alfred stood beside the youth with a tray. “For contemplation.”

What? Dick glanced over curiously.

A tall glass of ice cream piled high. One long dessert spoon waiting.

“Oh.” He took the items gratefully.

Smiling in hopes that the young man could ease some of his negative emotions, the loyal butler nodded.

“Thanks, Alfred.” Dick sat down on the couch to eat.

“You’re welcome, Master Dick.” Alfred held the tray under his arm. “There is still no word on the origin of this preposterous gossip. I’m sad to report.”

“It’s quite alright, Alfred, thank you. Answers have a way of showing themselves.” Mister Wayne said.

Hopefully sooner.

Alfred walked out quietly.

Relishing in the taste of ice cream cooled down the ward. A perfect treat for a disgusting school day.

(Y/N) should be home or close to it. They might have figured out who blabbed. Or found out. He thought between spoonfuls of deliciousness. (Y/N) will want to stay in their room because of this.

Concern for his soulmate kept Dick thinking ahead.

“Is there anything else we could do? (Y/N) and I. Something fun.”

Anything besides homework.

Admitting to the truth in what other students were saying left Dick Grayson fuming inside. Yes, he mainly did something educational with you. There were no parties or trips. Not even a purchase of fries. Nothing too personal.

“There are plenty of activities the pair of you could partake in. Whether here or in the city; you have the choice.”

“Holy headache. There are so many options.”

To remain in the manor or venture out in Gotham City again with you. What choices indeed.

“How about you start with milkshakes? That way you can enjoy one another’s company, talk, and get to know one another more. Have fun together.”

Heels clicked across the floor before a huff announced Aunt Harriet’s entrance.

“When I find out who started this, they’ll hear from me.”

Bruce and Dick shared a look of slight intimidation.

✧ ✧ ✧

Late afternoon heat still clung to you as you shut the front door.

You let out a huge sigh of relief.

Finally. Home, you thought and walked further inside.

“Did you have a good day at school?” Your guardian questioned over the pages of a magazine.

“No.”

They inched their magazine down and asked, “How come?”

“Because everyone at school knows Dick Grayson and I are soulmates. They were—.”

Dropping the magazine down, your guardian growled, “That big mouth.”

Heat surged through your body. Eyes narrowing in on the only other person.

“Did you tell?” Your tone teetered between surprised and angered.

They looked at you as if you suddenly asked their opinion on penguins.

“Did you tell someone I found my soulmate?”

“I only told my cousin. They were talking all about how their niece is traveling Europe and about all the photographs she’s sent. So I told them you’re soulmates with Bruce Wayne’s war—.”

“Why would you do that?”

They brushed the magazine aside. “I don’t appreciate the tone you’re giving me. Knock it off.”

“You promised not to tell. Why would you tell anyone?”

“They’re my cousin. Lower your voice.”

“And I had the whole school staring at me all day and asking questions and interested in what I’m doing. I felt like people were coming after me! No one would leave me alone!” You cried. “I didn’t want to be there. I’ve been sick to my stomach all day. I don’t want to go back—.”

“You’re going to school tomorrow.” They stated firmly. “And I’m not the one who spread the news and had it go all to your school. Now, drop it.”

“You still broke your promise.” You started towards your bedroom.

I shouldn’t have told them, you thought.

✧ ✧ ✧

Back in Wayne Manor, young Dick Grayson answered the telephone in a rush.

“Hello?”

“Dick Grayson, you are the best person in my life right now and I need to vent.” You murmured into the phone.

“Oh, okay. Are you alright?”

He figured you were in the study again. Some place quiet.

“No. My day still stinks.” You announced. “My guardian told their cousin and now most of Gotham City knows we’re soulmates.”

“They told?” Dick’s voice raised in alarm.

How could they?

His chest tightened as he heard you sniffling.

“It’s been less than forty-eight hours. There’s no excuse for what they did. They promise.” You exhaled. “I shouldn’t have forced myself to tell them. Deep down, I probably knew.”

“It’s not your fault,” he reminded you.

Inside, he could still feel your emotions tearing you apart.

“Yeah, but my friends dumped question after question at lunch. They felt left out, I guess. But they’re determined to get others to leave me alone.” You informed him. “One was shouting in the hall.”

“Oh.”

“I mean, how many times do people have to ask or say ‘Bruce Wayne’s ward’? You have a name.”

“I don’t really care what they call me.”

“I do.”

“I know,” he said softly.

At least their friends are supportive, he thought in relief. (Y/N) needs a break.

Dick Grayson stood taller with the phone in hand. Ready to start changing their relationship—adding to it. Fun.

“Are you busy Saturday?”

“Uh, no. I don’t think so,” you answered. “Why?”

“Would you like to go have milkshakes with me? There’s a place in town.”

“Yeah. That sounds great.” You voice had perked up. “Too bad Saturday isn’t tomorrow.” A drop of sorrow yanked it all down again.

“Do you need anything?” He asked.

You sighed and answered, “Time away from this chaos. Dinner is going to be tense.”

“Your guardian knows you’re upset with them?”

“Yes, but more so that I raised my voice.”

“You’re in trouble?” He asked, shocked.

“Yup.”

“That’s not right!”

“I know. Can’t do anything about it,” you muttered. “Can’t wait until Saturday.”

“Me either.”

It was to be more than an outing away from schoolwork. Meaningful. Time needed to get away from stressors. Away from people who saw you through a different lens, discolored and unclear.

“I miss you,” you whispered.

Air caught in his throat. A constricting sadness as he stood miles from you.

“I miss you too.” He rubbed at his eyes. “Please call if you need anything. Even to talk. I’m—we’re here.”

“Okay.” You sniffled again. “I might just make something quick for dinner and be officially done with the day.”

“Alright. Take care.”

“You too.”

“Sweet dreams,” Dick added. “I’ll see you Saturday. I’ll call you beforehand.”

“Sweet dreams of Saturday.”

“I hope so. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Dick Grayson hung up the phone in a dispirited state.

For one; he knew who opened their mouth about soulmates. Knowing it was your guardian and there was no apology in sight lit a fire in him.

A promise broken. Trust possibly misplaced. Gotham City knew one of Dick Grayson’s secrets.

What could happen next?

Surely, your guardian wouldn’t keep you from seeing your soulmate for being upset.

Only time would tell.

✧ ✧ ✧

A quiet Saturday morning inside your bedroom and all was well. No alarms at early hours. Just you.

The school week had dragged on for what seemed like a month. Even homework appeared to had doubled. It was not much of a distraction to anyone, including yourself.

For the better part of the week, you spent it avoiding the news on television, sitting in your room, and walking to class alone. Eventually, the staring toned down.

Everything else feels like it’s moving fast, you thought. Piles of assignments due next week. My guardian said something about going somewhere. Don’t remember. Hope I’m not going. Dick still hasn’t called yet.

Quietly, you sat on your bed. Vinyl albums were lined up by the wall down by the nightstand. Your sketchpad underneath your clock.

How long has it been since I last saw him? You held up your fingers. Over a week? That’s not bad. Barely a week.

“We’re having fun though,” you said softly.

Your only audience: a blue bunny stuffed animal. Never judgmental and always there. That was Sir Hopps. He knew all about your soulmate before anyone else.

Scrunching up your face, you focused for a moment feeling annoyance.

What am I annoyed for? You thought and grabbed the bunny’s paw.

“Wait, no, that’s not me.”

No now any way.

Glancing over to the shoes you picked out, you ignored the sounds coming from beyond your door.

I hope he calls soon. I didn’t even completely tell my guardian…that may or may not backfire. But they want me out with people like them. You sighed. Wait, is anyone going to be with us? Is it just us?

Your questions left you perplexed with more.

However fast your thoughts raced, you were again distracted by a wave of Dick’s emotions. Ever active and changing since late at night.

I hope he’s alright.

Knowing The Boy Wonder’s identity was not an easy weight to bear. You worried for his safety. There was no way to know for sure in the moment.

But one thing was certain: You were going to see Dick Grayson. There was nothing your guardian could say or do to change that.

✧ ✧ ✧

Police Headquarters of Gotham City held victorious congratulations and nods of thanks.

Batman and Robin had spent all night on a case.

Between being captured and solving clues, Robin was ready for sleep.

But it was Saturday morning!

The sooner we wrap up the case here, the sooner I can see (Y/N), thought The Boy Wonder.

“—an excellent start of the weekend,” said Commissioner Gordon. “So much news this week. I even heard from a reliable source that, the millionaire, Bruce Wayne’s ward found his soulmate. Miraculous, isn’t it?”

Robin just about burst.

“Holy connected metropolis!” Robin hit his open palm. “Can’t people let private lives be private?”

Commissioner Gordon and Chief O’Hara shared quizzical expressions.

Thankfully, Batman stepped in.

“It’s a wonder how news can travel by word, isn’t it?”

“It is quite impressive, Batman,” said the Commissioner.

“Too bad the youth are left at the forefront of gossip. It’s challenging enough for teenagers to navigate social lives while preparing for their academic future.” Batman shook his head solemnly.

“I didn’t think of it that way,” said Chief O’Hara as he hung his head.

“That’s alright, Chief O’Hara. Anyone can be swept up in the excitement of soulmates meeting, but we must not forget they are people too.”

Excitement, indeed!

The very emotion that zapped through Robin as they left.

After returning to the manor, Dick raced to get ready. His mood greatly lifted. He was actually going to see you. No schoolwork allowed. He might even have time for a quick nap.

✧ ✧ ✧

Afternoon light shone over Gotham City bringing endless possibilities.

While fast-walking along the sidewalk, you kept your eyes open for the shop Dick mentioned over the phone. You could hardly wait to get there.

Before you could read the next sign, there was a burst of joy in your chest.

Dick. Where—?

Out in front of the shop was your smiling soulmate. A beaming light of happiness as ever.

You sped up to reach him.

“Hey,” you greeted.

The moment you were close enough, you both embraced. Curling in to each other. Problems of the week fading into the background.

“I’m glad you made it.” Dick gave you one last squeeze and stepped back.

“Me too. I never left home so fast.”

He chuckled and quickly proceeded to cover his mouth for a long moment.

Is he yawning? You thought and checked his eyes.

“Are you feeling alright?” You asked and smoothed the pad of your thumb under his eye.

Closing his eyes for only as long as your touch lingered, he answered, “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Awh.”

Crime fighting business. Goodness. Poor thing.

Without thinking on it, you grabbed his hand.

“Well, come on. You can relax inside.”

Smile returning, his hand clasped yours firmly.

“We both need it.” Dick declared before opening the door and following you in.

Waiting for two milkshakes wasn’t too torturous. Fighting back a brain freeze while sitting in a quiet corner of the shop was, however.

“That’ll wake you up,” you joked and stopped scrunching up your nose.

“Not on purpose.” Dick took another sip from his milkshake.

“Mmhmm.” You reached over the short distance to his glass and drew a smiley face within the condensation.

From underneath the small table, Dick bumped your shoe with his own.

The goof strikes back, you thought and tried hiding your smile behind the straw. Him and his pretty blue eyes. Tired blue eyes.

“I’m surprised you’re here alone.” You said. “No offense or anything. I’m not used to it.”

“Aunt Harriet might be jealous I get to see you.”

“Oh, no.” You snickered. “What are you gonna do?”

“Drink my milkshake and keep you smiling as much as possible.”

Grinning came so easily. Not a second of time could hold it back as a starburst of happiness emerged from within.

However tired your soulmate appeared, he was determined to make your day memorable—lighter. Every ounce better than the entirety of the school week.

“That’s a good plan.” You said and drew another smiley face on his glass. “I like it.”

“Thanks.”

Dick’s eyes were downcast. Attention elsewhere, but not far.

“Have you read anything new?”

“No,” you pouted. “Too much homework. You?”

“No. Just homework.”

Always with the homework. Someone’s going to think it’s a hobby.

Across the shop, laughter and chatter erupted. It settled down almost as soon as it started. Chairs scuffed the floor.

Ignoring the other customers would had been simple if not for the strange itching feeling of being watched.

An attempt to write it off as your imagination failed. Your lack of attention almost caused you another brain freeze from your treat. Almost being key.

Discreetly, you inspected the group from the corner of your eye.

Great, you thought sarcastically.

A student you recognized from school. A double date by the look of it.

You gazed hard at your milkshake.

Why do they have to look at us for? Ignore me! You have your own milkshakes. You thought. If I hear ‘ward’…. They just better not.

A hand covered your own and your irritated thoughts begun melting away.

“What’s wrong?” Dick inquired as he leaned across the table.

“People from school are here. They keep looking,” you whispered.

He surveyed the tables, searching until he saw multiple sets of eyes on him.

Setting on a professional, calm smile and holding their gazes did the trick. No more long and overly curious staring from the group.

How’s he do that?

Dick returned all his attention to you.

“What if they come over?”

“I doubt it.” Dick had more of his milkshake.

“Okay…”

Slight movement and his shake was next to yours. Next, Dick pushed back his chair before setting it as close to yours as he could. Only then did he sit back down.

The corner of the table was then a meeting spot for your arm and his. Deliberately close.

“There.”

“Here.” You said.

“Where I should be.”

A wave of light flutters sailed over your already uplifting emotions.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Any time.”

Why was he so wonderful? How, really. You thought.

Reflexively, you returned to drinking the milkshake. Probably too delicious for its own good.

Time went by with an unknown speed.

You were living too close to a dreamlike state to care.

Noise and talking in the shop had long since turned into white noise. Lighting was not harsh or irritating. It was a nice public space.

Comfort hand gestures morphed into playful movements.

Milkshakes were about half finished or more.

Perhaps this was cloud nine?

There was no desperate need to think of anything to say. No anxious thoughts to question your actions.

Why break a comfortable silence?

Delicately and slowly, his fingertips brushed across your hand.

You watched quietly.

Unsure of what exactly you were feeling kept your mind minutely occupied.

It’s different when he does it, you thought. Or…it isn’t.

Dick’s finger traced around your thumb. All with a featherlike touch. Like it was all new actions. Unsure, but wanting to tell you something.

Blinking, you inhaled suddenly. You weren’t sure if you had been breathing properly.

Another sip of the melting milkshake could help.

You weren’t nervous. Starting to question yourself, perhaps, or the world itself.

“Can I ask you a weird question?” You voice did not sound as confident as you’d wish.

“Sure.”

Oh goodness, you thought as you sought out procrastination by your fingers memorizing the tiny curves of his hand.

Your gaze held your milkshake instead of him.

Just ask. We are literally touching hands. Why? I don’t really know. Just because?

“Do you, uh, do you think we’d still pick each other as friends…and be in each other’s lives without the whole soulmate thing?”

Shoot. It’s a terrible question. I shouldn’t—

“I think we would,” Dick answered thoughtfully.

“Really?” You chanced a look and were greeted by honest blue eyes.

“I think we were meant to meet regardless. It just turns out we’re soulmates, which,” he smiled, “is a pretty good bonus.”

Covering half your face with your free hand, you sputtered a laugh at his words. Your face warm.

“I wasn’t prepared for you to compete against a sweet milkshake, but here we are.”

Dick chuckled and took another sip.

I’m glad he doesn’t hide it. Being nice is in his nature. Sweet since day one?

The mention of ‘day one’ had your mind picturing the charity event. Another day one.

“But…um.” You swallowed. “Can I ask you about what happened at the book charity dinner? If that’s okay?” Your fingers had paused their movements. Eyes, again, focused on your drink.

“What about?”

You weren’t sure how to ask. Thinking about that day still gave you mixed feelings. Both about your guardian and Dick Grayson.

“What happened after Batgirl lift? My guardian wasn’t big on details.”

You felt his gaze on you as yours hadn’t moved.

“We were still on the floor. Bruce was beside me. Checking on us. Um. Your guardian was…shaken up and the Commissioner was trying to get them to talk until more help arrived. Then they took you home. There was a lot of waiting around.”

“They were scared?”

“Probably. You were knocked out.”

“But you helped me.”

“I’ll always help you. I mean…I’ll do what I can.”

“I know. I just… No one told me that. You were with me the whole time?”

“I couldn’t leave you on the floor alone.”

“Thank you. For all of it.” You said. “I actually wanted to thank you when you first invited me over, but uh… You had other news.”

“Oh. You’re very welcome.”

Your lips curved upwards.

“Can I ask you a question?” Dick inquired. He begun tracing the lines of your palm.

“Yeah.”

Question about what? That night? When I woke up?

“What would be your ideal day?”

Oh.

“Like Saturday or what I’d do?” You looked up at him.

“How would you spend the day?”

“If I could do anything?” You hummed to yourself.

Spend it with you for sure, you thought.

“Nothing to do with school. Hmmm. Listening to my favorite vinyls. Sometimes the radio doesn’t play what I want to hear or I want to listen to the same song.” You took another sip of your disappearing milkshake. “Read a bit, obviously. Oh! Write, draw, or create a little picnic area with everything I’d want to do and I wouldn’t have to get up.”

“That sounds relaxing and very you.”

You laughed and added, “Me and a dance party with Sir Hopps.”

Dick crinkled his nose in confusion. “Who’s that?”

“My stuffed animal. He’s a blue bunny.”

“Oh. That makes more sense.”

Were you a bit too entertained by Dick’s reaction to your toy companion’s name? Absolutely not. Dick’s expression was gold.

Good to know he’s always paying attention. And curious.

Milkshakes became mere drops. Straws only making loud slurps. A signal that your time at the shop was at an end.

“We could go to a bookstore or a local library,” Dick suggested as you both walked outside.

Paces were slow. Hands close to touching once more.

“I would, but I think you’d be asleep in twenty minutes of absolute quiet.”

Glancing over, you could almost imagine the thoughts swimming behind his eyes. Tables definitely involved.

Before you could suggest for him to go home for proper sleep, he spoke up.

“I drove here and…maybe you could come with me to make sure I get home.”

Oh, you thought, he dug deep for that one. A little.

“And Aunt Harriet really wants to see you—but she’s out for a while. I don’t know when she’ll be back.

More time with him. And he’s not that tired. I hope.

“Can’t argue with that logic.” You smiled. “And I’ll make sure you don’t get sleepy.”

“Really?”

His eyes lit up.

“Yes.” You bumped his arm. “I’ll always help you too.”

“Gee.”

Sparks of what was seeming to be endless joy reignited in your chest. Something you both had in common.

To be in one another’s company while sharing emotions remained a curious delight. Like communicating secrets in silence. Knowing your soulmate made it all the more special. Personal.

✧ ✧ ✧

Back at the stately Wayne Manor, Dick Grayson and his soulmate arrived safely. Thank goodness.

A ride filled with laughter and a game of ‘I Spy’ kept the youthful ward well awake.

It might not had been foiling criminal schemes, but it was still exciting.

More than a rush, Dick thought. We were so happy. Are.

Blue eyes locked the image of your content expression deep into his memories. As with every moment since seeing you arrive to the shop for milkshakes. Each second was arguably better than the last. Just you and him together. Your captivating presence pulling him in.

Never in his days did he think of wanting so much to hold onto someone’s hand. It made his heart swell.

Was this what happened to other soulmates?

At that moment, he was glad to have you at the manor and not just for your sake. There was no guarantee what would come out of his mouth if he was face to face with your guardian. Or Aunt Harriet seeing your guardian, for that matter!

You had yet to forgive them and he wasn’t eager to either. It was information he inquired on the drive over.

They’re happy here. Dick thought as he watched Bruce welcome you back.

For all the joy and break from academics, there was one problem that eluded the pair of you.

“What are your plans?” Bruce asked politely.

Oh, uh…

Dick turned to you and you to him.

“I don’t know.” An amused smile curved his lips.

You shrugged and also answered, “I’m used to doing homework here.”

Bruce chuckled at the two of you.

“I’m sure we will think of something.” Bruce encouraged.

“Thanks, Bruce.” Dick beamed and slipped his fingers between yours.

Grateful for much in his life, Dick Grayson was ever more glad to have you by his side.

Rain, gossip, studying, and criminal schemes couldn’t keep you a part forever.

Being soulmates and sensing the other’s emotions meant you were together in a way. No matter how far. That, perhaps, was a thought to hold onto for the future.

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Summary: The heart wants what the heart wants. But sometimes, it needs a push to figure it out.

Squares: Denied Proposal @anyfandomangstbingo // Rejected Proposal @taylorswiftbingo // Picnic @anyfandomfluffbingo // Hurt/Comfort @supernatural-jackles TMAS bingo // Make Me Cringe @howbadcanitbebingo // @callsign-phoenix 500 Follower Challenge Words: 1485 Warnings: Few? Um. rejection, pining

A/N: I formally pre-apologize for what I’m about to do but I do fix it all in the same fic because I’ve tortured you guys a few times now with making you wait and I really need this to be a one-shot.

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Bob led his girlfriend, Laura, through the meadow, his fingers entwined with hers as he guided them to the picnic spot he’d set up.

“Bob, where are we going?” she asked for the tenth time, her tone getting more and more impatient.

“We’re almost there, honey,” he cooed. He could see the picnic blanket spread under his favorite tree, the one he’d been running to since he was a kid. It was a special place for him; this would only be the second time he shared it with someone.

“I’m tired of walking,” she sighed.

Bob ignored her outburst, knowing that everything would be worth it and forgotten soon enough. “Here we are,” he smiled as he pulled her in front of him, facing her towards the romantic date he’d planned with the help of his best friend, Y/N.

“This is different,” Laura commented as she looked around, seeing her favorite flowers, her favorite champagne, her favorite fruits and vegetables and cheeses.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, placing a kiss under her ear. “I wanted today to be special. Come on, let’s sit.”

They sat on the blanket and snacked, silence filling the space between them. Bob watched her closely, happy to be in his favorite spot with his girlfriend.

“Hey, Laura,” he said, slipping his hand into his pocket discreetly. “Did I ever tell you what was special about his place?”

“No,” she sighed again, facing him with a blank expression.

“It’s the one place I’ve always found peace. When I needed a break when I was a kid, I’d come here and just sit. Even now, as an adult, I come here when I need to think. But I find peace somewhere else. I find peace with you.” He pulled his hand out of his pocket before continuing. “You make me want to be a better person. I would run out of breath trying to describe all the ways I love you. I could call anywhere home as long as you’re with me. I love you, Laura. Will you marry me?”

Bob held out his hand, a simple diamond ring laying in his palm. Laura was quiet, her face unreadable. The soft smile that had been etched on Bob’s face since he picked her up fell away. He closed his fingers around the ring and pulled his hand back, his heart shattering. He knew her answer.

“Bob, I’m really sorry,” she started.

“Don’t,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I thought we were on the same page. I was so sure you’d say yes.” He started packing up the remaining food, trying to hide his pain by keeping his face down. “I can’t believe I shared my spot with you. Over a year of my life just…”

“I wish there was something I could say,” Laura whispered.

“Yeah, well, there’s nothing,” he snapped.

“I just don’t see a future with you,” she continued.

Bob froze in his actions, hanging his head and squeezing his eyes shut, taking long, even breaths to calm himself. "So why stay as long as you did, Laura?"

"I thought…" she started, pausing when she needed to rethink her words. "I hoped that my instincts were wrong. The day that you approached me I saw it. The way you looked at Y/N. You've never looked at me that way. I just couldn't…I didn't want to be right. I didn't want to let you go."

"How did I look at her?" he whispered, confused and heartbroken.

"Like she's the first drop of rain in a drought, the first gasping breath after you wipe out. The one thing that can save you from dying." Laura's voice wavered and she shuffled, standing and resting her hand on his shoulder. "I do love you, Bob. But I can't compete with her."

Laura strode across the meadow, leaving Bob in his favorite spot, alone, grieving a love he thought was forever and wondering if that girl had been in front of him the whole time.

The clock struck midnight and Y/N rubbed her eyes, slipping the photo strip into her book as a placeholder. She stretched with a groan and stood from her spot in the living room, looking out of the window to see that it had started raining while she was engrossed in the story of childhood friends turned lovers.

Her eyes lingered on the photo sticking out, her and Bob at the arcade, making ridiculous faces. The strip was wildly appropriate to use as a bookmark; she had been friends with Bob since they were in middle school, one of the only people to still call him Robby. Somewhere along the way, she fell in love with him, realizing it shortly after he got serious with Laura.

He proposed to her. Y/N helped him plan everything. Laura was going to accept and she'd help plan the wedding and hide her broken heart as long as she could.

Y/N switched the lamp off and quietly walked towards her bedroom. As she stepped into the short hallway, a pounding sounded through her apartment.

She froze in her spot, completely terrified. Should she try to get her phone and call 911? Call Robby? Check and see who it was?

Did she have a weapon? An escape route?

Another knocking made her jump, her shoulders relaxing slightly when she heard a voice call through the closed door.

"It's Robby. Open up, I need to talk to you."

She breathed a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding, her head a little dizzy with relief. She rushed to the door and unlocked it, throwing it open to see her best friend standing in the rain, alone, the expression on his face unreadable.

"Robby, what are you doing? Get out of the rain," she insisted, gripping his forearm and pulling him inside. "You're soaked. Let me get you a towel."

Bob stared at the spot where her hand had been, turning his arm slightly. The spot she'd wrapped her fingers around was warm, tingling, where the rest of him was shivering from the fall rain.

"Here, dry off," she said when she came back in, two towels in her hands.

Bob lifted his head slowly and met her gaze, his lips parting as if seeing her for the first time. "She was right," he muttered with a scoff.

"Who was right? Robby, what's going on?"

"Laura said no," he told her quietly.

"What?!" she exclaimed. There was no way Laura turned him down. Everything was perfect. He was perfect.

"She said she didn't see a future with me," he continued, "that I wasn't as in love with her as I thought I was."

"That's ridiculous," Y/N scoffed as she unfolded a towel and started drying off his arms. He was obviously upset and hurt and needed her help.

"I thought so too, at first." His eyes never left her face as she patted the towel around his hands. "But she said that I was in love with someone else. And I still didn't believe it once she said it. I sat there for hours under that tree. Did you know it started raining about two hours ago?"

"It's been raining that long? I've been sucked into the latest story I'm reading. But back up," she said, "Laura thinks you're in love with someone else?"

"Yeah," he confirmed. "And she's right."

"She is? Who?"

Bob slipped his hand around her neck and pulled her close, his lips finding hers with a roughness borne from years of pent up longing and passion. His arm slipped around her waist, pulling her close, molding her body to his.

She melted against him, the rainwater seeping through her clothes ignored as she pressed herself against him, her arms wrapping around his neck. The towel dropped to the floor as Bob turned them, pressing her back against the wall and swiping his tongue across her bottom lip.

She moaned quietly as she parted her lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss. The heady sensation buckled her knees and her head spun, overwhelmed with the sensation of his chest pressed against hers, keeping her from falling to the floor.

The painful burning in their lungs forced them apart, their eyes fluttering open as their heaving breaths mingled in the miniscule space between their lips.

“I -” she started.

“Wow,” he interrupted with a whisper.

“Please don’t be a dream,” she begged, “I can’t bear it if it’s just a dream.”

“It’s not a dream,” he promised as his hand cupped her cheek, “it’s real. It’s you. It’s always been you. I was just too stupid to see it.”

“Are you enlightened, then?” she teased as her fingers played with the ends of his hair, goosebumps erupting on his neck.

“I’m the wisest man on Earth,” he smirked as he dipped his head down, capturing her lips once again.

#writercole #sophie's 500 follower challenge #callsign-phoenix challenge #bob floyd #robert 'bob' floyd #oc!Laura #robert floyd x reader #afangst bingo #taylor swift bingo #how bad can it be bingo #affluff bingo #tell me a story bingo

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There's a sting in the way you kiss me

Hah, guess who finally came around to finish this? And even still in time for whump month.

Words: 3k

Pair: SwissDew

Warning: Explicit, MDNI

Tags: Bloodplay, knifeplay, biting, bottom dew, top swiss, double handjob??

You can also read it on AO3 here

Swiss and Dewdrop were like water and oil. They didn’t quite fit together. Unless you knew how to make them mix. They did have similarities. They shared a lot more than either of them would be willing to admit. One could dare and say the ghouls could be gentle and loving to one another. When they were alone. When no one else looked. Hidden away from curious eyes. Safe in the comfortable solitude of their nests.

But not today, no. They were out for blood.

A stupid argument ignited a flame inside the fire ghoul. Spewing hateful comments. Sparks biting the air. Not a single thought spent on considering if any of his words hurt the man in front of him. Why would he? Swiss didn’t seem to hold back either. And before Dew even knew what was coming, he felt the cold metal edge of a blade right on the side of his throat. Making his movements come to an immediate stop. Preventing the knife from pressing into his skin any further. Managing to carefully swallow once before speaking through gritted teeth.

“What the fuck?” His eyes scanned the face of the ghoul who was so close by now. Having to look up a little, which annoyed him even more. Searching for any expression that would tell him what happened next. The multi ghoul could be near unpredictable.

“It seems like you forgot your place, little firecracker.” The words were sharp and clear. No room for doubt. He turned the blade ever so slightly, watching the shine trail along the blondes jaw. Careful not to puncture the skin just yet. His other hand came up to brush some of the long hair to the side, over his shoulder. Exposing more neck.

Dewdrop still clenched his jaw and fists. Ready to throw a punch whenever he got the next best chance. Tail whipping nervously, angry. He was almost vibrating, glowing with heat. All because that stupid Swiss turned him on with a gesture that was supposed to frighten and scare him.

“Care to remind me then, multi bitch?”

The cocky grin spreading on Dews lips was wiped away as quickly as it came. Feeling a hard tuck on his hair. Swiss burying one hand in it and dragging the lovely fire ghouls head back. The blade still delicately positioned at his throat. But now there was even more room. The taller ghoul leaned forward. Towering over him and bending down to his ear.

"I'll make sure you wish you'd never said those words, fire lily. Maybe you can wrap Aether and our gentle Rain around your fingers. But play a game with me and you will lose."

Hot breath ghosted over Dews ear. Sending a whisper of goosebumps spilling pleasantly down his spine. And at the next words, arousal struck his core.

"I will hurt you just to hear you screaming my name."

Teeth grazing his earlobe. The multi ghoul worked his way along the sharp jawline, down to his neck. Hunger painted over every inch of his face.

And Dewdrop? He was rendered defenseless. All the will to fight that was boiling inside him just moments before vanished. Almost melting into the touch. Cursing himself internally.

Swiss touched him with such arousal. Bleeding warmth into his skin. Causing shivers rolling over the fire ghouls body. Shaking breath and stuttering voice.

"F-Fuck you… You can't just-" A gasp echoing through the air as teeth sunk into burning skin. Pulling Dew closer to the multi ghoul. Warm blood flowing over the exposed shoulder. Pupils dilating as the heavy metallic scent filled their nostrils. Letting them spiral into a blood rush. Causing them to fully unglamor.

Growling and showing their protruding fangs at each other. Claws ripping at fabric. Papa wouldn't be too happy about having to get new stage clothes. They were in such a rush that neither of the ghouls had time to change into their own clothing or even get a breather at all. The argument started right at the end of their show, Dewdrop just couldn't let it slide. So he followed Swiss into his room back at the abbey. Which he only now realized what a mistake it was.

So here they stood. The fire ghoul bleeding from his shoulder, his shirt falling to the floor in pieces. And Swiss? He took a few steps back. Red liquid staining his lips. Eyes wide and completely fixed at his target. The arm that was holding the knife to Dews throat just seconds ago lowered. Giving the other an opportunity to breathe.

"Why don't you scream some more for me?" The knife was withdrawn from his throat, but before he could lose a word about it, Swiss already shoved him into the nest with a single forceful push. Dew merely winced. Feeling the adrenaline rush, touching the small wound near his shoulder. Licking his own blood off of his fingers. Gaze trailing over the ghoul in front of him. Watching as he crawled closer. The multi ghoul straddled him with both knees at either side of his legs. The knife pressed up against his throat again. Trailing down the surface of his chest, only the tip drawing fine red lines that vanished soon after. He wasn't out for pain yet.

Hissing, red sparking eyes frantically searched the others face for any clue on what he had planned next. Thin waves of smoke escaping Dewdrops nose and mouth. Tail flicking and wrapping around the fur which was laid out, covering the nest. It was the struggle between fear and arousal that he loved the most, those moments when the lines in between blurred, but never blurred enough to disappear.

That view satisfied Swiss greatly. Though he huffed through his smirk. "How am I supposed to be angry and feral at you when you look just so pretty like that?" It was clear he mocked Dew.

"Shut up asshole… Start dragging your knife down my chest. What do you have it for, huh? Give me little cuts every time I make a sound and let the blood drip everywhere so it smears all over while we finish." Bold. Without any fear left, the fire ghoul spit out his thoughts. The grin coming back onto his lovers lips, tugging at the corners.

The knife mapped across his skin almost carefully. Without drawing any blood, it danced along his chest. A sharp inhale from the one below. Anticipation. Swiss purred, teasing him. "Be careful what you wish for, my pretty fire lily…"

The first cut was made without much effort. A thin red line appearing on Dews pecs. A soft metallic scent filling the air almost immediately. The multi ghouls eyes widened with arousal. Nothing could stop himself from leaning down and licking over the bloody trail that made its way over to a hardened nipple. His swift, forked tongue flicking over the sensitive area. Feeling the cold material of a piercing ball mixing with the sweet red blood. A moan escaping both ghouls at the same time.

"F-Fuck…" Dewdrop threw his head back into the pillows and furs. His breath quickening as his heart rate picked up. The feelings he started to experience were more intense than he had anticipated.

"Mhm… Someone seems to enjoy himself." Swiss snickered. Letting a second cut follow on the other side. Leaving it to softly bleed. Watching the rich color against his skin. He felt the fire ghouls body react. Pressing hard against his pants, against Swiss' leg. Drawing another smirk on his lips. Rolling his hips to create some friction between the fabric of their clothes and their skin. Being pleased to hear a whimper Dewdrop desperately tried to hold back.

It was getting hot. His body temperature rising rapidly as he lost himself in pleasure. "Swiss… Please don't… don't make me beg." He turned his head to avert his gaze. Already being embarrassed to speak those words out loud. A shaking in his voice he'd rather overhear. But the other ghoul wouldn't have any of that. His free hand coming up towards Dews face. Grabbing his cheeks and forcing him to look at him. "What if I like to hear you beg…" Satisfaction was written in his grin. The thought of his fire ghoul being a flustered mess, begging for pain turned him on greatly. Causing him to tighten his grip around the knife.

Feeling the cold metal once more, Dew just had to press his body against it. It stung while simultaneously sending shivers all over his heated body. Adrenaline rushing through his veins. Setting off so many emotions that made him feel so alive. Right in this moment he couldn't feel any safer under Swiss mercy. As dangerous as this situation might be for others, as much he enjoyed it and trusted the multi ghoul completely. A sharp inhale. The tip of the knife broke his skin. The sensation making his dick twitch, already leaking. The ghoul on top of him smirking as he pressed his own groin against him. Drawing out a moan from both.

"We don't want your clothes to get stained, do we?" Swiss purred. He already ruined Dewdrops shirt before. So why stop now? Why bother with unbuttoning pants and stripping them off if one could just cut them? The outfit was ruined anyways, he'd deal with Copias complaints later. The blade trailed across Dews leg, with soft pressure up his thigh. The golden eyes of the multi ghoul wandered over the squirming body beneath him. Shortly resting on the flushed face. The darker red being a nice contrast to the amber colored skin. He was just so beautiful. And all his. For the moment at least. And he'd make it worth it. The knife ripped part of the seam right at the tight lap area, it was almost too easy. A swift movement and the fabric tore. For a brief moment he thought about just digging in with his claws and free his lover of the annoying barrier. But they were in no rush. The blade cut upwards, slowly. Revealing more and more skin as it went. A devious grin tugging at Swiss lips as he heard a soft yelp. The fire ghoul wore a tiny, black slip underneath. Barely covering what he had to offer.

"You're driving me crazy..." It came out as a breath. Dewdrop couldn't help but shudder once more. Feeling the lust in Swiss voice, thick with need. A hazy look in his eyes as he observed him. The sweet scent of blood still lingering in the air. Seeping out of him as his chest rose and fell quicker, heavier. His arousal grew painful. He wanted nothing more than Swiss to feast on him, hurt him. There was a time he would have been ashamed to admit this. Admit his rotten desires. "Show me how crazy..."

With this, the multi ghoul made a final move. Tossing the knife to the side as he leaned down. His forked tongue hungrily flicking over the reddened chest. Hands placed on Dews waist. Claws gripping him so tight, holding his hips so desperately. Digging into the skin until it felt warm at their tips. A whimper and grunt escaping the fire ghouls throat. It hurt. It made him so hard. Bloody claws massaging his flesh while a swift tongue licked as much blood off his torso as it smeared. Using his fangs to further mess him up. Biting and sucking with content growls. The bloodrush getting so much more intense the longer he went on. His own cock growing harder by the second.

Dewdrops hands came up and got buried in Swiss' hair. Tugging at it. Soft pinpricks of pain radiating from his scalp. Edging him on further. Blood was running over the smaller ghouls belly. Warm and wet. Dripping onto the fur beneath their bodies. His tail curled, breath hitching as his eyes closed. Squeezing shut with knitted brows. The pleasure was immeasurable. And they only just started. The stained hands wandered downwards. Finally ripping more of the already trashed pants in a desperate attempt to get them off. It got harder for the multi ghoul to contain himself. Growing feral. Exposing soft, fleshy thighs. Without missing a beat, his lips found themselves trailing towards them. Lifting Dews legs in the process, as he slotted himself between. Sinking into the nest. "So pretty..." His tongue left wet trails. His teeth red streaks. Kisses planted along the inside of his thighs. Small hickeys forming in an instant whenever more force was used. Dew was a panting mess at this point. His needy pleas filling the room. Spreading his legs so his multi ghoul could lay between them more comfortably. Trembling the closer he got to his core. Bitemarks paving the way. They felt hot, scorching his body. "Mn..." His dick reacting to every bit of attention, straining the tiny slip.

"You like that? Of course you do..." Swiss' breath ghosted over his skin. Tongue cleaning the latest mark before his body shifted. Supporting himself on his arms next to the small ghouls waist, bringing their faces near each other once more. His groin bucking forward, growling as he did so. Cutting off the blondes own sounds with a kiss. It wasn't gentle. Their lips crashed, a tongue immediately shoved into his mouth. Robbing the fire ghoul of any breath he had left. Dewdrops legs crossing around him. Resting on his lower back as he pulled him slightly closer with that. The multi ghoul couldn't form a single coherent thought anymore. It was pure instinct by now. Fueled further by the fact he carried some of the thick red liquid into their kiss. Filling both their mouths.

As to not drag it out even longer, losing patience himself, Swiss hastily opened the button and zipper of his pants. Shoving them down just enough to free his cock. He broke their kiss only to lick his palm, slicking it up before running a hand over his boner. Dew took a deep breath as soon as he got the chance to. Eager to continue right away, pulling the ghoul on top of him in again by his horns. Earning a guttural snarl. Horns were a sensitive part, especially for Swiss. So the fire ghoul ran a thumb over the smaller pair of horns. Breaking the others concentration. Taking advantage of this, Dewdrop bit into the thick lip devouring him. His claws moving from the smaller horn pair to the longer ones besides them. Rubbing the base where it connected to the skull.

The multi ghoul pushed the last bit of fabric to the side, freeing his lover so he could align them. Placing a hand around both their throbbing dicks. Pressing them together. Oh how good that felt. And his fire bug seemed to enjoy it as well. Judging by the high pitched whine. Dew held him in place by the horns, setting the pace of their kiss as if he had any control over it. And Swiss let him. He was busy himself, moving his hips. Purring low, a rumbling from his chest as not only his hand was still slick around them, he could also feel the heat radiating off of Dews cock. Making it so easy to lose himself in the sensation of skin grinding against skin.

The sounds they both made were honey sweet. Neither of them could get enough. Swiss' free hand found its way back to Dews hip. His thumb smearing some of the sticky blood. The slight sting made the fire ghoul involuntarily roll his hips. Sending a wave of pleasure through the others cock. "Oh fuck... Do that again baby..." The taller ghoul groaned between kisses. They both developed a rhythm after some thrusts. Grinding against each other as well as the pressing hand around them. Swiss moved his upper body so he could look at the treat below him. Wanting to look him in the eyes. See the flustered puddle he created. Huffing with every movement of his hips.

Dew let his hands fall from the other ghouls horns into the furs at his sides. Gripping them, needing something to hold on. Ever since they stopped kissing, his mouth hung open with pleased moans and little whimpers. Reaching to the side, Swiss got the knife once more. The fire ghouls eyes had a tinge of excitement in them. There was no time lost. The blade ran through wounds opened before, deepening them. Spreading smaller cuts over his abdomen, his chest, like he demanded from the start, with every new sound from his needy mouth. "S-Swiss... I can't-" It was clear by the tone in his faltering voice. He neared his limit. And so did the multi ghoul. "Let's do it together... Come with me." He didn't need much more than that. Allowing himself to fully give into the pleasure. The ecstasy that washed over him. Stars dancing behind his closed eyes, a shock spreading from his core throughout his whole body. An animalistic growl leaving Swiss throat. His claw squeezing around them one last time. A final thrust.

It was messy to say the least. Cum soon covering Dewdrops heaving chest, his stomach, flowing along his waist. The milky color stained pink as it met rich red blood. It was a beautiful sight. Brutal to most, perhaps. But not to Swiss. He saw his darling boy. Saw him so exhausted and in total bliss. Eyes rolling back as his orgasm shook his body. Fangs showing as he clenched his teeth. Nothing could compare to this.

"You alright fire lily?" The voice in Dews ear was gentle. Filling his head slowly. A nod was all he could manage right now. But that was enough to make the multi ghoul smile. One hand caressing his cheek. Smearing red onto it, into his hair. Chuckling he released their dicks. Taking another moment to collect his breath and compose himself. "You need a shower... And maybe some bandages." A soft kiss was placed on his forehead. The argument and aggression from earlier blown away. It happened, they both knew. At the end of the day, they still had each other. Embracing their company. As much as they couldn't be with each other, as much they couldn't be without.

#dew is a sucker for pain #and swiss happily helps him out #enjoy the lil mess #swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swissdew #nameless ghoul #the band ghost #ghost fanfic #rat rambles

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