#please imagine me (currently in my room lying on my bed; legs kicking back n forth w youtube playing as i open thelatinlibrary)

[thoodleoo]

the thing about reading ancient poetry is that you're having a conversation with someone who died thousands of years ago and really if you're speaking to someone like that are they really actually dead

#please imagine me (currently in my room lying on my bed; legs kicking back n forth w youtube playing as i open thelatinlibrary) #and the ghost of horace is lying in the exact same position next to me and we're talking about his poems #and i am telling him that if his words were food i would devour them like a man starved; also i am showing him vine compilations

[ticklishfiend]

Pure Gold (My Hero Academia)

Lee!Mina / Ler!Bakugou ⚠️PLATONIC⚠️

A/N : haven’t posted a fic in a while cause my laptop broke but hey!! i fixed it!! so here we go. i wanna make a sequel to this with the sleepover mentioned at the end, so if ur interested or have any ideas, lemme know!!

Summary: Mina catches Bakugou in a very incriminating circumstance, and of course, records it (cause how could she not). Unfortunately for her, Bakugou doesn’t think this is as funny as she thinks it is, but decides to make her laugh with his own methods anyways.

Word Count: 3084

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED, MWAH <33 xoxo

. . .

Mina rolled onto her right side for what had to be the millionth time tonight, nothing ever feeling comfortable enough to just loll her into the right sleepy headspace she needed to get some goddamn shuteye. She’s never really had many problems with falling asleep before, so why tonight she had to be burdened with this temporary insomnia was beyond her. 

Mina threw her arm out behind her back towards her bedside table, fingers fumbling around for her phone before finding it connected to the charger. Detaching it from it’s plug, she brought it towards her, face flinching at the sudden brightness before her eyes adjusted to the light. She groaned as she scanned over the time, 1:02AM, far later than she would typically still be awake. Sure, it was Friday so she didn’t have any classes to worry about the next day, but it was still frustrating to get off her normal sleeping schedule so suddenly and for seemingly no reason. She had to fix it soon before she pulled an accidental all-nighter.

Whining and groaning the whole way, Mina threw her legs out over the side of her bed, dangling her feet for a moment before slipping them into her cute fuzzy panda slippers she kept on her bedside. The girl figured her best bet for now would be to drink one of the soothing teas that Momo kept lying around in the kitchen for anyone to use. She dragged herself towards the door, allowing her arms to stretch over her head with a yawn before grabbing at the cold metal door handle and slowly creaking open the entrance. 

She was careful to be quiet, turning the handle before shutting the door as to avoid any unnecessary clicks. She’d be damned if she made any of her light-sleeper classmates go through the same sleepless night she was currently going through by waking them up so late in the night. She walked heel to toe through the carpeted hallway, finding her way to the elevator finally and breathing a sigh of relief as the doors closed without a dinging sound.

After what felt like a treacherous journey, she finally made it to the corner that would lead her to both the kitchen and common area. But, before she turned the corner, she saw a light illuminating off the walls coming from the commons. Her brow quirked, not expecting any type of light to be shining from the area.

No worries, she thought. If someone accidentally left a light on I’ll just turn it off real quick so no one gets in trouble, easy peasy! She finally made it around the corner when it finally dawned on her where the light source was coming from in the first place; the TV.

Her eyes met the muted TV that seemed to be playing a...romance anime? The subtitles were on and the volume was completely turned off, so whoever had been watching it was obviously aware of how late it was and was trying to stay quiet for the rest of the class like Mina had been.

The pink girl watched the screen for a moment, reading the subtitles to find that one of the characters had apparently just confessed their love to someone else in some heroic fashion. It was super cute, and she’ll definitely have to look up whatever this is so she can watch it in her own time. Before she could make her way towards the action to turn the TV off, however, she heard...is that…?

...sniffles? 

She paused, her ears perking up at the sound just in case she had imagined it. Then, no more than 3 seconds later, she heard it again. Sniffles, this time accompanied by a little groan of what sounded like endearment. This is so cute, she thought to herself, bringing her hand to her mouth to cover up any giggles that dared to escape. Someone’s crying about a romance anime right now, and it definitely sounded like one of the boys too! There’s no way I can’t find out who this is.

As quietly and sneakily as the acidic girl possibly could, she made her way towards the back of the couch, crouching down just slightly as to not alert them with her shadow. She finally allowed her eyes to peer just above the top of the cushion aaaand…

…

BAKUGOU?!

Mina could hardly believe what she was seeing. Was she complaining? Absolutely not, this was pure gold, it was just surprising! THE Bakugou Katsuki, curled up on the corner of the couch swaddled in a fluffy All Might blanket, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes with an actual smile on his face. He stuffed his mouth with popcorn before wiping his tears with the corner of his printed blanket, muffling a small “Finally,” into the fabric. 

There was no chance in hell Mina was going to miss this golden opportunity.

Like a spy, Mina quickly but quietly snatched her phone from the pocket of her sleep shorts, opening the camera before pressing record. She zoomed in on the romantic scene displayed on the screen, before slowly panning down to the still sniffling Bakugou, the light from the TV bright but his smile even brighter. She hit the off button before stuffing the phone back in her pocket with a grin, quietly making her way towards the kitchen.

She went to take a mug out of one of the top cabinets, purposefully shutting it louder than she needed to to alert the blonde on the sofa. He jumped at the noise, whipping his head around towards the girl before throwing his arm towards the coffee table to snatch the remote and turn the TV off with force.

“Why the fuck are you in here, Pinky?!!” Bakugou whisper-shouted from across the room, and though the light from the TV was now gone, Mina could just tell he had to be blushing from embarrassment. She grinned widely.

“Oh, y’know, couldn’t sleep,” She smirked, not looking Bakugou’s direction while filling her kettle with tap water. “I’m guessing the romantic buildup had to be pretty intense to make THE Lord Explosion Murder shed a few tears, huh?”

Bakugou froze before his body started to shake with anger, launching himself over the back of the couch and lunging towards Mina, grabbing her by the shoulders and digging his fingers into the flesh aggressively. He was seething, his jaw clenched and eyes white with anger, and though Mina was a little shaken up when he initially grabbed her, she couldn’t help but giggle when remembering what she had just seen moments ago.

“I WILL KILL YOU, YOU ALIEN FUCK!” He almost-shouted, and it was obvious he was still cautious of waking anyone up so Mina wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about what she had witnessed. “You keep this shit to yourself, got it?! Cause I’m not scared to fucking kill you!”

“Oh I know that, Blasty,” she smiled up at him, unable to suppress another giggle. “It’s too bad I got your little cry-sesh on camera then, huh?”

Bakugou’s face fell, his eyes wide before he squeezed even tighter into her shoulders. “You...you WHAT?!?!” Mina had meant to let out another laugh at his expense, but it turned into a yelp as she was aggressively hoisted up over his shoulder. 

Mina kicked and laughed, hitting at his back to no avail as he stomped towards the couch and unceremoniously threw her down onto it, pinning her against the cushions, her hands now laying flat underneath his knees that were thrown over her waist.

“Woah, take me out to dinner first!” Mina’s eyes were wide as she let out a nervous chuckle. She tugged at her hands, but they weren’t going anywhere under his weight. She even tried kicking a little against the cushion, but yet again, nothing.

“Not into you like that, Pinky,” He aggressively pointed towards her face, the angry scowl never leaving his now wrinkled expression. “And you’re gonna delete that fucking video, got it?!”

“Are you kidding me?! I could never delete that! It’s gold and you know it!” Mina exasperated, shocked he could even consider that a possibility. 

“NO IT’S FUCKING NOT!” He whisper-shouted into her face, moving his hand even closer to her face until it booped her nose, her eyes crossing down to look at it. “Delete it, Horns...or I’ll fucking make you.”

Mina uncrossed her eyes and looked up to Bakugou, whose face remained angry and undeterred. She sighed, “Ok, first of all, they’re not horns; they’re antennas. Secondly, you were too cute in the video to delete it! I’m sorry, Baku, but I can’t do that.”

Bakugou just grunted, moving both of his hands down now to grip at her waist, making her eyes widen with a sudden knowing fear. “I am NOT cute, and you WILL delete that fucking video, Pink-Fuck! You always give in to this shit,” Bakugou couldn’t help the smirk that rose on his face as he squeezed her sides once, making her jump and yelp.

“Nohoho! Bakugou, please, not thihis!” Mina couldn’t help the giggles that left her lips even if he hadn’t properly done anything yet. It was just the knowing of what was to come that caused nervous laughter to bubble from her chest and into both their ears.

“It doesn’t have to be this way, moron,” Bakugou said, eyeing down at her waist before noticing the phone-sized bulge in her shorts pocket. He smirked, reaching down and pulling it from its hiding spot. He looked at the screen before huffing, turning it to face her eyes. “Gimme the code. Now.”

“No way! You’ll just delete the video!” Mina said before yelping with another jerk as he pinched at her side again. “Dohon’t!” He sat her phone down on the arm of the couch before wiggling both his hands over her belly, the sight alone making her shriek and let out a flow of giggles.

“You’re gonna wanna give me that code, loser,” Bakugou grinned, jerking his hands down towards her stomach without touching her and bringing them back up, making Mina jerk aggressively with another yelp. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already freaking out! This is gonna fucking suck for you if you don’t let me delete that damn video!” 

Mina just pursed her mouth shut tightly, shaking her head “no” while letting little huffs of suppressed laughs escape from her nose. Bakugou just sighed, raising his wiggling fingers just slightly higher before a wide, sadistic grin cemented itself to his face.

“You asked for this.”

Before she had time to retaliate, wiggling fingers came down to pinch up her sides and into the dips of her ribs, sending her into a cackling fit. She kicked uselessly from behind him, tugging at her trapped hands to no avail.

Bakugou used his right hand to dig his fingertips into the bottom of her ribs, while skittering his other nails over her quivering belly. She sucked her stomach in as much as possible, but with each laugh it was brought back up, practically tickling itself on his fingers.

“Bakugohohou! Plehehease! Nohoho!” She squealed, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as he continued his relentless but playful torture.

“No what?” the blonde teased, using his index and middle fingers to vibrate into her tummy. She let out a shriek at that, jerking violently while trying to smush her face into the cushion beside her. “Ohoho, that bad, huh? Pretty effective method if I do say so myself,” Bakugou then used his two fingers on each hand to vibrate into her lower ribs, a spot he knows all too well is absolutely unforgiving. She screamed at this, shaking her head side to side as laughs poured from her gut. “I always get what I want, Pinky, and this isn’t gonna be any fucking different.”

Mina couldn’t help the loud shrieks and squeals that left her body, tossing herself from side to side with no effect whatsoever. “GAHAHAHA! Plehehease! It tickles too muhuhuch!”

“Not my fucking problem,” Bakugou went back to his squeezing method from before, this time bringing one hand down to pinch at her hip. Mina jolted at the touch, screaming and cackling at his relentless squeezing. “The code, moron, lest you forget about what got you here in the first place.”

“Nehehever! I cahahan’t!” she laughed before gasping in a breath of air as his hands let go of her body for a moment. She hesitantly opened one of her eyes to look at her tormentor, who was yet again wiggling his fingers over her tummy. She shut her eyes again tight at the sight, a new bout of giggles leaving her from anticipation. “Nohoho!”

“You can never handle being teased, can ya?” Bakugou grinned, before bringing both his hands back down to lift up her nightshirt up to her bottom ribs.

“No! No no no! Please! Bakugou, let’s talk about this!” Mina spluttered out nervously, opening her eyes to see him just ghosting his fingers over her still quivering belly. She tossed her head back with a giggly whine, kicking her feet behind him like a child in a tantrum.

“Nope. You had your damn chance, and you blew it,” He smirked devilishly, bringing his fingers down to gently skitter over her now bare belly, dissolving her into a fit of high-pitched giggles. “Now you’re gonna get-” BZZZ! BZZZ!

Bakugou paused his previously wiggling fingers, his head whipping up and eyes making contact with the now buzzing phone resting on the arm of the couch. He groaned when he read who was calling on Mina’s FaceTime, resting one hand on his knee while reaching out and swiping the phone from it’s resting spot (though his knees were still pressed firmly against Mina’s trapped hands- he hadn’t yet planned on stopping her torment.)

Bakugou pressed the bright green button on the screen and stared blankly at the dark screen as Denki answered. The boy had obviously been trying to sleep, evident by the fact no lights were on in his room.

“Bakugou?” The boy asked groggily on the other end, and even though Bakugou couldn’t technically see his face, he knew he had to have the dumbest expression printed all over it.

“Yes, what the hell do you want Pikachu?” Bakugou growled at the screen.

“Can you tell Mina to quit screaming? I could tell it’s her, her laughs are always the same; just so fuckin’ loud,” Denki chuckled, and Bakugou could hear his sheets shuffling. “What’s got her laughing so hard anyway? You aren’t exactly the funniest person on the planet.”

“I’M FUCKING HILARIOUS YOU DUNCE!” Bakugou shouted angrily into the phone, gripping it tightly as Mina just prayed he wouldn’t crush it with his pure fiery rage. “And that’s none of your fucking buisness!” Bakugou paused, looking down at Mina who had a sheepish grin on her face. He sighed. “She’ll be quiet now. Just go to sleep so you aren’t dumber tomorrow than you usually are,” Bakugou huffed, hanging up without allowing the blonde on the other end to get any word in. 

The explosive teen threw Mina’s phone down beside her on the couch, hoisting himself off her with a scowl on his face and a roughness to his movements. Mina couldn’t help but feel a little guilty as he jerked his blanket out from under the girl aggressively and began making his way away from the couch. She quickly sat up and snatched his wrist, pulling him back slightly and making the boy grunt, looking back at her with tense brows.

“How about a compromise?” She proposed, a small grin on her face. He looked at her through squinted eyes for a moment, questioning her request. Finally, he rolled his eyes with a huff.

“Hit me with it,” he didn’t look at her in the eyes, but she celebrated internally at the fact he wasn’t too visibly angry at her.

“I’ve got a sleepover tomorrow with all the girls, and we’ve been dying for a special guest,” She bit her lip with a cheek-tearing smirk as his brow somehow managed to furrow even deeper. “Hang out with us for just a few hours tomorrow night; you don’t even have to sleep over, just stay for the fun parts. I’ll delete the video as soon as it’s over.”

He continued to stare at her questioningly, obviously not convinced nor happy with this compromise. She needed to give him more.

“I promise I won’t show a soul the video if you promise to go tomorrow. No one will even know it existed before it’s already gone,” she said, before deciding to finally pull out the big guns. She pouted out her bottom lip and lowered her wide eyes, eyebrows piercing upwards like a sad puppy. “Pleeease Bakugou? I promise it’ll be fun!”

He paused, staring at her sad little face and feeling himself go slightly soft inside while staring at his friend. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and jerked his arm out of the girl’s grasp with a loud groan.

“Fine...as long as this shit stays between us...I guess I’ll go,” Bakugou nearly whispered the last part, as if the words had to crawl their way out of his throat while being tied down from his sheer stubbornness alone. 

Mina couldn't help the shriek of excitement she let out, her mouth quickly getting covered by Bakugou's large calloused hand while his other planted an index finger on his own mouth towards her. “Shut the fuck up Pinky, we already woke Dunce up!” She just smiled behind his hand, nodding up and down quickly.

Bakugou let out a sigh as he moved his hand from her face, using his fingers to squeeze at the bridge of his nose. “You are so fucking annoying, y’know that?”

Mina just giggled, standing up and giving Bakugou a hug so quick he couldn’t pull away from it. He stood in shock for a moment, before shoving her shoulder and making the girl fall back on the couch with an oof! followed by her giggles. He just rolled his eyes with a, “Tch,” throwing his blanket over his shoulder and walking towards the hallways.

“Night, Blasty! Get ready for the night of your life tomorrow!” She whisper-shouted towards the exiting boy, who only flipped her off as his body finally disappeared into the shadows of the shared hallways.

. . .

A/N : hope you enjoyed!! i didn’t rlly proofread this so if it’s terribly written i apologize lmaoo, again if ur interested in a part 2 lemme know!!! much love <3 xoxo

#my hero academia #my fic #mha #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #mha tickle #bakugou #mina #katsuki bakugou #mina ashido #ler!bakugou #lee!mina #bnha #boku no hero academia #ticklish

[shurisneakers]

shut in [3]

Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)

Warnings: cursing, implied abuse, ptsd, fighting over beds

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: every part i introduce more anonymous characters smh. i also appreciate feedback so if you would like to, please consider dropping me an ask or comment ly guys!! also if you want to be on the taglist, it’s mentioned at the bottom of the chapter.

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Previous Part || Shut In Masterlist

“Don’t make me shoot you, Wilson.”

“It doesn’t have to end this way, agent.”

“How’s it looking out there?”

“There’s been some talk. Apparently Serpentine isn’t very happy that their intel is dead. They’ve got people looking out for you everywhere.”

A frown adorned your face. Sam was leaning forward on his arms, head turned down as he listened to Ransone.

“How dangerous is it?”

“I would say that everyone’s a little wound up. Best not to go anywhere even a little populated.”

“Noted.” It would blow over in a while. The media coverage of Pierce’s assassination would die down with the changing news cycle soon.

“I can have someone pick you up wherever you are. Just tell me where.” 

“Don’t bother. We won’t be here for too long,” you responded, Sam nodding in agreement. Once it quietened down you could leave, go back to Ransone without blowing your cover.

“Whatever makes you happy. Just let me know when you’re out.”

The click of the call ending took with it the only noise in the room.

Sam picked up the phone to remove the battery, discarding it to maintain your security. Burner phones were useful, but you didn’t want to take any chances.

“Wait,” you cut in, holding your hand out for it, “I need to make another call.”

The both of you were seated at the dining table. A piece of paper lay in front of you, playing the dangerous role of being the mediator. 

You were trying to ration out your supplies and create a schedule as a way of finding middle ground. Things were more or less calm for the last two days, but the fight over the bedroom was wading into territory that could only be solved by a good old middle school fistfight.

Currently you were figuring out a meal plan so that you could establish some kind of routine. With bread as the only uniting factor, the other three components were going on a rotation. You had reached all the way till Saturday before running out of possible combinations.

“I’m just saying-”

“Don’t.”

“We’ve exhausted all edible options, it’s the only combination left-”

“I will not hesitate to fatally wound you.” You were only half kidding. The ridiculousness of the ideas he was proposing was entertaining, and you knew he wasn’t being serious. It was hard to catch a moment where he was. 

“Fine. But in case we get to the point where peanut butter and jelly is the only thing that’s left, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

“I would rather die than shovel spoonfuls of plain jelly and peanut butter into my mouth.”

“Your survival game is weak,” he chided, tsk-tsking at you.

You only rolled your eyes at him, moving on to the next subject.

Bed.

“Easy, we just alternate days. You got the last two days, so I get the next two and then we just switch everyday.” Sam eased back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head leisurely.

“How long do you think we’ll be here?” you asked, writing down the plan he had just presented. The bed wasn’t queen sized with memory foam or any kind of privilege like that, but it definitely beat the couch with its odd lumps and depressions.

“A week tops. Anything more is just excessive.”

“Hello,” you said, voice low, even though you were well out of earshot of Sam. He was eying you from the living room window. If he was as good as he claimed he was, he’d know how to read lips and you couldn’t afford to have him do that.

“Code?”

You turned your back to the window, facing the large trees that loomed before you. “1993. It’s me.”

“Y/N?” He sounded suspicious, a little shocked, and you understood why he would be.

“Living and breathing.” You toed at a rock that lay ahead of you.

“Word on the street is that you’re dead,” he pointed out dryly.

“Not me; Pierce. I escaped. It was a trap.” When the rock you were playing around with escaped after a particularly hard kick, you started pacing up and down instead, “Ransone put a hit out on him because he thought he was leaking information.”

“How on earth did he come to that conclusion?”

“Don’t know. He was dead before we got there.”

“Who is ‘we’? You got someone there with you?” You didn’t realise it had slipped out during your conversation. 

“Another one of our guys. Apparently I was a backup in case he didn’t show up, but he did, so now we’re stuck together.” You averted your gaze to Sam who was still observing you from the window brazenly, intently. 

“Where are you?”

“We’re safe.” 

“Alright.” He sounded like he understood, albeit not entirely convinced. “Stay low.”

“Will do.”

With that you hung up the call, dropped the phone to the ground and crushed it under your boot heel. When you were convinced that it was sufficiently useless, you turned on your heel, making your way back.

You walked back into the house, beelining to the kitchen to make up for your missed lunch, only to be greeted with Sam sitting on the couch looking at you inquisitively.

“Who was that?”

“Nobody,” you answered straightforwardly, opening the cabinet to get two slices of bread.

“If it has somethin’ to do with this situation we’re in then I need to know who you’re talking to.”

“Just drop it. It has nothing to do with you.” You found the jar of peanut butter he had already opened, using a butter knife to spread it along the bread.

“Somehow I’m finding that hard to believe.”

“Believe what you must. I’m going to take a nap,” you answered evasively, chewing absentmindedly on the sandwich you had just made. You didn’t bother to look at him as you headed towards the bedroom.

“Hey now, hold on a minute. Who said you had bedroom privileges? You’ve been using it for two days.” You stopped in your tracks, face scrunching in annoyance. “If you’re keeping vital information about my life from me, then I think I deserve to not have a fuckin’ backache when I wake up in the morning.”

You quickly weighed the pros and cons in your head, imagining how the next few minutes would pan out if you just said ‘no’ and left. But in every imaginary argument you proposed, the bottom line ended with him prodding at you until he either got the information that he wanted or the bed.

Frankly, the bed was something you were willing to sacrifice to get him to stop meddling in your business. It seemed like the only reasonable way to get him off your ass.

“Fine.” You spun around to face him. “We’re making an arrangement.”

“Whoever has the bed has to forfeit TV privileges for that day.”

“Sounds reasonable. None of those three movies can be played more than twice in a row.”

That was more to preserve your sanity than anything. You had already seen each of them once, bordering on thrice for Die Hard. Sam’s fault, not yours.

“We should have a codeword. In case there's danger or something. Or maybe if you just want to be left alone,” Sam suggested, finger pointing to the blank space left at the end of the paper. “But it’ll be like solitary confinement since it’s so fuckin’ quiet here.”

Almost on instinct your mind flashed to images of dark cells. Quiet sobs. Blood stains on the wall, originating from clawing at it. Sunlight through one small window at the top. Utter loneliness except for yourself.

You could remember the soreness in your legs from curling up into a ball for hours, rocking back and forth. The smell of drain water collecting in the basement where the cell was.

Isolation.

“You got any suggestions?”

“Huh?” You forced yourself back to the present. Your knuckles had a dull ache in them from holding the pencil too hard.

“Do you have any ideas for a codeword?” Sam repeated, looking at you intently.

“No, nothing off the top of my head.” You shook your head, trying to regain focus. You loosened your grip on the pencil, letting it fall to the table.

“We’ll just leave it at ‘Brooklyn’ for the time being.”

“Yeah, okay,” you agreed to whatever he was saying. It was just a precaution in case something major happened. It was rather unlikely that you were going to use it anyway. 

Codewords weren’t uncommon in your business, but it was mostly used for missions or other professional standings. Regardless of being less adventurous than what you tended to work on, this was work at the end of the day. 

“Is that all?”

“Yeah, I think we’re done.” His chair scraped loudly against the ground as he got up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going out for a while. Need to shake off the possible osteoporosis.”

You didn’t bother asking where he was going, ears following his footsteps as he walked down the hall to the bedroom, probably to get his jacket that he hung up in the drawer.

You left the paper on top of the mini fridge, alongside the car keys and a few dollars you had nabbed in the hurry from Pierce’s house.

Staring around you at the silent room, you realised that there really wasn’t much to do. It wasn’t like you to have so much time on your hands. You could always go for a run or test out some of the weapons hidden here. 

You had the rest of the house to explore, plans to draw up, a post mortem to assess what went wrong on the mission, even though the last option wasn’t possible without Sam’s cooperation.

Fuck it, you decided. Couch it is.

Kicking your feet up, you grabbed the TV remote to flip to the news station. The town rarely had anything to report on but it would be worthwhile to know what exactly was available around. Possibly assimilate in the crowd in case you wanted to be hidden.

It took you a few minutes of mindless surfing through static channels till you found it. It seemed like a scene right out of a Hallmark movie; the reporter was holding a microphone to a child who looked like he understood nothing of what was going on.

You were barely paying attention as it flipped from segment to segment, other things taking precedence in your mind even though you willed yourself to relax. There really wasn’t much to make a note of other than a few good samaritans and how utterly boring the lack of content was. A few occasional glimpses of stores and other resources available in the background were the only interesting part.

You were starting to drift off by the time it reached the breaking news of the evening. Sam had already come back when the sky slipped into twilight. He barely acknowledged your form lazing on the couch, only offering you a greeting and a goodbye as he made himself his dinner to take to the room.

Your eyes were just about closing when the breaking news of that evening came in. It was all politics. People you knew from old missions waving and smiling their way to lead their country as if the dubious acts they committed behind the scenes to get there was erased.

Until you suddenly jolted awake, eyes wide open.

“Wilson. Wilson!” You hit the cushion furiously to get his attention when he didn’t respond the first time around.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“What?” he yelled in response, mild irritation in his voice. You knew it sounded like you were shouting bloody murder even though no one was around other than you two, but you didn’t care.

“Look at this!” You couldn’t stop gawking at the screen. “Fuckin’ unbelievable.”

“What? What do you wa-” He stalked into the room, ready to tell you to stop yelling but stopped mid sentence when he finally saw what you were so concerned about.

“Reports claim that the victim was attacked early in the afternoon at his villa. Officers say they found multiple signs of a forced entry, following which he was shot dead. So far no arrests have been made but the police have since released photos of two suspects of whom, they claim, have reason to believe orchestrated the attack.”

On the right side of the screen flashed yours and Sam’s picture side by side. Old mugshots from a petty offence you committed years ago for which Ransone bailed you out.

“The pair are said to be on the run after escaping before law enforcement arrived. If you have any tips on the whereabouts of-”

You turned to look at Sam. His stare didn’t budge from the TV as they once again reminded the public what you both looked like.

Years of anonymity, working in the shadows and creeping around to avoid being recognised only to have the entire country know what you looked like.

“Well, shit,” he finally exhaled. “Somehow I think our stay here just got extended.”

Part 4

#sam x reader #sam wilson x reader #mcu fic #sam fic #sam wilson fic #sam wilson fluff #sam wilson angst #sam wilson series #falcon #falcon x reader #the falcon x reader #hitman!sam wilson #hitman!au #shut in fic #marvel fic #marvel #mcu #sam wilson #the falcon

[morkleemelon]

off the ice || chapter 4: don’t look back

previous || m.list || playlist || next

pairing: college hockey player! mark x fem. college figure skater! reader

genre: fluff, sports au, college au

word count: 6.5k

warnings: blood, mention of surgery, description of injuries, swearing, financial struggle

author’s note: huge thanks again to my beta readers @writing-frog​ and @skiimmiilk​ for being a great help to making this story better! the slow burn fire is finally burning in this chapter and I’m so excited :) if you haven’t been listening already, I highly recommend the playlist for this chapter! enjoy~

“What do you mean ‘it’s fine’?,” you sobbed, gripping the side of her hospital bed. You wanted to give your best friend a hug, but you didn’t want to risk hurting her more. Yuna’s right leg was pinned into an apparatus, the intricate metal carefully holding together the broken bones, her usual perfect skin marred by scratches of red and patches of blue. 

“I mean what I said”. Even with a sore voice and her current situation, Yuna managed to speak with dignity.

“And Ms. Kim is right,” the doctor agreed, jotting down a prescription on her clipboard, “the surgeries went well and she is in stable condition. The good news is that with proper rest and physical therapy, she will be able to walk again. Now, it’s my duty to be honest with you. You said you’re a figure skater?”.

“Yes”. Yuna uncurled her fingers, inviting you to hold her hand. You accepted it, bracing both of you for the bad news. Ten sat at the other side of the bed pressing her other hand to his lips.

“While we cannot rule out the possibility, the likelihood of you being able to skate again is very low. Especially for the next few years”. 

Yuna’s tough façade started to crumble at the shocking reality and her lips trembled as she choked back tears. You pressed your forehead to her hand as you hid your own tears from her. 

“God damn it!”. Ten yelled, getting up and kicking away the stool he was sitting on. The loud bang was followed by the sound of quiet weeping. “I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight. I shouldn’t have told you to go to the car first. None of this should’ve happened, god damn it”. The older boy cried into his palms as he placed the blame on himself. 

“Please settle down and refrain from disturbing the patient,” the doctor warned, “but we would like to talk to you about the details of the accident, Ms. Kim, now that you’re awake and stable”.

Yuna nodded, a few tears escaping and rolling down her scraped-up cheeks.

“Your right leg is broken in three places upon impact with the vehicle: two in the femur and one major area in the tibia. You then sustained minor external injury as you fell to the pavement, scraping your arms and face. We will run additional tests later on to determine if you also have a concussion. If you can remember any details of how this accident happened, please describe them to me and we can notify the police to help find the suspect”, the doctor continued.

“I,” Yuna cleared her throat, “I was at a party last night and I had a bit to drink. We stayed pretty late and Ten is close with the host, so we just decided to sleep over. Then this morning, I woke up early and I wanted to go on a drive to clear my head. Ten had to get something so I left the house first. I- I checked both ways before I crossed the street to his car, but before I knew it… it came out of nowhere and I was on the ground. I don’t… I can’t remember anything about it. The next thing I remember was being in the ambulance with Ten”. 

“I heard the whole thing happen,” Ten added softly, “I was inside the house at the time and I heard the screeching tires and Yuna screamed. By the time I ran outside, the car was gone and Yuna was bleeding on the ground”. He closed his eyes and clenched his fist. “All I could do was call an ambulance. I- I didn’t see the car or the bastard driving it. All I could do was sit with her in the street while we waited. She wasn’t waking up and all I could do was sit with her. I couldn’t even move her because I was afraid it would make it worse and she was bleeding everywhere. All I could do was sit there”. 

Tears stream down your face as you listen to Ten break down. The normally bright and optimistic man now had his face in his hands, hiccupping uncontrollably at the thought of how close he came to losing the love of his life.

“Hey,” Yuna groaned, struggling to keep her own voice steady, “baby, I’m okay. When we met, you were hurt and struggling, but you got through it because we were together. We’re still together and we can get through this too”. She touched her fingers through his hair gently. 

“Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Kim, and both of your friends. The police are currently asking for witnesses for your hit-and-run case and will update you with any findings. These are your prescriptions”, the doctor slid the piece of paper onto the counter, “the nurse will come find you later to talk about your treatment. For now, I’ll leave you all alone”. 

The room fell silent, only interrupted by the occasional sniffle as the doctor shut the door behind her.

“Hey y/n?”. Yuna turned her head gingerly to you.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry I can’t do the competition with you now. I promised I would but…”

“Don’t even… how could you worry about that right now?”, you sobbed, “don’t you worry about it, Yuna, the competition doesn’t matter at all. I’m just glad you’re okay right now. You should focus on getting better, not worry about me of all things”. 

“Y/n is right,” Ten agreed, “you were there for me when I got hurt. And when I thought there was no way out, you held my hand and pulled me up from the darkness. Doctor says you have a good chance of walking, so let’s get you there first. Then we’ll work on beating the odds and getting you back on the ice again”. 

“You guys…” Yuna smiled slightly, careful not to strain her bruised jaw. 

“I’ll come visit you as much as I can,” you promised, “I can bring my sleeping bag, clothes, and a jar of peanut butter. We can just be roommates here instead. There’s free AC and disney band aids too, it’ll be great”. Your attempt to lighten the mood was well received as the couple chuckles together. 

“By the way, I called your parents while you were in surgery and they’re on their way over now. They should actually be here soon,” Ten noted.

“I’ll leave you guys then,” you offered. There was a two visitor limit and you didn’t want to intrude on Ten and Yuna’s chance to have some private time before her parents bombarded her with concern. Not to mention Mark has been sitting in the waiting room for a few hours now and you wanted to be respectful of his time too.

Offering your last words of support to Yuna, you shut the door quietly behind you. Dabbing at your watery eyes with the edge of your sleeve, you attempt to fix your run-off makeup using your phone camera. Everything felt kind of numb. The events of the last 24 hours were surreal and staying up the whole night with Mark certainly did not help as the tiredness was catching up to you. Concern, upset, worry, and frustration formed a thick cloud in your thoughts. Your brain was like a jammed printer and the thoughts were not processing. You were in shock to say the least.

You shuffle your way down the hall to the waiting area and look for Mark’s familiar blonde hair. You spot him fast asleep in his seat, arms crossed over his chest as he leans his head back against the wall. His mouth is slightly agape, forming a soft ‘o’ as he breathed steadily in and out. Seeing him sleep so peacefully made you relax a little. 

At least there was something good about today.

“Hey,” you whisper, shaking him gently. His eyes blink open slowly, wincing at the bright hospital lights. 

“Hey,” he croaks, rubbing his eyes as he sits up straight. “How’s Yuna? Did you get to see her?”.

“She’s…,” you pause, “she’s okay. She said she was okay when I saw her just now and the doctor said she’s stable but…,” your voice trails off. 

“But what?,” Mark asked gently, placing a comforting hand on your back. You look around to make sure there was nobody around who could overhear. A few people sat around the waiting room a ways away, texting on their phones or flipping through the free health magazines. The receptionist’s monotonous voice droned on as she answered a phone call.

“The doctor says that Yuna might not be able to skate again,” you murmured. Even though the doctor made it clear before, saying the words out loud felt extremely surreal. You imagined if it were you lying on the hospital bed hearing this news. To not be able to skate again… it was too awful to comprehend. Tears roll down your cheeks before you could help it, dangling from the point of your chin before falling onto your green volunteer shirt. 

Mark thought about what he could say in reply to the devastating news, but decided it was best to not say anything at all. Pulling you in for a hug, you cry silently into the crook of his neck. You wrap your arms around his torso and hold on for dear life. 

The next few weeks pass by rather uneventfully after the incident, at least comparatively. Police were still on the case of Yuna’s hit-and-run perpetrator, but they struggled to find witnesses when the crime occurred so early in the morning. Even the local CCTV didn’t cover the area where it happened and the driver was still ultimately at large. 

The Lee’s and your other friends texted in the group chat plenty and you grew much more comfortable with having them around. Mark drives you to the hospital to visit Yuna a couple times a week and the three of you would eat lunch together in her room for a small sense of normalcy. It was a tough transition for you nonetheless- your best friend and roommate who you were used to seeing every day now was now seemingly so far away and your time together was reduced to a few hours a week. However, the initial shock of the situation eventually faded and the two of you came to terms with how things were. Yuna and you agreed to not cry about it anymore until she got started on physical therapy and gave recovery her best shot. Thankfully, Ten was there with her everyday and night, so it was bearable for her. 

Mark’s always been sweet about your comfort zone, too, never pushing you to talk about your feelings yet at the same time, always there for you when you needed him. Neither one of you brought up the almost-kisses, the first reason being you weren’t ready to remind yourself of the horrible things that happened afterwards and the second being that Mark wanted to respect that you needed time to process it. 

So the days tick by and seeing Mark became part of your daily routine. It was something you looked forward to when you got ready in the morning and although you didn’t really know it, it was something you needed to make your day feel complete. His good heart shined more and more to you everyday as you chose to continue to accompany him to Sunday volunteering. You got to witness how Mark’s eyes glowed whenever he talked to the people he served. He treated everyone there as if they were his own family and even though many of the people he helps are much older, he continues every conversation with sincerity and maturity. 

In addition to walking you to class everyday, Mark now has a special seat next to you in the front row of your economics lecture, leaving Jeno and Ten snickering behind you as they watch your close interactions. You ate lunch at the willow tree by the basketball court on the days you weren’t visiting Yuna. After a while, you grew used to the dirty looks from the girls across the court, even glaring back when you met Hillary’s fiery stare. Nonetheless, you developed a comfortable social routine and everything was going quite well, except for one abundant issue weighing heavily on your shoulders.

The middle of October rolls by and you grind your way through your evening shift at Frankie’s. Thankfully, it was a Tuesday, so late-night stragglers weren’t an issue. You finish scrubbing down the counters in the kitchen and wipe your hands on your waitress apron. Unfortunately, it was your turn to close so you were the only one left working tonight. Your back ached from the hours of waiting tables and your cheeks hurt from the wide smile you offered all of your customers, rude or not. Sighing, you count your tips for the day.

A bell chimes from the door.

“Sorry we’re closed-,” you stop your words as you see the figure illuminated by the low diner lights. 

“Is it too late for me to talk with the pretty waitress?” Mark grins, unzipping and taking off his wind breaker. You roll your eyes but your smile tells him you aren’t actually annoyed.

“The pretty waitress is covered in barbeque sauce and all purpose cleaner. Proceed?”

“Oh no, not barbeque sauce! Cancel request! Cancel Request!”

You laugh, throwing a nickel at his dramatic show. 

“Wait, give that back to me. I need every tip I can get,” you say, holding out your hand to receive the coin. Mark obediently picks it up, handing it to you as he takes a seat at the bar. You thank him, flipping through the crinkled, greasy bills from the tip jar. The creeping disappointment must have shown on your face because Mark broke the silence.

“Not a good night?” His words were careful. He understood you were under a lot of stress recently, but he didn’t have the heart to pry further and make you tell him why, which you appreciated. Mark assumed it was about Yuna or grades, but you never confided the real reason of how much your financial situation really scared you.

“Not a good…” you debate telling him everything. On one hand, you didn’t want to come off as needy or desperate. You were infamously bad at sharing your burdens with others. On the other, you wanted to tell Mark because you know he would listen and it would make you feel better. “Not a good anything,” you finally admit, setting the scraggly bills down on the clean counter between you. 

Only $26.84 for the whole night.

Mark’s soft brows were creased in concern as he waited for you to elaborate. He rested his chin on his knuckle, watching you pensate your feelings carefully. You meet his soft gaze, his eyes telling you that it’s okay. You let your shoulders relax, not even realizing the tension they were carrying.

“I…,” you start, letting out a small sigh as you walk your way around the counter to sit on the stool next to him. He spun his stool so he was sitting facing you. You pick at the mysterious stain on your apron. 

How do I even tell him about this? Hey Mark, I’m broke! I might drop out because I don’t have money for school, thus ruining everything my parents and I have worked for. 

“I guess I’m just worried,” you resolve after a minute, “I’m worried because, well, because of money”. You wince at hearing the words out loud but continue before you could take it back, “my parents are working really hard to get the money for my tuition, but things aren’t looking good for next semester”. You continue to tell him about how you’ve been picking up extra shifts to try to save up, but skating fees and money for basic necessities eats whatever you earn right up. The thought of quitting skating to save money came to your mind, but you never followed through because that was as much of a necessity as anything. A miracle occurred with the skating competition, only for some sick bastard to hurt Yuna. You asked around but everyone already had a partner or were too busy to participate in the competition. So now you could either go rob a bank or take a gap year and hope you’ll be able to return. Mark listened to your qualms quietly until you finished.

“The competition, did you ask people who aren’t on your team?,” Mark inquired, resting a reassuring hand on yours.

“Yeah, I even asked the girls on JV, but nobody wants to do it since they think they can’t win,” you confirm with a sad nod.

“That’s so dumb,” Mark stated, “you’re like, the best skater ever. Even the worst girl on JV could win if they did it with you”.

You look at him in surprise. His thumb ran comfortingly across your knuckles, sending tingles down your arm. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as you look back down at your joined hands. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you guys were: officially, you were just friends at the moment, but anyone could see that there was something there. As of late, too much has been on your mind for you to possibly sit down and ponder it. Neither one of you has confessed feelings of any sort, but the night at the lake couldn’t just be ignored. And do normal friends hold hands like this?

“Right, tell that to them. Nobody wanted to be my partner, so yeah, I’m kind of in a pickle with tuition right now”

“Well can anyone be your partner?,” Mark asked.

“What do you mean? Like, just ask random strangers to skate with me?”

“No I mean like… I could do it”. His expression was serious, alluding that he meant every word of his ridiculous proposition.

“You could-” you stop to consider, “I mean I guess? I don’t think Coach Tanya said anything about the participants needing to be on the team… or be a girl. But there’s a big problem we’re not considering.”

“What problem?”

“You don’t know how to figure skate”. You free your hand from his and punch him lightly in the arm. 

“But I play hockey and I’ve skated all my life,” Mark bargained, pointing to himself smugly and shrugging, “how hard can it be?”

“How hard-” you wheeze. You laugh out loud as the serious boy looked on indignantly. “Figure skating is miles different from what you guys do. Y’all go, what, forwards and backwards? Can you do a jump?”.

“I can too do a jump,” Mark defended.

“Okay, what about a single axel jump?”

“Uh…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you giggle, grabbing the counter and spinning your stool around. Mark watches you endearingly.

“Y/n” the sound of your name stops your childish break and you look at him expectantly. “What if I practiced every day. I can learn your uh- single axis”

“Axel,” you correct.

“Axel. I can learn this axel jump and I can practice it and whatever else you need so you can do the competition”. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious, but your heart skipped a beat nonetheless.

“Deadass?” 

“Deadass,” Mark nodded. 

“Why… why…”. You struggled to find the right words.

“Because I like you,” Mark interrupted, “and I want to do this for you because it would make you happy. I’d streak across campus fully nude and screaming if it made you happy”. 

Did he just...confess?

“It would,” you nod seriously.

“It would? Which part? The competition or-”

“No, the streaking,” you shake your head, ignoring the steady increase of your heart rate. You press your lips into a flat line and nod to feign seriousness. Mark paused before getting up. He reached for the hem of his shirt, sighing before lifting it up over his head. 

“Let’s get this over with,” he sighed, reaching for his belt buckle. You shriek, shielding your eyes from his half-nude appearance. Although you didn’t want to admit it, you let your eyes linger on his lean torso through your fingers.

Damn, maybe hockey does have some benefits. 

“I was kidding! Please put your clothes back on!,” you cry. You heard him laugh as he pulled the fabric back on. 

“Okay I’m decent. I’m decent,” Mark assured, taking his seat next to you again. “But seriously, I meant what I said and you don’t have to reply until you’re ready. I completely understand if you don’t know yet. Just know that I am here for you and I,” he grabbed the edge of your stool and pulled it firmly so you were facing him, “really like you. As more than friends”.

You felt surprisingly confident; the stress of life always went away when Mark was around and you forgot all about the scattered pennies and nickels on the counter. Although his confession was so sudden, you had a feeling it was coming eventually. It didn’t feel shocking, but more like… finally. That being said, you were unsure of what to say. You weren’t sure you were ready for a relationship and most of all, you weren’t sure about your feelings for him. The last thing you wanted was to say you like him back and have it end up not being true. 

Like always, the understanding, patient look in Mark’s eyes told you that he would wait for you to reply when you’re ready.

“Okay”. You smile. 

“Okay”. He mirrors.

“Let’s do it, the competition,” you decide.

“Really?”

“Yeah, let’s give it our best shot! After all, it’s a crowd vote and your popularity might gain us favor,” you tease, poking his chest. “What time is it?”

“It’s 9:48pm, why?,” Mark replied, checking his lock screen. You hopped off your stool and began untying your apron.

“You drove here right?”. He nods. “Then there’s somewhere I wanna go if you’re willing to drive”. You shove your tips for the night into your bag. 

“You know I’m always down for you,” Mark smiled, grabbing your jacket off the rack and helping you into it. He stood in front of you and zipped you up without you asking, fixing the hood so it was proper. You watch him in silence and awe as he smooths down the wrinkles by your collar carefully and slings the strap of your bag over his shoulder without a word. It’s always these things, the little things, that leave you speechless.

The drive was pleasant. Mark put on your favorite radio channel and the two of you vibed comfortably to the acoustic music, the only interruptions were your quiet directions to the desired destination. You examined Mark’s face as he focused on the road, tipping his head back and forth to the beat with one hand on the wheel. It was dark, but the passing street lights illuminated his features in mesmerizing flashes, almost as if they were afraid to show his face for too long, the beauty would be too much to handle. His cheekbones were especially accentuated by the small smile on his lips. Looking at him made you feel… calm.

You pulled into the familiar parking lot. The blue neon lights above the building reading “Skate City” buzzed with electricity as the two of you got out of the car. 

“You wanted to come here? To a kid’s roller rink?”. Mark chuckled as he shut the driver side door. 

“Make fun of me now but you’ll see why” you rolled your eyes, walking through the building door which Mark held open for you.

The interior of the building was just like you remembered: the dark, ragged carpet was covered in colorful squiggles and dots resembling an abstract representation of worms and confetti. If that wasn’t bad enough, the matching wallpaper and UV lights topped off the hallucinogenic nightmare of a roller rink. Usually, it was also filled with the screams of children. Due to the lateness in the day, the rink was empty and usual disco funk was turned off. You would think it was closed if it weren’t for the man watching TV behind the counter.

“Mr. Joseph,” you call out with a wave. The man grunted, pulling his feet from off of the counter and shuffling through the mess of papers to find his glasses. He was an unassuming man in about his early forties, balding, pot-bellied, and proud. Nobody would guess that he was the man who taught you to skate all those years ago.

“Why, is that Miss y/n?,” Mr. Joseph exclaimed, rounding the counter to hug you.

“How have you been, Joe?”

“Well, you know me. I’m gettin’ by. Who’s this fella over here?”. Joe adjusted his specs and squinted at Mark.

“This,” you nudge the shy boy forward slightly, “is my friend, Mark. Mark, this is my family friend and former coach, Mr. Joseph. Also known as Joe,” you introduce.

The two men exchange a firm handshake.

“Nice meeting you, Mark. You treating her right?” Joe narrowed his eyes.

“Um so,” you cough, saving Mark from the awkward question, “Joe, we need skates for Mark”. 

“Wait but I already have skates, y/n-,” 

“No, you have hockey skates, Mark. You’re gonna need proper figure skates if we’re gonna do this competition right,” you explain. 

“Competition, huh,” Joe gruffed, waddling into the back room and motioning for you to follow. 

“Yeah, I don’t know if my parents told you, but Yuna was in an accident and now she can’t do the pair skate with me. Mark’s a hockey player but,” you glance at him with a smile, “he offered to pick up some skills and be my partner”.

“Here,” Joe smacked a pair of skates into Mark’s arms, “try these, boy”.

“Thank you, sir”. Mark bowed and went out to the bench to try them on.

Once he was out of sight, Joe leaned down to you, “you like this boy?”.

“Stop!,” you cry, covering your reddening ears with your hands.

“I’m just saying,” Joe held up his hands innocently, “I can tell he likes you by the way he looks at you. Even from meeting him just now”.

“Yeah… I just,” you stop to think about it. Well it’s true he likes you...

Do you like him?

You look to the door where you could see his shadow lacing up the new skates. You wish he would hurry back. Being without him felt like something was missing. Even if he was right around the corner, it didn’t feel good that you couldn’t see him and feel his reassuring presence. Realization began creeping in and you turn to look back at Joe’s I-told-you-so expression. He gave you a pat on the shoulder, “Make sure he’s good to you”.

Mark’s figure reappeared at the doorway, oblivious to your pounding heart and emotions which were becoming slowly more apparent. You watch endearingly as he stepped awkwardly into the room wearing the skates, stretching out his arms to maintain his balance. 

“I think they fit!,” Mark beamed at you, causing the butterflies in your stomach to migrate all around. 

“That’s good, boy. Take them on the house,” Joe guided him back out to take them off before he could hurt himself. 

“Oh no, sir-”

“Please, they were collecting dust in that storage room. Nobody wants men’s figure skates anymore these days and I’m glad to help y/n out” Joe dismissed. 

“Joe,” you stop him, wrapping your arms around Joe’s neck to give him a big hug, “thank you,” you whisper. 

“Of course, kiddo” he pat your back, “you make me proud”.

After chatting for a bit longer, you bid your goodbyes to Joe as he locked up Skate City for the night. In the car, you hold your breath and turn towards Mark. Strangely, your head was in the clouds as you examined his face, a face you’ve grown so familiar with in the past few weeks, yet seemed brand new. Suddenly, he leaned in close, close enough to count his pretty eyelashes, warranting your breath to hitch in your throat. Unaware of your, Mark places the box of skates in the backseat and sits up straight again to buckle his seatbelt. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Right, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself.

“So, are you tired or do you wanna do some skating today?,” you finally ask.

Mark flashed you a crooked smile, starting the car, “Y/n, I’m always down for you. School rink?”.

You nod. 

The whole drive back to the school was noticeably more awkward, at least to you. You tensed  at every word he said and felt your heart clench when he hummed along to the soft radio tune. Saying nothing or giving short, one word replies, you didn’t trust your voice to say more. Instead, you opted to look out the window at the passing scenery for the fear of Mark noticing your flushed expression. You tug uncomfortably at your jacket collar, beginning to regret asking him to skate tonight. Ironically, and perhaps foolishly of you, you’ve received his confession yet you’re unwilling to admit the good news of mutual feelings to yourself. What should you do or say? Surely it’s not right to just say ‘I like you! I figured it out haha let’s date!” out of the blue. 

Pulling into the sports center parking lot, you notice the locks on the front door.

“Oh crap, I forgot it’s a weekday. The rink is closed after 11,” you mutter, slightly relieved at the thought of heading home to sort out your feelings alone. 

“Don’t worry, we can sneak in through the side door,” Mark answers nonchalantly, getting out to open the car door for you. You don’t disregard the kind gesture and instead feel the familiar pressure in your chest again. 

And sneak in you did. 

Mark had clearly done this a few times judging based on the way he led you confidently to the obscured side door which was propped slightly open with a rock.

You went your separate ways in the eerily empty stadium to your respective locker rooms. Splashing your face with cool water, you attempt to rein in your fiery flush. 

How should I bring it up? Or do I wait? He already said he likes me, but what if he didn’t mean it? 

After changing into your skates, you take a deep breath and head out to the ice.

He was already there waiting for you by the railing. Mark must have heard your footsteps approaching and he turned to give you a warm smile. 

“You’re right, y/n, these skates are kinda different”. He tapped the toe pick into the padded floor.

“Yeah… right,” you mumbled, struggling to meet his bright eyes. 

He’s so cute.

Pale moonlight streamed through the glass ceiling panels and illuminated your surroundings. Mark’s hair made his face glow silver and his eyes sparkled with the reflection of the moon. His face fell at your weak response, reading it as disinterest.

You open the gate and skate out onto the ice in front of him. Mark tentatively skated out to follow you, wobbling slightly at the different sensation. You reach out to grab his arms and steady him, meeting his gaze briefly before blinking away. You loosen your grip on his sleeves, the contact making your feelings go wild.

For a few moments, the two of you silently glided across the ice. For the first time ever, it seems, you weren’t sure what to say to him.

“Listen,” Mark finally spoke, struggling to a stop. He looked down at his skates thoughtfully, “If it’s about what I said earlier, if it’s about me liking you and that made you uncomfortable, I- I take it back. I feel like I didn’t give you a chance to say no if you wanted to-”

“No it’s-,” you interrupt, skating slightly ahead, “It’s not that”. 

“Then why are you acting so strange?,” Mark asked, struggling to keep up.

“I just,” you circle to a stop at the middle of the rink. How do you even begin to explain how you feel? Never in your life have you felt like this about anybody. Never in your life have you felt so special and so cared for than when you were with Mark. You would have been lucky enough just being able to know him, but he even likes you. Out of all of the people he could have chosen, he chose you.

Mark careened to a halt behind you, waiting for you to finish. You take a deep breath.

Now or never.

You turn around to face him. 

“What you told me in the diner, tell it to me again”. Your voice came out weaker than you had intended.

Mark’s eyebrows were furrowed in confusion and worry that you were upset with him. He wanted to pull you into a hug, tuck that piece of hair back behind your ear and tell you it’s okay if you didn’t love him back.

“I-,” Mark cleared his throat from his emotions, “I said that I like you, y/n. I like you as more than friends”. He looked down towards his feet but before he could blink, he was crushed in between your arms as you jumped to hug him. Your face fit perfectly into the crook of his neck and you breathed in his familiar, warm scent as he wrapped his arms delicately around your waist. The force from your impact caused both of you to drift slightly, but you kept steady. Not brave enough to look him in the face, you whisper your confession to his ear.

“I’m ready to answer you. I… I like you too. As more than friends”

Mark’s grip tightened around your waist as he lifted you slightly off the ice. Spinning around, he curled his fingers into the fabric of your sweatshirt as if he never wanted to let you go. Your heart swelled at the feeling as you held onto his sturdy shoulders. Neither of you needed to say anything more. He pulled you close so there was no space left and you listened to the gentle rhythm of his heart beating for you.

Pulling away at last, you rest your forehead against his. Your eyes fluttered closed but you could feel the tip of his nose brush gently across yours, his warm exhalation fanning across your lips. 

“You don’t happen to have your phone on you, do you?” Mark mumbled deeply, savoring the moment.

You let out a small giggle, “no, do you?”.

“Nope”

And with that, you tilted your head up ever so slightly and Mark cupped your cheek to bring your lips together. You melt into his kiss and touch, allowing the way his soft lips moved against yours to express his silent affections. Exhaling through your nose, you sigh into the kiss, moving your hand to rest at the back of his head to pull him in deeper.

Finally.

Mark ran his thumb affectionately across your cheek, his lips speaking of all the times he’s wanted to do this. Your fingers lace their way through his soft hair, loving the way he reacts as you tug against the strands slightly. 

A loud bang from a closing door causes you to pull apart finally. The bright beam of the security guard’s flashlight flashes across the ice as the two of you look on like deer caught in headlights. 

“Hey, you two! Get out of there!,” the guard shouted, pointing a finger at your embracing form.

“Run!,” you whisper yell, pulling him quickly towards the gate. The two of you run as quickly as you can in your skates, pulling them off before you enter the hallway. 

“Hey! Stop right there!,” the guard yelled, stumbling down the stadium stairs.

“Quick! In here!” Mark tugged you into the boys locker room, shutting the door before the guard could see and ushering you quickly to hide in the gap between two lockers. You squeezed in with him, panting softly as the adrenaline pumped through your body. Mark’s arms wrap around your body to pull you closer as the guard opens the door. The flashlight flicked menacingly across the dark room. You hold your breath as it comes particularly close. Finally, seconds that feel like hours pass and the security guard grunts before deciding to move on. You exhale in relief. 

Mark rests his chin on top of your head and you realize how closely you’re pressed together. You giggle into his chest, loving how warm he felt. 

“I can’t believe that I get to hold you,” Mark whispers. His fingers draw invisible shapes across your back.

You nuzzle your face into his tee shirt. “Well I can’t believe we’re doing this in the boy’s locker room after being chased down by security,” you mumble against the fabric. His chest sounded a low vibration as he chuckled back, moving his hand up to stroke your hair. 

“You are so, so beautiful, y/n,” he moves to kiss the top of your head, “I don’t know the words to express how beautiful you are to me”. 

You press deeper into his body at the words you’ve always wanted to hear. Lifting your face up from his chest, you press a small kiss to his lips, heart jumping at the still-new sensation. It was sweet, his lips ghosting over yours breathlessly as you nestle your nose gently against his in a slow eskimo kiss. 

“I’ve liked you for so long,” Mark whispers in between kisses, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long”.

You answer by gripping the fabric of his collar to pull him in deeper, moving your lips rhythmically against his. 

“I think I’ve liked you for a while too,” you admit as you catch your breath, “I just didn’t understand it. Or some part of me wasn’t ready to admit it”.

“That makes sense” Mark rests his forehead on yours, smiling, “I would have waited a thousand years if that’s what you needed”.

Again and again, he captivated you with his words. He was so good to you and never made you feel like you were anything less than perfect. Day after day, his patience with you never faded and slowly, you let him break down your walls. His comforting smile and optimism always filled you with reassurance and peace. 

So standing there, making out in the boy’s locker room, illegally, in the dead of night on a Tuesday, you became sure. You were sure that you wanted him in your life. You were sure you wanted to try to be a part of his. As you pressed your lips to his and as he ran his fingers through your hair, there was no turning back.

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[feirceangel]

Imagine | Broken Leg (Lost Boys)

Imagine breaking your leg and dealing with the repercussions.

Word Count: 862

A/n: Hello! I write mainly on Wattpad (under the same username), but I’ve decided to move most of my imagines here! I am still quite new to tumblr so please forgive any mistakes. Enjoy! (also, the gif isn’t mine, credit to the rightful owner)

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Currently laying in a hospital bed, you can't stop staring out the window which is located right next to your bed.

Chewing on your lip, you run over the events of the day.

It all went well until a few hours ago when you tripped going down a large flight of stairs. That was where your day took a literal turn for the worse.

Because, of course you couldn't make it out unharmed. No, you just had to break your leg.

Tears start to form in your eyes as you recall the horrifying and painful feeling of your bone snapping clean in half.

That was awful.

And now you're worrying about what your boyfriends will think of it all.

As it is, they dislike the fact that you haven't turned in a vampire yet and this will just be icing on the cake.

Sighing deeply, you watch the sun start to set, knowing that the boys will find you even in the hospital.

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"Where'd Y/n go?" Marko is the first to question her disappearance as he pets one of his birds.

No one answers, simply because they don't have a clue.

David stands from his wheelchair, "Let's go find out."

Paul whoops and shouts, racing towards the exit with a lively Dwayne right behind him.

The four vampires start their bikes up and race towards the city, grinning all the way.

~

It's been fifteen minutes since the sun left the world in darkness, and yet here they are, flying in front of the hospital window with growing concern.

Why is she in the hospital?

That is the only question on their minds as they look in through the window.

Inside, you smile in relief as you notice them, motioning for them to enter. Luckily the window is unlocked and they have no trouble opening it.

"Baby, what happened?" Paul is the first to speak, his usual relaxed expression displaying worry.

They all await an explanation as you start to tear up again.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"Hey, it's okay," Dwayne sits on the side of the bed, grabbing your hand, "Just tell us what happened."

You inhale a few calming breaths before flipping the blanket off your leg which now resides in a bright white cast.

"I broke my leg," you say.

Four pairs of eyes are glued to your leg as your tears dry up.

"How?" Is David's question.

"Uh, I sorta fell down the stair last at work," you admit. "It's kinda funny if you think about it."

Marko shares a glance with Paul before smirking, "It is pretty funny. I keep telling you you're a klutz."

You stick out your tongue at him, laughing along with the blond vampires.

Dwayne finally cracks a smile, "I'm glad you're okay."

"When can you leave?" David asks as he lights a cigarette.

"The doctors said right away, but I can't walk for awhile," you glare at your leg. "At least I'm hopped up on pain meds though."

Dwayne presses his forehead against yours, "I'm sorry we weren't there for you."

"Hey, it's not your fault. If anything it's my fault for being clumsy," you chuckle and wrap your arms around him. "You're here now anyways."

Paul and Marko, not ones to be left out, join the hug, careful of your injury.

"This is why you should turn already," David mentions, puffing out smoke.

You roll your eyes, "I told you, next year. Just have patience, 'kay?"

He huffs and turns away, "Let's go."

Dwayne hooks his arms around you, carrying you bridal style as they all begin to fly away.

Back at the cave, the Marko and Paul scurry around, making you a nest of pillows and blankets that the dark haired vampire sets you upon.

Muttering a thanks, you cling to Paul's leg as he walks by. He smirks down at you, "Yeah, babe?"

"Cuddles?" You ask, pouting pointedly.

He grins, instantly lying beside you and cocooning you in his arms, "Of course."

After a few moments of peace, Dwayne plays your favourite music and comes to lay beside you as well, holding your hand in his.

A soft scratching noise comes from your cast, making you look towards it.

Smiling sheepishly, Marko holds up a marker, "Can I?"

"Knock yourself out," you smile.

He grins and gets to work drawing on your cast.

"Hey, I wanna sign it too! Leave some room!"

You laugh at their antics, Paul playfully kicking Marko away before it turns into a wrestling match.

With the spot beside you now opened up, David takes it, gazing at you intensely.

"I can't wait until you turn, Y/n. I don't want you to get hurt ever again."

Your heartbeat quickens, "Aw, David. You're worried about me?"

"Course not."

"Ha, big mean David is worried," you tease him.

He scowls, about to walk away again until you grab ahold of him, "Don't worry, I'll turn soon enough."

Honestly, you may turn sooner than you planned because the truth is you're scared. What if something worse happened before you were immortal?

Snuggling up to your boys, you let the worries go, eyes closing with contentment.

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[temilyrights]

layover

Summary:  Jack Sloane x Reader. What happens when Reader and Jack's flight to D.C. gets cancelled and they have to share a bed? Cue a very panicked reader. Fluff, banter, and like two seconds of heat. 

A/N: I've been working on this for months with little to no success but finally, today I had a burst of motivation and managed to finally piece together an ending. Honestly, I'm a little confused about how? because I'm hungover and that's probably a good sign that I shouldn't upload but here you go anyway hah! (Also somehow I managed to write fluff while emotionally distraught about Maria/Jack?? This story really was completed against all odds). I didn’t do a final read-through of this so apologies in advance. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated:) Enjoy!

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You sigh, collapsing onto your bed for the night. The covers ruffle beneath you but you can’t find the energy to care. You and Jack had been in Seattle for the last few days assisting on a case and were meant to currently be sitting on an aeroplane on your way back to D.C., however, you’d arrived at the airport only to discover your flight had been cancelled and the next one you could both get on wasn’t until tomorrow morning. 

Which, okay, wasn’t a big deal, apart from the fact when you’d called the hotel to try and get your rooms back, they’d only had one available due to a conference being hosted in the hotel over the next few days. Jack had said she didn’t mind sharing, she was tired and didn’t really want to spend the next hour searching for another hotel in the hopes of maybe finding somewhere else, so you’d agreed.

And now here you were, in a hotel room with only one bed, which you were going to have to share with the woman you’ve kind of been hopelessly in love with for months, and you were freaking out just a little bit. 

“All yours,” Jack says as she exits the bathroom dressed in her pyjamas. She’s wearing a matching navy-blue tank top and shorts set and your mouth goes dry at the sight, your eyes lingering too long on the deep scoop of the neckline before drifting downwards to her exposed legs. You quickly snap your eyes away when you realise what you’re doing, jumping up from the bed as a blush rises up your cheeks. You only pause long enough to grab your toiletries bag and pyjamas before hurriedly making your way into the bathroom muttering a ‘thanks’ to Jack without actually looking her in the eye. 

You drag out your routine by taking a shower. Usually, you’d just wait until the morning, but you needed to calm down and showering was the best option you had of doing that. It works because when you step out the shower, wrapping a surprisingly fluffy towel around your body, you’re feeling a lot better. 

You dry your hair until it’s damp. You wouldn’t fall asleep for a couple of hours anyway and you liked to let it air dry as much as possible. You grimace when you pull out the pyjama top you’d brought with you. An old oversized t-shirt that wasn’t flattering in the slightest. Sighing, you shrug it on along with some grey sleep shorts. 

Jack’s sitting on the left side of the bed flicking through the room service menu when you exit. You stifle a laugh, arching a brow, as you make your way over. The two of you had only had dinner a couple of hours ago. Jack rolls her eyes playfully as she looks up to you. “You can laugh all you want but I’m hungry.” 

You shrug, holding your hands up in surrender as you drop onto the bed next to her. “I didn’t say anything.”

Jack’s hums. “I can practically feel your judgement.” She hands you the menu before leaning over to the bedside table to grab the phone. “I’m getting one of their sandwiches, want anything?” 

You look over the menu brows shooting up when you see the prices. “You’re going to spend $10 on a sandwich?” 

“It’s a good sandwich,” Jack responds defensively. 

“But $10! I could literally buy you everything in that sandwich, it would be cheaper and you could probably make like eleven of them.” 

Jack snatches the menu from you. “Don’t get anything then.” 

You snatch it right back “I didn’t say that.” Jack smirks. “Just a thing of fries, please.” You hand her back the menu, and she places the order with a smug smile on her face. 

Thirty minutes later you’re sitting next to each other on top of the covers, eating your food and watching reruns of Friends. Jack’s been eyeing your fries since they arrived and without turning to look at her you hold out the bowl. 

“Thank you.” She grins, happily taking a couple before turning back to the tv. 

You watch TV for a little longer, Jack’s soft laughs fill the room and you find yourself getting increasingly more focused on her (and her legs). You need a distraction, so you grab your laptop from your bag, there was a report you still needed to finish that you’d planned to do on the plane and then send it back to the Seattle office when you had landed, but now seemed like as good a time as any. Jack rolls her eyes with a small laugh when she sees what you’re doing. “Really?” 

“Might as well get it done now.” 

“You know, having one evening off wouldn’t kill you.”

No, but you just might. 

“Oh, look.” You sigh, completely unapologetically as you point to your laptop. “It’s already all loaded up, might as well just do it now.”

“And people call me the workaholic.” 

“That would be because you are.” 

Jack opens her mouth in outrage ready to argue but then proceeds to slump her shoulders and sigh. “Okay, true.” You smirk and it only widens when you feel Jack shooting you a glare. “But if you’re going to be boring, I’m going to finally finish reading my book.” 

And, oh god, maybe you should have just stuck with being distracted by her laugh because Jacqueline Sloane in her reading glasses was a whole other level. One you were definitely not prepared for.

She switches off the tv, grabs her book and settles onto her side and you can’t help but glance at her every so often, loving the content smile on her face and the occasional chuckles she releases. She eventually catches you when you stare for a moment too long and sends you a playful wink over the top of her book that has you clearing your throat and quickly returning your attention to your laptop. Even if you can’t focus you don’t let your eyes leave the screen for the next five minutes as you try to gain control of your flaming cheeks. 

Being together like this, just coexisting, felt so intimate. It pulled at your heart how much you wanted this to happen more often. It wasn’t a new feeling, you got it every time you went shopping together, or really just any time you spent together outside of the office because like now, even though you were technically working (although you hadn’t typed more than half a page in the last forty-five minutes), you couldn’t help but think about the amazing woman lying next to you. And as much as your brain was in overdrive because of the close proximity to her, you also couldn’t help but feel grateful that your flight had been delayed. 

You’re so consumed with your thoughts you don’t notice Jack’s moved from the bed until the room plunges into darkness, the only light now coming from your laptop screen. You roll your eyes looking to Jack, whose finger is still resting on the light switch, her face full of faux innocence. “Whoops?”

“Really?” You huff, barely controlling the smile threatening to break out on your face.

Jack just smirks as she returns to the bed, back resting against the propped-up pillows, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. “You can’t work in the dark, bad for the eyes.” 

“Hmm, good thing I’ve got a lamp then.” Careful of your laptop resting on your lap you lean over to your side table and flip the switch. The room fills with a soft glow as your laptop tilts slightly and Jack’s hand flies out to still it. “Thanks-hey!”  You’re just turning back when Jack swipes the laptop and moves it to her lap with a smug smile. 

“Jack-” You try to protest, going to grab it back but she just bats your hand away and in seconds has saved the report and switched it off. 

“Oh, look, It’s already off.” Jack shrugs, smugness radiating off her as she quotes similar words to what you’d said earlier. 

You roll your eyes; you’d be annoyed if you weren’t enjoying Jack’s playful smirk so much (and it wasn’t like you were getting anything done anyway). “Fine.” You huff, reaching out to grab the laptop however Jack picks it up moving it up and out of your reach. “Seriously?” 

“You’ll just load it up again.” 

Ignoring Jack’s remark, you lean over again going to grab it again, but she just moves to place it on her side table and then lays back down. “Fine.” You say, barely containing your growl of frustration. 

You definitely don’t think through what you do next because one minute you’re sitting on the bed next to Jack and the next you’ve moved to hover in her lap, knee’s either side of her hips as you reach for the laptop resting on the table. You grab it, and it’s only when you look down at Jack you realise what you’ve done. Your left-hand rests just below the pillow, the top half of your body hovering above hers as your right-hand stays frozen with the laptop. She arches a brow at you, teeth pulling at her bottom lip to stop the wide grin from taking over her face. Your face heats up and you don’t know why you aren’t moving; you should be moving!

“Comfortable?” smug shit.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You huff, rolling out of her lap and off the bed, returning your laptop to the safety of your bag as you try to calm your thrashing heart and flaming cheeks. 

Jack waits until you turn back around before she speaks. “I would actually.” Behind the amusement, there’s also a genuine curiosity in her voice that makes you pause. You don’t know how to respond, and panic surges through you that has your fight or flight instinct kicking in. 

“I-I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” You quickly make your way to the bathroom and tell yourself the disappointment you hear in Jack’s sigh is just your imagination. 

When you return Jack has moved to lie under the covers, the sheets resting all the way up to her shoulders. Both your smiles are a little forced as you make your way over, pausing by your bedside table. “Am I alright to turn the light off?” 

Jack nods. “Yeah, that’s fine.” 

The room plunges into darkness and you slip under the covers, making sure to keep plenty of distance between the two of you. 

“You know, I won’t bite.” Jack laughs. You turn to face her not at all surprised by her playful smirk. “I mean unless you’re into that sort of thing.” 

“Original.” You huff cheeks heating up, and you just hope it’s dark enough that Jack won’t be able to notice. The floor was becoming increasingly more tempting.

“Originality is overrated” Jack smirks. “But seriously, move up the bed before you fall off.” 

There’s no use fighting her, so you shuffle over, moving more to the centre of your pillow. Jack still doesn’t look completely satisfied but she doesn’t say anything, just rolls closer. Your eyes had adjusted to the lack of light and you could easily make out Jack. She’s looking at you with a soft smile that has your heart thumping in your chest. 

“You better not snore.” You huff, turning to lie on your back to get away from her all-knowing eyes, and efficiently breaking the moment. Jack chuckles but doesn’t offer a response.

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You’re not sure exactly how long you’ve been lying still, staring up at the ceiling, but you know it must be over the thirty-minute mark at this point. You’d long ago given up with trying to attempt sleep. Your brain just wouldn’t switch off. You couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if you’d leaned down and kissed Jack rather than rolling off her lap. Would you now be lying in her arms instead of staring up at the ceiling pretending you were oblivious to the fact that she was as wide awake as you...or would you be lying on the floor cursing everything in you for being stupid enough to risk it all. 

Jack shifts on the bed rolling over to face you, eyes trained on the side of your head. Your gaze remains fixed on the ceiling even after she sighs, “Can’t sleep?” You don’t respond. Jack huffs, and reaches her foot out, poking your leg. “Oi.” 

You slowly roll your head to the side, brow raised. Jack’s expression is bordering on a pout, and you are very aware that her foot is still resting on your leg, sending heat prickling through your skin. “It’s very difficult to sleep when someone is talking to you.” 

“Yeah, you should tell your brain to shut up.” Your mouth drops open and your cheeks flame red as Jack’s smirk dampens to a soft smile. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“I, uh…” You swallow roughly, mouth suddenly very dry. Jack watches you patiently, giving you the time to work out what to say, but the thing was you didn’t want to say anything. You couldn’t stand the thought of ruining your friendship. Jack was just too important to you. “It’s nothing. It doesn’t matter.” Jack’s shoulder slump in disappointment as a quiet sigh escapes her lips. 

Jack’s known something was off with you for weeks now. She hadn’t said anything, but you’ve noticed the concerned looks she’s been sending your way and how she’s been subtly trying to motivate you to open up to her. And if what was playing on your mind wasn’t her, then you would have. You know it wouldn’t be long until she started pushing a little harder and that terrified you. How do you explain to one of your closest friends that you’ve fallen head over heels in love with her when you know she’ll never reciprocate it? 

You avert your eyes from Jack’s, hoping your feelings hadn’t leaked onto your face. “It’s late, we should get some sleep.”

“Right because that’s been working out so well for us for the last hour.” 

“Fine. Is there something you want to talk about then?” You were probably going to regret asking that, but you do anyway, and roll onto your side to face her properly. It brings you closer to her than you expect it to, and your eyes immediately dart to her lips before you catch yourself and quickly look away. 

“How about what’s bothering you?”

“Jack,” You whine, rolling over to lie on your back again. You can barely move before Jack’s hand darts out and grabs your arm. 

“I think you’ll find I won’t react in the way you’ve convinced yourself I will.” Your entire body tenses and you’re incredibly grateful you’re currently not looking at her. There’s no way she could know, right? You’d been subtle enough. I mean, well, Ellie had worked it out, but she only thought it was a harmless crush. Jack didn’t know. She couldn’t. 

Jack tugs you so you face her properly again. Your fear must be showing because her face softens and she begins to rub a calming pattern with her fingers onto your arm, your body melts. “I was scared by the strength of my feelings, and I knew you were too, but it wasn’t until a few weeks ago when you started to try and pull away from me, that I realised you thought I didn’t feel the same way.” Your heart thumps in your chest, your eyes darting between hers with slight desperation because there’s just no way she’s saying what you think she is. “Which to be honest I don’t understand because I’ve been flirting with you for months.”

Your mouth falls open. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“Why would I joke about this?” Jack frowns. “Is it seriously so hard to believe I have feelings for you?” 

“Yes. You’re this astonishing, smart, gorgeous wom-” Jack slams her lips against yours, efficiently cutting your words off. It takes your brain a second to catch up with what's happening, but the second it does you respond with equal enthusiasm. Jack’s hand slides from your cheek to your neck, pulling you closer as her tongue brushes your lips seeking entrance that you’re only too happy to comply with. 

You only pull away when the need to breathe becomes too strong. Jack’s shaky breath mixes with yours as you stare at each other. “So,” you say when your breathing was closer to its regular rhythm “come here often?” 

Jack rolls her eyes as a wide smile spreads across her face and she releases a small chuckle. “Is that the best you’ve got?” 

“I’ll show you my best.” You mumble, nudging Jack so she rolls onto her back, and straddle her lap. Her brown eyes sparkle up at you in amusement, and she’s just so beautiful, her blonde hair splayed across the pillow beneath her, that wide smile now a devilish smirk that takes your breath away. It’s unreal the effect she has on you, you should probably be embarrassed by how a single look from her could set your whole body alight. 

You stare at her, taking her in, and then do exactly what you’d wanted to do an hour or so beforehand, you lean down and kiss her. Both of you are smiling too much to deepen the kiss, but it doesn’t matter…that is until Jack’s fingers start teasing up your thigh. Your wriggle in her lap as your body begins to heat up, and then suddenly, in one slick movement, she’s flipped the two of you over. She hovers above you, that tantalising smirk still present as her eyes dance with mischief and you squeal in surprise. 

“Jack,” you laugh. She captures your lips with kisses that turn you to putty. You’ve basically melted into the mattress by the time her lips part from yours to leave a trail of kisses from your jawline down to your throat. Your hips buck and a soft moan escapes your mouth when she grazes her teeth against your pulse point. “I thought you said you didn’t bite.” You smirk, breathlessly. 

“I said, I wouldn’t unless you’re into that sort of thing and,” Jack repeats the action, nipping enough that you’ll know it’ll leave a mark. You moan, your hand tightening on Jack’s thigh. “I think it’s safe to say you are.” 

You don’t offer a response to that and instead, cup her cheek and guide her lips back to yours. You continue exploring each other's mouths but neither of you attempts to heat the night up anymore.

You surprise the both of you when a wide yawn suddenly breaks free from you. Jack pulls back with a soft laugh, as you look up at her sheepishly, cheeks colouring with embarrassment. “Sorry,” you mumble. 

“Don’t be. It’s been a long day.” Jack’s eyes flick to the clock on your side table before she looks back to you with raised brows. “Wow, It’s already two o’clock. We should probably get some sleep.” She rolls off your lap, and snuggles next to you, arranging the sheets to cover the two of you properly. You hesitate slightly, unsure how to proceed and Jack laughs. “Come here,” She breathes. You oblige, rolling onto your side, and wiggle backwards until you’re safely captured in her embrace. Jack links her fingers with yours and places a soft kiss to the back of your neck. 

“Night, Y/N.”

“Goodnight.” Your eyes fall shut, a content smile drifting over your face. Now feeling very grateful for the mishap with your flight and booked up hotel because without them you’d still be hopelessly pining after Jack who was currently wrapped around you like a koala bear. Sighing, you snuggle back further into her arms and it’s not long before you both succumb to sleep. 

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[indecisivedolly]

Silent Words - Chapter 5

Word count: 1583

Warnings: minor character death (duh), angst, the fluff is building up y’all

Bucky made his way back to the living room and picked up the envelope. He spaced out thinking about how guilty he felt for snapping at her like that, he could’ve told her how he felt in a much more collected way. She looked so shocked and scared. I’m such an asshole. He suddenly looked at the envelope and an idea shot through his head. He picked up his phone and called a friend for more information on this Jackson Frazier.

After talking to his friend, he found out that Jackson Frazier was operating for HYDRA in Leipzig. He looked at the clock; 11:45 PM. It’s a two-hour drive, I could be back before Y/N even wakes up. With his mind made up, he got dressed in his tactical suit and collected some weapons, including a Smith & Wesson model 39 gun and five bullets that belonged to it. Within thirty minutes, he was in the car on his way to Leipzig. He kept seeing her shocked face in front of him, and every time he saw her scared eyes he grew angrier with himself.

Two hours flew by and he found himself at his destination. He has been here before, making it easier for him to find this Jackson guy he was looking for. Leipzig used to be a major HYDRA hotspot, now the city is nothing but an empty HYDRA shell. If you don’t know where to look, you could say that it’s just an ordinary city.

Fortunately, Bucky knows where to look.

It was almost 2:30 AM and all he could think about was Y/N. How he let her down, how she looks even more beautiful. He always thought the first thing would happen but he never imagined that the latter could be possible.

Before he realized it, he found himself in front of the HYDRA meeting place. He looked different than how they remember him, which would give him a little bit more time before the regulars would jump his ass. His eyes roamed around the place to find the man he was looking for.

Before he could walk up to him, he was stopped by a large man. The man eyed Bucky up and down, before stopping at his metal arm. The man frowned. Bucky looked up so that the man could see his face. When realizing that he was standing face to face with the Winter Soldier, the man widened his eyes.

“Der Soldat ist hier! Der Soldat ist hier!” (The soldier is here!) When hearing this, everyone shot up from their seats. Some of them pulled out their guns, some of them grabbed their beer bottles as weapons. Bucky sighed. Man, I really wanted to get this done quickly. The men started attacking Bucky and he took them out one by one as if it was like folding laundry, he hated folding laundry. He didn’t want to leave too many bodies so he just knocked them out.

After knocking out the “innocent” people, he saw Jackson run out of the bar through the back door and he calmly followed him. The man shot all of his bullets at Bucky, but he dodged the bullets easily. Bucky started to grow tired of this stupid game and took a sharp left while Jackson kept running straight forward.

After running for what felt like an eternity, Jackson stopped running to see that the Winter Soldier wasn’t following him anymore. He was gasping for air, thankful that he shook him off. His upper body was bent forwards and he put his hands on his knees, exhausted and still in shock from what happened. The next thing he knows, he’s being pulled into an alley. His shoulder roughly hit the ground. He opened his eyes to see him again.

“You weren’t so stupid to think that you threw me off, were you?” The Winter Soldier said amusingly.

“Wh-what do you want from m-me? Money? I-I can give you money.” A desperate attempt to save himself and he knew it. The soldier started laughing loudly.

“Money? I think it’s a bit too late to use money as a tool to save yourself. But I did hear you owed someone a lot of money.” He said the latter in a singsong voice.

“Who? I-I swear I’ll pay them double the amount I owe them.” The man stammered.

Bucky smiled and crouched to reach the man’s face. “Don’t worry, the man you owe money to is dead.” He saw the man relax a bit. “But unfortunately, now you will be too. Tell Nour Roux his daughter said hi.” Bucky stood back up on his feet.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Five times thirty-nine. 

He got into the car and looked at the time. 3 AM. Good, he thought. He drove home and quietly entered the house. When he got to his bedroom, he realized he was exhausted. He took off his clothes, leaving him only in his boxers, and fell onto his bed. A soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes, Bucky was stuck in a pitch-black maze, having only her blood-curdling screams to guide him to her.

“Please don’t do this.” She cried.

He started running faster to where her hoarse voice came from.

“Oh god, pl-please please please.” He heard her recite like a prayer. She started screaming once again.

I’m almost there papillon, please hang on.

There she was, lying in the middle of this godforsaken maze. He didn’t see her chest move. Slowly, he got closer, and what he saw made his legs give in. He fell on his knees, still not processing what he saw. There she lay, as angelic as always. With a bruise circling her neck and her necklaces pulled tight around it. The butterflies lay on her neck as if they were her familiars who failed to save her. He looked at the butterflies. 

He was always enchanted by those necklaces as if they took him back to a past life. 

He was too late. If he had come for her sooner, she would’ve been safe. She would’ve been his. But now, she’s no more than a free spirit.

Then, he shot up. He heard someone screaming, shortly afterward realizing that it was him. Then, he felt a pair of smaller arms tightly around him. One around his shoulders and one on his hair. He smells a familiar scent and hears a familiar voice. He feels her fingers scratching his scalp and her breath on the side of his face. He closed his eyes and tried to stabilize his breathing. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. You’re James Buchanan Barnes, born in 1917 in Brooklyn. You’re currently in the safehouse in Berlin with me, Y/N Roux.”

Y/N.

He exhales the air he didn’t know he was holding. If he wasn’t in his current state, he would’ve found it adorable that she still remembered how to calm him down. Just like she did in Bucharest. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that it wasn’t another one of his HYDRA dreams, that his dream was about losing her. Then, he let himself go into her embrace. 

She was safe. She was safe.

He woke up to an empty bed, still remembering her arms around his body as he fell asleep. Was it a dream? He thought. No, I could never be granted such peaceful dreams. He got up out of bed and took a quick shower. When he left the bathroom, he took in the scent of freshly ground coffee and cooked bacon. He entered the kitchen to find her standing with her back to him, placing the cooked eggs on each plate. He quietly sat down at the kitchen table and stared at her, the sheer domesticity of it all kicking into him just now. 

If only I came back for her as soon as I could instead of being a coward. 

Then her body went rigid, feeling his presence just now. “Do you really have to be this stealthy around me?” She said, her back still turned towards him. 

“No, this was just payback for that scare in my house.” He replied amusingly. Y/N picked up the cups of coffee and placed them on the table. Then she grabbed the plates and put them next to the cups, sitting next to Bucky. They started eating quietly. Y/N hesitantly started talking. 

“I found myself frequently wondering if you survived the snap or not.” She said softly. “Even if you did survive, I understood that you couldn’t have come for me.” 

Another pause. “You know, saving the world and all.” Unable to look at him. She was fumbling with her necklaces.

 “Going soft on me, doll?” He said in a teasing tone. Sensing mock and malice in his voice, her head shot towards him; “Don’t get too used-“. 

His eyes. Normally filled with nothing, now filled with soft tenderness.

The kind that you would find in your lover’s eyes after opening yours and finding them admiring you after making love all night.

She forgot what she was saying but quickly regained her posture, clearing her throat and finishing her breakfast with her gaze glued to her plate. 

He noticed, he always noticed.

He smiled, keeping his eyes on her a little bit longer before continuing eating breakfast, thankful for being able to spend some time with her now.

If it was up to him, moments like this could last forever. 

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[for-a-muse-of-fire]

and the damaged love she made

the wench and the witcher

“and the damaged love she made”

Fandom: The Witcher (2019)

Paring: Geralt of Rivia x Fem!POC Reader.

Summary: Ghosts and guilt make for poor bedfellows.

Warnings: NSFW/18+ - Nipple-play, orgasm denial (kind of?), table sex, sex as a coping mechanism.

A/N: Y’all want some angst with your smut? ‘Cause I got you some angst to go with your smut. Title and lyrics below the cut from (another) one of my favorite Hozier songs - “To Be Alone.” Hoz mentioned that this song is about “trying to love a damaged person in modern society” and, well, if the shoe fits. This did get a tad longer than expect, but thank you guys, as always, for reading.

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But I don't know what else that I would do Than to try to kiss the skin that crawls from you Than feel your weight in arms I'd never use It's the god that heroin prays to

You jerk awake with a sharp inhale, startled from the oblivion of sleep with a suddenness that makes your heart kick double-time. For a moment, you can’t get your bearings - all you’re certain of is the frantic rush of blood in your ears. The room is dark, your vision doesn’t adjust right away; you blink hard as you rub your eyes and try to figure out what the fuck, exactly, jostled you awake. Your confusion – irritation – is tempered when you hear the breathless grunt beside you.

 The sound makes your heart sink.

 Geralt is moving fitfully when you turn to face him. There’s a tension to his jaw and a crease to his brow that makes you frown. He’s breathing heavily, short and shallow pants that seem to match the erratic twitch of his closed eyelids. The paleness of his skin is highlighted by the fine sheen of sweat that covers him. You hear him grunt again, like he’s been struck, and then his body goes taught – the veins in his neck and forehead pulsing visibly under his skin.

 “No,” Geralt mutters. “No more.”

 Your stomach twists over itself. “Geralt,” you whisper as you sit up.

 He flinches when you touch him, twisting his face away from the brush of your fingertips. The noise that pushes up through his clenched teeth makes something go sour in your belly. He groans like a dying man, “Renfri.”

 “Geralt,” you try again, louder. “Hey, wake up.”

 Against your better judgement, you swing a leg over his hips. One hand braces you on his heaving chest and you can feel his heart thundering beneath your fingers – faster than you’ve ever felt it.

 “Geralt,” you call to him. “Geralt, wake up. Come on now – .”

 The touch of your fingers on his cheek is what snaps him into wakefulness. It’s a violent coming to, a blur of movement that startles a gasp out of you. The Witcher sits bolt upright and you barely rear back in time to keep him from cracking his forehead into your nose. His hands band around your wrists, hard, and you wince against the sudden pressure. Geralt’s golden eyes are wild, frantic, darting around the dark room with the look of a cornered street dog; his lips curl away from his teeth in a silent snarl.

 “Hey – hey – it’s all right,” you tell him in soft, firm voice. “Geralt, look at me. Geralt.”

 Those sharp gold eyes snap to your face the second time you call his name. You see anger, and pain – fear – flash over his face before he shuts down. Suddenly, he’s marble-cold and unreadable.  He drops your hands, almost pushing them away, and you have to scramble aside as he rises.

 “Geralt,” you start. “Darling – “

 Nothing. The Witcher yanks on his trousers, throws on his shirt, and disappears out the bedroom door; you watch him go with a sigh, scrubbing your hand over your face. It’s old hat, this shut out, but it doesn’t sting any less. For all the warmth and kindness that he is capable of, you find it easy to forget how quickly he can turn cold. Sitting up, you reach for your shift.

 To be fair, you imagine it’s how he’s survived so long.

 The cold floorboards help clear the last vestiges of sleep from your mind and you simply sit for a moment. You breathe. You temper your worry, focus your hurt, and do your best to come to some kind of center. Pity won’t do – he hates pity – but that’s not what makes you stand and finally go looking for the wayward Witcher.

 Geralt sits at one of the empty tables downstairs, elbows braced on the worn wood. His face is cast mostly in shadow, but the bit of moonlight from the windows paints his hair with silver. You watch him go tense, hear him inhale once, sharply, as your take the last step down to the main floor. Your fingers grip the railing for a moment. The temptation is there – the question is heavy on the back of your tongue. You recognize the name he called out. It’s a name you’ve heard him murmur in his sleep before; murmur, or shout. It’s like it’s branded on him, you think. Scarred over, like so much of the rest of him, and so you don’t ask about Renfri.

 You don’t ask about Blaviken.

 “Do you want me to leave you be?” you ask instead.

 He doesn’t answer, but that’s answer enough – the silence pricks at you, needles in as you try to remember it’s not personal. “All right,” you murmur. “Just… come back to bed when you can?”

 You make it up a step or two and then you hear it:

 “Wait.”

 He’s watching you when you turn. That gaze stays heavy on you as you cross the distance over the cold stone floor. You stop close at his side, weight eased back against the edge of the table. Honey-gold eyes peer up at you as Geralt reaches out; one big hand grips your waist and you shuffle at his insistent tug until you’re settled directly in front of him. He seems to study you. The intensity of it shivers over your skin, but then Geralt curls forward until his face is pressed to your belly. After a moment’s hesitation, you touch him – tangle both hands through the soft fall of his whitecap hair.

 His breath rushes hot through the cotton of your shift. He rubs into you in an almost feline gesture and you try not to squirm.

 Calloused fingers ghost their way up the backs of your legs. You feel the press of lips over your belly – damp, questing kisses that stir smoldering warmth in their wake. There’s the rattle of wood over stone as Geralt nudges his chair away to stand. His mouth leaves its exploration of your covered stomach only to slant over yours in a kiss that makes your toes curl. It’s an all-consuming kind of a kiss; greedy and wanting, as if he can flush out his past by drinking you down instead. It’s not dissimilar to being caught in the river’s current. You hold on tight, grip his hair – grasp at his collar – or risk being swept under entirely.

 This won’t fix it. You know that. Even through the haze of your growing arousal, you think you should stop, ask him to stop, make him talk to you. This is a bandage on a festered would.

 But he’s already shut you out once tonight. So you hold fast.

 Geralt lifts you without so much as a pause and then you’re pressed back onto the table with the Witcher looming over you; his mouth breaks with yours and goes searching again. The path he finds takes him down your thundering pulse point. He tracks your goosebumps over the ridge of your clavicle and farther, until the neckline of your shift gets in the way. Strong fingers tug it down, then grip over the exposed flesh. His fingers twist around one nipple and his mouth covers the other; you arch with a gasp of his name when the pleasure fires a line straight to your cunt.

 He sets his teeth into the sensitive flesh, bites hard enough that the pain blurs with the pleasure – you shudder out a moan. Your other breast receives the same treatment from his deft fingers. He is singularly focused on your skin under his hands, his mouth, and you writhe under him. You feel the swollen, slippery throb of want settle between your legs. It sings in your veins, buzzes over your skin, and your orgasm is like a shock – a jolt that pulls a started cry from you. Geralt greedily claims the sound with his mouth over yours. You can feel the slick of you coating your inner thighs as you tremble.

 The mutant pulls you to sitting, one hand gripping at the side of your neck while the other works open the buttons of his trousers. You grasp at him, fingers curled his shirt collar. He ruts towards you, pushes his cock through your swollen folds and then he’s buried to the hilt. It’s a flash of pleasure, a harsh stretch that borders on too much. Your spine snaps up straight, the motion tearing your mouth away from the Witcher’s as you cry out to the dark ceiling. His voice coils around your, low and wrecked; the hand pressed at the side of your neck slides back to fist in your hair.

 He braces. You expect fast. You expect desperate, and bruising – you expect him to use you to drive the last fragments of the nightmare away. He’s done it before. But now…

 Geralt doesn’t move. You can feel him, hard and thick, stretching you open as you pulse around him and it’s torture. His breath puffs out against your neck, hot and sharp. He fills you, so well – gods so fucking well – but he won’t move. It makes you quake, dizzy and drunk with lust, as your thighs tremble around his hips.

 “Please,” you plead brokenly. “Geralt, please. I need – mmph – “

 “What do you need, sweetheart?”

 His voice is a rock-slide growl, thunder and smoke, and so sensual that you clutch hard around him with a whimper. He moans into your skin. You feel the tug of his fingers, pulling your hair at the roots to force your head back, force you to stare up into his face.

 Gods, he’s so fucking beautiful. “You need me, hm?” he rasps again. “Yeah, you need me, don’t you?”

 A roll of his hips has you seeing stars, makes you mewl, “Yes, gods – “

 “Tell me. Tell me how much…”

 Geralt’s eyes are molten, shining back at you from the dark, but you see something unexpected. It’s a kind of desperation. He searches your face, for what you’re not sure, but the intensity of it is overwhelming. His hips rock forward, just once, and you choke back a cry.

 “I need you,” you gasp to him. “Need you so much it fucking hurts, Geralt, I -  “

 Another slow thrust – you moan, “Fuck – I need you, I need you – I always need you.”

 He snaps forward, sudden and brutal enough that you shout with it. It’s a maddening rhythm that he finds. Deep, slow drags that pull the head of his cock over a place inside of you that fires something electric under your skin. It makes your eyes roll back, makes you pant and grunt, and beg and gods it’s so good. You feel the Witcher rasp his lips over the line of your jaw, stubble rough on your humming skin; you grip his shirt so hard that it makes your fingers ache.

 “Come for me.” It’s not a command, not an order – but a low, ragged plea, “Come for me, sweetheart – “

It rages through you, this sudden climax, blinding hot and without mercy – you keen for him and shut your eyes against it. Geralt’s rhythm falters as you squeeze down around his length; over the ringing in your ears, you hear his strangled moan. He pulses inside of you, fills you until you’re ripe and dripping with him. The dull throb of him makes you shiver and gasp into his shoulder.

 Your limbs feel somehow leaden and too light, all at once.

 Geralt’s thumb sliding over your jaw coaxes you back down to earth. You let him tip your head up again and stare up into that gods-carved face of his. He’s studying you again, fond and intense. Its hard to breathe when he looks at you like that.

 “Come back to bed, Geralt,” you murmur to him, finally. “Come keep me warm, hm?”

 The Witcher nods, hums low in his acquiescence. He doesn’t smile at you, not quite, but it’s a close thing. Your questions remain, whispering insistently in the back of your mind, but you set them aside for now. For tonight, for now, Geralt seems himself again. For tonight, you won’t share a bed with a ghost and its guilt. And that’s enough.

 It has to be.

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[inneedofsomehope]

Intensify ~ Monsta X Shownu

Pairing: Female reader X Shownu

Genre: Angst, Smut(ish)

Warnings: None to note

Words: 1.6K

[Masterlist]

A/N: This one-shot is based on a request from an anonymous reader. I haven't been active lately because I haven’t been feeling all too well, but I will try and write more content for all my loyal readers :D. I Don’t really feel like writing smut right now so ya’ll can use your own imagination.

You and your partner Sohn Hyun-woo had been tracking a serial killer that was currently active in Seoul for the past two months, without much success, but now you had gotten a tip about his whereabouts. The both of you were not planning on sitting around and you decided not to waste any time and pay the serial killer a visit.  While in the car towards the location，you and him talked over the plan once more. 

‘Ok, so you will break down the front door, then he will probably try and flee out of the back door, where I will be waiting,’ Hyun-woo says, securing the belt that holds his taser and his gun. ‘Yes that is the plan, indeed,’ you respond keeping your eyes fixated on the road in front of you. You have left the highway far behind and the hardened road has turned into a mere dirt path. If you squint your eyes you can see the vague outline of a building in the distance. What will the two of you encounter when entering that building, you think to yourself, a bit nervous since this is a serious case you’re dealing with.  ‘What will you do when he comes your way?’ the serious voice of your partner breaks your internal conversation. ‘I will wait and see if he is weaponed, if so, and he pulls a weapon, I will taser him.’ Hyun-woo nods pleased with your quick and correct answer. Since you don’t work for the Seoul Criminal Justice department for very long, you are not allowed to work with heavy guns. Part of you is relieved that you are not allowed to use it, part of you is a bit scared that you do not have anything other than a taser to protect yourself. 

As the car nears the building, your nerves grow inside, you can barely swallow anymore and you feel like all your senses are on hyperalert. Suddenly you feel a big, warm hand on your knee, startling you a bit. ‘Don't be so jumpy, Y/N. It will all be fine.’ You briefly throw a look towards your partner, catching his eye, a warm feeling floods through your body. You have had these strange, confusing feelings towards him since the day you met him, but your professionalism forbids you from paying attention to these feelings. 

You park the car about three-hundred meters away from the building, hidden from view by a group of trees, you will travel the last bit by foot, not risking being seen by the culprit. The key to your visit is the surprise. Slowly the both of you walk towards the building, Hyun-woo softly touching your hand, a reassuring gesture. 

With all your might, you kick down the front door of the building, making as much noise as you can, after you have gotten your sign from Hyun-woo. ‘POLICE!’ you yell into the dark hallway. Slowly you walk into the building, holding your taser and a flashlight in front of you. The building smells awful, and it doesn’t look like as if someone has taken their residence inside. Your gut feeling tells you that there is something off. Slowly, warily you continue searching the building. At the end of the hallway there is a door, slightly opened. A vague light comes through the door, he must have been inside that room, fled as soon as you entered. You carefully open the door, not noticing the chain reaction you are starting by moving the door. You walk further into the room, pinpointing that this has to have functioned as living room, as well as kitchen. 

‘Y/N YOU MUST GET OUT OF THERE N-...’ you hear Hyun-woo scream into the headset, but at the same moment there happens so much that you can’t take notice of it all, let alone flee the room. The movement of the door had knocked over a glass of water, starting a chemical reaction, leading towards the place that had served as the kitchen, exploding, making the instable roof collapse. You fall down in the position that you have learned during training. Your knees on the ground, as well as your hands, body folded over your knees, arms and hands protecting your head, but it is a futile attempt to save yourself, you think to yourself as the roof collapses on top of you. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

‘Y/N!’ 

You hear a vague yelling as you slowly open your eyes. There is a lot of dust in the air and you are not able to move. ‘Hyun-woo...’ your throat is clogged with smoke and dust and your voice is barely above a whisper. Soon you feel some weight being lifted off of your body. ‘Y/N, are you there? Can you hear me? Are you ok?’ You can distinguish the fear and panic in Hyun-woo’s voice. 

‘I’m here, I think I am ok.’ 

After a minute or so you can see some light and you can move your body, pushing the rest of the roof off of yourself. Immediately Hyun-woo picks you up, holding you carefully as he runs out of the burning building. Once safe in the car he turns towards your body, checking for serious injuries, but besides a cut on your head and a couple of bruises you are, thankfully, fine. ‘Jesus, you scared me to death...’ Hyun-woo is barely able to form a coherent sentence, his face fear-stricken, his hear disheveled. ‘I am fine, let’s go get out of here before more explodes.’ 

During the drive back to the base the Seoul Criminal Justice is located in, Hyun-woo can’t help but check up on you every five minutes. Your heart flutters at his concern, but your brain quickly shuts the feeling down. After arriving at the base, you are checked up on quickly. It is not necessary for you to visit the hospital, but you need to be checked during the night to make sure you don’t have a concussion, so it is agreed upon that you will stay the night at the base, together with Hyun-woo. He has to check up on you every 2 hours. 

You agree, only because Hyun-woo is staying with you. The thing you actually want is to go home, take a warm shower and crawl under your warm duvet, sleeping until you wake up the next day, but instead, you have to sleep in the hard, uncomfortable beds of the base, using the cold shower. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

After everyone has left the base, and you and Hyun-woo are the only two left, you decide that you will go ahead and take a shower. As the cold water pours down on your sore body you shiver. You would have given anything for a warm shower, and you doubt that you are going to get warm again today. It feels weird to step into the cold shower cabin of the base. You have never used it before and the tiles are cold to your feet. You shower quickly, drying your shivering body with a towel and putting on the spare clothes that you got from Hyun-woo. 

‘How are you feeling?’ Hyun-woo his voice echoes through the bathroom. Shyly you step out of the shower stall and face him. ‘I’m feeling ok, a bit cold but nothing extreme,’ sound your answer, voice nothing more than a soft sound. Hyun-woo smiles softly and turns around, walking towards the canteen, currently serving as your so-called living room. You follow his steps and sit down on the sofa. ‘I don’t think that you and I will be working together on this case anymore,’ says Hyun-woo, ‘I think officer Lee and I will finish the job.’ With a startled expression, you look up from your phone. ‘But I am still capable of finishing it together with you!’ your voice sounds louder than you intend, but you can’t take it back now. Within three big strides, Hyun-woo is in front of you, kneeling down in front of the sofa. ‘Y/N, today, my nightmare became reality and I don’t think I can handle it if something would happen to you again.’ ‘Your nightmare...?’ Your brain is working overtime to progress what you just heard. ‘Y/N, I have a confession to make...’ Hyun-woo his face turns red, as well as the tips of his ears and you can’t help yourself but finding it an adorable sight. 

‘I... I have liked you for a while now, or at least, I wasn’t sure that I did, but going through what we have been through today opened my eyes. The chance that I can lose you at any given moment scares me, more than I would like to admit,’ he says under his breath. 

You don’t believe your ears. You are absolutely flabbergasted. ‘I... I...’ But before you can give an answer, Hyun-woo leans forward, grabbing your face between his big hands and kisses you sweetly.  

After kissing his lips, for what seems like an eternity, you pull away. Your breathing is shallow and you feel light-headed. You would never have thought that he would share your feelings.  You have a warm feeling in your stomach and you can feel heat and wetness pool between your legs. 

‘Tell me if you are not ok, or if you feel uncomfortable. Ok?’ 

You nod, not trusting your voice. Seeking the confirmation in your eyes, Hyun-woo leans back onto his heels. As soon as he sees that you are sincere, he pulls you off of the sofa, hoists you up into his arms and carries you to the makeshift bedroom.  

Desire is pooling in his brown eyes, his dark lashes lying softly against his cheekbones as he closes his eyes and leans in to kiss you again. His tongue softly swipes against your lower lip, asking you for entrance. Without hesitation, you grant him access and his tongue softly. 

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[elena-reina]

Just Hear Me Out - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Could I have a fluffy, angsty imagine with Draco Malfoy and Reader? Where Slytherin!Reader and Draco are dating, but she sees him kissing another Slytherin girl (not Pansy because she’s not cute). They get into a fight and she runs away while crying. She goes out by the Black Lake to cry in peace. He had followed her there. [Rest is up to you.] -  briaw96

A/N: I had a bad case of writers block, so I hope you like it.

Warnings: Cursing, Sexual innuendo 

Y/N: Your name 

You slammed your books down onto the table with a loud thud and threw yourself into the chair, pissed. You opened your notebook to a new page and put your pen to the side. Everyone around you looked at you due to the loud impact heard just moments ago. 

“Can I help any of you?!” you snapped at everyone. They all quickly returned back to all of their work, not wanting to engage with you. You huffed and threw your head into your arms, leaning on the table

Why were you mad? There can only be one explanation. 

Draco walked into your classroom and headed to you straight away. He pulled up a chair next to you and sat down, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He leaned forward pressing his head closer to your ear and spoke.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he asked lowly so only you could hear. You didn’t respond. 

He didn’t know why you were upset. All he saw was you storming away to your next classroom, pushing pass anyone that was around you. You even bumped into him, not knowing that he was there. 

“Babe,” he repeated, giving you a light squeeze on your shoulder. You huffed and lifted your head, looking at him. His silver eyes bored into yours as you huffed.

“My mother sent me a howler,” you grumbled. He let out a sigh of relief, thankful that it wasn’t anything worse. You noticed his relaxation and glared at him. He noticed and quickly spoke.

“I’m only relieved because I thought someone had hurt you,” he defended, giving you a quick peck on the side of your head. You gave him a warm smile and pressed your nose to his.

“I know,” you mumbled, “I love you so much.” You pressed your lips to his and pulled away.

“I love you too. I have to get to my class now, but I’ll see you tonight,” he said standing up. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“What? Why not at the Grand Hall?” You asked. 

“I’m going to be doing something real quick, nothing important,” he replied, “But I’ve got to go, love you.” He kissed your cheek and went walking away to his class. 

That was almost strange? Usually he would tell you everything, but this time it seemed as if he was keeping something back. You pushed the thoughts from your head and went to focus on your class.

Soon enough, it was night time and everyone was rushing to get their common rooms. As for you, you were casually strolling through the halls in no rush. You hadn’t seen Draco since that one intervention between you two earlier. As a matter of fact, no one has really seen Draco. 

Not your friends. Not Crabbe or Goyle. Not even Blaise or Pansy.

This raised your suspicion even higher due to the fact that he never really left you by yourself for more than half a day- at the least. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that familiar head of blonde hair and an instant grin immediately sprung on your face.

“Draco!” you shouted cheerfully, but he didn’t hear you and kept walking. You decided to try and catch up to him as you began to quicken your pace. You turned the corner, but he was no where in sight.

“Draco?” you called out once more, but still got no response. You could still hear his voice in the distance, so you knew he was near, but you couldn’t figure out where he was. So you decided to slowly walk around until you got closer to his voice. However, every now and then it would become silent, which threw off your sense of hearing.

Eventually you gave up and made your way over to the Slytherin common room. You decided you were just going to wait on his bed until he came in. Your hand trailed against the wall as you entered into the common room. It was silent since everyone was either still roaming Hogwarts or already in bed. You walked up to Draco’s bedroom door and stood in front of it.

Putting your hand on the cool metal door knob, you didn’t open it just yet. You heard giggling and low mumbling. Given, Draco does share his room with the other Slytherin boys, so it didn’t raise your suspicions as much. However you still were a nosy-body so you pressed your ear to the door and listened.

“Pleeeeease?” a female voice asked.

“You know I can’t,” Draco’s voice replied. You took a moment to blink. He was in his room? With another girl?

You weren’t the jealous type, however he could of at least told you. This whole situation seemed too fishy to you. You pressed your ear to the door once more.

“Yeah... wait what if I do this and...”

It got quiet. You bit your lower lip and looked at your hand still placed on the door knob. You didn’t know whether or not you wanted to open the door. You sucked in a breath and quickly swung the door open. You stood, frozen, staring at the scene unraveling before you.

Draco's back was lying on his bed with Astoria on top of him, kissing him. She was in a skimpy skirt and tight tank top with her robe on, not that it was going to cover much since half of it was off.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you clenched your fists.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy!” you shouted. 

Draco immediately sat up pushing Astoria off of him. 

“Y/N-”

You quickly turned your heel and ran out of his room. You couldn’t believe that she was kissing him. No. You couldn’t believe that HE was kissing HER. 

Draco stumbled to his feet and ran after you as fast as he could. He grabbed onto your arm and held you back.

“Don’t touch me!” you shouted yanking your arm back, leaving the common room. You ignored the stares of everyone passing by you in the hallway as Draco frantically kept chasing after you.

“Y/N, please. You don’t understand,” he pleaded, “Let me explain!”

You wiped your nose with the back of your hands as tears were falling down your face. You didn’t stop once to talk to him and kept going.

Draco didn’t know what to do. He wanted to grab onto you to stop you, but he knew you were going to get more upset if he did. But he also couldn’t just let you leave like that because you were still going to be upset. Weighing his odds, he wasn’t going to let you walk away without talking. He ran in front of you and quickly cornered you against a wall.

“Y/N,” he breathed, more out of breath than normal.

You put your hands on his chest and tried to push him away, but he held his ground.

“Get the fuck away from me, Draco!” you shouted banging on his chest, catching even more stares from the people around you. This time, they walked slower wanting to see the drama going on. 

“Listen, what you saw isn’t what you saw,” he quickly spoke, “Please, look at me.” 

You refused to look at him. You were growing more upset by the seconds. You couldn’t stop your tears from flowing down your cheeks. It killed Draco to see you like this, but even he was getting frustrated by your stubbornness.

“Oh really?! You weren’t just kissing that- that wench?!”

“Just hear me out!” he groaned.

“Let me go! I swear I will knock you out!” you screamed at him, pounding harder and harder on his chest. He grabbed onto your wrists firmly and pressed his body against yours to prevent any further movement. This time, he was frustrated.

“Y/N.” He was keeping his voice low and even. “Why the fuck are you acting like a child! Nothing happened between me and Astoria.”

“Do you take me for an idiot?!” you cried, “I SAW YOUR LIPS ON HERS.”

As each word left your mouth, the more ragged your cries became. You couldn’t help it, you were feeling a wave of emotions all at once. Your boyfriend who you thought loved you was kissing another woman.

“I know it seems that way but it’s not what you think!”

You quickly kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine as he toppled over in pain. You stepped over his pained figure and ran. You covered your mouth to try and control the volume of yours sobs as everyone watched you run away. Draco’s vision blurred from the increasing pain in his groin. He knew he had to follow you otherwise he would lose you. 

Sucking in a breath, Draco shakily stood up and tried to follow you as quickly as possible. Crab and Goyle just so happened to be walking by and noticed Draco’s current state. They rushed to his side and had him put each arm around their neck to stabilize himself.

“Have any of you seen where Y/N headed off to?” he asked.

“I believe it looked like she was headed to the Black Lake,” Crabbe responded.

“Great,” Draco mumbled.

You kept running as fast as you can away from the school for as long as your legs could carry you. You ran all the way to the Great Lake, also known as the Black lake, and plopped yourself down onto a rock, dangling your legs over the water.

You pressed your hands to your face and began to silently cry. Everyone warned you about dating the “bad boy,” but cliche ol’ you never listened. He never acted the way everyone made him out to be. At least not with you. You knew it was all an act of some kind.

“Merlin, how could I have been so stupid,” you muttered to yourself, wiping your eyes as a new batch of tears made their way down your cheeks. The only sound in the distance heard was the rippling of the water and howling of the wind, with a few cry of birds here and there. Normally, this would make someone feel calm and peaceful, however, as for you, the stillness made you want to break down.

“Is that seat taken?” Draco’s low voice spoke, pulling you from your thoughts. You quickly jumped up, and started to walk away.

Can he not understand you want nothing to do with him?

“Y/N, wait, please,” he pleaded, quickly gripping your wrist and pulled you back to him. He spun you around so you were face to face with him. You forcefully pushed him off of you and still headed to go to anywhere else he wasn’t.

Knowing how stubborn you are, Draco just decided to keep up with you instead of stopping you.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to talk, but you are going to at least hear me out,” he began, quickly trying to match your pace as you kept speed-walking.

“Astoria threw herself on to me, okay? She asked me to help her study for Herbology-”

You quickly spun around jabbing your finger into his chest with every word leaving your mouth.

“I. Saw. You. Kissing. Her.”

“No-”

You turned right back around and kept walking. He huffed and still sped-walked beside you.

“What you saw were her lips on top of mine, but I didn’t kiss her back-”

“Then why didn’t you push her off of you the moment you realize she was leaning in! Her fucking clothes were a big enough sign to me that she wanted to fuck you!” you shouted at him, finally coming to a stop, and crossing your arms.

“Because you just so happened to scream my name the moment she did, Y/N! You know I would never betray you like that. I may be many things, but I am not a cheater,” he stated, looking into your eyes.

You closed your eyes and began to cry. Draco hated to see you like this, knowing that it was his fault you were hurting. 

Well, technically Astoria’s- but we get the picture. 

He quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a tight embrace. You were shaking in his arms as you cried. He lightly swayed from side to side, shushing you, smoothing your hair down with one of his hands.

“Shh... I’m sorry baby. I would never do anything to hurt you like that. On Merlin, I wouldn’t,” he shushed, “Please believe me.”

You sniffed, lifting your head. Your watery eyes looked into his sad ones. You were still beyond upset by all means, but the sadness in his eyes gave you a feeling he was telling the truth.

“Draco, I don’t know if I-”

“Please. We can use the Veritaserum and you will see that I am telling you the truth.” Veritaserum is a powerful truth serum. The potion effectively forces the drinker to answer any questions put to them truthfully

“Draco, I,” you frowned, “Did you like the kiss?”

“Absolutely not. The only one I want to kiss is this beautiful woman standing right in front of me,” he immediately answered, “Of course only if this beautiful woman would let me.”

A small smile crept onto your lips as you looked down.

“Will she?” he asked, rubbing small circles on your back. You lifted your chin and pressed a slow kiss to his lips. Draco relaxed into the kiss, thankful that you had forgiven him.

You pulled away and rested your head on his forehead. “If I ever see you around that bitch, I will personally rib your scrotum out. Understood?”

He winced at the thought of that happening. “Crystal clear, baby. I love you, never forget that,” he spoke.

“I love you too,” you replied, intertwining your fingers together and slowly walked back to Hogwarts.

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Bloodlines: Vampire! Dick Grayson X Reader 4/4 Finale

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Y/n stared stunned at who was at the window he climbed inside the bedroom, Dick was staring at her belly trying figure out how to words, While the h/c did the first thing that she vowed to do if he ever came within three feet of her. "N/n--..." before he could even get it out she punched Dick Grayson right in his pretty boy face, he fell to floor clutching his jaw stunned at how strong her punch was and that she managed to knock him off his feet.

Till he noticed the glowing red eyes, heavy breathing and how she was clutching her stomach and realized it was the baby's doing. He's heard about how dhampire children would protect their human mothers while they're pregnant by lending them their power for brief periods time, But only if the mother was in a situation where she feels like she's being threatened in anyway, Dick felt his heart breaking thinking Y/n and his unborn child saw him as a threat.

"I deserved that."

"You ass! do you like playing with my feelings?!"

"It's not like that...Y/n I'm sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't cut it Dick! you left! you just...*urhg*"

Y/n's face went pale she threw her hand over her mouth and ran to Dick's bathroom so her face can make friends with ye' old porcelain throne, with the baby's power heightening her senses she felt Dick's presence move around the room to the bathroom, he crouched down and held back her hair while rubbing circles on her back. The h/c sobbed when she finished heaving Dick pick her up off the floor and placed her on the bathroom counter he turned on the sink and gave her cup of water.

The e/c was still crying as she rinsed out her mouth and drank the rest of the water. "I know, I fucked up royally." He ran a hand through his hair "I shouldn't have left, I should've talked to you instead of running away." He went from her tear stained face the down to her belly he could hear the frantic little heartbeat they created. "And then Tim sent me some of your blood...it tasted off," His lips quivered Y/n noticed the bags under his eyes and how he was restraining himself. 

"I thought..." Y/n gasped suddenly cutting him off causing the blue eyed vampire stand up straighter. "What is it?!" Dick asked frantically scanning her features for any pain or discomfort, the h/c rubbed her belly and sniffled "they're moving." she grabbed a roll of toilet paper and used a few sheets to wipe her eyes her while taking a few shaky breaths.

Dick was confused the moms he's seen on TV or real life are usually happy when something like that happens. "Isn't that good?" He asked resisting the urge reach out feel his..their child kick. Y/n sniffled "You don't get it, six months, they don't move." She took a breath "now you show up and they're flipping around like.. like.." Dick cut the e/c girl off.

"An acrobat?.." He joked then coughed immediately regretting that, Y/n sent him a look that chilled his insides. "I'm going back to bed.." She huffed and went to climb off the counter Dick went help her but, paused when he noticed her scarred hand. he took her hand pulled up her sleeve up and examined the scars these were defense wounds...

Dick eyes went red a growled rumbled from his throat his teeth elongated into a snarl someone attacked Y/n...his mate... his pregnant mate?! "Where's Bruce?" he hissed Y/n flinched at his tone a pulled her arm away from him. "It wasn't his fault..He told me stay in her--" Dick punched the mirror out causing the pregnant woman gasp and cover her belly, that seemed to bring him out of it partially.

"I'm sorry... I trusted him to protect you and he let someone attack you." He growled bringing his cut up hand to his mouth and started lapping up his blood, but froze when he saw the familiar hunger in Y/n's eyes or rather their child's hunger, Dick brought his bloody hand up to her lips "go on N/n..." he coaxed rage slowly simmering away and being replaced with paternal instinct and curiosity whilst trying to get Y/n to feed off him.

The h/c grimaced in disgust, but the baby's hunger was was chipping away at her resolve, she latched onto Dick's knuckle started sucking. She moaned in distaste at the bitter copper taste that touched her tongue. Dick sucked in a breath as he felt his mate's tongue run along his knuckle drinking his blood, he felt a burst of warmth in his chest as the child's energy perk up...that's his kid alright! The vampire found himself leaning close to her neck and started sniffing her Y/n hummed in annoyance at his proximity and chomped down on his fingers.

Dick yelped and pulled away from her and retracting his hand from her mouth. "Still mad?" he frowned the h/c cocked a brow. "What do you think?" she said licking his blood off her lips, the raven haired man would be lying if he didn't find that little hot. She went to climb off the counter only for Dick to suddenly pick her up and carry her to the bed. "I could've gotten down myself." she huffed crossing her arms trying not to look at him.

"Are you ever going to forgive me?"

"I don't know Dick, You weren't the only who lost Wally y'know..."

I Know, It really fucking hit hard and I couldn't coupe--"

"And what about me Richard? did you even think how I felt? Hell it didn't even register with me that he was gone, until I had a breakdown in my bathroom room.... Tim found me because I didn't show up to the funeral and wouldn't answer my phone, he thought I killed myself because I left my bathtub running, the first thing he saw when walked in my house was a locked door and a flooded hallway." 

She felt the baby starting to overtake body again, her eyes were turning red, Y/n took a deep breath while mentally counting down from ten, the grip she had on the side of bed was loosening up and her heart rate slow down, 

"Damn it, how the hell do you live like this." she hissed biting her lip Dick frowned knowing what she's talking about the rage,lust,hunger and the need to hunt...

That was the darkness, a primal instinct that whispers in the back of every vamp's mind. a darkness that he almost embraced on that day a the mall. "Don't try and resist it for one." She looked at the Vampire confused as he sat on the floor next to her legs. 

"that force is part of you, learn to accept it and go with the flow,and overtime control becomes easier." H/c cocked a brow and thought this over then groaned in displeasure burying her head into her hands, how do you control something, without controlling it? Dick chuckle at her reaction.

"that made your head hurt didn't it?" She nodded he rest his head against her knee while his hand rubbed her thigh, causing Y/n to shove him off, he frowned "Don't get fresh with me mister, you're still in the doghouse!" she huffed before grabbing a pillow and tossing it at him. 

"You made your bed Grayson, but you sure ain't sleeping in it..." she jeered before pulling the blankets up and going to sleep. Dick went to the couch in the corner of his room curled up listening to Y/n and their kid's heartbeats as he drifted off.        

Y/n knew that Dick wasn't one to give up so easily, he followed her around all week like a puppy helping H/c at her appointments, since she was carry a half blood she had to go to specialist. Where Dick learn that the kid was underweight from not having it's father's blood to feed off of, but that should change with a proper diet schedule.

The doctor pulled Dick aside and suggest he mix his blood in pudding or jello because most human woman aren't too keen on drinking blood and knowing they're drinking blood best to mask it, Like Tricking a dog to take it's pills by wrapping in cheese. Dick frowned and looked the doctor for a good solid. "Did you just compare my wife to a dog?" He growled eyes narrowing, The doctor looked surprised when the younger vamp say that.

"That thing's your wife? I thought she was just some Scarlet you knocked --ack" Dick had him by the neck and snarled in the doctor's face, before remembering Y/n was in the other room and this guy was going to deliver their kid...or rather was.

Dick dropped him before walking into the waiting room."Y/n ask for your medical records, we're going to a different doctor...." He sneered looking over his shoulder at the doctor who ducked under his desk. "What about Dr. Hu Jass?" She asked bewildered Dick muttered not to worry about it and helped her out of the office.

[Scarlets or rather Scarlet harlots: Are women who purposely let Vamps drink from them in exchange for. Money, Drugs or Sex. Their basically prostitutes who cater to Vampires, It's not uncommon to find a Scarlet pregnant from one-night stands or dead from over drain.]

Dick was in a sour mood as he helped Y/n with her shopping he can't believe the nerve of that doctor! thinking that Y/n was some hooker...It should be obvious that was his! she smells like...His eyes widened realized he had been gone for 6 month, that was more than enough for his scent to wear off, Dick silent walked closely behind Y/n eyeing anyone who so much as looked at her funny, he fluctuated his K.I. field every five minutes, which pretty much warded off any nearby vamps.

Humans however don't have the senses to detect these fields. They were currently looking at clothes when an annoyed masculine voice called to Y/n "Hey! hey you! H/c!" the pregnant let out an annoyed sigh "Not this jackass..." she muttered under her breath and tried to move somewhere else as Dick's eyes narrowed at their uninvited guest.

"Why the hell did you ditch me at the restaurant."

"..."

"Don't you fucking ignore me, I'm talking to you."

"I don't have to explain anything to an abusive ass like you."

"what was that?" Glenn snarled taking a step forward Dick immediately put his arm out and said "Hey back off..." causing the man to stop and glare at the raven haired man standing behind the e/c girl. "Why don't you fuck off pretty boy, this doesn't involve you..." Glenn hissed as Dick's eyes had a faint red glow to them causing the human male to hesitate Glenn then looked over to Y/n noticed her stomach and snorted "Y'know what? keep the whore she ain't even pretty."

He spat as and stomped off, Dick took a step forward Y/n put her hand on his chest. "Don't, he's not worth it..." Needless to say the rest of that trip was tense...They finally took a break at the food court where Dick finally asked "I take it that was one of the men you dated from last year?" He asked sipping a chocolate shake while picking at his fries, the H/c nodded swallowing a mouthful of stir-fry that had chocolate sauce,relish, and pineapples mixed into it.she swallowed before taking a sip of her blue-raspberry slushy.

"Yeah, he was blind date we were together for a month. He was Okay the first week...then he started get pissy at the littlest things." Y/n felt embarrassed she hadn't noticed the signs right a way she was studying to be a criminal profiler for Pete sake! 

"Long story short he tried to break me, I broke his jaw." she smirked reliving the event he tried to jab her, she blocked and did a reverse punch then wheel kicked him as he tried to catch his breath. "Best part was while he was in the hospital getting his jaw wired shut, I found he's mar... or was married"

She said taking another bite of her monstrous stir-fry. Dick couldn't hold back the bitter smile that played on his lips. Don't get him wrong he was proud that Y/n was able to defend and get herself out of that situation, But the vamp was upset that he wasn't there to help her.

His eyes zeroed in on her belly he could feel the little one's aura buzzing happily about, the bitterness soon morphed into tenderness and determination...well, not anymore! for their child's sake it was time for Dick Grayson to grow up, and be a man for the two important people in his life.

When they got back to Wayne manor Alfred had already taken the bags from Y/n despite her protests Bruce greeted her with kiss on the forehead, and asked how his grandchild was doing, as he sent a cold look towards Dick, he's been giving him the cold shoulder since he got back, "I trust everything went alright." He asked pointedly at his adopted son who challenged his glare. "You already know what went down with Dr. Jass why bother asking?"

Dick hissed Bruce went to snap back but, Y/n who wasn't informed of that her ex-doctor was prejudiced towards humans, looked between them confused "What about Dr. Jass?" Both men scoffed  and snapped "Don't worry about it!" before stopping off to different wings of the manor, 

Both Y/n and Tim just looked at each other "What was that all about?" the h/c asked "Bruce thinks Dick is gonna run off on us again." the teen said with shrugged and followed after Bruce while Y/n followed after Dick who had stopped back up to his room.

It was a tense night for Y/n she could hear both Dick and Bruce argue through out the manor eventually she got tired of it, Her eyes turned red and with a snarl she slammed her hands on the dinner table "ENOUGH! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" 

This caused both men to jump as look a her surprised. "I'm going home! come find me, when you're ready to put this whole thing behind you and act like adults!?" She stomped up the stairs Tim looked between the two men embarrassed and disappointed in them "I'm gonna go with her make she gets there alright" He said following after the h/c woman, While Bruce and Dick were left alone in tense silence.       

Y/n and Tim sat in her old house watching Netflix and eating egg-less cookie dough, "Don't get involved with Vampires Tim, they're a prideful stubborn bunch." The human hummed with a mouthful of red-velvet flavored dough.

"I'm dating a dullahan." he said as he swallowed his treat, The e/c cock a brow and smirked "Oh?~ are they cute?" she asked her little foster brother who perked up at the chance to talk about his girlfriend, 

Her name is (T/r: Tim's reader) she can control smoke and shadows, and likes to cook They met after she saved him from falling off a roof by making a slide out of her shadows, they've been dating since then. "You sly dog, bring her around I'd like to meet her sometime!" Y/n said smiling and nudged him with her elbow.

Soon it was time for Tim to go on patrol like Dick he'd also started leaving back-up suits at her house, the place acted like a safehouse for the family to crash in if they were too tired or hurt to make it back the bat-cave. Y/n didn't mind just so long as they cleaned up after themselves. "Hopefully it be slow night, do you want me to get anything while I'm out?"

 the raven haired teen asked. "No thank you sweetie, You just be careful out there alright?" Tim nodded and jumped out window, an hour after Tim left Y/n was getting ready for bed when there was the was a knock at the door. Y/n gulped and went to check the peep hole and sighed in annoyance when she saw it was Dick.

"What?" 

"Y/n let me in."

"Did you and Bruce settle your argument?"

"...In a sense."

"So, no? Well then you're ju--" Y/n was cut off by Dick voice call out to her from behind the door in a calm but authoritative tone he rarely uses unless he's serious. "[Full name.] I Richard Grayson am selfish a coward." His sudden admission caused Y/n to whip her head around and look at the door before opening it to find the vamp on his knees and his head bowed to her, Which stunned her no Vampire would ever bow their head to a human. 

"I ran away from my grief, problems and responsibilities. without even thinking about the consequences, I don't deserve your forgiveness, I wasn't here to take care of you to protect you...I hurt you badly. I understand if you hate me, Or don't trust me anymore...." The h/c frowned as she felt her walls cracking as Dick raised his head to look at her.

"But, I'm not sorry that I met you or that I love you...and I sure as hell don't regret taking you that night. So, I'm begging you; let me take care of you. Both of you." His voice was hoarse Y/n could see tears threatening to spill from his eyes. She swallowed her face felt hot and took a breath "It's gonna take while for me trust you again, but for our son's sake," The Vampire looked up at her hopeful.

 "He needs a father Dick. and if You leave again that's it." Dick sprang to his feet and pulling her into a bone crushing hug being mindful of her stomach. "I won't leave again I promise." he buried his face in her hair drinking her scent and carry her to her bedroom and falling asleep next to her hand resting on her belly feeling their child move about.

That's what Tim walked in on when he got back from patrol. he decided to check in on Y/n before he went to bed. "Hey Y/n---" The raven haired boy a chill go down his spine as he felt a monstrous aura pushed him backwards with terrifying force, the teen looked into the bedroom, and saw Dick holding Y/n close while glaring at him eyes glowing red.

 "Get out..." the older male hissed baring his fangs at the boy, Tim didn't need to be told twice and slammed the door and ran to the guest room. Y/n jolted awake for few seconds and looked around confused "Go back to sleep N/n.." Dick cooed snuggling her close the girl did as she hummed and drifted off again.

Needless to say it was tense morning when they got back to Wayne manor, The tension could be cut with knife as Dick and Bruce glared at each other from across the kitchen counter. Y/n, Tim and Alfred sat awkwardly to the side. "So, you want to move her to Bludhaven?" Bruce said glancing up from his newspaper eyes narrowed skeptically, 

which was pissing off Dick whose mouth tugged into a tight smile "Yeah, that's the plan got a problem with it, dad?" The two raven haired men glared at each other. "Yes, you ignored everyone's feelings and ran away from your responsibilities..." he put the paper down and glared at his son.

"How do I know you won't do it again?" Dick was silent and reached into his coat a toss a small box on the counter Y/n knew what it was since she was already wearing the ring. "I asked this morning, she said yes. think what you want. but I'm staying, you can stop talking to me if you don't like it." 

Bruce eyed the box then Y/n's finger her belly and then Dick who kept his eyes trained on his adoptive father said man sighed."Break her heart again? and I will send Y/n and the baby somewhere you can't find them." He was dead serious and Dick knew it, Bruce could make it happen he and the other sighed in relief as the two shook hands.

few weeks later.

Bruce had gone to work and Tim was at school. while Dick was helping Y/n sort and pack her things. The vampire figured that since they were alone now would be a good time to ask the real big question he'd been avoiding for two days would she like to become a Vampire..."Hey, Y/n you love me right?" He asked packing a little baby clothes.

 "Kind of an odd thing to ask your pregnant wife don't cha think?" she eyeing him suspiciously was he planning something? Dick cough and scratched his neck and cleared his throat "Ye-yeah,well  would you ever consider--" He was cut off by was a knock at the manor doors, 

They heard Alfred answer the door "Oh dear..You aren't welcomed here! ...now see here!" they heard the butler arguing with someone, whoever it was sounded drunk. "Don't touch me servant! where's that bitch? I gonna drain her dry!"

the visitor roared someone else was talking to Alfred apologizing, Dick tensed up there was only one female in this manor and he was looking at her and Y/n was terrified holding her scarred hand while staring out into the hall, it took a few seconds for Dick to put two and two together and he saw red. "Miss Y/n isn't-" there as a crash and the same enraged voice.

"Bullshit I can smell the whore, if you don't hand her over I'll snap your neck!" Beaumont snarled pinning Alfred to the wall while what appeared to be his lawyer tried to pull the intoxicated vamp off the old man. 

"Mr. Beaumont please! this isn't going to-..Mr. Beaumont?" The balding man suddenly looked scared he let go of Alfred who ran the second he felt it as the air felt cold and thick as a monstrous force caused the windows to shake and the manor's foundation to groan in protest.

Beaumont's eyes searched around frantically for source of this rage and there standing at the top of the stairs was young man with raven hair and blood red eyes and fangs that looked ready tear his throat out. "You..." the man hissed in a blink of an eye he was in front of Beaumont who fell on his oversized ass while his lawyer remind frozen in place.

"An Elder..blood.." the balding stuttered out terrified as Dick yanked him off the floor by the collar of his shirt "You think you can come here and threaten my wife and think I'd let you get away with it?!" the younger vampire spat venomously Beaumont was sweating bullets as he tried to say something, his lawyer managed to find his voice.

"She attacked m-my client sh-she..." He stuttered out Dick snarled causing the guy stumble back "I saw the security footage....He attacked my pregnant wife." he said through gritted teeth the twig looking man processed this and muttered "I knew this sounded too good..." then held up Beaumont's papers and tore them up before running away, leaving his ex-client to his fate.

"I didn't know she was yours! I was just so hungry--ack!" the old man gagged as Dick let go of his collar and started strangling him Beaumont struggled and clawed at the younger vamp's hand, but he was stronger and more fit then the old balding man was. Just when he was about to feel his neck snap a voice that sounded like an angelic chorus to Beaumont called out.

"Dick! Dick! stop it! don't kill him please." a pair of arms wrapped around the raven haired man's waist, a growl rumbled from Dick's chest and he threw the fat man to the floor, the old vamp wheezed and coughed as Dick kept his eyes trained on him "She just saved your life..." he hissed and watched as the old man ran out the front doors.

And to Beaumont's horror he ran right into Bruce Wayne who looked very displease to see him, his blue eyes turned red and his face contorted into a snarl the second he recognized the old man. "What are you doing here?!" Bruce demanded only for the old man to wheeze out an apology and run.

 the raven haired man watched the balding man run whipped his head towards the manor doors, he felt his stomach drop and he ran up the steps "Y-.." he was about to call out only to sigh relieved to see the h/c sitting on the floor with Dick who was shaking in rage as Y/n talked him down from going after Beaumont.

"I'm alright...the baby is alright." the young vamp pulled her into his lap and held her close, Bruce left them alone to go check on Alfred who filled him in on what happened; he of course was livid that the old man had the gall to step into his home. and threaten his family! now, that didn't sit well with Bruce who was already working on his revenge.

He paid off the lawyer to not go to the media about Y/n and Dick's relationship, had Tim pull out any old skeletons Beaumont was hiding in his closet, and then he got to work on buying out the Beaumont share holders forcing the pharmaceutical company to declare bankruptcy allowing Bruce to step in a buy it out from under them, during the coming months it was a media shit storm when word got out:

7 months later...

[ Henry Beaumont forces step-daughter into relations, hid pregnancy forced abortion, His son in laws sexual harassment covered up, and siphoned money from company account for years.]

Needless to say Y/n was disgusted as she read the paper that morning, while her and Dick's son Jonah sat in his swing starring at the TV peacefully, Dick heard her snort in disgust and peeked out of the bathroom while fixing his uniform tie. "What is it?" He asked his wife showed him the headline and the raven haired vamp grimaced like he ate something sour.

"I knew he was trash didn't think he was creepy trash." Y/n shook her head and tapped a photograph "Look who his daughters married to..." she said unsure if she wanted to laugh or throw up, Dick got one looked at the picture and immediately wadded up the paper and threw it into the trash. "Nigel..." he spat under his breath then looked at his wife warily.

"By the way are his little groupies still bothering you?" his eyes narrowed she transferred to a small community college in Bludhaven apparently one of Nigel's fans flunked out in Gotham and moved here she recognized Y/n and tried to pulled the same crap again, what the girl wasn't expecting was the fact that Nigel had no fans in Bludhaven as he had apparently assaulted a girl a few years back. 

So, She had no back up instead the girl stalked and insulted Y/n and flirted with Dick (which he of course ignored.) every chance she got and then girl did the mistake of trashing Y/n's car in the police station parking lot.... front of Dick and two on duty police officers. Needless to say she was dragged kicking and screaming into the station and her fed up parents wouldn't bail her out this time.

"No, Thankfully..." Y/n said cringing at the memory of Dick coming back from training with her car all scratched up to hell and LYING SLUT spray painted in puke neon-green on the side passenger side. The girl's parents apologized profusely and offered to pay for a clean up and repairs.

Dick hummed seemingly satisfied with that answer, while getting the baby bottle out of the warmer and vial of blood from the fridge. he poured the vial into the formula and shook it up, before settling down in front of Jonah who's e/c lit up and babbled happily as soon as his dad came into view.

"Hey, Jonny hungry?" Dick cooed the baby was practically bouncing as soon as the bottle came up to his mouth "Oh ho, yes you are!~" the vamp teased as the baby sucked up blood/formula mixture while his parents admired the tiny little white baby fangs that tract and retract out of his gums causing Y/n shudder and hug her chest when she found out Jonah was already teething.

Gave his mom quit the wake up call at a 2 am feeding only to find one of her boobs looking like a pin cushion, and then Dick as Nightwing burst into the nursery thinking his wife had just gotten attacked, Instead he found a panicked Y/n trying to stop her breast from bleeding and a crying teething hungry 5 month old.

they eventually weaned Jonas off his mom and onto bottles But damn if that baby didn't give them the evil eye, for the first couple weeks eventually he got used to it, the little family moved on with their lives, 

They went to see Barbra about arranging N/n's transition into a Vampire, and were told to wait at least 8 months to a year after Jonah was born so her body was fully recovered.  

They were going to Dick’s police academy grad,Y/n hooked her arm around Dick as he pushed the stroller to the elevator "So, are we still on after your graduation, Officer Grayson?~" Y/n purred kissing his neck as smirk slowly tugged on Dick's lips "Depends, Bruce still willing to take the mini-me?" he voice dropped few octaves if it weren't for Jonah he'd jump her in this elevator right now.

"He turned down a date with Selina, the Silena Kyle for his grandson and he never turns down Selina." The raven haired man chuckle it was no secret Bruce loved Jonah he turned Gotham upside if anything were to happen to the little bean, The couple were so caught up in the plans neither had noticed the girl speed walking down the street. until she bumped into to Y/n causing her groceries to scatter causing her to quickly gather her stuff.

"Oh shit! I am so sorry!"

"Oh no sweetie, it's fine I really should paying attention let me.."

"It's okay I got this you two seem busy..."

"Are you sure I'd feel bad if anything happened t...That's a lot of meat."

Y/n said picking up three of the Styrofoam packages incredulously, The girl who was holding six more packages coughed awkwardly and snatched the package away from Y/n who blinked surprised then looked at Dick confused, as two watch the girl scurry away across the street and into an alley. 

The two continued on to parking lot still reeling over the odd encounter. "Well that was weird." The h/c looked at her husband nodding over her shoulder Dick hummed like he was deep thought. "Something you wanna share with rest of the class, Mr Grayson?"

She teased as her husband looked over his shoulder. "She smelled..." he trailed off trying to place the scent. "...Hinky?" Y/n chimed in trying to help Dick shook his head. "No, like wet dog and... Gunpowder?" The couple where brought out of their analyzes by Jonah crying because he dropped his pacifier they immediately tried to calm their boy down. Not noticing the tall red hooded figure glowering down at them from the nearby roof before quickly bolting away from the ledge. 

~::The End::~

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Haunted 2

A/N:  This is the second chapter for a finished series, the links for which are on my mistresslist. 

Lying in bed that night, you knew that you should be frightened, but you weren’t.  Oliver, on the other hand…you buried your nose in the covers to hide your smile.  Oliver had been terrified.  Sure, he covered it with bluster, and bravado, ripping the computer from the desk, and flinging it across the room, hurting his injured arm in the process, but you had seen it.  That bright shine of fear in his eyes.  Beautiful.

Of course none of this helped his mood.  He had been short and snappish with you all day, far more than usual, the only difference being that while he normally tried to maintain a veneer of civility, which could wear away instantly, now he was all mouth and no trousers.  The pointed comments dug at your already low self-esteem, but you’d take them any day over another bruise to cover, another split lip to explain away, another dislocated joint to nurse. 

Kicking your legs excitedly under the covers, you laughed silently.  Maybe the house was haunted. Maybe this would all end in disaster, you didn’t know.  All you knew was, for the first time in months, you were starting to feel safe again.  Wrapping your arms around yourself, you indulged in a long soundless sigh.  

You turned over and grabbed your phone, ready to finally catch up on some light reading.  This time, you made it three chapters into the fourth book of the Vampire Huntress series before you closed your eyes to blink, and were out like a light.

It’s you

He nodded.  

Why?

Shrugging, he turned, not meeting your eyes.  No one deserves to be treated like that.  

I don’t understand.

He turned back, tossing his hair out of his eyes, and dimpling.  Don’t try.  Isn’t this nice?  It’s quiet here.  It’s safe, here.  I made this for you.  

You nodded, but you were wary.  Are you going to hurt us?

I would never hurt you!

You frightened him.

But not you.

No.  Not me.

***

Morning dawned, and you stretched, deliciously well-rested.  Well-rested? Leaving your room, you tiptoed to check on Oliver.  He was curled into a ball on the bed, covers over his head, snoring slightly.  

Wrinkling your nose derisively, you went to start breakfast.  

Oliver stumbled in just as you were setting the table, sitting heavily down in a chair, hair wild, still in his pajamas.  You expressed no surprise, but inside your eyebrows were dusting your hairline.  Oliver never stayed in his pajamas after rising.  The only time he was anything less than perfectly turned out is when he was deathly sick  “Did you hear that, last night?” he asked hoarsely.

“Hear what?”

“It was like a steady…smacking noise.  Like someone walking around my room, over and over, slowly slapping their hand against the wall, all night.”

“I’m sorry. I heard nothing.”

Oliver nodded distractedly, and began to eat.  That, in itself was surprising, as well.  Usually, he couldn’t resist a well-placed barb referencing your ostensible obliviousness.  

Reaching inside your pocket, you palmed the cuff-links.  They pulsed warmly in your hand.  So.  “What time do we have to be at sajangnim’s house?”

“Hm?”

Again, you hid your surprise at his level of distraction.  Usually Oliver was like a shark, hearing everything everyone said, with a perfect answer at the ready.  “What time do we have to be at sajangnim’s house, for dinner?”

He thought a moment.  “Yes, the dinner.  Five o’clock.”

Nodding, you leaned forward to begin your breakfast.

***

Upon your arrival at sajangnim’s house, Oliver was once more perfectly turned out.  You could see your face in the shine of his shoes.  

He rang the buzzer at the gate and, after identifying himself, you were buzzed inside the courtyard.  

Samonim greeted you at the door, looking as poised and elegant as ever. “Welcome!  Don’t you look lovely, my dear!” she gave you air kisses, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.  

“Thank you, samonim.  You’re looking as beautiful, as ever.”  That was an understatement.  The woman was too beautiful to be human, and the mere idea of the staggering amount of work and preparation that must go into that level of perfection was exhausting.

“You’re too kind.  Please, come inside!”

Following her, you found sajangnim in the living room, setting up the table for baduk. You could feel Oliver’s tension at your back.  He hated losing, and was a pretty good baduk player, but he was also smart enough not to beat his boss.  

“Welcome, welcome!” sajangnim bellowed off-handedly, waving you both closer.  “Are you ready to lose, Oliver-sshi?”

Oliver waggled a perfectly manicured finger.  “I don’t know.  I may beat you, yet, sajangnim!”

“Eh, well, we’ll see, we’ll see,” sajangnim muttered, still carefully lining up the pieces.

The night progressed as dully as you had imagined it would, with samonim name dropping–uselessly, as you didn’t know any of the people she mentioned–and detailing her last several major purchases, and sajangnim beating Oliver in three successive games, before dinner was served.  

At least the dinner was delicious.  You couldn’t fault the ahjumma who had prepared and served it, and you ate everything with relish.  

“Your girlfriend eats well!” sajangnim said to Oliver.  He had already downed 9 shots of soju.

Oliver turned to you, his eyes full of censure.  

Sajangnim waved a hand at you.  “Please, eat more!  I love to see young people enjoying their food.  Everyone’s so worried about their figures nowadays.  Just eat healthily, and you’ll be fine!”  

You surreptitiously eyed his wife.  The woman was a stick.  Well…a very elegant, very expensive stick. Stomach twisting, you continued to eat, but at a much slower rate.  Honestly, you wished that you were as thin as she.  You knew that Oliver did.  Oliver liked neat things, and any spare flesh was up for attack.  He kept himself up to stringent standards, and expected everyone else to do the same.  You looked down, trying to keep your face neutral, trying to hide your distress.  You knew that you would hear about this tonight.

***

The car was silent as Oliver drove home, his jaw tight.  

You watched the buildings pass, thinking of where your life would have been had you not decided to follow him.  

He broke the silence.  “Must you embarrass me everywhere we go?”

“I’m sorry,” you said dully.  The phrase no longer held any meaning.  

“Don’t be sorry, be better!  Do better!  Is it so hard to behave like a decent human being?!”

“I don’t think that sajangnim was being sarcastic,” you ventured.

Oliver’s voice rose in disbelief.  It had been months since you had actually answered one of his patented wickedly barbed rhetorical questions.  “Are you kidding me?!” he yelled, his face turning a mottled shade of scarlet.  “That’s called good breeding, or are you too stupid to even realize when someone is being polite?”

Without thinking, you sighed.  

Oliver turned to you, his face twisted.   “Are you exasperated?  Are you angry?  Do you think that you’ve done anything right?!  You know what, when we get home, I’ll give you something to sigh about!”  Turning back to the street, he gave a sudden shriek, and sharply turned the wheel.  

You looked forward just in time to see the man from your dreams, standing casually in the street.  The car went through him, veered to the side, and hit the back of another vehicle that had stopped at a stoplight.  

Oliver’s head crashed into the steering wheel, but your airbag deployed.  You lay there in surprise for several moments.  You had been given to understand that being struck by an airbag was anything but pleasant, and yet it had seemed as if there were almost a cushion of air between you and it, absorbing most of the impact of the blow.  Looking over, you saw Oliver sit up groggily, then look about wildly.  Turning to you, he rasped, “Did you see it?”

“See what?”

“That thing in the street?”

You were silent.  A sharp rap on the window brought your attention to the officer standing beside Oliver’s door.  He didn’t look pleased.  

Oliver rolled down the window.  “Officer, there’s a thing in the street; you have to go check!”

“A…thing,” the officer rejoined laconically.

“Yes, sir!” Oliver said, nodding hysterically.  

“Alright.  Would you care to describe for what sort of…thing I should be looking?”

“It looked like a man, but…but…a dead man!”

“A dead man.”  Both the officer’s expression, and voice, were flat.

Oliver nodded again, peering beyond the car to see if he could still see the apparition.  “It was horrible!  He was all putrescent and grey, and his eyes…”

The officer stared at Oliver, his expression deadpan.  “You’re telling me that you swerved to avoid a…zombie?”

“What?  No, that’s ridiculous!  I mean, I know that what I’m saying sounds ridiculous, but–”

The officer leaned closer, and sniffed.  “Sir, have you been drinking?”

Oliver’s mouth worked, but nothing emerged.  “Sir, I had a few drinks with dinner, but I assure you that I’m not–”

“Please step out of the car.”

Oliver looked over at you, his expression helpless.  

You widened your eyes in apparent sympathy, trying to convey that there was nothing that you could do.  

Despite the scent of soju still lingering on Oliver’s breath, he passed the sobriety test with nothing more than a reckless driving ticket.  Since the car wasn’t wrecked, he was allowed to drive it home, though it would need some body work.

***

You were stiff as you entered the house, nervous that he would take all of this out on you.  

Oliver, however, wordlessly wandered into the master bedroom, and quietly shut the door.

As you lay in bed, having taken a couple of sleeping pills to ensure that you would fall asleep quickly, you thought over the evening’s events. You still weren’t frightened, but the manifestations were escalating, and it was past time to find out what was happening.  You had watched enough horror movies to know that it was the complacent one, the one who insisted that nothing was going on, who usually ended up dead, first. Though you weren’t particularly fond of your currently life, you had no desire for it to end.  

You chuckled mirthlessly.  The funny thing was, after living with the real boogie man for so long, you couldn’t really muster the enough energy to be frightened of anything else.  Yawning, you felt your muscles relax as tiredness washed over you in waves.  They dragged you under, pulled you further from consciousness, until–

***

Are you alright?

I’m fine.  Was that you, tonight?

He nodded, looking down at his shoes.  I thought that he was going to hit you.

So, you made him crash?

He looked up, panic distorting his features.  I didn’t think that he was going to crash!  I thought that he would just be frightened, and stop thinking about yelling at you.  I didn’t…I didn’t really think it though…I’m sorry.  He hung his head.  I tried to keep you safe.

So…that was you, too?  With the airbag?

He nodded.  When I realized what was happening, I just…I can’t stand the idea of you being hurt.  

Why do you care so much?

I know what it’s like.

***

Your eyes opened to the dark.  A soft shuffling noise was coming from the living room.  Climbing out of bed to investigate, you saw Oliver, wide-eyed, sitting on the couch, casting his gaze about him as if there were a threat behind every shadow.  You checked your watch.  3 AM. Silently, you closed the door, and crawled back into bed.  Closing your eyes, you were asleep almost immediately, and–

***

You stared up at him in silent shock.  You?

He looked so ashamed.  Reluctantly, he nodded again, not looking at you.

I’m sorry, but…how?

His eyes, shining with tears, met yours.  Harabeoji.  Abeoji.  

You faltered.  Then, reaching out a hand, you grasped him firmly by the arm.  Not knowing what else to do, you just stood there, connected. You’re…you’re…

I’m dead.  

I’m so sorry.  It was the first time in months that those words held any sincerity.  Are you…are you…a vengeful ghost?

He smiled sadly, then put a hand over yours.  I wasn’t.  Until I saw how he was treating you that first night, how he spoke to you.  It all sounded so familiar.  

How?

Can’t you guess?

Thinking a moment.  Then, The cuff-links.  

He flashed a brief, sad grin at you.  

I don’t understand…  

He sighed, and the formless void that you had heretofore not even noticed morphed and clarified into a beach at sunset.  Taking your hand, he began to slowly guide you along the shore.  My family was–is–poor.  I mentioned abeoji and harabeoji, but omoni was abusive, as well.  The only person who was ever kind to me was halmoni, but she was old, and broken, and she couldn’t protect me.  

I used to wake up before dawn to go to school to study, so that I could spend as much time away, as possible. The janitors would feed me.  As soon as I was old enough, I got a job, and that guaranteed that I was at home even less. By senior year, all that studying paid off, and I got a full scholarship to university.  

I had saved almost all of the money that I had made, and so I moved away.  I was selfish.  I never thought about my grandmother, only myself.  Years later, after school, grad school, and the military–after I finally had a good job, I decided to visit halmoni.  I was hoping…I was hoping that she would come with me…  He laughed regretfully.  It was my birthday…

When I came home, halmoni was alone.  She was so happy to see me…  I wanted to ask her to come with me, but before I could, she said that she had something for me…

The cuff-links.  

Bestirring himself, he nodded.  She had saved for years, and then when I never came back, she had kept them, hoping that I would return one day, so that she could give me something nice…to let me know that she was proud of me…  

His hand tightened on yours, but you said nothing.

He sighed, and dropped his hand, seemingly realizing that he had been gripping you too tightly.  You slid your hand back inside his, and he looked down at you, tears turning his eyelashes into stars.  

Smiling tentatively up at him, you nodded encouragingly.  Take your time.

You walked along in silence for a long while.  

Finally, sighing, he continued.  She agreed.  I had gone upstairs to start packing for her, when I heard it.  Those sounds…they were so familiar. I ran downstairs, and harabeoji was beating her…again.  This time, I couldn’t take it.  I was bigger than him, now, and I…broke.  

I hauled him off of her, and hurled him across the room.  I was yelling–and then I was on him–hitting him over, and over.  All I could see was red, all I could hear were halmoni’s tears.  I didn’t even know that abeoji was there, until he hit me…right across the back of my neck…  I don’t…really remember a lot after that, except flashes, and pain.  I was finally bigger and stronger than either of them, but…I couldn’t win against the both of them.  

The last thing that I remember…is lying there…and everything was so dark…all I could see was halmoni…  She was in the corner, and she was crying…  I could tell that her leg was broken…  She was trying to drag herself over to me, but she kept slipping, in…  She was all I could see.  She was so light…like she was filled with light–like she was made of it…  Then all I could see were her eyes, but they were so beautiful that I didn’t mind.  I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t feel my body, but I could feel her love.  

Tears were silently rolling down your cheeks, and you self-consciously brushed them away.  

He gathered you to his chest, stroking the back of your hair, slowly rubbing your back, as you gripped his shirt, sobbing for his loss.  

***

The next morning, you found Oliver still on the couch, sleeping, though there were dark circles under his eyes.  Though you were loath to touch him, you tapped him on the shoulder.  “Oliver.  It’s time to wake up. You’re going to be late for work.”

He awoke all at once, flailing.

You ducked out of the way of his spastic limbs, holding up your arms in self-defense.  

Realizing that it was just you, he noticeably relaxed.  “Sorry,” he muttered, rubbing a hand roughly over his face.  “I thought…never-mind.  Did you…” he looked up at you, his voice tentative.  “Did you hear anything…last night?”

“I took some sleeping pills.  I didn’t hear anything unusual.”

“It was like a scratching,” he muttered, no longer paying attention to you.  “All night…in the walls…back and forth, like someone crawling, and scratching, scratching to get in…”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

He seemed to return to himself.  “Hm?  Oh…never-mind.  I don’t have time for this.  I have to get ready for work.”  Throwing off the covers, he strode to the master bedroom, but hesitated just outside the door. “You’re going to call the HVAC guy today, right?  About the thermostat?”

“Sure,” you offered, not adding that he knew very well that there was nothing wrong with the thermostat.  “I’ll call in, let them know that I’m not coming today.”

He nodded.  Visibly gathering his courage, he stepped into the room.  

You were just turning to start coffee, when you heard a low, pained moan. Following the sound, you found Oliver in the middle of the master bedroom, pupils dilated, face sheened with sweat as his eyes slowly surveyed the room.  You tracked his gaze.  

The walls were covered in scratches, gouges.  Most of them were concentrated about two feet off of the floor, as if something had been crawling, or crouching, and scratching.  Leaning your head outside, you saw that the wallpaper in the hallway, and the living room had suffered the same fate.  Though most of the scratches were near the floor, there were a few here and there further up, and a few improbably high up the walls, as if whatever it was didn’t have to obey the same rules of gravity.

Turning, you rushed to the guest room, where you had slept.  It was clear.

Returning to the master bedroom, you noticed that Oliver’s shaking breaths were escaping in white puffs, as if he were outside on a freezing winter’s night, yet the temperature for you was perfectly fine.  

Turning, he looked at you, his eyes wide, and staring.  When he spoke, however, his voice was steady.  “While you’re at it, call someone to come fix this wallpaper too, alright?”  He looked as if he were pushing through by sheer grit.

You nodded.  

He turned, walked to the bathroom, and quietly closed the door.  

As you left, you heard soft, plaintive sounds coming from the restroom.  Oliver was crying.

You smiled.

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Combo -- Patrick Hockstetter

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Request: “I really love Patrick (and Owen is my wet dream 😂) but always everyone do things where Patrick is mean and cruel so...i want to know if you can do something where Patrick falls in love with his neighbor a girl who loves read and music but he really fall in love with butterfly’s and he watches her by the window and be a really sweet and cute boy with the girl and obviously she loves him to ♥️ @oldvoicesinmyhead “ & “I saw that requests were open and I was wondering if you would write an imagine about Patrick Hockstetter pining after the reader???” & “yo so I don't have a specific request but could I get some Patrick Hockstetter fluff? Please?”

Summary: Patrick soon becomes best friends with his new neighbor, and things begin to kick off.

Warnings: slightly ooc!Patrick

Pairing: Patrick Hockstetter x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,600

A/N: So I kind of deterred from the request slightly, and I’m sorry in advance. Whoops

The sun overhead was blinding Patrick as he stared out his window, trying to focus on his new neighbor- you. Your (h/c) hair was pulled into a ponytail, loose strands falling into your face as you hauled yet another cardboard box into your arms. Your mom and dad were busy as well, each helping the other with different boxes and furniture, and occasionally moving to check up on your little brother. Patrick continuously flicked his silver Zippo open and closed, the flame an absent light in the corner of his eye. You, however, were the main focus in the center of his vision.

“Just go down and talk to her, Hockstetter,” a voice groaned from his bed, and Patrick turned, his Zippo flicking shut for the final time. Vic laid on Patrick’s bed, his head hanging off the side, staring at the taller boy upside-down. “I’ve been watching you watch her for the past fifteen minutes. And I’m so over it. I should’ve helped Henry with his farm work if I knew it was gonna be this boring over here,” he sighed, flipping himself over so his feet were now firmly planted on the floor.

“Shove it, Criss,” Patrick snarled, casting his gaze back outside, just in time to watch you disappear back inside.

“Why anyone would want to move to Derry is beyond me, honestly. But hey, one to their own.” Vic leaned back on his elbows, watching Patrick carefully. Patrick was infamous for becoming invested with things: animals, lighters, shirts, posters, CD’s, blankets, girls, leaves. Truthfully, anything that caught his eye was granted to be his by the end of the week. Vic wasn’t concerned for you per say, but he was curious as to how this would go. “You’ll see her at school tomorrow, ‘Trick. Hang out with me,” Vic whined, allowing his elbows to give out so he could flop back on the bed. Patrick sighed, and with one final glance out the window, made his way over to Vic.

Patrick instantly stopped as he walked into the school building, Henry practically bulldozing into his back. “Jesus, Hockstetter. Use those damn legs of yours, will ya?”

There you were, stood right by his locker. Your hair was pulled to the side now, and your backpack was slung over one shoulder. You were messing with the lock on the door, and Patrick knew from experience how dumb the things were (he had smashed his off in a fit of frustration once, and then vowed to never touch his locker again. He still stood by it, so people knew it was his but he didn’t use the damn thing). Patrick’s legs moved on their own, and the boys followed, thinking they were just going to crowd around his locker like usual.

“Hey babe, you need some help?” Patrick spoke smoothly, startling not only you but the three boys behind him. A wicked grin spread across Vic’s face, his hand clasping on Henry’s shirt to pull him back from bothering Patrick.

“I uh… yeah, actually. They’re really sticky? I know I’ve got the numbers right, there’s no way in hell that I’m wrong-” Patrick grinned, “but it’s just not opening.” You gave the locker a tug to emphasize your point, your backpack slipping down your shoulder as you did.

“It’s not you, doll, it’s the locker. It hates everyone, don’t take it personally,” he smirked, before placing a hand on your back to maneuver you out of the way. As people passed, they gawked at the sight before them. Obviously, you had zero idea just who you were talking to, but everyone else did. And they were shocked. Patrick took the small slip with your combo on it, memorizing it, before putting in the digits. He lifted the dial and gave it a sharp right-turn, pulling harshly. You gasped and grinned instantly as your locker swung open (nearly hitting Belch in the face).

“Jesus, thank you! I was worried I’d have to go to class with all of this book-crap attached to me,” you cheered, refraining yourself from hugging the taller boy beside you.

“Not Jesus, just Patrick,” he introduced, holding out his hand. You laughed at the comeback and shook his hand, marveling at the bracelets adorned on his wrist. Without thinking, your fingers gently held onto his wrist, moving it so you could get a better look.

“These are cool, how’d you get all of them?”

Behind a Patrick, a muffled, ‘he stole them’ came from Henry, who had his mouth hidden behind Vic’s hand, who gave you a sickly-sweet smile. You returned it with a smirk of your own, looking up at Patrick and trying to hide your amusement.

“My uh… my grandmother gave them to me,” he coughed, turning his head to shoot daggers at Henry. You laughed softly before releasing his wrist.

“Well, your grandma must have been a very thrifty person,” you smiled. The bell rang overhead, signaling it was time for your first class. “I’ve got to get going. It was nice meeting you, Patrick.” You gave the others wave before disappearing into the crowd of high schoolers, looking down at your schedule as you went.

“Yeah, you too…”

“You didn’t even get her damn name.”

When lunch came around, you found herself with a granola bar and a protein shake in hand. You had given your lunch money to your younger brother, helping him save up for the latest Alien Legion comic that had come out in December; he was only a few dollars away from getting his grubby hands on it. So now, you were left sitting at the corner of one of the lunch tables, taking in your surroundings. Ever since your encounter with Patrick, people had made it their personal quest to avoid you. You weren’t sure how to feel about it, and you had nobody to ask why.

“Hey, Combo!” You almost didn’t look up at the name, until you remembered your morning, and fit the voice to the memory. Walking your way was Patrick and the three boys he had been with. A blush tinged your cheeks, and you placed your chin on your palm, curiously tilting your head.

Patrick sat across from you, the bleach-blond to your side, and the other two to the side of Patrick. “What do I owe this kind visit?” you mused, swirling your protein drink.

“I never got your name this morning, and decided that I wanted to spend lunch with you,” Patrick said simply.

“And in turn, we all get to spend lunch with you,” the boy to your right grinned. “I’m Victor Criss, but everyone calls me Vic.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N),” you smiled. You were then introduced to Henry, who seemed to have a scowl tattooed on his face as he observed the lunch room before him, and Belch, who just looked tired.

“You hungry? You need more than just that,” Patrick huffed, motioning to the granola bar in front of you.

“A little, but I can always eat when I get home. I gave my brother my money,” you shrugged. Patrick frowned, not quite understanding.

“I’ll get you something to eat. What do you want?”

“Wha- Patrick, this isn’t a restaurant, I can’t just choose what I want,” you laughed softly, looking around to make sure that there were indeed no menus lying around.

“Give me a vague idea, and Henry and I will get it for you.”

“We will? Since when are you the boss around here? I remember this being the Bower’s Gang not the Hockstetter’s Gang,” he huffed, but stood alongside Patrick regardless.

“I don’t know… Hockstetter’s Gang has a nice ring to it…” Patrick grinned widely, a feeling slowly swarming inside his abdomen. “Surprise me. I’m not picky; just nothing spicy,” you told him, flashing the two boys a wide smile. Henry rolled his eyes and took off (the opposite direction of the cafeteria), while Patrick shot you a wink, following after him quickly.

You talked with Vic and Belch, waiting for the two Ring-Leaders to return. Without Patrick or Henry, Vic and Belch seemed to open up a bit more. “Alright, Combo, this look good enough for ya?” You turned your head, just in time to watch Henry dump various food items across the table, Patrick following suit.

“Wow… I uh… I mean I guess,” you snickered, sending the blond a smirk. Henry rolled his eyes and returned to his spot beside Belch, handing the boy a bag of Fritos. “Thanks, guys! Do you need me to pay you back?” A chorus of ‘nah’s broke out, even from Vic and Belch, but you simply shrugged and began to pick out a few things from the pile.

As the months dragged on, you grew closer with Patrick. You hung out with the gang of course, but Patrick held a certain hierarchy in your heart. You became infamous around his house, and he yours. Your brother also adored him, even though Patrick hated the kid. Things were good. And that little feeling in your chest whenever you saw him? You made sure to crush it like a bug so things would remain good.

“Hey, Combo!” Patrick’s voice rang out in your backyard, and when you looked up, you weren’t shocked to see him jumping over your fence.

“One sec, ‘Trick!” you called back. You were knelt on the ground, desperately trying to bury your brother’s dead hamster. When you had gotten home from school, your mom informed you of what had happened. They were currently out trying to find a replacement so that your brother wouldn’t find out.

“The hell are you doing?” Patrick questioned as he began walking over to you. His shadow loomed over you, granting you a brief moment of relief from the hot May sun.

“Jacob’s hamster died. Now I’ve gotta bury it, but we don’t have any damn shovels. Can you believe that? I’ve been out here for a fucking hour. I don’t get why I can’t just throw the damn thing away,” you grumbled, grabbing a fistful of dirt from the hole and piling it onto the side.

“You care about that kid too much,” Patrick sighed, moving away. You huffed in response, from the lack of shade and his comment. Patrick sat down beside the small hole you had managed to create, kicking his long legs out beside you. “You could just feed the thing to the wolves.”

“Does Maine even have wolves?”

“Wanna find out?”

“No.” Patrick grinned, loving the way your eyebrows furrowed at the thought. He moved his foot from side-to-side, allowing the toe to clunk against your calf. You ignored it, as you often did, opting to focus on the task at hand. “Help me out, would ya? You have long fingers, they’ve got to be good at something other than stealing.”

“Oh, they are. Wanna find that out?”

“Oh my god! Patrick please!” you cried, grabbing the spare dirt near the hole and chucking it at his face. Patrick let out a howl of laughter, shaking his hair to rid of the dirt.

“You’re just too easy,” he snickered, and you rolled your eyes. Patrick leaned over, reaching into the hole alongside you, and began helping you dig it out. Eventually, with the two of you working together, you had managed to bury the little hamster within another hour.

“Thanks, ‘Trick,” you sighed, wiping the back of your hand across your forehead.

“Don’t worry about it. I couldn’t imagine doing anything else,” he hummed, flopping down onto his back.

“You’re not even put off that you’re laying next to a dead animal right now?”

“Should I be?”

“I mean… I suppose not. I should know better by now,” you mumbled. You maneuvered yourself to the other side of Patrick, away from the little grave, before laying down as well.

“You have dirt on your face,” Patrick confessed, without even looking over at you. His eyes were closed, and he had a few pieces of stray hair falling into his face. However, unlike you, he was dirt free (minus his hands).

“I don’t care. One with nature.” You closed your eyes, letting out a huff as the sun hit your face. A hand was suddenly on your face, and you flinched, your eyes shooting open. Patrick was looking down at you intently, wiping the dirt off your forehead, cheekbones, and nose.

“Nature doesn’t look good on you,” he explained, but the blush on his cheeks said otherwise.

“Wow, thanks. ‘Preciate it.” You rolled your eyes, trying your hardest not to stare into his own, grey colored ones. But Patrick was persistent. His hand held onto your cheek, keeping you from turning your head, while he continued to stare down at you.

“You uh…” Patrick struggled for the words to say. He had a lot to say, but he didn’t know which of it to say, or how to say it. “The sun it… it makes you look nice, (Y/N),” he finally settled on, his eyes washing over your face.

You grinned and tilted your head slightly. “Yeah? Well, I’ve gotta say, any lighting your in makes you look great.”

“That was cheesy and dumb, I can’t believe you ruined the moment.”

“I can’t believe there was a moment to ruin.” Despite Patrick’s complaint, however, he had a grin to match your own. You didn’t often see Patrick smile without ill intent, and to see it directed towards you, was an ungodly feeling.

“I wouldn’t bury a hamster for just anyone, you know,” Patrick hummed, his finger straying to find a piece of your hair.

“I’d hope not. I like to think I’m special,” you boasted, finally allowing one of your hands to reach up and rest against his jawline.

“You are. You’re a pain in the ass, and you annoy me. But you’re the only person I let do that. And I don’t really know why? But I do, and it’s weird,” Patrick confessed, leaning into your touch like a cat.

“Some people call it love.” Patrick tensed above you, and you smiled softly. “But that doesn’t mean that’s what it has to be. I adore you. I care about you. I trust you. And to me, that means a lot more than love. I like to think of you as more than a friend sometimes. I wanna be with you, and that scares me. Because I don’t want to lose you,” you confessed, watching the way your thumb traced along his jaw. You didn’t want to look into his eyes, scared of what you’d see.

But then Patrick was bending down, and he was kissing you. His lips were chapped, and so were yours from being out in the heat. But the feeling of your heart constricting and shoving itself into your stomach over-ridded all of your senses. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in the ends of his hair. Patrick moved so he was no longer to the side of you, but above you, giving himself more leverage. The kiss was rough and demanding at first, but after a few seconds, Patrick mellowed out and calmed himself, easing the kiss into softer motions.

“I want to be with you too. And I don’t want to lose you. Ever,” his voice was quiet against your lips, and his eyes were still closed as if he was concentrating on something.

“You won’t. This will work, I know it will. I mean honestly, I’m never wrong,” you grinned, and Patrick’s eyes opened, smiling as well.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

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[imagine-some-fandom-requests]

Hihi @imagine-some-fandom-requests! Can you write a scenario with Sekizan, Oharano and Ebumi with their small girlfriend who is into BL (fluffy type to hardcore) and they find out. Will they be interested in what she reads or will they leave her to herself with her hobby?

Hiya dear anon~! This is a pretty interesting ask hehe. I am gonna leave the answer to this request under the cut because it does contain some NSFW, and for those who don’t like it I will keep it under the cut. Hope you have a good day! ♡

🔶Takuya Sekizan

🔹The little girlfriend was waiting patiently for her huge soft boyfriend under a tree near the rugby field. Every now and then she would observe them practicing, tackling each other and getting really dirty; oh it was such a nice sight to see. But most of the time she would bring her yaoi manga up to her face and read it, immersing herself in the yaoi goodness. She could hear the captain calling it a day and everyone shouted good work to everyone. Practice was over, yay!! Still reading her book, Sekizan went into the locker room to change back into his uniform. Once he was done, he went over by the tree, looking down at what she was reading. He couldn’t really tell what she was reading, so he squatted down so he could have a better look. But, he looked at the wrong time. She was at the part where the two characters were fucking each other, cum was all over one character while the other one was thrusting his dick into his partner. Noticing a white piece of hair was in the girl’s face, she looked up to see Sekizan staring at the book, to which she snickered. “Hehe, want to read to?” She teasingly asked with a hint of lust in her voice. The poor giant quickly backed away, practically falling on his butt and began to stutter “Wh-what in the heck are you reading?!” The girl chuckled, putting a bookmark on the page she was reading and showed him the cover of two guys. “A yaoi manga. Something wrong with that?” Sekizan quickly shook his head, the curls on his head following in motion. “I-I just n-never knew you read that kind of stuff…” He mumbled under his breath, feeling completely embarrassed. The girl giggled once more, now putting it in her bag and standing up, helping him up. “It’s quite alright Takuya, I’m just surprised you are interested in it as well!” Sekizan looked down at his tiny girlfriend and screamed “No way in hell!!” The girl couldn’t help but laugh. Man it is so fun teasing him.

🔶Etsugo Oharano

🔹Since it was starting to snow, the team decided to call off practice for today. Don’t want anyone getting frostbit. So for today, Oharano and the little girlfriend went over to his place to have a lazy day. Both changing in comfortable clothes from their uniforms, they both plopped onto the couch. Pomekichi ran to the two and hopped in-between, cuddling himself against the two’s thighs, warming himself up from the cold weather that was starting to come. Turning on the television, Oharano flipped through hundreds of channels, nothing really catching his eye whatsoever. The tiny girlfriend pushed her back against the couch, leaning over to grab a blanket and cover herself up. Once covered, she gently took Pomekichi and placed him on her lap, gently brushing his fur in-between her fingers. Now looking at the television screen, a familiar show passed by. Screaming, starting the poor little dog, she grabbed the remote from her boyfriend, flipping a couple channels back. “Hold up hold up. I just saw the show I am currently watching online.” She said with excitement in her voice, a smile inking onto her plush lips. After a few more clicks, she got onto the channel she wanted to be on. Oharano widened his eyes. He recognized that show too. All the girls would talk about it in school. To be honest, he didn’t mind it was a yaoi. “A-ah, sorry…” His tiny girlfriend apologized in a soft voice, now switching to a random channel. “You are probably not comfortable with that kind of stuff eh?” The blondie looked over to her, gently shaking his head. Taking the remote again, he returned to the previous channel. “I don’t mind it at all. I heard it is a great story, so let’s watch it together.” It was like a million stars entered the girl’s eyes. She was so happy. Leaning against her boyfriend, her head lying on his shoulder, she squealed “Ahhh, this is the best day ever Estugo!!!” Oharano chuckled, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Shhh darling, the best part is coming up.”

🔶Masaru Ebumi

🔹One day, Ebumi decided to take a day off of practice to spend some time with his girlfriend. He hasn’t seen her since last week, and he missed her. But on that day it was so damn hot outside, they both decided to go to her place and stay chill since his A/C was broken. Lying on her bed, with his arms behind his head and legs spread out, practically kicking the girl in the head because she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Looking at her, she wasn’t even bothered by it. Instead she was typing away on her laptop, clearly invested in whatever she was typing. Feeling a smirk appear on his pale lips, he asked “What you typing?” No answer. Now the smirk was replaced with a frown. “I asked you what you are typing?” He asked again. But again, no response. Groaning in frustration, he sat up. Wrapping his arms around tiny girlfriend and propping his chin on her shoulder, he looked at the screen. Looks like she was typing a story. Again. Man, she has been so into typing stories lately. Squinting to get a better look at the screen, she noticed his name was in it, and… Natsuki’s too?! And he was.. being the uke?! “Excuse me.” He said in a stern voice, now pointing at the park where the two were fucking each other. “My dick is not that small. Please change it to say it is so big that he couldn’t help but moan his brains out.” The little girl quickly turned her head and began to snicker. “But you seem like a uke to me~.” Ebumi’s face turned red, now squeezing his girlfriend more. “Shut up, no I ain’t! I ain’t a sissy, I am a big bad daddy~.” “More like a soft sweet daddy!” She teased, now nuzzling noses with him, which earned her a soft gasp from the boy. “Come on babe, I am clearly the most dominant one out of everyone in the whole entire team.” He explained. Humming, the girl finally complied. “Alright alright fine, I’ll admit that.”

#all out!! #scenerio #sekizan takuya #oharano etsugo #ebumi masaru

[hannahindie]

Country Roads, Take Me Home: Chapter 5

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Beth (OC) Word Count: 2,910 Warnings: Detailed violence, some description of torture, worried Sam, not so great history lesson about some not so great guys. See below A/N.

Author’s Note/Disclaimer: Although I know quite a bit about the history of Trans-Allegheny, the ghost stories that are being used in this fic are not super detailed. I have never heard names of anyone that was involved, nor have I been able to find them. I’m taking some artistic license with these, so if you are familiar with the stories attached to TALA, please know I’m adding to them/adjusting them to fit this story. The names used are not real names, to my knowledge, and are just from my imagination, along with the story that Sam tells Dean and Beth.

Beta’d by my beautiful panda bear @pinknerdpanda: “Rule #8361 - If the place you are working in has a room called "the murder room" - fucking run.”

As always, tags are at the bottom. If you would like to be added, please send me an ask!

Being a hunter, especially one that lives with the Winchesters, has taught me a lot of things; I've learned how to shoot, fight, read Latin. I can recite an exorcism forwards and backwards from memory, I can take apart and reassemble a pistol without looking, and I've even gotten pretty good at working on cars. Despite all that, and often having to defend myself against whatever creature has got it in for Sam and Dean and everyone they love, I have never gotten used to the moment I wake up in a place that I did not start off in.

I sat up slowly, and it took me a minute to realize where I was. The moment I figured it out, however, the panic began to sink in. I looked around the familiar room, with its white walls and dorm-like beds, and wondered what the odds were that I would make it out of this room alive. I took a deep breath and looked up, hoping that my assumption about this room was wrong. I groaned when I saw the long, thin pipe that crossed from one side of the room to the other above the bed I was sitting on.

“Shit,” I mumbled to myself. The door was closed, and although I knew better, I walked over and tried to open it. Of course, it wasn't budging and there wasn't a snowball’s chance in hell I was going to bust it open. I leaned my head against the cool metal door and sighed. The only good thing about the situation was that at least Sam and Dean were somewhere in the building. “Sam! Dean!” I shouted as I banged on the door. Nothing but silence greeted me. One of the very things I loved about this building was probably going to be the thing that kept them from hearing me; the size. Then, while I pondered my current predicament, I felt the sudden drop in temperature that I always dreaded. I took a deep breath then slowly breathed out, disappointed when I saw my breath on the air. “Son of a bitch.” I turned in time to see two large men flicker in and out of existence before finally becoming solid enough to actually see them. I didn’t have to know who they were to connect it; they were the two men that had murdered the deaf and mute man with the bed.

Of course, my bag was still downstairs next to the desk I had been sitting at. I looked around the room frantically in hopes that there was something iron lying within reach, but didn’t see anything. The two men moved closer and closer, each one flickering subtly as they approached. They were huge men, and I could only imagine the fear that the poor man they killed felt as they ganged up on him. “I am not in the mood for this today, okay?” I grumbled. I looked over to my right and saw a small pipe sticking out of the wall. I had no way of knowing if it had any amount of iron, but it was the closest thing to a shot I had. I casually made my way backwards to the opposite side of the room as I kept my eye on the two men, hoping that they would at least wait until I had a chance to defend myself. Just as I reached the wall, one of the men disappeared and I felt a coldness pass through my chest. “Not good,” I thought to myself as I turned and found myself staring up at the larger of the two men. Before I had a chance to say or do anything, I felt my feet leave the ground as I was flung across the room and against a small table.

The table scraped loudly across the floor and the breath was knocked out of me as I slid to the floor. I rolled to my hands and knees and out of the corner of my eye saw the chair that went with the table...and it was metal. “Please, God, if you’re listening, give me a little win here, huh?” I thought as I wrapped my hands around the two front legs and swung as hard as I could as I stood up. The chair swept through the closest of the two ghosts and he flickered out of existence. “Take that, you murdering son of a bitch!” I yelled, momentarily distracted by my brief win. I looked over to where the other ghost had been to see that it had disappeared. “Shit.” I backed up against the wall in hopes that maybe that would cut down on any surprises. “Dean! Sam! Beth! A little help here, huh? Sam!!” Both ghosts popped back at the same time and I swung again.

This time, they disappeared before the chair even touched them. “What the hell?” I moved back to the door, the chair still in my hand, and tried to open the door again. It was still shut tight and I sighed. The chill had disappeared from the room, so I flipped the chair around and sat on it. I realized this wasn’t the best plan, but I honestly didn’t know what else to do. I looked around the room and noticed a window I hadn’t seen before. It was small, and I was on the second floor, but it was still an option. Despite it having bars over it, they were pretty rusty at this point. I stood up, fully intending on taking the chair and smashing it into the window, but before I could do it, I was picked up and thrown down on one of the beds.

“Are you freakin’ kidding me?!” I struggled against my invisible bonds as the two ghosts reappeared, one on each side of me and both of them smiling dangerously at me. For the first time, I noticed their blood spattered pajamas, and the blood on their hands and splashed across their faces. Fresh fear coursed through me and I struggled harder. “No, no, no, no no…” I chanted like it was going to help me, like it was going to stop them from doing what they were inevitably going to do. “SAM!” I screamed, so loud that it felt like my throat was on fire. “SA-” My voice was cut off as something wrapped around it and I felt my body start to lift off the bed. My hands flew to my throat, but, of course, there was nothing there for me to actually grab. The lower half of my body finally left the bed and my lungs began to burn as my air was cut off.

Just as my vision began to darken at the edges and I was about to lose consciousness, I was dropped back onto the hard mattress. I gasped, taking in lungfuls of air as spots danced across my field of vision. “SAM! DE-” Before I could finish my cry for help, I was yanked up again, much faster and harder than the first time. I choked, and although struggling was making it worse, my panic had taken over and I was desperately kicking in an attempt to reach the bed with at least my toes. I hung there for a moment, both ghosts staring at me with their bloodthirsty smiles, and I realized that if someone didn’t show up soon, they’d move on to the next part of their little game. I dropped again, and this time I couldn’t even attempt to scream for Sam and Dean. The only sound that came out was a choked sob as I struggled to breathe. I was lifted again, but this time, the fight in me was gone.

“Sam…” It came out just barely as a whisper, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Out of all the ways I thought I would die, I honestly never thought it would be here, or like this. It was fitting that the last thing I saw as my vision went black and my eyelids slipped closed was Sam’s face, his wide smile showing off his deep dimples and his beautiful hazel eyes.

Sam and Beth ran into the office just as Dean sat up where he was in the floor, rubbing the back of his head. “What the hell happened, Dean?” Sam demanded as he slid to a stop.

Dean glared up at Sam, “Well, Sam, right before I got my bell rang, I checked with the ghosts to see what their plans were. Surprise! They didn’t tell me.” Beth held her hand out and Dean grabbed it, groaning as he stood up.

“Didja see anything, though? Hear anything?” Beth asked and Dean’s expression softened as he looked at her.

“No, nothing. We were sitting here and Y/N was looking at the computer. I vaguely recall her saying she thought she might have found something, and that’s it.”

Sam walked around the desk and sat down at the computer, “Let’s see what she found, maybe it’ll point us to where she is.” He clicked through a couple of files that Y/N had opened and his brows knit together has he read. He flipped open the file he’d brought downstairs with him and shuffled through the papers, then looked back to the computer, his eyes narrowed. “Okay, so get this. The two guys that committed the murder on the third floor were named Jack and Joseph Sizemore. They were twins that had been committed because they’d murdered their mother and father in their sleep. They claimed that ‘the devil told them to do it’ and that the parents were abusive and deserved to be punished. Normally, they would have been sent to the state prison, but because of their supposed hallucinations, they were sent here. The problem was that, despite the incredible violence towards their parents, they were put in the dormitory rather than separated in solitary confinement because it was overcrowded and they hadn’t been violent towards anyone else.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Because obviously they wouldn’t try to kill anyone else. What kind of dumbasses ran this place?”

Beth smacked Dean in the arm, “Watch your mouth. I know it doesn’t make a lick of sense now, but back then...they didn’t have much room to work with, Deano. They had to make some tough decisions, and they didn’t always work out too well. I’m not tryin’ to defend ‘em really, this place has its history and a lot of it isn’t great, but not everyone that worked here was bad.”

Dean jammed his hands in his pockets and cleared his throat, “Sorry.” He looked back at Sam, “Anything else there, Sherlock?”

Sam shrugged, “Not a ton about them...it looks like they might have been buried based on computer records, but the physical file mentions that they were supposed to be cremated. Regardless, what was left of their family didn’t want to claim them, so whatever remains there were would still be on the grounds somewhere.”

Beth walked around and leaned over Sam’s shoulder to get a better look at the computer, “How’d they die?”

Sam cleared his throat and shifted in his chair as Beth pressed against his back. Dean caught his eye and frowned. “Umm...well, it looks like they died at the same time from…” Sam clicked on the coroner’s report. “Huh...brain cancer. They both had brain cancer, and died not too long after the murder took place. Weird, although it probably explains the voices in their heads.”

Dean sat on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms, “What about the guy they killed? What did they do with him?”

Sam changed tabs, “According to the cemetery records, an Aaron McTavish was buried in the cemetery behind the asylum because ‘He had no family to claim him, and he deserved a proper burial due to the nature of his death.’ Looks like he’s in plot 213.”

Beth looked up at Dean, worried, “Okay, so we know where at least one of the guys were buried...we gotta find the other two...but how do we figure out where Y/N is? How do we even know she’s still in the building?”

A muffled yell interrupted whatever it was that Dean was about to say. Sam’s head snapped up from looking at the computer screen, “That was Y/N.” He shoved backwards and Beth nearly hit the floor. He looked at her sheepishly, “Sorry.” He ran through the office door and paused at the bottom of the staircase, “Where did it come from?”

“SAM!” This time, the shout was much louder and Sam felt his stomach drop.

Beth paled as she looked over at Sam, “I know where she is. We have to go. Now.” Beth took off, leaving the two Winchesters staring blankly for a moment as her footsteps echoed through the first floor.

“SAM!” The second shout made Sam unfreeze and he ran after Beth, Dean immediately behind him. They caught up with Beth at the third floor landing just as she threw the door open and raced down the hall.

“She’s in the murder room!” Beth slid to a stop in front of the closed door and began to yank on it, “It’s stuck!”

Sam grabbed the handle and began pulling on it, “Y/N! We’re here! Y/N!” Nothing but silence answered him, and his heart jumped in his throat. “Dean, help!” They both squared up with the door and ran at it, their shoulders crashing into it with resounding thud. The door didn't budge and they lined up again. Before they could move, the door flew open and slammed into the wall. Beth ran into the room first to find Y/N lying motionless on the bed. A bruise had already begun to form around her throat and Beth gasped.

“Is she breathing? Oh dear Lord baby Jesus, please don’t be dead.” Beth sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed Y/N’s hands, “Sweetie, c’mon now, wake up. You can’t let some good for nothin’ ghost kill ya, alright? Y/N, honey, c’mon. It’s not funny, you wake up right now!”

Dean took a step forward, “Beth, calm down, I know this is scary-”

Beth whipped around and glared at Dean, “If you even try to finish that sentence, you will have more to worry about than some brain-addled ghost. You hear me, Dean Winchester? It will not end well for you.” Dean threw his hands up and took a step back, and had circumstances been different, Sam would have made fun of him. Instead, he stood silently, his arms crossed tightly across his chest as he tried to keep from pushing Beth out of the way. Beth looked back at Y/N and her gaze softened. She bent over her, her lips right next to Y/N’s ear and whispered, “Sweetheart, you gotta wake up. There’s a fella that would like to talk to you about some things I think, and you can’t just let that go unfinished. You’ll haunt our asses for the rest of our lives, and I for one do not have the time for that. You hear me? You will not haunt me, and you will not leave that boy heartbroken.” She sat back up and watched Y/N as she chewed on her bottom lip nervously.

Suddenly, Y/N’s eyes flew open and she gasped, her breaths coming in deep, rattling pulls. She coughed, and Beth laughed as she wiped away the tears that had rolled down her cheeks. She smoothed Y/N’s hair from her face and smiled, “That’s my girl. I knew that’d do the trick. What in Heaven’s name happened in here?”

Y/N stared at Beth for a moment as she tried to gather her bearings, “You’re not gonna believe me when I tell you.” Her voice was raspy, but Sam breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it.

Dean walked over to the bed and gently picked Y/N up, “Sweetheart, I think you know better than that by now, but how about we finish up this conversation somewhere else, huh? I’m not staying in here any longer than I have to.” Sam frowned as he watched Dean walk out of the room with Y/N cradled to his chest, and Beth elbowed him in the ribs.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but you were the one she was yellin’ for to help her. If that isn’t a sign, I don’t know what is. You better talk to her when this is all said and done, darlin’. You’d be a fool not to.” Beth walked out of the room, and Sam followed slowly behind her, her words echoing in his head.

Read Chapter 6 HERE.

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[jngukie]

WIP Tag

i was tagged by @floofyeol! idk if this is a blessing or a curse let’s find out.

some of these fics have been in drafts for ages? so tbh i don’t even know if i will post them but hey we’ll see. (so assume for now that none of these will be posted—except when stated otherwise with an *)

the first couple will be ships. the later ones are reader-inserts. all are still protected by the Creative Commons license.

slide it up in here: chapter 10* pairing(s): jikook, namjin, yoonseok genre: humour, crack, drama, angst tags/warnings: texting, college au, slightly filthy, innuendoes, Awkward Jeon Jungkook™, slowburn, self-esteem issues, self-hatred, implied/referenced homophobia, everyone is a mess™

SUMMARY

gguki: [image attached] gguki: what should i do with it chimothy: um chimothy: dude idk if i’m entitled to give you suggestions but chimothy: i mean you could always just stick it in the ass???????

or jungkook accidentally sends a stranger a picture of his roommate’s brand new dildo

PREVIEW

the (9)7 wonders of the world

tol: ok here’s the plan dabs 24/7: yugyeom no offence but your plans kinda suck muscle pig: ^^ what bambam said muscle pig: i don’t trust you anymore tol: wow that hurt tol: but i promise you this one will be better dabs 24/7: don’t do it kook tol: it won’t backfire in any way

untilted vhope pairing(s): vhope, namjin genre: humour, fluff tags/warnings: college au, skype dates, profanity, neurobiology/pyschology major!namjoon, ra!jin, music major!yoongi (i think), some major!hoseok, and high schooler!tae, tbh idrk bc i haven’t finished writing it lmao

SUMMARY

When Jung Hoseok signed up for college, he didn’t think he’d end up on academic probation so soon. Hell, he’d never guess he’d have friends who would use him as a fucking lab rat for their atrocious experiments. He definitely did not expect to fall in love with his resident advisor’s little brother—and then proceed to sneak into said resident advisor’s room and hack his computer just to have one more Skype date with the little brother. Without getting caught by said resident advisor. Yeah—he’s a little stressed, to say the least.

→ a continuation of It’s Burning Up in Here.

PREVIEW

He didn’t sign up for this. He thought college would be a great idea—who would pass up the opportunity for ultimate freedom and youthful stupidity? No, he was ecstatic for college—but he definitely hadn’t signed up to be the fucking victim for his resident advisor’s boyfriend’s experiments.

“Hoseok-ssi, please stay still or otherwise this will hurt. A lot,” Namjoon begged as his friend Yoongi tried to hold him down on the fragile coffee table.

“That’s not what your needle’s saying! You said it was a harmless experiment! You said I’d be fine!”

“You will be! I just need practice drawing blood once—”

“You’ve never even done this before?” Hoseok shrieked, writhing some more. Yoongi growled in frustration and flung his entire weight onto Hoseok’s body—and thus effectively snapping the legs of the coffee table and sending them down towards the floor.

His advisor ran into the room then, eyes wide in alarm while holding a skillet filled with half-cooked meat, his creased white apron reading World’s Best Dad! in pretty cursive pink. “What the hell is going on here?”

untitled taekook* pairing(s): taekook, yoonjin genre: fluff, angst, humour, crack tags/warnings: restaurant au, running away, mentions of nudity, exhibitionism, does getting caught dancing naked in your room count as exhibitionism idek, mention of mpreg, but there’s no actual mpreg, i mean it’s the sims it’s not real, many many references to the male organ, but sorry folks no smut (A/N: this is literally what i have in my docs wow i’m such a nerd for preparing ao3 tags LMAO)

SUMMARY

The last thing Jungkook expected after running away to Seoul is to score a private live viewing of Naked_Neighbour_Dancing_In_His_Bedroom.mov—and then proceed to bump into him when he’s not-so-naked. And then also manage to greet him with a slap. It also probably doesn’t help that Nude Neighbour is his new boss. All in all, Jungkook just maybe kinda wants to die. (But of course Seokjin isn’t gonna allow him, so he’s just going to suffer—for now.)

PREVIEW

He sighs, turning his head to gaze out of the window, only to freeze when he realises his view isn’t exactly the most… decent.

Because across from his small studio apartment window is a perfect view of a larger apartment in the building across, and currently, the tenant (he hopes the boy’s the tenant) is enthusiastically dancing through his room completely naked, dinglehopper fully on display. He’s mouthing the words to some song, throwing a finger up in the air as he shuts his eyes and nods his head as though the music (Jungkook thinks there’s music) blasting in his room is speaking to him on a spiritual level.

Jungkook’s face is bright red when he finally breaks out of his trance, and he wishes he wasn’t so bad at reacting appropriately to inappropriate situations so he could at least have saved himself from adding a thirty-second clip of Nude Neighbour to his collection of non-digital memories. He rushes to the window and pulls the curtains close, fingers stiff as he tries to rid his brain of such scandalous images.

At least he was hot.

His face is redder now—if that’s even possible. “Fuck me,” he whispers, and then flushes even more. “Wait, no. Don’t fuck me. That’s not what—why am I even talking to myself. Agh.”

take these words out of my lungs (and set them free) pairing(s): vmin genre: angst, fluff tags/warnings: major character death, suicide attempt, depression, body image issues, depressed!jimin, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, ambiguous original character that appears for like five seconds, high school au

SUMMARY/PREVIEW

three pounds. that’s how much he’s gained since he last stepped on the scale, the dictator that rules over his life. he stares at the numbers again, frowning at the digits glaring up at him. perhaps there was a mistake; maybe the scale is rigged or jammed or simply broken. he couldn’t have possibly gained three pounds in a span of two days. hasn’t he been walking around his neighbourhood enough?

he sighs, stepping off the scale and turning around to flush the toilet before washing his hands. even the cold water burns his skin, and he wishes he could melt through the cracks on the floor. would he slim down then? would he finally be skinny enough?

“jimin!” he hears his mother call, and he forces his way from the sink, sneaking out his parent’s bathroom and into the living room outside. their apartment is small but cozy. jimin hates it.

untitled kim seokjin* pairing(s): platonic OT7 genre: fluff, angst tags/warnings: anxiety, depression, eating disorder, negative body image perception, lapslock (lower case)

SUMMARY

honestly, he can’t remember what it’s like to live anymore.

PREVIEW

breathe in. breathe out.

three lucky charms. four cereal pieces. seven bits down the drain.

he smiles, staring at the milk-stained sink as the spoon clatters against metal, bowl turned upside down. it’s ugly—white ink staining burnt grey like liquid cobwebs feeding on rust. it looks exactly as how he feels: dirty, wasted, trash. one-seventy-nine centimetres down the drain.

untitled kim taehyung pairing(s): Kim Taehyung/Reader genre: fluff, humour, probably angst bc knowing me tags/warnings: (sor far) nudity, profanity

SUMMARY/PREVIEW

Kim Taehyung has no regrets. Sure, he probably should’ve thought twice before he spent all of his money on BIGBANG merch just to show Jungkook that yes, he’s the bigger fanboy, and sure, he definitely should’ve listened to Jimin when he warned Taehyung that no, he shouldn’t eat three whole pizza pies by himself, but that doesn’t mean he regrets any of his decisions. Even though blowing all his earnings on people he’ll never meet did cause him to starve for a good or so month.

(Thank god for ramyeon.)

So, no, Jimin, he doesn’t regret running out of the shower butt naked when he heard her singing on her way to the second floor of their co-ed dorm, doesn’t regret shouting, “I love your voice!” before she screamed, “Oh my god, you’re naked!” And he definitely doesn’t regret yelling, “Oh, shit!” into Oblivion before sprinting back into the bathroom to resume the hot shower he abandoned.

“For fuck’s sake, Taehyung,” Jimin says to him once Taehyung’s finished recounting the story, the two of them lying side by side on Jimin’s bed. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

“I should probably say hi,” Taehyung muses, blinking at the ceiling. “Do you think she remembers me?”

Jimin glances down, and snickers. “With how small your dick is, she probably does.”

untitled park jimin pairing(s): Park Jimin/Reader genre: fluff tags/warnings: (so far) blind!reader

SUMMARY

He is an angel; and she doesn’t need to see to believe. She fathoms his widespread wings as he gently picks her up, worriedly and urgently asking for her health, voice so soft it touches her skin like silk on smooth glass. His eyes must be crinkled in the corners, a smile stuttering through apologies, heart too warm for the human hand to touch. She imagines what he looks like, faintly deciding through his rapid Korean that he must be chesnut if not vanilla, not in skin but in connotation because he sounds and smells and feels like home.

Her pause is a millennia long, and she hears him repeat himself again, the sound of melting marshmallow oozing out of beautiful lips: “Are you alright?”

She produces a smile, feathery and light, eyes glassy and the world continues to remain black. “I’m fine,” she replies, and her voice is cracked from its lack of use; she hasn’t met anyone worth talking to in what feels like a century. Another smile reappears, much strained than what she’s used to, and she picks herself up from where the concrete lay, the dust falling from her voile skirt. “No damage done.”

untitled kim taehyung #2* pairing(s): Kim Taehyung/Reader, platonic OT7 genre: fluff, angst tags/warnings: i think it’s schizophrenia?, mental illnesses, depression

SUMMARY/PREVIEW

There is a moment when time stands still. It’s fleeting, escaping the moment your fingers curl around it and pull. But it is during this moment happiness enraptures you with its warm hug as your heart thunders against your chest—the steady thump, thump, thump of a snare drum awakening. It is during this moment pain ceases to exist.

But after, everything will come rushing back.

i have more but these are the ones that are decent, at the very least.

to pass the torch on, i’ll tag @minmelly @kinky-koreans @pasteljeonggukk @haneulismykoreanname @rnjmnster and anyone else who wants to do it! (if you don’t, no pressure. good luck to you and your writing!)

#tags #i actually have like 10 more wips #i didn't know i had this many #will i actually write any of these #hopefully at some point