#run or youll get a cold for a week

[alexcaninnit]

Completion

It looked down at its hand, frowning. Or, he would be frowning, if he had a mouth anymore.

Everything hurts. 

Constantly.

The Old Donnie gave him some sort of charm to help, but it only lessened it just slightly. 

It knows that it is incomplete. Slapped together like a shoddy children’s art project. 

He just wishes that it did not have to come with so much pain.

His bones ache, its muscles always burning. He tries not to even think about his melted, mutilated face. It hurts more when it thinks about it. 

So, Abel gets up, and walks down to the lair, the area of the New York sewers where Mikey and his siblings live. He likes Mikey. He also likes Raph. Leo and Donnie seem to both be scared of him.

But it needs their help for what hes specifically trying to do, so hopefully they will agree to help. 

He walks into the lair, having to duck a lil bit in certain doors, but not much. All the openings are a good size for him because Raph is so large, and apparently going to keep getting bigger. 

Abel knocks on Donnie’s lab door, the purple metal sliding open as a very tired looking Don looks up at him, wrapped in a fluffy bath robe. His eyes widen and he fixes his round glasses.

“...Hello.”

Abel waves, then, like Mikey taught him, signs, ‘Can I come in?’

“..Sure.” Donnie lets him in, pulling his robe a little tighter around himself. He is scared to be around Abel. It does not blame him for this, he is a scary person. “What do you need?”

‘I want you to fix me.’

Donnie blinks, confused. “Fix you..?”

‘Everything hurts. I cant eat, or speak.. Im incomplete.’ Abel signs, sitting down on the floor. ‘I want you to finish me.’

Donnie looks at him for a long while, and then nods in understanding. “Okay. You get that this is gonna be a lot of work, and probably hurt?”

It nods.

“And something might. Happen.”

It nods again. ‘It cant hurt worse than it already does.’

He sighs, running a hand over his face. “...Okay, lets get to work.”

The next week was awful. 

Abel spent most of the time under some very heavy magical drugs, drifting in and out of conciousness to sluggish, dull burning to excruciating, searing pain, then back down into dull, throbbing nothingness. Most of the time, he spent having vivid nightmares, soothed only by Donnie’s surprisingly reassuring voice.

Eventually, he opens his eyes and sees bright lights, and Leo and Donnie standing above him, brows creased in concern.

“...Abel…? You good, buddy?”

Abel manages to nod, then, mustering all his strength, sits up.

And then he nearly starts sobbing. 

It doesn’t hurt anymore. 

He hugs himself, tears slipping down his face. Leo puts out a tentative hand and pats him on the shoulder, concern in his eyes.

“You okay buddy?”

He signs, with shaking hands, ‘It feels so good not to hurt,’ and Leo looks visibly relieved, relaxing. 

“Okay big man. We gotta run some tests, okay?”

Abel feels his blood run cold. He hates tests.

“Just a few.” Leo quickly reassures. “Just some stuff to make sure your new body is working right.” 

Abel nods, Leo smiling and holding up a lil light. Not too bright. “Follow the light with just your eyes, not your head.” He does so, and Leo nods. “Good job! Now reflexes,” he taps Abel’s leg and it very nearly kicks him across the room. Leo manages to dodge. “OH SHIT- Well. At least we know theyre working.” He laughs. “Everything seem to be working. You can hear and smell well? Everythings okay?”

He nods. 

“Fantastic.” Donnie hands him two crutches, fastening them around his arms and pulling him to his feet. He quickly balances himself, Donnie helping him to get the hang of walking around. “Youll have to use these for a bit, okay?”

He nods, standing up as straight as he can. 

“Wanna go see Theo?” He nods again, and Donnie smiles a lil, texting someone on his phone. “Alright. But first,” He pulls him over to a mirror, and, for the first time in. ever, really, Abel looks at himself in the mirror.

And he starts crying again.

Looking back at it is. Him. 

He, pretty much unsurprisingly, looks like Theo. Just taller, with redder eyes, and shaggier hair (somehow.) He’s wearing a simple black shirt and sweatpants, with some bandages still wrapping his limbs. He still has a few of his scars, a few stitches, but it kinda likes the way it looks. 

“Not bad, huh?” Leo grins. 

Theo sighs for the umpteenth time, still walking with Mikey, her hand over his eyes. “Whhhy are your hands over my eyes.”

“Becauuuuse theres a surprise waiting for you!”

He sighs again. He is not fond of surprises. 

Eventually, they stop walking, (in front of Donnie’s lab, he can tell based on the smell,) and Mikey giggles. Theo can hear three other heartbeats. 

“Okay okay okay okay. Now you can look.” 

Mikey removes their hand and Theo finally opens his eyes, and then, almost involuntarily, gasps.

Standing in front of him are Leo, Donnie, and Abel. Except that Abel looks entirely different from before. He has hair, for one thing, long and black and fluffy just like his. And he’s slightly shorter, but he looks even smaller bent over  his silver and pink crutches. He also has a mouth again, the melted and mutilated skin now removed. 

Abel gives him the most adorable smile hes ever seen, then, opening his mouth, he rasps out.

 “Hi Theo.”

Theo chokes out a sob, immediately pulling his little brother into a hug.

“It.. doesn’t hurt, anymore…”

#alexcanwrite #rotmnt #rottmnt oc #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt #abel #leo rottmnt #donnie rottmnt #tmnt oc

[msm-tsotmw]

…Now where’s Kayna? She probably knows how to decipher this…

… hm ? are you looking for mauna ?

(Sprigg turns around and looks at a gloomy Monster with long, handless arms, a very long dress, and “hair” that covers their eyes. They have rainbow-colored ballroom gloves, a shooting star hairclip with a matching necklace, and a black satin belt.)

Who are you?

oh , um , sorry . i could not help but notice . i am looking for her too , you see .

…Who’s Mauna?

the only kayna who lives here . she also has a home on tribal island . are you looking for her ?

Uh… yeah. Why are you looking for her, too, exactly?

… er , never mind .

What?

i was going to tell her i liked her . not in a friend way . more like an … “ i want to grow old , do taxes , and laundry with you for the rest of my life ” way . please do not tell anybody .

Oh. Okay. Anyways, you seen her anywhere?

… i told her to meet me under the stars , near that tree . she is probably there already . does that help ?

Yeah. Yeah, that helps. I’m looking for her so she can help me decode… whatever the fuck this is.

(Sprigg shows the gloomy Monster the book page with the strange hieroglyphs on it.)

hmm … she is an expert decoder . maybe she can help . follow me .

Thanks. Anyways, what’s your name?

oh . my name is … hmm …

You don’t have one?

no no no , i do have a name , it’s just i am bad at remembering certain things …

ah . you can call me moperetta . i do not mind being referred to as anything . and you are …?

Sprigg. I go by “they.”

okay , sprigg . let us go and find mauna .

(Sprigg and Moperetta go and find Mauna, and eventually find her sitting next to a large tree with branches that droop down.)

hello ? mauna ?

Hm ? Oh , hi Moperetta ! Is there something you wanted to tell me ?

well , er ..

ummm …

… nevermind . this other monster needs your help … ( more than i need it . )

Oh . Okay . Hey , you are the curious green fellow from Tribal , right ?

Yeah. I need some help deciphering this… I’ve already got “Starhenge” and “collapse” down, but the rest I don’t know.

Hmm … oh , this will even take ME a while . I will just study this for a few weeks …

Excuse me, fucking WEEKS?!

Just kidding !

(Oh, thank Galvana.)

Maybe give me time . This will take a while , anyway , so is there anything you wanted to say , Moperetta ?

umm … sprigg , you can go , now … i would much prefer if i could just have a small conversation with mauna .

Alright, you do you. Good luck.

(Sprigg leaves the two lesbians Mauna and Moperetta by themselves, under the large, droopy tree.)

… Good luck with what ?

umm …

(Moperetta gives Mauna a kiss on the cheek, then a small envelope and runs away.)

Oh . Guess I should read this before that , haha !

—————meanwhile, at Crysta and Ritika’s house, with Toorie and Mondo—————

So I Was There In The Water , Flailing My Arms Because None Of Us Know How To Swim , And -

(Sprigg opens the door.)

oh hey

wassup sprigg

Hi !! Toors was telling us a story ,, wanna hear ??

Nope. I’ve been in the exact same situation.

Oh okay

Hey , Why Are You So Gloomy ?

The deciphering’s gonna take a long time so we have to stay here for a few days.

k then

That’s Perfectly Fine With Me !! It Just Means I Get To Spend Quality Time With My Sisters :D

EEEEEEEEEE !!!!

(Crysta grabs Ritika and Toorie and pulls them into an EXTREMELY tight sister hug.)

Ahaha , No Need To Get So Intense , Cryssie !

yeah, it kinda hurts…

Oh .. Sorry ,, sisters !!

(Crysta lets go of her sisters. Ritika rubs her arm, sore from the very tight embrace.)

yknow my sister can hug harder than that

Oh ,, really ??

mhm just come to cold island when this trip is done and youll see

Well ,, I bet she can’t beat me in a HUGGING CONTEST !!

nah she has some serious fucking muscle

(Toorie nudges Mondo.)

Mondo , Language !! Crysta’s Kind Of Young .

Hey ,, I’m 11 !!

I Know . Young .

(( Man ,, it sucks being the youngest .. ))

(Crysta, being the drama queen she is, crosses her arms with a grumpy expression.)

alr

my sister has some serious freaking muscle so be careful

Okay ..

Crysta , How About You Go To Your Room ? It’s Almost Time To Sleep .

But Toooooooorie —

toorie’s right, we better get to sleep early.

Ugh ,, fine ..

Mondo , You Can Share A Room With Me !

oh

(hUHAGYJGFQHGJ@JHAG)H3:;MSBSMHVSMHVHSV:;#*HK# #J*#*#*#(*#’GEIHGDJHGSNS,MNSNZ,MNX,BKJXVMNXVS 87#* 8(#)

ok

Good Night , Everyone !

—————Meanwhile, with Sprigg in the kitchen—————

(…)

(Starhenge… collapse…)

(Hmm…)

(What could this mean?)

(And considering the shooting star Boo’qurm saw, and the fact that nobody has heard from the Celestials, who are usually pretty sociable for deities, in eons…)

(…)

I should go to sleep. I’ll think about this more tomorrow.

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yeaaaaaaaah UH anyways they have ages now!! (and again with me making so fucking many headcanons for the trio that they’ve become my own OCs at this point-)

toorie is 22, mondo is 21, and sprigg is 24, and them being the oldest is kind of surprising since they’re like 3 feet tall lmao

also I imagine crysta sounding like the “I’m 11 so shut the fuck up” girl lolz

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

#msm #my singing monsters #msm au #my singing monsters au #furcorn #furcorn msm #fluoress #fluoress msm #kayna #kayna msm #pompom #pompom msm #mammott #mammott msm #TooToo #TooToo msm #sooza #sooza msm

[sleepy-achilles]

The Family of Destruction- Non wrestling au

You had to see this coming

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Shawn frowns as he checks the latest fashion trends. "They used to bully us for these exact trends" Shawn states. Taker looks up from his motorbike. "That doesn't seem like planning to me darling" Taker points out. Shawn lowers his magazine. "Me and goldust planned it all this morning. I don't know how I'm going to react so I'm trying to relax." Shawn tells him. "Why? What's wrong?" Taker asks. "We haven't had all our kids in one room for a long time. We haven't seen Leon in years either. Cassie visits when she can and John sees us everytime he's home from tour. I don't know how I'll even react" Shawn explains. "It'll be okay. John's excited, cassies excited and well Leon said he's coming so that's something. He couldn't speak much before he was pulled back into radio silence." Taker promises.

"God knows what's happened to him since he left..." Shawn whispers. "It'll be okay Shawn. I promise you." Taker moves to him. "I know, just being a mother hen" Shawn sighs before kissing Taker. "I know" Taker smirks.

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John closes his bag and puts his baseball cap on. "How long you gonna be gone?" Randy asks sitting on the bed. "Eh a week max. Don't worry, I'll be back in time for tour" John smirks. "Just, have fun yeah? I know it's been awhile" Randy huffs. "I always do." John smiles. "Well, let's get you to your private jet, Mr Michaels" Randy smirks. "Eh don't be weird" John shudders causing the other to chuckle.

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"How long are you leaving?" Rhea asks. "Gibbs has given me a week. Why, you gonna miss me?" Cassie smiles standing her suitcase up. "You know gibbs is only nice when both you and abby are in the lab. I'm fearing my life. Especially Tony's" she explains. Cassie chuckles. "Youll be fine. Just text me if he's being extra gibbs and I'll call" cassie tells her. "So, am I taking you to the airport?" Rhea smiles. "No I am. You have cold cases to do." A rough voice calls. Cassie hides her smile as Rhea groans. "See ya cassie. See you back at work boss" she huffs. Gibbs smirks at the girls.

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Drew pulls his helmet off and lets his hair down. "You excited?" Drew asks sitting on the cot. "I don't know..I haven't seen any of them since I shipped out..and well..shits changed about me since." Leon mutters. "And they'll understand. Trust me. I mean you've seen the work your brother does for you and well all of us. We've managed to survive because of the work of your sister and her team. They are proud of you" drew smiles. "The last time I spoke to any of them, it was my dad when they arranged this whole thing. We only had 10 minutes before we were called into mission." Leon sighs. Drew frowns. He knows Leon left to escape someone, but he never realised how badly the rest of his family suffered because of it. "Dont go then" drew shrugs.

"What? And be left here with Captain? No thanks. Its the only week we get off for a while, imma take it" Leon huffs standing up. "Wanna walk with me to the helis?" Leon asks. "Of course. Enjoy texas cowboy." Drew smiles standing. "Enjoy Scotland, braveheart" Leon smirks causing drew to shove him slightly.

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Shawn sets the table as the door opens. "Papa!" John calls. "Dad!" Cassie calls. Shawn can't stop himself from running towards his kids and hugging them. "Oh did you two come together?" Shawn asks pulling back. "We spotted each other in the airport" John smiles. "Im so glad your both here" Shawn smiles. "Is Lee not here?" Cassie asks placing her bag down. "Not yet, but he promised your dad he's coming" Shawn promises. "He better, we haven't seen him in so long" John huffs.

John has seen his baby sister since they all went their own ways. John is in dc a lot so they always make sure to meet up. He hasn't however seen his baby brother since he shipped out. Cassie hasn't either but she's heard word of his work. A pro to working in the ncis.

"Hes been doing so really good things, we've watched a few of his missions as they've needed ncis help with a few things" cassie states. "How does he look?" Shawn asks. "I..I can't really say. I haven't really seen him" cassie whispers. "Its okay. I'm serving breakfast so I hope you haven't eaten" Shawn smiles. "Waffles?" Both ask. "You know it" Shawn smirks. "Ill grab your father, go clean up." Shawn orders. "Yessir" they both rush off.

Shawn whispers a quick little prayer for his middle child before walking off.

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Taker can't fight a smile as cassie and shawn set up the garden as John moans at them. "Well, somethings never change" a voice chuckles.

Taker turns and is met with his youngest sons face. A young yet haunted face. "Leon? Jesus son" Taker huffs pulling the man into a hug. "Sorry its been so long." Leon mutters. "Its okay. Your here now. Your alive and healthy. Its okay." Taker sighs pulling back and cupping the mans face. "Alive yes, healthy..ehh" Leon shrugs. "What? What's wrong?" Taker asks. Leon steps back and raises his right trouser leg to reveal a prosthetic leg. "How? What happened?" Taker questions as Leon drops his trouser leg. "Explosion when working a mission in a factory. Was told I'm one lucky bastard." Leon huffs. "How long ago?" Taker asks. "A year or two. I can't ever remember..the years get fuzzy after so long" Leon shrugs.

It had been five years since his accident. But what was he to know.

"Leon!"

Taker steps aside as John and cassie bolt towards them. Leon huffs as both siblings pull him into a hug. Taker glances to see Shawn staring, a smile building on his face. "Let your papa see his boy" Taker tells the other two. They step aside and Leon walks down the porch and towards his Papa. "Hey papa" Leon whispers pulling the shorter man into a hug. "Baby.." Shawn whispers squeezing him tight. "How are you?" Shawn asks pulling back. He softly cups the mans face and examines him. "Im good. You'll be impressed, I've made a friend" Leon jokes. Shawn smiles. "Yeah? What's he like?" Shawn asks. "Real goofball. You'd like him. Scottish aswell" "Scottish?" "Yeah. Was black ops before he got assigned to America. Was supposed to be a one time thing but he ended up staying" Leon chuckles.

"Show us the leg!" Cassie suddenly yells. "Leg?" Shawn asks. Leon groans as the others walk over. "I may of lost a leg" Leon shrugs. "What?!" "Pa it's fine. It's been a few since it happened. I'm good and still amazing at my job" Leon sighs pulling his trouser leg up. "Woah it's cool!" Cassie smiles. "Should get you a bedazzled one" John teases. "I like it." Shawn mutters. Leon looks at him. "I know you worry. But I'm the best at what I do and I work with the best" Leon promises. "I know." Shawn smiles. "They got me training a new squad of youngsters. Tryna make mini us to take over when we hang up the guns. I take them on their first mission when I get back" Leon tells him. "Sounds fun" Taker smiles.

Leon can't help but smile. "They are a good bunch. They'll make perfect soldiers. They kinda make me proud" Leon chuckles. (Oh Leon you sweet child. It doesn't go the way you think) "but enough. We are here to celebrate no?" Leon asks. "Ooo! I have to tell you about my new friend! Her names rhea and she's Australian and she's a Agent on my team!" Cassie smiles. "And yes she is actually navy. Came over from the Australian one to work on our team" cassie smiles. "I've made no new friends" John shrugs. "So still Johnny no mates? Glad to know you'll always be a loser" Leon teases. "Just because your a one leg wonder now doesn't mean I won't kick your ass" John warns with a smile. "Please, I could be missing both legs and arms and still kick your ass" Leon huffs.

"Enough before I send you all back" Taker groans. The kids laugh. "Go clean up when me and pa start dinner." Taker orders. The kids nod before walking away, joking and laughing.

Taker approaches Shawn. "I told you." He murmurs. "I don't remember the last time I saw Leon smile and laugh." Shawn whispers hugging Taker. "I know." Taker mutters. "Im glad their all home. Even if it's just for a week." Shawn whispers. "Im glad your son is only missing a leg." Taker groans causing Shawn to giggle.

"Lets get food cooking before they bitch and moan at us" Shawn smiles patting takers chest. "Your li-" "lighting the barbecue, I know" Shawn huffs moving away.

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--a week later--

Leon gasps for breathe under his skeleton mask. His eyes wide with betrayal and fear as his team hand him over.

"Come home safe baby. And bring that drew you next time!" His pa voice echos in his head as the terrorists shoot the traitors.

"Weve got the package"

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--another week later--

"Its a nice song but it's just not my mood right now" cassie sighs as abby messes with the radio. "Its so mine though!" She smiles. "Abby, turn it off" gibbs orders as the team walk in. "Whats going on?" Cassie asks facing them. "Cass.." Tony tries. "Your brother and his squad have gone mia. They haven't called in and they missed their extraction." Gibbs speaks up. Cassies eyes widen in fear. "W-What?" "It was supposed to be a simple mission, in and out, a day max. But they believe they caught terrorist movement in the arena and your brother...well he's a very special man-" "because he knows everything about everything..." cassie finishes.

"But all agencies are working to help, including us, we will find him" Kate smiles. Cassie turns to look at the photo they had taken 2 weeks ago. Leon is actually smiling. "We will" cassie whispers. "We will bring him home safe pa" she whispers.

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I mean I teased Leon's mission going bad so I just had to include it.

Also Leon with a feature from his og design? A prosthetic. Yes please.

I just remembered not being able to figure out why or how he has it in the normal wrestling world so I never gave it to him.

But now? Oh now I can

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #leon michaels #john cena #cassidy michaels #non wrestling au

[ratdoeswriting]

dont let him go

summary: It was a week before Morse was allowed to go home - the wound on his neck didn’t take to healing as quickly as the doctors had hoped, and it was still tender, stark scarlet against ghostly white. He had only had a few visitors - Thursday had come in almost every evening, updating him on Sarah’s case; Dr. Debryn had popped in once, and even Mrs Thursday had stopped by for half an hour, but Jakes hadn’t been.

prompt:  this is part two to 'youll get him back' and would make more sense if u read that first but honestly just live ur life

pairings: peter jakes/endeavour morse

warnings: mentionas of past violence, mild injury description, emotions

word count: 1.2K

a/n: i started this months ago but was ever quite happy with it… oh well here it is!! okay so i started this in may and its almost november now so… sorry? anyways this is crossposted on ao3 and my main blog

~~~

It was a week before Morse was allowed to go home - the wound on his neck didn’t take to healing as quickly as the doctors had hoped, and it was still tender, stark scarlet against ghostly white. He had only had a few visitors - Thursday had come in almost every evening, updating him on Sarah’s case; Dr. Debryn had popped in once, and even Mrs Thursday had stopped by for half an hour, but Jakes hadn’t been. 

Morse wasn’t too surprised, they had never really defined what they had and considering what he knew about Jakes, maybe going out for dinner a few times did not warrant a hospital visit. Just because he wasn't surprised, that doesn't mean he wasn’t disappointed. Regardless, Morse was itching to get out of the hospital and desperate to get home, and graciously accepted Monica’s offer to call him a taxi. 

“Will you do something for me?” She asked, passing him his jacket. 

“Yes, I will take the rest of my time off to rest.”

“No, well yes, but-” Monica ducked her head to catch Morse’s eye, “will you go and speak to him? Please, I think it’d be good for you.”

He only hesitated for a moment, “Okay, I will. Thank you. And, thank you, for the cab.”

~~~

It was almost nine when Morse stepped out of the hospital, the biting night breeze cutting through his coat. He pulled it a little tighter. As Morse was about to get in the taxi, he heard someone shouting his name and a rhythmic car horn shock through the air. 

“Morse!”

He spun around, not quite able to hide a small smile as he apologised to the taxi driver and walked towards the other car. 

Jakes had been leaning against the driver’s door, but, as Morse walked across the car park, he circled round to the passenger side to greet Morse, cigarette loose in his grasp, smoke swirling in the dirty orange streetlight like sad, grey angel wings. 

“I wasn’t expecting you.” 

“Drive you home?” Jakes was frowning but still opened the door and gestured Morse inside. 

They drove in silence, the wheels splashing teardrops onto the bottom of the car and the radio crooning and crackling a classical station. Morse watched Jakes tap an agitated rhythm on the steering wheel and had the strangest urge to hold his hand tightly, to ground him. They didn’t speak until they were back at Morse’s flat. 

It had been cold outside, the kind of cold that made your eyes water and your nose run, and when you went into the warm your cheeks would turn a sad sort of red.  For a moment, when he turned from the kettle to the sink, Jakes could see this on Endeavour's face: a sick parody of how he looked the night Sarah took him. 

“I’m not going to vanish.” Endeavour’s voice was soft, holding Peter’s heart and soothing it’s racing beat. 

“You did.”

They stood there for a moment in silence, just this side of too tense, and in the light of the small washed out bulb, Endeavour could see Peter, really see him. His eyes looked more sunken than usual, dark circles weighing them down and making him look tired; he was pale too, ghostly, and Morse couldn’t help but wonder what he had been doing this past week.                                                                 

They couldn’t stop talking, though they weren't saying much worth anything. The silence must be filled. Someone had put the record player on. 

Morse’s cupboards were as good as bare - the few slices of bread had gone moldy - so they got fish and chips, though they were mostly cold by the time they sat down, legs intertwined, at the tiny dining table. 

“I really thought you were going to die,” Peter said, poking idly at his mushy peas, “I thought that- “

“‘Please, love’.”

“What?”

“The last thing that I actually remember is you saying that. And then I didn’t see you for a week.” Morse says - more an observation than an accusation.

“I did come. To the hospital, that is.” He reached across and took a few chips off Morse’s plate, “The first day you were in there you were unconscious, or sleeping maybe, but I was there.”

“You didn’t come after that?”

“I didn’t go home before I came to see you. I don’t know how much you remember, but your neck…” Peter trailed off for a moment, staring at something only he could see. He shook his head, “My hands, my shirt - they were- there was blood everywhere and everytime I looked at you I thought you were dead, Dev. Everytime I looked at you, all I could see was you dead in that barn, or in the ambulance or-”

“Okay, okay. I understand. It’s just- I wish you had come to see me.”

“Right, well I'll remember that for next time you nearly die.”

“Knowing me that won't be too long.”

~~~

Peter could smell smoke when he woke up. It wasn’t often that Morse smoked - he hated the taste and the way the smell lingered, but on those rare occasions that he did, Peter liked to watch. It was nice to see a slightly more human side to him, though he created a rather lachrymose picture. 

The duvet pooled wonkily around Endeavour’s waist, the bleak streetlights and stray sunlight trapped in the raindrops on the window making a dirty, blurred halo that illuminated his bruised torso and bounced off his curls, shredding Peter's heart.  

“I’m still not going to vanish.” Endeavour croaked. Peter sat up against the headboard and plucked the half finished cigarette from Morse’s fingers, tugging Endeavour on top of him. 

Peter ghosted his fingers across Morse’s shoulders, up towards the scabbed wound and back down again.

Endeavour shifted, pushing his face further into Peter’s neck. 

Peter watched the cigarette burning down to the filter. 

“Make sure you put that out,” Morse mumbled into Peter’s skin, and he was asleep again before Peter had lit another cigarette, blowing smoke as if it would take his discomfort as it went. It didn’t.

He couldn’t help but notice how fragile, how still, Morse looked and his mind helpfully supplied images of him bleeding out in that arn again, over and over and over until he almost convinced himself that this was a dream and Morse had died, that Peter  had been too slow, too weak. 

Peter’s free hand had still been tracing idle patterns across Morse’s freckled shoulders, so he guided his hand to the wound on Endeavour’s neck, ghosting his fingers over the shooting star and through a constellation of freckles. His pulse beat steadily under Peter's fingers. 

Peter took a shuddering breath and let sleep take him once more.

~~~

It was late afternoon when Morse next woke. There was a cool breeze pushing through his flat - Peter had opened the window to air out the smoke - and the breeze carried the smell of slightly burnt toast, thick butter, and a palpable undercurrent of loving concern. 

“You should eat something, Dev.” 

“We should go for a walk later.”

For now, they sat, fingers intertwined on top of the tiny table. Peter’s fingers twitched as if to hold tighter. Endeavour tightened his grip a little.

“I’m not going anywhere, love.”

#itv endeavour #endeavour morse #peter jakes #hurt/comfort #previous injury #lmk if i need to tag anything else #ratwrites

[i-lack-toes]

Lady Luck

Chapter 2 ish

It had been a couple days since you were last used. That was going to take some time getting used to… You were being carried around, bouncing against your owner's body as he made rounds but he was just carrying you. You had tried to use these quiet days to try to communicate with this ghost person, but instead of actually saying anything all you managed to do was jam up when he went to fire you. Still, it was an improvement. The blockhead never really put you down for more than a minute, a bit obsessive in a sense.

His hands were constantly stroking your sleek shell, making sure that you were well polished and looked after. You found that he was a bit of a clean freak after he cleaned your entire body after a day's use. He had done it so fast and efficiently that you weren’t able to be properly shocked. You could feel him clean your insides out from top to bottom, ensuring that he got every little speck of dust… it felt… too personal, ya know? Then when he had put you back together, he had spent more than an hour polishing the outside.

It was even weirder when that Soap fellow commented on it, apparently the lieutenant wasn't this careful with all other weapons. “Guess you ‘ave to keep ‘er well kept, huh Ghost?” he had said to the man working on small specks of dust, peering down over his shoulder at you as he watched the lieutenant. Ghost just grunted in response, a brief ‘fuck off’ was heard. Soap just cackled as he walked away, before coming back again “ain't it supposed to have one of those look out things?” he asked; taking another look at you, taking you in slowly like he missed something.

“There was an issue, apparently the screen wasn’t working correctly when they tried it out the first time, I’ll be getting that attachment later this week.” Ghost sighed out, clearly exasperated that his subordinate was still bothering him during his ‘alone’ time. “It's bad enough that these scientists are having me be their test subject, but having to wait until I get the full thing assembled is a pain in the ass, ‘specially when we got things to do '' he grumbled, his mask moving as he continued his complaints. Soap was just nodding, not looking like he fully understood what was being said, but agreeing nonetheless. The hell were they grumbling about? You were missing pieces?? Thats a bit fucked no? Maybe once youve got the new piece in place, youll be able to get the fuck out of there!

You were practically vibrating with excitement, you must have warmed up the casing as you heard a soft “fuck!” and suddenly you were doused in cold water. “Oi Johnny! Get me some cloth’s and shit, shes fucking turning hot for some damn reason!” Ghost barked over at the other guy, who ran around following the orders while he stood over you holding the now empty glass. He was staring at his hand, from what you could see, it was a bright red. Shit. you burnt him… wait, you burnt him? Quickly you pressed your face against the cold casing trying to see if you were actually able to do something other than jamming up! He was turning his hand a bit, and there! It was definitely a burn! Not a bad one but something nonetheless! Soap came running back throwing what looked to be a towel or something on top of you, causing your environment to become dark and muffled.

#call of dooty #call of duty #simon ghost riley #soap mctavish #help lol

[choicesgodfanatic]

A story for my beautiful Queen @eadanga

in your arms chapter 1

you walk stealthly inside the hotel room of the client who hired you. A man bald and white looks over at you. he strokes his beard. ''Ah Mrs/MR Anon glad to have you here'' you sat down infront of him folding your legs. ''Professor ketchum who do you need assisinated?''you asked folding your arms. the guards shiver at your menacing tone. Above you a screen shows a man blond with green eyes smiling holding a baby. ''Chris Powel age 30. Hes running for major.'' Ketchum leans forward looking into your eyes, giving you a cold glare ''kill him and youll be rewarded'' Nodding you take the deatils and walk out of the room.

2 hours later

Putting on your Tux/dress you walk toward the bar where your friend stacy invited you too(phineas n ferb) ''Bestie glad your back'' She hugs you close. ''Im getting married next week'' gasping you smile both of you squealing ''shots are on me'' the two of you drink and drink. Eventually stacy vomits and head home . You continue drinking when a man with blond hair sits beside you,he smells of bouurbon and piss. ''barkeep ill pay his/Her tab'' Chris powell the man you are gooing to kill is paying your tab. he looks over at you grinning. ''Hello agent''

#choices #choices the freshman

[lukesunbornn]

evil apollo kid whose only power is making people sick

#oh no! #its the son of apollo #run or youll get a cold for a week #you can distinguish him from his siblings bc of his constantly runny nose #idk if this is even remotely funny #it popped into my head at 3am and im just sending it into the world #gn everybody #pjo #hoo #toa #percy jackson #will solace #zohar thoughts

[spicy-tomato]

Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼

sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry

You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,

Daddy dream <3

Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go

You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him

“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him

“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.

“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.

“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”

“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.

“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.

You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.

“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.

“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.

“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.

“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.

“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.

“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.

“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him

“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.

#dream smp x reader smut #dreamwastaken smut #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #dream smp x reader #dream x reader smut #dreamwastaken x reader smut #dream x reader #dream smut #dream smp #dsmp smut #mcyt x reader smut #mcyt smut

[cyborg-franky]

congratulations on your milestone !! you deserve this and i cant wait for your next milestone 🎉🎉

as for the event, may i request an unlucky random number with either marco or ace ? its uty if you want it to be canon or modern au !!

thank you in advance and i hope youll have a great week !

Thank you my love! and due to what random number we landed on I picked Ace and Marco like a poly. I am sorry in advance for the pain this will cause, we can both cry together.

Ace x Marco x GN Reader SFW Prompt: Losing something important to you Word Count: 510

The three of you had been close, closer than you’d ever been with anyone else. The nights would be filled with laughter as you and Ace would try and get Marco to come to bed at a reasonable time and he’d grab at you both before settling down between you. You loved when it was your turn to be in the middle of your partners, feeling Ace’s warm arms around your waist, Marco’s long limbs across your body.

You thought yourself lucky to have not one perfect soulmate but two, how they loved you with their entire beings, how they loved one another so perfectly. The three of you never felt like an awkward fit, everything just flowed.

Sat at the dinner table together, feeding Ace bits of your dinner that you didn’t want, the freckled pirate always eager for seconds or thirds, Marco telling you how you spoiled him. You remembered when you surprised Marco for his birthday last year, how you’d both burst into his office with a birthday cake you’d made a joint effort on making.

Every morning was a pleasure to wake up with Ace and Marco, their very different styles and personality just worked well with your own. You loved the feeling of two sets of lips on each cheek as you woke up slowly first thing.

Now though, now everything felt different, cold. You watched Marco as he hunched over his desk staring at his paperwork, his red framed glasses starting to slip down his nose as he tried to concentrate. You got up moving over to the zoan, your hands gripping his shoulders, his hand reached for yours, a sigh escaping his lips.

“Marco, come to bed, please” you said softly and felt his large hand on yours, lacing your fingers together as he leaned back, his eyes showed how tired he was, not even the phoenix’s powers could hide just how little sleep Marco was allowing himself.

“I can’t chick, I hate how empty the bed feels without..” He paused; you could hear the choked sound in his throat.

“I know, I miss him too…” You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him tightly.

“It’s not fair yoi…”

Losing Ace had been heart-breaking for you both, you didn’t think either of you would have been able to cope with this pain alone, thankful you at least still had one another. Sometimes you didn’t think you or Marco would ever heal from losing the sunshine that was Ace. You felt him grip your arms as he finally let the tears come, he sobbed softly, the tears running down his cheeks feely, you moved to take off his glasses, setting them aside.

You kissed the side of his face and tried to calm the older pirate, whispering into his ear, holding him tightly but seeing someone as strong as Marco break down you couldn’t stop you own tears, feeling them making hot streaks down your face as you held your partner closely.

You had one another but you’d always be missing a piece.

#marco the phoenix x reader #marco the phoenix #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece x you #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace #sfw #marco the pineapple #marco x reader #marco x you #marco x yn #p/oly #angst #marco x reader x ace #ace x reader x marco #portugas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #portugas d ace

[alreadyblondenow]

Whenever the sun is hiding

“And I wish that she’s you. If we have met a little bit sooner I’d marry you. Why can’t it be you?”

Pairing: General!Kun x warrior!female reader, Mulan AU, enemies to lovers Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, angst? WC: 3,750k Warnings: this story is so asian because it is a Mulan AU, this is a time where women are allowed to be warriors, mentions of heavy training bc they’re warriors, cheating but... youll get it once you read it, unprotected sex, mentions of fingering, mentions of Kun fantasizing about the reader fucking him, fingering, a lot of kisses, slight exhibitionism, mentions of other idols A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I have time. I just watched the new Mulan movie, (yes the one that was boycotted) and it was amazing. To the one who requested this... I’m sorry if you’re not asian, :( but I hope you still read and love this.

Under the scorching sun in the middle of summer, warriors are trained to be prepared of what lies ahead. The power of the enemy is quickly growing by every second and the young warriors of China, and it’s very young, new and ambitious general is not going to slack off until his nation is safe.

That is why he is very hard and strict with how he teaches the warriors assigned to him. So strict that every woman in his battalion went home after the first few days of training. Except you.

It is your incredible will and perseverance to bring honor to your family that’s making you stay and helping you go through each hard training everyday. And who would have thought that your perseverance and driven soul will make general Qian Kun hate you to the core.

But that’s not the only reason why he hates you.

One beautiful night after your night duty when you thought everyone was asleep, you took a bath on the river and enjoyed your time alone. Releasing your feminine side by smiling while watching the moon, catching flowers that fell on water and tuck one behind your ears. You were beautiful, the general thought.

So beautiful that he almost did not realized that he was peeking now and accidentally saw your breasts the moment you went out of water. He then quickly hid behind a big rock, careful not to make a sound and careful not to be caught. That night, he touched himself while thinking about you.

And that is why general Qian Kun hated you. Because despite being a successful general in his very young age, he’s still a man who can’t have a decent fuck when he sure knew he needed one. You make him sin even though he’s already engaged and every time he touch himself with you in his mind, he will always feel so guilty afterwards.

Who wouldn’t hate you for that?

“Wake up, wake up my general”

There’s that soft toned wake up call again with a faint image of a woman on top of him, blurry because of the sunlight behind her that hurts Kun’s eyes and made him squint, but he knew he was dreaming.

And then he woke up.

It’s that dream again. The dream of his future wife who had been matched to him a day before he left for his duty as general. What a pity. It doesn’t look that much, but Kun was so excited to meet her in person. But the girl has been visiting her in his dreams, and that’s why he knew that this marriage is a good idea. This marriage will be beautiful, she will be beautiful and he will have a quiet married life after this duty of his.

Kun got up from his comfort and asked his assistant if you had gone home already and coward away. “No general, Y/n was seen during the morning run,” the soldier answered.

“Bring her to me, I want to talk to her,” Kun ordered and then stretched is body before putting on his robe and sit on his chair, waiting for your presence.

“General, L/N Y/N is here,” the soldier announced and Kun commanded you to enter right away.

It was nice on the generals tent, cozy and not hot like the tent you use together with the others. His things were neatly placed, and he is staring right at you now.

“From now on you will go last with everything. Last in line, last to shower, last to rest after training. Except during meals, you’re first during meals but don’t eat with other men. Are we clear?”

“Yes sir!” Of course it was clear to you but you never know why? Did you do something wrong?

But the real reason is, after what happened the other night, the incident in the river, Kun can’t risk the other men to be distracted by you. Some men in the battalion are already matched and ready to marry when they get home, just like him. So he can’t tolerate sin now and raise cheaters during this training .

Or maybe he simply just wanted to protect you.

For you it’s alright if you’re always last, what’s more important is you’re not last when it comes to skills and fighting. You were always doing great in the field, and the general was always impressed by what you’re showing. He just can’t say it out loud because it will hurt his pride. But who cares if he agrees, you’re not giving up and that’s what’s important.

Knowing that you’re last to take a shower and to clean yourself in the river, Kun can’t contain himself even though he has been avoiding you for weeks now. Yes. Weeks. But all his great efforts are coming to waste because at the end of the day, he will end up thinking about you and well, fantasize about you fucking him instead of resting.

“Maybe you like her and deep inside it’s not just weird fantasies after all,” the second general, Lucas, said to Kun while he is busy washing his hair.

“Did you forget that I’m matched already and she’s waiting for me to return home?” Kun frustratingly answered back.

“No, I did not forget that. But you don’t know this fiancé of yours, and you have never seen her or touched her,”

“Sure I did. In my dreams”

“That doesn’t count you moron. Look, if fantasising is not enough for you maybe just ask her-“

“You’re the moron, you know I can’t do that. I can lose my rank as general,”

“Let me finish first” Lucas held up his big hand and waited his friend to shut up, “Ask her truthfully, be clear with your intentions. After all, she’s a girl too and maybe she needs what you have been wanting too,” Lucas explained and left for he is done taking a bath.

Turns out Lucas was right. Whenever you take a bath in the river alone, and made sure that no one is watching, you touch yourself quickly and relieve your stress in a corner. Imagining a man whose fingers are deep inside you and imagining that you two are in a hurry so others won’t catch you.

Then after a good orgasm, you just feel silly and desperate. Why do I do this to myself, you murmured.

“Next time do it behind that rock,”

A familiar voice startled you and instantly made you shy. Did he saw you touch yourself? How much did he saw or hear? Why is he here? Did he do this on purpose? Of all people, why the general?

“I’m sorry general. I should get going...” you said with shy eyes, covering your still wet body with your thin robe and avoiding the general’s gaze that melts you instantly.

“Can you join me?” he stopped you from walking away from him, holding you by the elbow. A gesture that you can read easily. The general is not joking and he meant every word he said.

By the time he left you to go in the middle of the river, you haven’t made up your mind but you aren’t leaving yet as if you wanted to accept his offer and see what goes after. What are expecting? A kiss? A good talk? A good fuck? Why does he want me to join him?

All these questions ran through your mind as you slowly untie your robe and let it fall on the ground, walking slowly towards to the handsome man waiting for you under the moon and stars in the middle if a cold river.

Whatever happens, happens.

“So this is your decision?” He asked you calmly, with a soft smile that you have never seen him wear. “We will never speak of this whenever the sun is up,”

You nodded slowly and he came close, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you underwater so you could lock your legs around him.

“Tell me, are you matched?” he asked, looking so handsome in his damped hair.

“I am,” you answered weakly but you already got lost in his eyes.

“All the more reason to hide what we have,” he said and started kissing your neck that felt so good. Suddenly the cold water became warm, or that’s just Kun sharing an unfamiliar heat to you.

Slowly, he walked towards the big rock he talked about earlier. Feeling the water gush to your body and his hand soothing your butt underwater while making small talk. Everything feels so wrong but so good at this moment that you can only let out soft moans and listen to his groans as he was busy kissing you and kept on touching your body. Kissing your breast and licking your nipples like you were some kind of cold treat on a summer day, and you did not miss how his tongue felt around your sensitive areas.

“General-“

“Kun. Call me Kun whenever were alone,” he whispers and started nibbling your earlobe. His hands started to roam on your inner thighs, holding you with one hand and readying himself to make his first move. “Don’t make a sound,” he said and kissed you on the lips. Deep and with tongue that you became speechless and all you can do is shut your eyes close and feel this two fingers go inside your cunt. In and out you feel him under water but it sadly it doesn’t do the job.

“I think it’s the water,” he stopped and groaned quietly, his frustration was obvious. Is he really desperate to fuck tonight? “Let’s go to my tent, what do you think?” he asks you.

“N-no. That’s too much. We can get caught, I think I’m fine for tonight-“

He cut you off with a smirk and chuckle, “No were not. Were not going to get caught and were certainly not yet done for the night, unless you really want to. I can’t force you,” and again, he gave you freedom to choose. But whenever he’s like this you can’t help but feel like you’re throwing yourself to him. You just stared at his eyes and traced his soft lips using your thumb.

“Lead the way,” you said. And you witnessed him smile from ear to ear.

Quiet and very careful, you and Kun walked towards his tent and made sure that no one will see you together. Good thing the coast is clear and if anyones is awake, they should be guarding the place like a hawk. The moment you’re both inside his cozy tent, he blew the candle so no one would see your silhouettes, and of course, you did not make any sound.

He walked you towards his bed and slowly undid your robe, swiftly removing it and making you lie comfortably on his bed. He removed his robe and went on top of you immediately, staying in between your legs while he spreads kisses on your body. But you swear, you wanted to see his cock to inspect whether it’s big or can it fit?

“Don’t worry, you will feel it in a moment. And it will answer all your questions,” he smirked in between kissing your left breast while kneading the other. “Do you like kisses?” He asks as he spreads some around your body all the way down to your cunt, teasing it with a few licks.

“Now I do,” you smiled and answered his question. Reaching for his head to rake away his hair and to see how his tongue works.

Incredible. As expected and you wish you could make a sound.

Kun went back up to you, searching for your eyes under the very minimal light, “You should be kissed often, and by someone who knows how” he whispered and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Is that an invitation for tomorrow night?” You joked and smiled through the feeling of him finally spreading your legs open and making you feel his cock slide up and down your wet slit, again, teasing you and preparing you for what’s yet to come.

“If you let me kiss you everyday then I’m considered the luckiest man on Earth”

Such sweet words you thought. But such sweet words are not easily said if you don’t like the person you’re with. In other words, you don’t know if he actually mean it or is he just trying to be sweet because he’s about to fuck you senseless now?

“Ugh- it wont go in,” he said frustrated but still quiet. He’s that big and you are that tight.

“Ahh- fuck I wasn’t ready” you almost screamed the moment he put two fingers in your hole to prep you more, making you wetter by every second.

“Fuck its huge,” you informed him when Kun finally manage to put a few inches inside. He just chuckled and lowered himself to kiss your neck, whispering, “its not yet even halfway in,” he said in a very sexy way that just took your breath away.

But before he fucks you properly, he made sure he’s looking directly to you not missing the way you will react when he finally move. And when he finally did you furrowed your brows and parted your lips shamelessly, letting out small sounds that’s for yourselves only. You look and sounded so beautiful and irresistible Kun thought and he knew right then and there that he will be addicted to you. Almost to the point of he can’t let you go.

“Please don’t get me pregnant,” you plead and hold on tightly to his shoulders and kiss him even more deeply.

“I wont” he said and spread your legs even more for a new angle. Finally giving you hard and piercing thrust that you don’t have any choice but to accept them.

The night continued as you two forget the world outside the tent. He did a lot of things to you. Completely maximizing his time before the sun appears. After the first wave of your sexual activity, to your surprise he flipped you on your stomach and made you arched your back beautifully. Spreading kisses on your back while he kneads your breast from behind, pinching your nipples and giving them a great squeeze from time to time... as he fucks you harder from behind that if anyone is listening outside they will already know what you two are doing in the dark.

And just as you thought that he’s done with you, for his final move tonight, his grand finale, he made you cum using his tongue with two fingers inside your cunt and his other hand busy kneading one of your breast.

“Your legs are shaking uncontrollably, are you fine?” He was teasing you. If you have the energy to punch him you would gladly do it but now you really can’t.

While you two were enjoying the quietness of the night, you snuggle beside Kun while he wraps his arms around you. Both staring blankly in the ceiling and both replaying what happened earlier in your minds.

“I don’t feel guilty, I hope you do too” he said out of nowhere.

“Surprisingly I don’t feel guilty either,” you tighten your embrace to him.

“Is that an acceptance for my invitation for tomorrow night?” He smiled. You didn’t answer him for it was far too obvious already.

By the time you and Kun parted ways before the sun comes up, you both instantly felt incomplete. Why? You managed to get back to your tent quietly and went to sleep immediately, Kun did the same thing but right now as you sleep like a baby, Kun was having a nightmare.

Not exactly a nightmare. But it was for Kun. His fiancé visited him again in his dreams, and even though he knew it was just a dream, he still felt ashamed that he cheated.

On the next day, as expected he was back on his usual cold and strict image like he wasn’t inside you last night. But as much as everything was bothering you and your mind was out of focus the whole day, you didn’t let your guard down still did what you had to do during your training.

“A fucking tiring day don’t you think?” Your friend Hendery whined and flopped to his side of the bed. “You were out late last night. Stargazing again?”

“Y-yes, I saw different stars last night,” you said with a smirk, confident that your friend won’t get it.

And as you did stargazed near the river that night and endured the cold, you waited for a pair of arms to finally keep you warm. And his lips, to kiss your tiredness away. But to your disappointment, he never came.

He didn’t came the next night. Or the night after that. And even the following nights. Until you got the news that he left the camp and went back to the city for serious business for a few days.

“You were just a past time Y/n. The general played you and how come you were such a fool believing that he actually like you” you frustratingly murmured to yourself while you thrown rocks at the river angrily.

“Tss. You should be kissed often, and by someone who knows how” you said mimicking his words before throwing another rock, “where’s my fucking kisses now!”

“I can give them to you know if you want it,”

Finally, the person you hated so much showed up. “Well, it’s too late- general, welcome back” you bowed and gave him respect even though you know he don’t deserve it.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t be like that,” he let go of his horse and reached out to you for a hug but you avoided his touch. “Let me explain and let me make it up to you,”

You shook your head ‘no’ without looking at him. And Kun knew that this was his last card, his last chance to make it right. “I like you and that’s the truth. I realized that now during our time away, and I understand why you feel like this. I’m sorry. Will you please forgive me,”

“You’re general Qian Kun, don’t beg for my forgiveness-“

“I’m not a general right now, I’m just a normal man asking for forgive to the girl I like,” he breathed in deeply and let it out heavily, “My guilt got the best in me for the past days but now... it’s clear that I can’t lose you. Not yet and not like this”

After that night, better days came in, forgiveness was given and everything felt a lot lighter. You and Kun stopped fucking just for the sake of feeding each other’s lust and actually taking time building your relationship. Secretly. But you told him that when it’s time to go home, you should part ways and bring honor to your families by marrying the people waiting for the both of you. He did not answer you.

Of course that didn’t stop Kun from falling in love, because even though you two are in the middle of a war zone and a very sticky situation, it was a beautiful time to be in love.

And when the war between the enemies was settled, Kun wasn’t so happy upon hearing the news because this means its time to go home and get married.

After you and Kun made love in his tent for a couple of times tonight, with tired and sweaty bodies you did not care and still cling to each other.

“Tell me about your match, is he handsome like me?” He asked you out of nowhere which is alarming because he never opened this kind of topic before.

“I haven’t seen him. I left before I could meet him. But I heard that he’s brave and he can do a lot of things and that he loves his mother very much.

How about yours?”

“I don’t know anything about her she visits me in my dreams but I never see her face clearly,”

“And?” you asked because it’s obvious that he’s holding something back.

“And I wish that she’s you. If we have met a little bit sooner I’d marry you. Why can’t it be you?”

“Why? because of sex?” You asked slightly offended.

“No, no don’t get me wrong I think about you even when the sun is shining brightly in the sky or whenever you have clothes on or your body is covered in armor and your face is full of dirt. I admire your natural strength and drive.”

“This is wrong. We agreed to go home with honor” you turned your back against him and thought about what he said.

“Tell me why is this wrong? We love each other-“

“Were engaged to different people... Kun, are you hearing yourself”

“You don't marry someone you can live with, you marry the person you cannot live without and Y/n, I can’t live without you” he explained sternly. Already mad but that didn’t stopped him from covering your exposed body with his blanket and leave a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“This right here, what we have now, it’s everything I wanted and more. In fact, I could die right now, Y/n. I'm just... happy. I've never felt this before. I'm just exactly where I want to be” he whispered but he sounded so frustrated still. “In the end I’ll respect your decision. But I’m not marrying someone I don’t know, someone that’s not you, I would rather die in war,”

If Kun was being honest, he thought you would chose him over someone you don’t know. He was beyond heartbroken when you told him you wanted to go home and thanked him for everything that he taught you in the field. Not even one mention of the special things you shared whenever the sun is hiding. And on top of that, you called him general before you say your goodbye.

And on your wedding day. You were wearing a traditional chinese wedding dress and wearing a beautiful smile because finally you will meet what your ancestors have matched you with.

But just like that cold night beside the river, you waited and waited and waited.... for nothing. For your groom did not show up.

For Kun did not attend his own wedding not knowing that you were the bride.

You were both completely clueless that you were meant to be.

#nsckickback #neosmutcollective #nct-writers #cznnet #neowritingsnet #kpopcape #nct smu #wayv smu #kun smut #wayv kun smut #kun x reader #qian kun #wayv kun x reader #wayv #wayv x reader #qian kun x reader #kun fluff #kun angst #qian kun smut

[xgryffinwhore]

mama i’m in love with a hitman

summary: two years with barry what could go wrong? oh yeah hes a murderer-

warnings: some angst, marriage proprosal oop-

you had originally begun acting because it was the only affordable option to get you some time away from your family. ya, you still lived with your family.

anyways, acting became kind of like a release for you. you had been going for about 4 months now, you loved everyone you worked with, they were such great people.

then one day, barry berkman showed up,

and basically changed your life.

the first day you saw him, your heart basically feel out of your ass. holy shit was this guy hot; tall, mysterious, and awkward as hell. perfect.

you took him under your wing, immediately engaging with him and bugging him about his person endeavors and whatnot. you two became inseparable, youre bascially the only reason he even uses his messaging app.

you showed him the ropes of LA, giving him tours of sketchy venues, shitty Chinese restaurants. you always felt so awful for him, dragging him around to every place.

"I'm sorry, barry, im just trying to give you the full LA experience"

"its ok, being seen with the prettiest girl in LA isnt so bad"

yeah, one thing led to another, and you had moved into barry's apartment a year after. your relationship was strong; you cuddle, argue, fuck, all of that modern day romance contraband.

everything was exceptional, other than the fact that he was dragging his feet on marrying you...

yeah, you had dropped some major hints. wedding magazines everywhere, leaving honeymoon deals up on the desktop, evening face timing your friend and talking obnoxiously loud about the idea of getting hitched.

tomorrow was your two year anniversary, and you two had been buzzing about it all week, all the lovey dovey language and such.

"babe, tomorrows the day" he squeezed your shoulders from behind you. you were sitting at the coffee table, and he had just served you toast. "i know old man, didnt think we'd last did ya?" "first of all, im only like four years older than you, second" he kissed you on your temple "i knew you were the one."

in the midst of sipping your coffee and passing back and forth news papers, barry’s phone begins to vibrate; the name “Fuches” catches your eye. who was fuches and why did barry have to step out of the room to answer it?

when he came back he looked ghostly, his complexion pale and his lips quivering slightly. “all ok?” you ask, trying to sound lowkey; “uh um- yep. just have to head out for a bit, they need me at work.”

he left abruptly after, grabbing a hat and his black coat. weird. it was the middle june.

you hadn’t heard from him all day, except for a text at lunch that said

barry: Won’t be home tonight, dont forget to lock up.

your heart sunk, the day before your two year. i mean really what was his damage? you didn’t realize how hard it was to fall asleep without him, you tossed and turned until you eventually caved in and called.

ring...... ring.....

ring..........ring......

‘hey! it’s barry berk-uh um block! leave a message if you want to i guess um ok bye howthefuck do i turnthisthing off-OHH!’

oh how you missed that dorky man, true, it had only been a few hours but his touch was your saving grace. the line beeped and you decided to leave him something

“aha hey bar, y/n here. beds cold without you. miss you. be safe.”

the night way cold and long, you were drifting to sleep. but you heard the front door jangle. you sleepily run down the hall way and run straight into barry. you hugged him, his bosy was stiff and he was trying to inch away from you. "bar!" you whined looking up at him, his nose was bloody and he had a black eye.

“bar?” you wiped his cupid’s bow, the sleepy haze quickly wearing off. he pushes past you “just fell, please just wait for me in bed.” by the time you caught up with him at the bathroom, the door was already shut.

you heard the shower turn on, and you could hear him faintly hiss in pain. he was in there for a while, by the time he got back you could hear the birds chirp, which means it must have been close to 5 am. the sun was still down, and you watch his dark figure slip into bed next you to.

“i love you.” he whispered

“i love you too.” you turned to face him, you knew something was up, you knew he had been hiding something.

“you always leave in the night, when i’m sleeping you always leave barry. is it another women?” barry’s face contorts into a confused scribble. “y/n what? you’re the only one.”

“then why don’t you tell me what you’re really up to. go’s we’ve been dating for two years and you can’t even tell me why you sneak away in the night?!”

barry grabs your hands and puts them close to his face “god y/n i’m sorry happy two years” he gushed and kisses your fingers. a tear trailed down his stubbly cheek. “there are just things i can’t tell you because i don’t want to lose you.”

this hurt you, barry knew all of your deepest secrets, the things you never told anyone other then him. all of this had you worked up, how could he speak to you this way the day of your two year mark? despite his protests, you packed a tooth brush and drove to your friends to stay the night. this was just too much for 3am, you needed space. to clear your head.

you didnt sleep at all that night, you nodded off from 8am to 10, your friend waking you up. "girl i know you dont want to hear this... but barry is outside, hes been parked here since 9" she threw your jeans at you "now go outside and work this shit out, im not prepared to deal with your heart boken ass."

so you put on jeans, and headed for disaster.

you came outside, 'sleepy always looks so good on her' barry thought to himself. you loved him so much, it was so hard to fight with him.

"listen bar, im sorry im just sensitive you know th-"

"y/n"

barry never interrupted you. for as long as you remember there has never once been a time where barry talked over you, or interrupted what you were saying. its something you loved about him, he always seemed so interested in what you had to say, he thought your words where so important.

"yes?"

he pulled a rolled up magazine out of his pack pocket, it was yours, it had faded circles on what cakes and dresses you wanted. he unrolled it and scurried to the 5th page. he pointed at the big raise ranch that you put exclamation points next to.

"this house, i want this house."

he went to the 8th page.

"and this car, we could have that if i stop going to wendys so much"

he giggled to himself and mumbled something about how he knows a guy that can re pair a cooling system.

'uh-um ok barry, what does this have to do with anything? house, car, is this what you drove over here to tell me? you want a better car? you need a bigger house."

he shook his head and trialed to the second page with that beautiful sheath wedding dress, you remembered that.

"youll wear this yeah? some time in the early fall. wouldnt that be nice, still warm, and the leaves-oh the leaves- orange and yellow bring out your eyes so i just figured."

he pulled out the rock, and shit, it didn’t disappoint. you’re not materialistic but what the FUCK?! how did he even afford that-

he slipped it on your finger and you both embraced. messy kisses all over whatever skin you two could find. it was bliss, it was happiness.

you hugged for a while. just sat there reflecting on how far you two had come, and how happy he was going to make you feel for the res rod your life. it’s crazy, you thought marriage wasn’t in the cards for you. but with barry, you can see 5 kids, a dog, and a stupid picket fence.

you were so captured in this moment, you didn’t notice barry’s demeanor change. you looked up and him, he was pale white, staring behind his shoulder at the street. you leaned over his forearm and saw a beat up mom car.

in it was a shaggy dude, didn’t look too much older then barry. he was plump in the face, and his face was aged.

“fuches!?” barry exclaimed.

“come on. we have a hit, i habe your sniper in the back. now.”

another WHAT?

#bill hader #bill hader imagine #bill hader fluff #barry #barry berkman #barry block #barry bergman imagine #barry berkman fluff #fluff #angst #barry x reader #barry x you #barry fluff #marriage

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Hey! Ive been feeling a bit in the muds so could you do like and old type of fanfic...like a mob!tom on a retro phone just sweet talking the reader?

Only if your requests are open tho. I dont wanna be a burden

Aw baby you could never EVER be a burdon. Dont ever be shy to talk to me because im always here babe.

T.H| What a Sweetheart

Summary: 👺👺👺

Warnings: ah just some fluff- i went overboard i hope your okay with that-

A/n: I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER- HERE ILL POST A WEIRD VIDEO FOR YOU

There you sat. The baby pink everywhere as you laid on your stomach rocking your feet and reading a book, sucking on your lolipop

Ring Ring, Ring Ring

A smile and a giggle brought to your lips, sitting up and crawling to the old pink retro phone you answered, curling the wire around your fingers with the other hand holding the pop.

“Hey babyface” “hi tommy” he also laid there, in the darkness as he starred at the empty wall, shirtless and pantless, just in his boxers and in his socks rubbing his stomach and wanting to listen to your voice.

“I missed you” you laughed at his words “i missed ya to tommy” “i miss your voice...that pretty face of yours” “well i cant come see you, daddy stays at home now and he needs my help” “i dont need your help princess” you giggled at his joke “not youuuu, my real daddy”

“Mhmm princess, well what are you wearing?” You looked down at yourself then squealed “well i just got this fuzzy pink robe! Its so cute!” He chuckles and shifted in his spot. “Are you tired dollface?” Your lips go to the side for a moment, thinking before speaking.

“Kind of” “well, can i talk you to sleep” he desperately asked, biting his lip waiting for an answer. “Yeah let me go turn off the lights” you muttered, putting the phone down before getting up and walking to your door to switch the light off.

When you came back to your large bed you cleaned everything up and tom waited patiently, humming some songs to himself before you came back.

“Alright, what dya’ got for me” you asked, laying down on your side and holding onto the phone. “I just wanted to praise you bunny. Tell you how beautiful you are and how much i love you. How you speak and walk....your just everything for me ya know?”

“Really?” You said, your voice shrinking. “Of course baby, you deserve the whole wide world, do you know that? I feel like you should just sit on a cloud because your too good for this earth”

You sighed “thank you, but whats going on with you?” He bit his lip before answering, sitting up against the headboard “uhm, this job has been so stressful lately, i havent seen my family at all. I havent seen you- i just feel alone...”

“Oh...well i can ask my daddy to drop me off” you suggested. “No you dont have to, i only wanted to hear that sweet sweet voice” he chuckled, his head hanging low as he thought about what to buy you next.

“Im still listening!” You perked up making him laugh “i know you are princess, just lay down yeah? All ears for me?” “Got it tommy” “you ready?” “Mhm”

“I wanna buy you everything and more because your such a good girl for me, i wanna pleasure you in any and every way possible because you deserve it” “really? Give me some examples” “i dont know....rub your feet?” You both shared a small laugh “i know youve been wanting that fox fur coat..”

“I would fucking kill for that coat” “your daddy hasnt bought it for you yet?” He asked, a smirk on his face. “No, i havent asked at all” “whys that baby girl?”

You sighed before answering “because hes been so hard on me...hes getting old and-“ “you dont have to finish baby i know, i just wish we could all get together and be happy” “why cant we?” You asked rather innocently.

“Well...your daddy doesnt like my dad, and my dad doesnt like yours so we just continue to clash and fued” he wiped his eye. “Thats no fun, maybe i can talk to him” “what are you gonna say? That we are in love together and we wanna get married?” He sarcastically chuckled and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Well do you?” You asked. “Yeah doll...i do. Why dont we just run away and kill everyone in our path”

He didnt know why he was suggesting it. He in one of the biggest mobs and hes held responsible as one of the main people in the family, aside from you and yours. He really isnt the one for violence but he just wants at least a break of peace.

“Daddy wouldn’t like that” you shook your head. “I know, i just really miss you pretty girl” “i miss you to tom- thats why i wanna see you-“ “no itll just put you in danger! Stay home y/n” “what if i dont want to!”

“Then you cant come here. Im sorry!” “I dont care, bye-“ “wait-“ before he could finish you hung up the phone, dropping it back on its place before getting up and putting on your slippers and walking to the kitchen, finding your father eating.

“Daddy no carbs!” “Honey its 9 o’clock, give me a break” he glared at you, eating the piece of buttered bread. “Well i have a questionnnn” you distanced off, the slippers making a noise while you walked to the counter where your father was at. “Hm?” He groaned looking at you. “Dont get mad at me! Promise!” You said, holding up your hand and tilting your head at him.

“Spit it out y/n” “okay okay- can you pretty please talk to the hollands-“ he choked on the piece of bread “daddy!” You run up to him, aggressively patting his back. “Okay okay- im done! But you said what?” He looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

“The....hollands” you muttered looking away from him. “We have been against each othet for generations! And what makes you want to speak and collaborate with them” “daddy...theres this-“ “oh fuck off! Please dont tell me-“ you only nodded. “A white man?” “Daddy!” “What? Im being honest!”

“Whens the next meeting!” You asked. “In a week”

This is your first time ever coming to one of the meetings, and you were afraid. Your mob color is a dark brown so you wore it...daddy refused to let you wear anything too revealing because these men are dirty.

“Cover yourself!” “What are you talking about!” “Y/n.” “Finnneeee!” You stomped back to your room and your dad gifted you a tuxedo, so you wore it...

“Seeeeee you look great! Your grandfather would be so proud of you” news flash. All the women in the family ran away or whatever, they didnt know what they were getting their sleves into.

“Can we just leave”

Clank clank clank clank

You walked behind your dad and his close partners followed behind you, protecting you from toms family.

“You do not speak. You hear me y/n. Just sit down and listen” “yeah” you were nervous, ver nervous. So when you stepped in and seen absolutely no women at the tables you panicked. But when you made eye contact with tom you almost shit yourself.

He eyed you from afar, wondering why you were here. Why are you putting yourself in danger.

As everyone talked you sat there bored until someone made a comment about you. “Why is she here? Shes a beaut” he snickers, others laughing to.

Your dad stood “talk about my daughter again and i will kill you, understood?” He snapped, shrinking the man down to size. “Honey get out of here” he smiled at you and you stood, one of his friends pat coming with you outside.

“Why did you come here?” He asked, offering a cigarette but you declined. “I just wanted to see what its like” “no dont lie to me dollface, i know you were eyeing that boy” you side eyed him before groaning “is it obvious!” He laughed and took out his lighter.

“Very” “i dont like him” “well he likes you” he took a puff and put the lighter back in his front pocket. “How can you tell” you leaned up against the wall and crossed your arms. “He was only looking at you” he smiled, you smacked your lips. “You have em wrapped on your finger, you should take advantage of that”

“Well i dont wanna hurt people like you!” You whisper yelled. “Its business baby, has been for years” he shrugged. “Well maybe i can change it” “eh, it’s possible” he shrugged “but it aint easy”

You both heard the door get pushed open aggressively and turned around, seeing tom walking up to you. “Woah woah woah, slow your roll” pat said, stepping infront of you. “Can i just talk to her- give me like 20 minutes” “why should i do that” pat dropped the cigarette and stepped on it.

“Because i want to talk to her- if i dont make it back it twenty minutes i swear ill give you everything i have” “i dont want anything, y/n do you wanna go” pat looked back at you. You harshly swallowed before nodding your head, pat stepped aside and tom smiled, pulling your hand and tugging you to run with him.

“Baby” he said out of breath, both of you ran to the trunk of his car. “Y-yes tommy?” “I got you a gift” “what is it!” You perked up and he giggled “something youll never forget” he pulled out his key and opened the trunk, a large gift box with a pink bow on it. “Do you love me y/n?” He asked, looking at you.

“Yeah...i really do” you smiled and bit your lip nodding. “Open it” he muttered, you nervously took the bow out, slowly opening the top of the box “tommy i dont know...” “dont be scared! Open it!!” He edged you on.

Suddenly it started to sprinkle, soon turning into some heavy rain. “Y/n hurry up before you get a cold!” He said sternly and you did, a gasp left your lips as you raised the coat. “You bought it for me” you whispered and he nodded, he took the coat to put it on you, when you were finished your pressed your lips on his roughly, his hands hooking behind your knees to lift you up and put yout legs around his hips.

“I. Love. You. So. Much” you said between kisses. “I know princess, just know id kill for you if i had to” “i would too tommy, i would too” he smiled and pressed his forehead against yours, the rain coming down making your hair frizzy but he could care less, he loved you. “I wish we could be like this forever” you whispered against his lips before kissing him again. “We can baby, I promise” “how tommy?” You rubbed your nose against his “running away” “tommy i cant, you know this-“ “but arent you tired doll, it would just be me and you” he muttered, pinching your legs some.

You bit your lip before pressing a kiss on his lips. “Okay” “really?!” He smiled “yeah yeah lets go!” He carefully dropped you and slammed the trunk closed, he unlocked the car and you both hopped in, on the road you both go.

“I dont have any clothes!” “I can buy you everything you want and more princess, dont worry. Andddd letters. You always write your father some letters pretty girl” he smiled at you.

“Love you” “love you too”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland blurb #mob!tom holland x reader #mob!tom

[simpsiren]

the fight or flight;

Zhong Chenle. With this guy, you either need to have high confidence to talk him down or you run away into hiding because his words shoot bullets of force that fires at rapid speed. Don’t get me wrong. He is a fun guy and with his signature dolphin laugh that you can hear miles away, he’s without a doubt a sunshine on his campus. Just be careful. Do anything to his friends and loved ones, and I can simply say, “Off with your head, love.”

description. “Nothing good comes after 3AM.” The famous saying I failed to stand by when my drunken mind thought it was a good idea to get Chenle, the guy that Lucas claimed to be one of the scariest students on campus, to fall in love with me as a bet. I knew there were bound to be consequences for that. It might have been good at first, simply butterflies and rainbows, but I knew in my heart it wouldn’t stay that way, that nothing in my life has ever seem to last long. If life’s going too well, there had to be a downfall.

genre. heartbreaking!, angst, fluff if you squint very very hard

word count. 4k~

warnings. lots of swearing, drinking

a/n. I’m so sorry this is short I really wanted to update you guys but my life’s been too busy pls :( so i decided to shorten the story- by a LoT!! i just wanted to put something out there and not be dead so anyways i hope youll enjoy this either way!

!as they should masterlist!

I downed another shot, the burn moving down my throat making me let out a loud hiss uncomfortably. Just when I wanted to take a break, Yuta pours another shot almost instantly, as if he didn’t need my permission. I gulped and had my eyes halfway closed for quite some time now. The head began to spin and I wasn’t able to see straight no longer, soon resulting in a headache that I so wish could sleep away. Too bad, it’s the group weekly drinking night.

“Who wants to play spin the bottle?” Haechan suddenly suggested, his voice that rang through my ears made me wince silently. I frowned and shook my head. Surprisingly, it seemed that I was the only one that felt like could pas out at any moment. The atmosphere was still lively and energetic. Everyone responded with hums and mere shrugs, asking Yuta who had the bottle of alcohol to pour more like it was a never ending train of action. “Hey, you up for it?” Jaehyun gently nudged my shoulder with his. It made me sit up straight and rub my eyes in an attempt to get my vision to focus.

I groaned and plopped my head onto Jaehyun’s shoulder. With his scent that was practically permanent and always stuck on his body, it sent me a wave of calmness when I softly inhaled it in. “No.” I whispered, shaking my head and getting my head to comfortably lay on his shoulder. Jaehyun hummed and pat my head before looking back to the members. The loud whine of Lucas only wanted to make me roll my eyes as I knew exactly what he was going to say. “Come on! Just a few rounds.” Lucas begged, which made everyone chuckle in amusement. I cuddled up closer to Jaehyun and let out an exaggerated sigh of defeat. Lucas’s face brightened up almost instantly as he clapped loudly and placed an empty bottle on the center of the table.

We played a few rounds, it never landed on me. Some were dared to kiss the one next to them, which obviously they did without question to show off. There were other dares too like ‘Text your ex’ or ‘Prank call someone’. Basically nothing that was illegal. I was just about to fall asleep over the loud sounds of their laughter and chatter then suddenly everyone gasped, in a somewhat amusing manner. I raised a brow, finally deciding to lift my head up to try and understand the sudden change of atmosphere. Before I could puzzle through this, Doyoung shouted, “You got chosen!”

I narrowed my eyes to Doyoung, who had his finger pointed right at me. I slowly trailed my eyes from the edge of his finger down to the bottle. And indeed, the bottle’s end was facing right at me. I sighed and brought a hand up to lazily wave it. “Uh dare I guess? I don’t know...” I mumbled weakly, instantly dropping my head back down to land on Jaehyun’s shoulder. I could hear Jaehyun sigh under his breath at my action. A sigh that said, “You really are this wasted, huh?” Couldn’t blame him. It still surprised me how I was the only one in the whole group that was a light weight.

My eyes scanned over everyone surrounding the table. Sadly, Taeil and Jungwoo couldn’t come tonight due to having the sudden need to step up and study like maniacs and are left in the library to do so. Everyone seemed to have their thinking cap on, wanting to come up with a dare for me. Some had suspiciously wicked smiles. But Lucas’s one was the most intimidating, smiling like a cheshire cat with eyes and mind filled with many evil plans. I could never know what’s running through that weird brain of his. “I got it!”

Lucas voice made me shot up from my lazy posture. It was so sudden and loud it got me to jump and even made Jaehyun do the same from my movement. “I want you to make Zhong Chenle fall in love with you.” Lucas squealed with a burst of excitement. Well, that was certainly unexpected, which was to be expected. But I really never would’ve thought of that. The living room was filled with mixed emotions, some gladly joined Lucas with his evil laughter while others seemed to have a different opinion on this. “Of all things to could dare her you chose that?” Winwin intoned. “And why Chenle of all people?” Taeyong questioned seconds after. I softly hummed, wanting to know as well while I kept my quizzical expression on.

“Why can’t I? Zhong Chenle is like the scariest on campus there is!” Lucas extended his arms out to mimic something that resembled an explosion, or something. “Uh no you’re just easily intimidated.” “He’s younger than you for shit.” The comments that came from Winwin and Johnny made everyone laugh, but I was too tired to do so since my stomach was still aching from when I was having fun hours ago. “Oh come on I just want to see if he’s capable of love!” Lucas quickly retorted, leaning back while letting out a loud whine as if he’s a little kid wanting his lollipop.

“The thing is, you can’t make her fall in love. Things like that happen naturally.” Jaehyun lifted his hand from behind to wrap around my shoulders. I frowned slightly, already wishing I could be in bed. “You know what? Yeah, sure whatever. Someone just take me back to my dorm like right now. My headache is getting worse every second.” I shoved my head into the crook of Jaehyun’s neck, my voice instantly being muffled. Jaehyun, being the only one that seemed to hear me, slowly stood up and lifted me up to my feet as well. The room was yet again noisy and filled with chatter. I was barely concentrating on anything now.

“I’m sending her back, alright guys? Might come back since I don’t have class tomorrow.” Jaehyun announced, everyone humming and nodding their heads in response. Jaehyun turned to me and looked down, his large body in comparison to my much smaller one looming over me. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before walking me out. I turned around and waved at the rest with barely any energy left, unintentionally letting out a giggle in the process.

It didn’t take long for the cold breeze to brush against my face as the soft winds blew by. I had my wraps and legs wrapped around Jaehyun like a koala while he piggybacked me back to the dorms. The pathway we walked on was dimly lit by the orange lampposts that lined the pathway. The trip was utterly silent, with only the leaves and branches that rustled and our footsteps accompanying us on the way. I had my head snuggled into Jaehyun’s neck yet again. But I took a moment to tilt my head up, admiring the ink black sky with the stars shining right over it. Not to mention the moon having its moonlight reflected on everything down on us.

I knew we were already at my dorm room when the door creaked open loudly and warmth began to settle in. Jaehyun continued to carry me till we reached my bed. I let my arms around his neck loose and allowed him to slowly place me on my bed. I quickly grabbed hold of my blanket and wrapped myself in it tightly, getting super comfortable that I could pass out right then and there but Jaehyun sat at the edge of the bed. “You aren’t actually going to do it, right?” Jaehyun asked. I hugged my stuffed animal close to my chest. “What bet?”

“You don’t remember?” I squinted my eyes in an attempt to recall. I gaped my mouth open and nodded. “Ah yeah, that. I mean whatever I guess.” I shrugged in a blasé, god-could-care sort of way. Jaehyun sighed and his lips thinned into a line. “You aren’t in the right mind to even think what you got yourself into.” I scoffed and waved a weak hand as if swatting away his words. “It’s just Chenle. I could try.” Jaehyun smacked his lips and a long pause passed by before he said, “Whatever it is, don’t forcw yourself into it. You’re surrounded by guys who know how to treat a girl right. If Chenle isn’t like me-”

“Stop reminding me of the past, Jae. He fucked me up bad but it’s over. I can’t not be in love ever again.” I retorted, my eyes now fully closed. Jaehyun hummed and placed a light hand on my shoulder before standing up and making his way to the door. Once it was closed shut, I drifted off to sleep the moment after. Jaehyun was right. I really didn’t think about what I had to do. But I was too drunk to even care, with the realisation hitting me the instant I woke up the next morning.

“Fucking hell.”

I had my body leaned against the white wall like a dead person, hopeless and helpless. It’s been weeks and I have yet to find a way to get Chenle to even notice me. I cried out a whine like little child and turned around, letting my back slide down the wall while my body gave in entirely and I was on the floor. I quickly turned my head an peeked out slightly, still seeing Chenle sitting on one of the benches on campus. His hair felt as if it was capturing all the sunlight, wanting to keep it for himself. He looked extremely concentrated on his work, blocking out the world with his earpiece one and not giving a single care. He was minding his own business, not that I didn’t want to interrupt, but would have to someway, somehow.

I swiftly brought my head back and let my head rest, lifting it up with my mouth hung open as I wondered why I was even doing this in the first place. “Nothing good comes after 3AM.” I muttered to myself, letting out a amusing scoff after. I ran a hand down my face to get my head straight. The gears in my head began to turn, trying to formulate a plan that would’ve been simple while gathering my confidence at the same time. I fluttered my eyes open. And as if a miracle had landed on the floor in front of me, someone familiar began walking past. My chest began to fill up with hope, scrambling to get him in the quickest way possible— by his ankle.

He almost tripped, making him gasp as he turned around and looked straight before noticing the grip came from his ankle as adverted his gaze down, meeting my eyes. He arched his brow in a questioning manner. “_____?” Haechan echoed out, quizzically. I quickly let go and stood up, dusting my hands that had bits of dirt stuck to it while I lifted myself off the floor against my jeans. I sighed and looked up to him after doing so. “I’m so glad you’re here.” I said with a bright smile, quickly realising Haechan knew nothing about what I meant. He still had his confused expression on, not knowing the context.

“I need you to give me Chenle’s number.” I explained straight on, a hopeful yet pity look unintentionally sculpted on my face. Haechan narrowed his eyes on me, as if processing my words. After a moment, he turned his eyes to Chenle’s direction and looked back to me. “Him? Why don’t you just ask him?” Haechan suggested with an obvious tone. I smacked my palm against my forehead and shook my head. “You’re in the same major as him. At least he knows you. Just help me.” I pleaded, grabbing his hand in both of mine and batting my eyelids rapidly in an attempt to get his help. Haechan shook his head in small motions and shrugged carelessly. And without a word, he went off in Chenle’s direction.

I poked my head out from the wall to get a clear view yet still wanting to keep myself invisible. Haechan sauntered his way over to the bench as relaxed and normal as ever. He stood right in front of Chenle, leaning forward with his hand gripping the end of the bench. He dipped his head down to Chenle’s level. He might have shocked him since Chenle ended up leaning back and took one side of his earpiece off from the sudden appearance of the familiar face. He slowly leaned in and listened to what Haechan have to say. I didn’t bother trying to listen because the distance would never let me have a chance to anyways.

Suddenly, Chenle’s head began scanning the area. I widened my eyes and quickly moved my head from where it could’ve possibly been seen. I bit my lower lip. He looked as if he was suddenly on high alert like he wanted to identify the presence of someone. Did Haechan tell Chenle that he was told to ask for his number? I silently groan and looked down. “I literally just asked him for his number.” I whispered. I didn’t turned to look back at the current situation, already afraid of what’s coming. I slowly heard footsteps coming closer and closer, and out of spite I turned around and stood strong, expression filled with fury and ready to bust Haechan’s head off.

“What the heck did you even say-” I was too shocked at the sight in front of me that I stumbled a step back, mouth hanging open with the unfinished sentence hanging in the air. Chenle was standing still, arms folded with an expression I really couldn’t make out. I had to admit, with actually looking at him up close, he was indeed attractive. It’s no wonder I hear girls chattering about him at least once a day I walk through the campus. But I wondered why he was never seen with any of them. “You want my number...?” Chenle asked slowly. I could barely process anything right now. My mind went blank for a moment as I let out words like, “Um... Well uh.” for who knows how long. When I finally got myself to stand up proper, Chenle had his eyes darted on me. He had a calculative look on his face, as if scrutinising every inch of my being.

“Yes. Because... I want to be your friend.” I gave myself a mental slap in the face, wanting to slam my head against the wall with how I couldn’t have come up with a better explanation off the top of my head. Chenle’s expression flickered to a shocked one. But as quickly as it came, it disappeared, coming back to his stoically confused face. “Um that’s quite out of the blue. Why?” Chenle was right. It was out of the blue, like a meteor suddenly fell on him when he was simply enjoying life. “I mean why not? I see you could use a study buddy.” I said casually jerking my chin to the empty bench where his papers and bag where still laying there.

Chenle’s lips formed a thin line, looking up with a thoughtful look on his face. He was actually considering it. That, what the first thing that surprised me. Chenle looked back down to me, and the faintest of smile that was almost invisible, he nodded his head and smacked his lips. “You don’t need my number. Just meet me at the library tomorrow, at nine.” I blinked my eyes rapidly, and he was quickly out of my view. I looked to the bench, seeing Chenle walking back to the bench with a calm and laid back posture. He sat down and continued studying.

I had my back against the wall yet again, this time placing a hand to my chest and breathing out a sigh of relief. “I’m actually doing this.” I said to myself. Taking baby steps, I kept telling myself. I’ll make Chenle fall in love. But was it because I had to, or because I wanted to?

Later the next day as the hour hand slowly came close to nine, I was already in the library. I had my bag and books laid out on one of the study tables but I was lounging in the reading area, finding the couch more comfortable than sitting on the cheap wooden chairs of the study table. I was on the fifteenth page of a book I just picked out of a shelve, getting intrigued and tempted to borrow it after we were done studying. I trapped myself in a bubble, away from everything else and not giving a single care for the world and wanting to immerse myself in the book.

Just when I was about to flip to the next page, a shadows comes in front of me, the page now turning just a shade darker. I slowly tilted my head up. Chenle was in front of me yet again, this time his body looming over me while he bent down to meet my eye level. “What are you reading?” Chenle asked. I felt the curiosity in his voice so I answered with a, “It’s a fantasy romance novel.” Chenle’s lips formed an ‘O’ while he nodded and backed up slightly. I sat up straight and shut the book closed in one hand, proceeding to stand up. “So um anyways...” I trailed off, not exactly sure of what to say next.

“Where’s your things?” I stared at him. For a brief moment, I was lost in his looks, but I quickly shook my head to knock them out of me before any of it had an effect. “Uh there.” I quickly pointed to the study tables, simply estimating. “Let’s go.” 

I didn’t know what was it about Chenle, but something in my chest made me wonder that this wouldn’t be so sad after all.

Chenle had his hand interlocked with mine the whole time we were walking around the beach side. Seemed like he never wanted to let go. “Please don’t make this harder than it already is.” I’ve already done Lucas’s dare. I made Chenle fall in love with him. And to be honest, I did as well. But I knew all too well the reason I did was for a dare. A stupid, 3AM drinking dare. We haven’t been dating for long, but my heart would ache each time he turned to look down at me, his smile flashing and capturing all the earth’s sunlight for itself like it deserved it.

“We’re going for ice cream later right?” Chenle questioned me out of the blue. I threw my current thoughts out the window and turned my attention to him. “Again? You’re literally eating one right now!” I scolded, jerking my chin to the ice cream he had in his free hand, which was already left with its cone. Chenle pouted and shoved the rest of the cone into his mouth, chewing with over exaggerated pouts. “Come on I need more ice cream.” Chenle quickly retorted. I let out a loud sigh and smiled. A smile so small, and filled with guilt of what I’m about to do.

Chenle giggled and grinned, his mood getting unnervingly better than it already was as the thought of more ice cream filled his head. Meanwhile, I was having a war in my head, territories of my thoughts being obstructed with the means to do something I wished I would never have to do. We reached the point where the rocks came into view. And the place was silent with nothing but the waves crashing against the surface and the soft winds blowing by and feeling colder than it should be.

“Chenle.” I whisper softly, taking in a deep breath and closing my eyes for a brief moment before doing so. “Hm?” With a hum, Chenle stopped walking and turned to face me. I frowned ever so slightly. “There’s something I need to tell you.” Chenle puckered his lips and nodded, simply carefree. Stop looking like that already. “If we’re being honest...”

There was so much I wanted to say, so many thoughts popping in every direction. My brain was on overload that I was at complete loss of words. My heart was in pain and it’ll be ten times worse after I say it. Not knowing how to beat around the bush, I came to the quick decision of being straight forward. I had to do it. I’m sorry, Zhong Chenle.

“I’m sorry. About all this. What we have... It was just a dare. I was dared to make you fall for me. And I...” I already felt the tears forming in the wells of my eyes and my vision began to blur, Chenle growing blur as well and out of focus. “I never liked you, Chenle.” Saying his name was what did it for me. I wanted my soul to leave my body and have it simply melt away from this situation. I hated it, I hated having to do this. After all that we went through. For the first time in my life, Chenle was all butterflies and rainbows. I never had an argument with Chenle before, because we never had anything to argue about. I couldn’t be holding on to the one that would be much more fitting for someone else out there. He was too good for me, too good for my selfish being.

Chenle gave a blank expression, one that made the worry in my chest sink deeper and deeper into my heart as I watch Chenle process my upfront words. I thought it’ll it hit like hard bullets to the chest. I though he’d be in tears. I thought he’d actually be sad. But none of my assumptions became true at all. For a flicker of a second, I saw it. The look of sadness, torture, pain— all in one. But it disappeared in a flash, and it was quickly replaced with a light smirk and a chuckle of amusement. I was too shocked by his reaction that I couldn’t help but lean back slightly. “Chenle...?”

“And you think I didn’t know.” Chenle placed a gap between our bodies that was pressing againsg each other just minutes ago. He placed his weight on one leg and had a creepily relaxed posture, shoving both his hands into the pockets of his jeans. This unknown side of him sent cold shivers down my spine. I could even feel the hairs behind my neck standing up straight like soldiers. “What?” I questioned. I couldn’t process anything. My thoughts were too preoccupied with Chenle’s surprisingly relaxed composure.

“Don’t you know Haechan’s my friend? He told me everything.” Chenle leaned down to meet my eyes level. His gaze locking to mine. He could turn me to stone. It’s like a kick to the gut. I almost lose it right there but instead I feel panicked ,chest clenching breath coming too fast. A long pause went by. And each second I wanted to fall. “Trust me... I never liked you either.” Chenle smiled. Smiled widely as a cheshire cat. I widened my eyes, and this time I had to take a step back, unable to handle his words.

Chenle’s words lodged like painful arrows covered with venom. He barely said anything yet here I was, cheeks already damped with tears and a body so lifeless I could practically be a zombie. I never thought of the fact that this could’ve gotten hundred times more painful. His words really did shoot like harsh bullets, and he really knew me well enough to say the words that would hurt in the right places. Chenle straightened his back and rolled his shoulders, a light chuckle escaping his lips. He smacked his lips and nodded, turning to the terribly beautiful scenery before meeting my eyes yet again.

“You did have feelings for me. But who knew you’d be the one at the edge of the cliff from this dare of yours?” Chenle whispered. My legs were about to give in. My chest was clenching tighter and tighter, suffocating my lungs and stopping me from breathing in air. “I don’t... Chenle please.” It can’t be true. It was all fake so why am I hurting so much from knowing he felt nothing towards me as well?

“You know well I’m incapable of it. Of love.” And just like that, the world seemed to crumble around us as if leaving only me and him standing right there, tension so high yet piercingly harsh. I had no words, but I guess there really wasn’t any to say at all.

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♤| dragon ball shapeshifter au

storyline rundown

part two

tw: profanity !! a bit of gore and such

the story begins on kakarot's farm! he lives with his parents, bardock and gine, and his brother raditz.

kakarot takes his produce to the market to sell, talking to krillin who is a police officer watching over in case of robbery or stolen goods, with his wife 18 and his daughter marron.

he hangs out there and sells all his produce, making a whopping amount of money to give back to his mother to go towards their farm. so thats what he does.

later that night, raditz barged in through the door, huffing loudly and covered in purple blood. it had a reddish tint. gine and bardock jump to their feet, bardock still in his training gi and gine in her white shirt and some sweatpants. "raditz!? what happened?" bardock exclaimed, gine following up with "why are you covered in... purple blood!?" this caused kakarot to come out of his room in a rush, "h-h-holy s-shit! i didnt kill anyone i swear mom, mom, dad please, i wouldn't do that!" raditz panicked. "s-something tried to attack me! i didnt know what to do so i attacked back!!" he tries to wipe the blood off, it being on his face.

whatever happened, scared raditz enough to make him shake in fear and what seems to be regret despite it being to protect himself.

kakarot however, still was unsure what happened. his father said he would explain in the morning, the situation was too dire for kakarot to get involved - especially with the police.

in town, vegeta covered his bloodied chest, panting as he hid deep in an alleyway. "goddammit," he huffs, slicking his hair back to keep the human bangs out of his face. hes got a huge gash across his chest, thanks to that damned raditz he happened to work with. luckily, he was morphed into some other alien lifeform and not his original shift state. he slowly morphed into a bird, a finch, and flew off to him apartment. he always kept his window cracked just in case this were to happen. just his luck, we wont be able to eat and to heal he needs that energy for food or else hell be out asleep for awhile.

he decides calling off work, so thats what he does. what he doesnt expect is a man with a thick ass fucking tail and slicked back purple hair and red eyes to be reading a book, lounging like a king on his bed. "f... frieza!?" vegeta says, startled.

"ah hello my creation! lovely seeing you here, dont you think?" he throws the book off to the side, getting up and striding over to the bloodied vegeta. "aw looks like you got a paper cut." he jabs a finger into vegetas cut across his chest. vegeta groans in pain, a tentacle whipping around to hit frieza away into a safer distance, but the icejin blocks smoothly with his muscled tail.

from here:

wow!! you found out vegeta is a "creation" of friezas, but what exactly does that mean?

raditz gets taken in for questioning. he gets blamed for a murder that happened on the otherside of town, the law system being dumb sentenced him to 25 years in prision for a murder he didnt do

kakarot is confused, bardock telling him there arent any alien threats and it was a misunderstanding on the jury and judge's parts bc raditz was getting mugged and a murder far away happened at roughly the same time, and they were desperate to throw someone into jail.

this is a lie, to some extent. kakarot believes it, living happily thinking there are no threats

vegeta attacked raditz, needing food. shapeshifters need to eat hearts and lungs of animals as food

raditz is the one who cut him across the chest (thatd why he has a scar on his chest in the ref sheet)

kakarot has to bring crops and milk into a market farther into town sometime in the next week, it being an event ran by capsule corp, a company that produces a lot of housing and vehicles and being in business for 40 years being the anniversary that day.

vegeta is a mechanical manager, wearing fancy clothing that day since its technically a high spot in the ranks for capsule corp.

vegeta likes milk, surprisingly. it helps a lot when recovering damage, especially his species. this is when he meets kakarot

kakarot is running his stand with the crates of crops and glass jars of milk set out on display with their price, krillin with him

vegeta is annoyed he has to speak up to get the seller's attention so he grunts with an "ahem"

kakarot jumps, apologizing and asking what he wants to buy. vegeta gets his milk and some vegetables for someone he knows

"hey, whats with the fancy suit?"

"you dont know who i am?"

"no. should i?"

"i-? im vegeta! im manager of the mechanics in capsule corp!"

"oh. is the job hard?"

they conversate, as kakarot sells his produce happily listening as he was able to get the short man with a temper to talk about his job.

vegeta himself was caught off guard by this action but happily talks

this ends in kakarot running behing the stand's curtain and grabbing his business card so vegeta can have a discount on milk next time he decides to buy

vegeta takes the card walking off

the card has kakarots name and number on the back, a message saying "text me personally if you want extra, i dont mind taking some. you seem cool!"

vegeta is a bit ticked, but pockets the card

over time, vegeta and kakarot talk over text a bit, kakarot delivering him milk like an old time milk delivery boy

turns out he actually used to be one as a kid

turns out hes been into marial arts as well, a long time interest of vegetas

they bond over this, kakarot find himself growing a crush on vegeta

one time kakarot stops buy with a delivery unannounced, not knowing he typed the text but didnt send it. he knocks on vegetas apartment door, but no answer.

he checks to see if its unlocked, and it is so he lets himself in, just wanting to put the delivery on the counter and head out.

he doesnt expect to turn around and see a vegeta with a towel wrapped around his waist, tentacles coming out of his back, green eyes, and sharp ears, teeth, and claws. "K-KAKAROT!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he yells, surprised. he doesn't have bangs either

"why do you have tentacles?? why do you look different? why do you have that scar?"

vegeta is caught off guard, not sure if he should push kakarot out or tell him the truth. one way or another he knows the truth will spread, so he carefully debates his options

he tells kakarot the truth, hes a shapeshifter and hes insanely dangerous

kakarot is surprised dangerous aliens exist

he tells vegeta this, and deep down vegeta is mad kakarot is sheltered

little do they know as they conversate and bond, growing closer to each other kakarot finds out vegeta made a vow not to ever get in a relationship no matter how much he envied them, especially a human relationship, a certain someone is watching them and listening in, theyre keeping tabs on vegetas and kakarots feelings

trust issues amirite?

later that night, kakarot says his goodbye heading home, heart pounding. wow!!!! vegeta is... great. very great. kinda cute too, i mean what!?? no!!

kakarot rants to himself aloud in his room, window open to keep himself cool, about vegeta as he debates his feelings. he doesnt care if this seems out of character in his friends terms, all they see from him anyway is a dense fightcrazed guy with a dysfunctional relationship with an ex and his son. he realized vegeta doesnt see him like that, but, what DOES vegeta see him as?

he calls it a night

he wakes up to a "thwap, thwap, thwap" against his wooden floor

he sits up, looking around and seeing a short figure sitting at his desk.

"whos there?"

"ah, youre awake monkey! i have valuable information for you, about your lovely vegeta." the voice is squeaky

"and, who is telling me this?" kakarots interest is piqued, not seeing the mysterious figure as a threat, as of now at least

"oh-hohoho! im dr. cold! but please, call me frieza. doctor cold is my father's name."

"and what do you have to tell me about vegeta?"

"mmm, are you sure you want to know?" he gets up, beginning to pace

"theres a catch isnt there" kakarot realizes, serious

"oh! maybe you arent so dense afterall. yes, there iss monkey. its simple, deliever some of your left over crop to my facility tomorrow, i already left the address on a paper over on that... pitiful little desk of yours." frieza pauses. "vegeta will kill you if you arent careful. hes hungry, and he wants that heart. but... i think the poor creation wants it in more than one way. kill him before he kills you."

frieza hands kakarot a box cutter

"thats the only thing that will kill him. if you dont do it i expect that delivery tomorrow by midnight. if you dont show, and theres no news of him being dead, youll be a brilliant collection to my creations, monkey!" the man laughs in joy, clasping his hands together as his red eyes pierce through kakarot

kakarot reluctantly agrees, unsure how this will play out

PART TWO WILL BE MADE SOON!!!

anyway heres the part 1 of the rundown.

#shs goku #shs frieza #shs #shs vegeta #shs dbz au #dbz au #kakavege #frieza being a damn brat lol #dragon ball #I REALLY HOPE YALL FIND THIS INTERESTING #theres a lot that went into it #txt post #long post

[ratisnotcrying]

dont let him go

summary: It was a week before Morse was allowed to go home - the wound on his neck didn’t take to healing as quickly as the doctors had hoped, and it was still tender, stark scarlet against ghostly white. He had only had a few visitors - Thursday had come in almost every evening, updating him on Sarah’s case; Dr. Debryn had popped in once, and even Mrs Thursday had stopped by for half an hour, but Jakes hadn’t been.

prompt:  this is part two to 'youll get him back' and would make more sense if u read that first but honestly just live ur life

pairings: peter jakes/endeavour morse

warnings: mentionas of past violence, mild injury description, emotions

word count: 1.2K

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It was a week before Morse was allowed to go home - the wound on his neck didn’t take to healing as quickly as the doctors had hoped, and it was still tender, stark scarlet against ghostly white. He had only had a few visitors - Thursday had come in almost every evening, updating him on Sarah’s case; Dr. Debryn had popped in once, and even Mrs Thursday had stopped by for half an hour, but Jakes hadn’t been. 

Morse wasn’t too surprised, they had never really defined what they had and considering what he knew about Jakes, maybe going out for dinner a few times did not warrant a hospital visit. Just because he wasn't surprised, that doesn't mean he wasn’t disappointed. Regardless, Morse was itching to get out of the hospital and desperate to get home, and graciously accepted Monica’s offer to call him a taxi. 

“Will you do something for me?” She asked, passing him his jacket. 

“Yes, I will take the rest of my time off to rest.”

“No, well yes, but-” Monica ducked her head to catch Morse’s eye, “will you go and speak to him? Please, I think it’d be good for you.”

He only hesitated for a moment, “Okay, I will. Thank you. And, thank you, for the cab.”

~~~

It was almost nine when Morse stepped out of the hospital, the biting night breeze cutting through his coat. He pulled it a little tighter. As Morse was about to get in the taxi, he heard someone shouting his name and a rhythmic car horn shock through the air. 

“Morse!”

He spun around, not quite able to hide a small smile as he apologised to the taxi driver and walked towards the other car. 

Jakes had been leaning against the driver’s door, but, as Morse walked across the car park, he circled round to the passenger side to greet Morse, cigarette loose in his grasp, smoke swirling in the dirty orange streetlight like sad, grey angel wings. 

“I wasn’t expecting you.” 

“Drive you home?” Jakes was frowning but still opened the door and gestured Morse inside. 

They drove in silence, the wheels splashing teardrops onto the bottom of the car and the radio crooning and crackling a classical station. Morse watched Jakes tap an agitated rhythm on the steering wheel and had the strangest urge to hold his hand tightly, to ground him. They didn’t speak until they were back at Morse’s flat. 

It had been cold outside, the kind of cold that made your eyes water and your nose run, and when you went into the warm your cheeks would turn a sad sort of red.  For a moment, when he turned from the kettle to the sink, Jakes could see this on Endeavour's face: a sick parody of how he looked the night Sarah took him. 

“I’m not going to vanish.” Endeavour’s voice was soft, holding Peter’s heart and soothing it’s racing beat. 

“You did.”

They stood there for a moment in silence, just this side of too tense, and in the light of the small washed out bulb, Endeavour could see Peter, really see him. His eyes looked more sunken than usual, dark circles weighing them down and making him look tired; he was pale too, ghostly, and Morse couldn’t help but wonder what he had been doing this past week.                                                                 

They couldn’t stop talking, though they weren't saying much worth anything. The silence must be filled. Someone had put the record player on. 

Morse’s cupboards were as good as bare - the few slices of bread had gone moldy - so they got fish and chips, though they were mostly cold by the time they sat down, legs intertwined, at the tiny dining table. 

“I really thought you were going to die,” Peter said, poking idly at his mushy peas, “I thought that- “

“‘Please, love’.”

“What?”

“The last thing that I actually remember is you saying that. And then I didn’t see you for a week.” Morse says - more an observation than an accusation.

“I did come. To the hospital, that is.” He reached across and took a few chips off Morse’s plate, “The first day you were in there you were unconscious, or sleeping maybe, but I was there.”

“You didn’t come after that?”

“I didn’t go home before I came to see you. I don’t know how much you remember, but your neck…” Peter trailed off for a moment, staring at something only he could see. He shook his head, “My hands, my shirt - they were- there was blood everywhere and everytime I looked at you I thought you were dead, Dev. Everytime I looked at you, all I could see was you dead in that barn, or in the ambulance or-”

“Okay, okay. I understand. It’s just- I wish you had come to see me.”

“Right, well I'll remember that for next time you nearly die.”

“Knowing me that won't be too long.”

~~~

Peter could smell smoke when he woke up. It wasn’t often that Morse smoked - he hated the taste and the way the smell lingered, but on those rare occasions that he did, Peter liked to watch. It was nice to see a slightly more human side to him, though he created a rather lachrymose picture. 

The duvet pooled wonkily around Endeavour’s waist, the bleak streetlights and stray sunlight trapped in the raindrops on the window making a dirty, blurred halo that illuminated his bruised torso and bounced off his curls, shredding Peter's heart.  

“I’m still not going to vanish.” Endeavour croaked. Peter sat up against the headboard and plucked the half finished cigarette from Morse’s fingers, tugging Endeavour on top of him. 

Peter ghosted his fingers across Morse’s shoulders, up towards the scabbed wound and back down again.

Endeavour shifted, pushing his face further into Peter’s neck. 

Peter watched the cigarette burning down to the filter. 

“Make sure you put that out,” Morse mumbled into Peter’s skin, and he was asleep again before Peter had lit another cigarette, blowing smoke as if it would take his discomfort as it went. It didn’t.

He couldn’t help but notice how fragile, how still, Morse looked and his mind helpfully supplied images of him bleeding out in that arn again, over and over and over until he almost convinced himself that this was a dream and Morse had died, that Peter  had been too slow, too weak. 

Peter’s free hand had still been tracing idle patterns across Morse’s freckled shoulders, so he guided his hand to the wound on Endeavour’s neck, ghosting his fingers over the shooting star and through a constellation of freckles. His pulse beat steadily under Peter's fingers. 

Peter took a shuddering breath and let sleep take him once more.

~~~

It was late afternoon when Morse next woke. There was a cool breeze pushing through his flat - Peter had opened the window to air out the smoke - and the breeze carried the smell of slightly burnt toast, thick butter, and a palpable undercurrent of loving concern. 

“You should eat something, Dev.” 

“We should go for a walk later.”

For now, they sat, fingers intertwined on top of the tiny table. Peter’s fingers twitched as if to hold tighter. Endeavour tightened his grip a little.

“I’m not going anywhere, love.”

~~~

a/n: i started this months ago but was ever quite happy with it… oh well here it is!! okay so i started this in may and its almost november now so… sorry? anyways

#itv endeavour #Endeavour Morse #peter jakes #hurt/comfort #previous injury #lmk if i need to tag anything else

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Mafia!nct(and or wayv) scenrio where they find out that youve escaped and once theyve found you youll get either ignored by them or punished

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I went with WayV since I don’t think they’re asked for much, especially Mafia WayV. 

Hope everyone enjoys it.

Warning! Mentions of abuse and/or murder.

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Yangyang: (Punished) When he finds out that you’ve successfully escaped, he’ll be beyond pissed and kills the ‘guards’ that were supposed to be guarding you. Once he finds you an hour later, he’ll snatch you away and into the car, where he chews you out about how stupid you are. Once home, he knocks you around a few times before locking you in your room.

“You think this is bad? Seriously, y/n, you could have been tortured, or worse, if my rivals found you! Be thankful that this is all I’m doing. You won’t be leaving this house again!”

Ten: (Punished) You managed to get away from the guards that were with you at the mall. While you were ‘changing’ you slipped pass them. Unfortunately, members of a rival gang spotted you and held a gun to your back as they ushered you out of the building. There was nothing you could do. Realizing the danger that you were in, you silently prayed that Ten would somehow show up. God must have heard you since the men dropped dead after being shot in the head by Ten with supreme precision. Your relief was short lived, however. Ten was enraged, though seemed calm.

“You know, having to kill someone in broad daylight isn’t the safest measure to take. For that stunt you pulled, you’ll be spanked, no I won’t go easy on you; and no, there’s nothing you can do about it. Kiss your privileges goodbye as well.”

Lucas: (Ignored) Losing you is the last thing Lucas ever wants to happen. He can deal with a lot of things, but this isn’t one of them. He immediately sends his men out to search for you, to which, they find you within 20 minutes. You were trying to catch a bus to go home, you even had a bag packed. Instead of punishing you, he chooses to ignore you entirely. He’s hurt, but he’s been taught to suppress his pain. He’ll make you feel just as lonely and uncared for as he did.

Kun: (Ignored) You escaped by leaving in the middle of the night and hadn’t even thought that maybe this was too easy. You just wanted to escape. However, it was a set-up to see if you would take advantage of his leniency, to which you did. Before you can even make it to the gates to his mansion, huge arms grab you and drag you back into the hose to where Kun is. For nearly a week he’s been ignoring you. He doesn’t feed you when you ask for food, he doesn’t show affection, he doesn’t even want to be in the same room as you. You’ll have to work hard to get back on his good side.

Hendery: (Punished) Oh, you think you can escape and live a normal little life? Boy are you wrong, soooo wrong, and Hendery will prove to you why you can’t go back to your old life. As soon as you reach the city, a pair of guys approach from behind and knock you out then drag you into a mysterious car and drive off. You’re taken to a place you’ve never seen before- a warehouse. For three days you are tortured and questioned. Since you didn’t give any information, on the third day, while you were hanging upside down from the ceiling, Hendery shows up and seems completely unaffected by your current state. He pays the men a substantial amount of money and takes you home where he tends to your wounds. You definitely learned your lesson along with another. Don’t fuck with Hendery, ever.

“Hey, love. How’s it hangin’? Missed me? Good, now tell me, what did you learn these past three days, hm?”

Xiaojun: (Punished) While you were on a date with him, you thought it’d be a great idea to try to escape by running away into a crowd as you crossed a very crowded street. However, a pair of strong hands grab a hold of you firmly. You look to see who these hands belong to only to see Lucas giving you an amused grin. He had been going on a stroll with his s/o when he noticed your figure quickly weaving through the mass of busy bodies. Xiaojun catches up and yanks you back towards him, giving Lucas a quick thank you and his s/o a polite smile. When they leave, he gives you the most cold and unimpressed look then promises you’ll never go outside again or be unable to sit for a week once he’s through with you.

“Thank you, Lucas, sorry for the trouble. I guess I need to be firmer with my little flower from now on.” To you, “you’ll never see the light of day again, y/n. I’m NOT impressed. Now let’s go home!”

WinWin: (Ignored) Winwin doesn’t have time for this. He’s a very busy man with very important things to do and you’re interfering with his work, but he’s got the perfect plan. He can take care of you and his work at the same time. First, he’ll let you wander around the city long enough to draw attention from his rivals, using you as bait. As soon as you’re about to be scooped up, his men arrive to kill off the others. You are then immediately taken back home where you belong. Winwin says nothing and just continues on working until he’s finished. He doesn’t speak to you until morning when he asked how you slept.

~Ahreum Rhea

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