#this is a oneshot I made bc I felt lonely so get over it

[lostlovesoul11]

[DEMON TIME]

Pairing: Jeno X Haechan X Reader

Warnings: friends to...?, Smut, oneshot threesome(mmf), dubcon, double penetration, mxm action, manipulation, overstimulation, spitting, insecurities, ouija board, demons, usual filth

Word count: 9k

18+ no minors! Read tags beforehand.

so this was meant to be released for Halloween but I went on hiatus for the next couple of months. Since I'm back, I can share this with you all. ignore any errors bc i haven't even edited since.

Summary: When playing with an ouija board goes wrong...

A year ago...

It was completely dark in the room, yet Jeno’s thoughts were feeling corrupted. A mistake he made by becoming curious may have costed him to live an entire nightmare, only to be startled by a familiar presence.

“Jeno..” A soft yet deep like voice called out making jeno snap his head up only to see a bit of light surface. He gasps at the sudden call, almost like his breath got taken away, slowly opening his heavy eyelids to see what’s ahead. He knows too well who this is and he probably thought he wouldn’t come across this once again.

Jeno thought this would be over, perhaps forgotten since it’s been years. But alas. Haechan always made his presence well aware, often times entering his mind throughout the days, reminding him of a particular offer he had placed.

“Did you really think I’d forget?” A loud chuckle is heard as Jeno watches the gorgeous red headed man near him. However he wasn’t just a man, a beauty with horns, devilish. He’s mocking Jeno’s reactions at the sight of him knowing what is to be expected, he was told this would happen soon.

But maybe Jeno didn’t think it’ll come. Maybe Haechan would forget since its been a while but no. He’s tired of the demons continuous counters, reminding him daily about the past mistakes. “Just leave me alone!” Jeno huffs out in annoyance.

Haechan pouts, “But you don’t want me to. After all, who do you even have besides me?”

"No, I have friends!" Jenos inner monologue repeats in his head. The thought torments him. He wishes he never indulged in anything that particular day. Hating how his curiosity lead to this pathway.

A finger is placed on Jeno’s chin lifting it upward, “You needed me. You called for me. And I came. I gave you my company, became a friend, helped you to get whatever you desired.. ”

“Stop!” Jeno shouts, pushing Haechan’s hand away from him completely. ”I don’t need you.”

Haechan shouts back, “You’ve always needed me!

He hates this. He hates how right Haechan is. Jeno was always a lonely child, often finding it hard to fit himself with people. Until he came across the demon, Haechan.

“I- don’t.” Jeno closes his eyes, finding ways to escape the lies telling from his eyes.

Haechan smiles, watching him convince himself from the utter truth. “You could have said goodbye Jeno but you never have. Shall I tell you why?”

He gulped knowing the exact reason why. He’s aware having the ouija board he can end this by saying goodbye, one of the rules to initially do once you’ve finished using it. Anything can be done to get rid of a demon. So why doesn’t he?

Lowering himself as a breath rushes to Jeno’s ear, “Because your a troubled lonely boy who craves company, desperately.”

And there it was the reason to why Jeno even befriended a demon. Though thinking it was harmless at a young age, Jeno grew attached to the presence of the demon. Especially during the times he had no one.

But demons don’t just befriend people without having something for themselves. And that’s Haechan always reminded him there’s a price to pay. What you didn’t know was, that price was you.

It terrfied Jeno once he started taking a liking towards you after finally finding a group of friends. You stood out. You was the opposite of Jeno. Kind but fierce, confident at what you always wanted. Something Jeno wishes he had.

But most of all, Jeno felt flutters in his heart having you around him. He knew he was screwed, who wouldn’t fall for a beautiful person like you?

And that’s when Haechan entered wanting to find a new prey. Convincing Jeno who initially was hesitant. But it worked. Maybe Jeno did have a sick mind to have you in this way too.

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Halloween was always something you looked forward to. The moon tonight was illuminating when you stepped outside with the group as you all made your way to a Halloween party.

Dressing up was one of your favourite things to do. Looking like a straight vampire out of the movie, fangs on your teeth with smeared lipstick stain on your bottom lip. An extremely short black dress with see through tights, barely covering you up.

Later that night, everyone returned home from the party to Jeno's house. It's always something the group does, a cosy and huge place to come back to was the best. Everyone was drunk off limits, playing a bunch of card games, ordering food and what not.

The time arrived when everyone began to get up and finally going back to their house. However, you felt slightly lazy today. It's not unusual for you though, having to stay over at Jeno's was a normal occurrence. He was such a great friend, always helping you out during your drunk times, taking off your make up before you doozed right off. You really appreciated having Jeno.

Although this time, you wasn't really too drunk at all. But you still wanted to stay the night over. Jeno's house was huge, thanks to having rich parents. Hence there was always enough room for anyone to sleep over.

And tonight you was staying over.

Laying on the long sofa scrolling away on your phone, your other hand putting snacks in your mouth. Jeno finally enters back in the room but with something in his hand. Your eyes fluttered over at the very thing he’s holding on to, walking across to the table.

“Jeno what’s that?” You asked, brows raised when you shift your eyes away from your phone and on to what he is carrying in his hand.

Whatever it was seemed to be quite rusty, dust scattered above it as Jeno rubbed it off with his hands. It looked like an old board as you watched.

It would be a lie to say that Jeno wasn’t scared. Truthfully this could either work or not. And hearing your innocent voice calling him to ask makes his heart churn. The way you have no idea..

He clears his throat nervously before he speaks, “It’s a ouija board."

Your eyes widen at the statement, “No way, an ouija board?”

He saw the way your eyes popped open, attention leaving away as you dropped your phone down and watched what’s in front. Unable to tell how your reaction towards this is.

You came closer to Jeno, your fingers touching the old board as some dust particles remain on your finger. You’ve heard of ouija boards but never have them in person. You visibly feel shocked. “Wow...” this is...

The guilt slowly forms up to Jeno as he inhales deeply before he speaks up, “It’s okay we don’t have to play—

Only to get abruptly stopped as your hand reaches on Jeno’s arm. Jeno was confused at the reaction, genuinely thinking you felt creeped out by this but the glint in your eyes spoke otherwise.

“I want to play” You quickly shout out.

Jeno’s eyes widen, a fast inhale retrieves out of his mouth, “Really?”

He still cannot believe you want to go ahead with this and tries to find ways of convincing, perhaps the one who needs convincing is him.

You almost looked like a a kid begging to play with their favourite toy, a grin slapped across your face as you pester him more. “Yes, let’s play it! I think this will be fun.”

Fun. It will be everything but fun, Jeno thought. As much as he hates doing this, the sick part of him is happy your wiling to try it out. It’s why he would often mention to not be so willing to do just everything in the pretext of risks. What if these risks put you through dangerous places?

What if it put you to dangerous beings, people like him?

But you was fearless. Always striving to do whatever you can to gain experience. Something Jeno was fond of yet jealous.

However in this context it was far from such. Unfortunately your determined nature just makes it easier for anyone to coy you around.

He licks his bottom lip as he fights back a laughter, “Okay fine, let’s do it.”

Both of you sat down together with the board below. Though it seems like a dusty old board, you could still see the words that are written on it. The various letters in bold with the Yes and No at the top corners.

“Do you want me to go through the rules?” in which you had nodded, waiting for him to tell you more.

Rule number 1 Never use this alone. Always play with others

Rule number 2 Always set the mood during the night, use candles before initiating

Rule number 3 Dont forget to say goodbye

Rule number 4 Be careful what you wish for..

You’ve watched many movies growing up about these things but never actually coming across it in real life. You don’t exactly know how to feel at this given moment except to listen to everything Jeno is mentioning, after all, he knows well doesn’t he?

Going through the rules makes Jeno feel so fake. Because he always end up doing the exact opposite of what was to expect, but could he be to blame? He was just a child. A vulnerable child who knew nothing with a curious mind.

Jeno gets up and retreats to a different room as you waited in the living room, only to come back whilst closing the lights behind him and placing a few candles around the board. He uses a lighter above the candles as it burns ahead.

Now that the mood has settled in you definitely feel a bit nervous about this whole thing, your hands shake but Jeno calms you with his own above.

“We got this’’ He says in comfort making you feel at ease knowing your not alone in this.

We.

You closed your eyes as you inhale a deep breath ready to face your fears.

The planchette is directly placed on the board, Jenos hands merges with yours while you both move it around in circles until you stop. You gulped as you awaited for what’s next. Jeno suddenly speak up.

“Are there any spirits that’d like to come in contact with us right now?”

An eerie vibe comes along as you wait for a reveal, your hands suddenly felt cold, chest slightly heaving on what’s to come ahead. Is it true? Do spirits exist? Does this even work? Slowly, it felt like time was dragging on having no response, no movement to answer the question.

Jeno looked with worry in his eyes but the smile remained still on his face. You can’t pinpoint what he’s feeling, maybe he’s scared?

“I think you should ask a question” He spoke, a small grin on his face. You blinked a couple of times before it sinked in what he had asked, you licked your lips returning a smile back towards him.

“Are there any spirits present here who would like to come in contact with us right now?”

Utter silence.

Maybe this doesn’t work. Maybe these things are just for fun purposes, nothing to indicate how real these things are. It felt lowkey as a relief, because you felt yourself feel light hearted about the situation. So you asked again.

“Are there any hot spirits present here who would like to come in to contact with us right now?” You playfully joked, emitting a laugh from Jeno.

You both giggled, feeling light hearted about what is happening right now, maybe this is just a fun game to play and has nothing real about it. So why not make some jokes?

Both of you were immersed in yourselves when all of a sudden the planchette slowly shoots up the corner, YES.

You felt your heart sank, your stomach feeling physically sick. You cannot believe this is real. This actually works.

“Holy shit” you gasped in shock. So this shit really does work? Surprised at what just happened. Just not long ago you was thinking how this may just be some made up game, only to be shooked to the core.

Jeno just watched your face, as if you’re trying to dim down the effects of being terrified. Its normal for him though. However for you its not. He knows you must be feeling all sorts of ways, once like ye did too.

“Are you okay?” he questioned in concern, not knowing if is something you still wanna go ahead with.

Your pupils dilated, you cough up, “Y-yeah totally didn’t just get scared at that..!” trying to brush off acting as if it didn’t affect you. Your words are stammering as they fall out your mouth, of course your shit scared!

“I.. just.. can’t believe.. this... spirit has a praise kink!” You shouted out. If you really think about it, whoever it was only revealed themselves after you called them "hot".

Only to begin go laugh and making Jeno laugh along. Seriously, even in such situations you still somehow make light of your situations and that’s one thing Jeno really admired about you.

“You’re unbelievable” Jeno shakes his head as he chuckles at your jokes. At least in this way you can make jokes rather than giving up on this.

This is interesting you thought. Halloween night playing ouija board with a hot spirit? Like hell does that stuff really exist?

“Technically I’m right, whoever it was definitely responded because I called them hot,”

If only you knew.

You started feeling bold, wanting to find out more about who this spirit is thats decided to communicate with you both.

“What’s your name?” You asked, but this time the planchette moved rather quickly than last time, spelling the name out as you begin to read what is said.

H A E C H A N

“Haechan" You spoke up, you don’t think you’ve ever heard such a name before today. Guessing its definitely a male speaking with you right now. What you didnt notice beside you was Jeno’s eyes stayed still on the board, not blinking one bit hearing Haechans name came out of your mouth. Causing goosebumps grazing on to his skin. Things are beginning to feel real once again, feeling sickness in his stomach already.

“Have you ever heard of this name, Jeno?” Looking up to him as he breaks out of stillness, before replying, "No."

Such a liar. Even when Jeno lies, it still does not sit right with him, wondering if you’d be able to catch his bluff. But you haven’t so far, a sick feeling of relief washes past him.

You prompt another question, almost like you’ve gotten the hang of this game. So far whoever this spirit is seems friendly, it seems.

“Why are you here tonight?” You asked further, curious what made this specific spirit is seeking tonight.

Tonight was the day a deal was formed between the demon and Jeno something you’re completely unaware of. You have no idea what your getting into at all. Your innocent and curious nature yet again deceiving you.

The planchette moved, something that still sends chills to your bones, forming a response.

T O C O L L E C T

Goosebumps form as the answer shoots you completely. Things were seemingly creepier as you interrogated the spirit more. Collect what and who you thought?

You seemed to still be in shock so Jeno took over and asked. “To collect who?”

It was silent. Unlike the previous times where the spirit communicated rather quickly, this time there was nothing. No urgency of a response, making you frown.

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea to do, maybe the spirit didn’t want to communicate any longer so you sighed and was just about to say to end this, only to be startled by the planchette moving itself towards the alphabets.

M Y P R E C I O U S

You both looked at one another in shock, not expecting such answer which only leaves you both confused on who this is talking about. You kept thinking of multiple scenarios of how this spirit must have had a past lover whom they’re still trying to connect and vice versa.

“Who is?”

Y O U

You felt your breath get sucked out of your body, panting on the new information. This is becoming worse as it goes on, you have no idea who even this spirit is except his name, Haechan. You look towards Jeno absolutely freaking out, “Jeno.. w-what the fuck!”

Jeno saw the way your eyes bulged out, fear written over your face. You seemed so scared and conflicted, he knew this was to come.

“Maybe he’s just flirting with you,” Jeno snapped back trying to make you laugh, only to watch you huff out. “Well that’s a sick way to be flirting!”

Sick. Everything about this was sick, he thought.

Whilst you're both speaking, not realising the planchette moves once again, catching your eyes below to read out the message its delivering.

O R D O Y O U P R E F E R M Y S L U T

Holy shit. No way did this spirit just say this stuff right now. Mouth opened wide trying to process what you have just saw. No way is this spirit really talking dirty to you right this second.

"What the fuck." You froze ahead at what's spelled out, "This is getting weird..." You sighed.

To be honest, even Jeno didn’t like what Haechan just said. Thoughts coming back thinking whether this is a good thing to do, for the demon to have you and do whatever he likes..

However Jeno has to remember what his motive really was, trying to find ways for you to still remain here. “Maybe he hasn’t had any action since,”

Only for you to roll your eyes, “Wow, I mean surely hes on the other side so what action will he be getting." Jeno literally laughs out, a part of him does loath Haechan so hearing things mocking him does make him chuckle.

Your stomach wasn't feeling great about this anymore, all of a sudden your throat began to close up, You whispered quietly, “Maybe we should stop this...”

Before you could even do anything or wrap this up, the candles suddenly leave their flames, darkness welcomes back in to the room. It’s pitch black, not an ounce of light to be seen, you felt restless with your heart accelerating, “Jeno.. I'm-im scared!.”

The silence begins to get creepy, no sound to be heard at all. Now you’re really beginning to feel the effects, not realising your eyes have slight prickly tears formed.

“Jeno..? Jeno..?”

You felt a warm hand tug on to your back, only to aggressive push you in a instant. You screamed, not realising you have fallen into the arms of someone. Face hitting their chest. Not not only is your heart racing but so is another.

Jeno turns one of the candles above his face as you slowly look up “It's me, Jeno" he reassures.

“J-Jeno something.. pushed me i-iswear-"

Jenos coos you on his arms, “I'm here."

The candle light brought out your face, Jeno in awe how you still look so beautiful, even in fear. You was always beautiful to him for sure, but today your features were shown in a different light. Teary eyes and flushed face brought out your cuteness, its kind of sick of Jeno to even see beauty within your fear. The parting of your beautiful lips trying your hardest to exhale with both of your breasts pushing upwards. Your hands tightening as you held on to Jeno’s arm, almost bruising into his skin. But he doesn’t care, his pain doesn’t exist when you’re there. Almost like a cure for him.

That push really shook your core, you perhaps think this may have been the spirit itself. But why would he do that? Matter of a fact you’ve never encountered a real life spirit. Not having any idea how one looks and quite frankly would rather wish not to know.

You stay beside Jeno inhaling his fresh scent, despite partying earlier on with the rest, he still manages to smell great. Like comfort, not overbearing. Your latched against him with his a hand making way towards your hair, giving gentle strokes. He moves you away from him with your face in contact to him, watching him with furrowed brows. His hand moves down towards your cheek, giving slow rubs.

Its the way he was paying attention to your face, like hes searching for something within you. His brows were raised with his teeth grazing his bottom lip. He looked attractive, well you’ve always found him attractive but tonight was different. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this upclose and his strong jawline carved to perfection.

“I’ll protect you” He spoke, unable to help but watch your luscious lips. You look so tempting, hes surprised how well he held off. Whenever you was around him, even giving him light grazes, he would almost flinch. But most of the times it was visits to the bathroom, taking care of his problem of getting hard, fisting his cock completely dry.

How can you claim to protect someone when you invite them to this hell, Jeno?

Your puppy eyes were stilled on Jeno’s face. Admiring his every feature you can see, so strong yet delicate. You lick your lips at the sight of him, thoughts wandering off your head, thinking how nice his lips would feel-

“Don’t do that” Jeno said sternly. You had zero idea of what you was doing to him, making him feel right this second. The way your eyelashes start fluttering with a confused look, is it possible he can read your mind?

“But I didn’t—

“it makes me want to kiss you.” He fought back, biting his lower lip with his eyes below, how managed to contain himself throughout but its seemingly impossible now. Why do you look so frightened yet pretty? How do you manage to have beauty even in darkness?

You swallowed, eyes wide as you hear Jeno’s thought. You can’t believe he would or could ever say such thoughts, you’ve never heard him say anything like this to you. But right now that’s exactly what you want, you lean closer against his body, tipping upwards with a seductive eyes, “Then kiss me.”

Jeno didn’t need to be told twice. No hesitation shows when his lips urgently collide yours. He tilts his head as he deepens the kiss inhaling every breath of yours. It felt like giving him revgererance each time he consumed you. You have no idea how desperately he wanted to do this for the longest time and now he’s finally kissing you.

Saliva begins to form below your chin with Jenk sucking it up inside, his tongue grazes all your mouth and lip. Tasting better than he thought. You took him in gladly, letting your hands roam over his soft hair continuing the kiss.

The candles were perfectly lit bringing light into the living room, the inhaling through your nose as it burns away. A chair is placed right beside you both in which you struck Jeno down below and reach above him. He was a taken back from the gesture, eyes wide but dived into you further when you sat below his lap.

You struct back and forth against his pants already feeling his hard on. It excited you to know how hard he’s already become for you, such an easy puppy. He saw the way you moved backwards, rushing to whatever your going for as he snaps you out of it.

"Trying to cum on my pants?” He huffed out, almost making you stop with his strong hands around you, watching the desperation from your eyes wanting more.

“Yes.” Answering immediately, you’re shameless but you love the feel and its exactly what you want.

“Are you always this desperate?” He bucks his hips further up, hitting his hard on against your sensitive clit. Making your mouth part in pleasure.

“No..” You lied, not used to seeing this side of Jeno. From what you knew, Jeno was mostly reserved, the nice boy. But today he’s different. You didnt think he’d have it in him but right now he convinced you otherwise.

“No?” He questioned, moving his mouth lower towards your neck planting a few kisses, making you curl. He brings your palm below, touching his erection directly, “Do you feel that?” He whispers.

“Fuck” “I—” Moans eclict from you at the contact of his length, the material brushing your hand with roughness. His pupils dilated watching you become so dumb for him, his hand holding yours below his length moving you slowly, “This is all your fault, you know that right?”

You’ve never felt so helpless, wanting to rip out his clothes and let him do you right then and there. You’re throbbing underneath him and you’d do anything to feel your release, “Why.. is it?” You fought back, wanting to play along with him.

He chuckles as he bites his lower lip, enough to pull blood, “Who told you to look so pretty? Do you know the amount of times I’ve fisted my cock because of you? Got me so hard?

Shocked was an understatement. You’ve never thought of Jeno doing anything like this. He gets off about you? Since when? Why haven’t you been made aware of this? Why haven’t any of your friends mentioned this? This is complete news to you.

He saw the way your cheeks blushed, your brows were furrowed in confusion and carried on, “The times you came near me and I backed away? The times I had to always run off to the bathroom? Fuck I was so scared of you finding out, biting my lip so hard so you don’t end up hearing me..”

Now all you could picture is the times you remembered him running off never thinking twice why. Picturing how he’d lean against the shower with the water gliding down, a hand on his erection as he pumps himself. Fuck. So hot.

You felt so needy, rustling yourself on him as you let him speak more about what he does when he’s alone. You wanted to play along, teasingly, “That’s not right to do.”

Jeno immediately stops you from trying to reach your climax, “And you? Fucking your cunt on my thigh whilst hearing the things I’ve done is?” You bite your lip as a moan escapes your mouth, letting him put you in your place. Your thighs ache as your body jolts with the

“Jeno I had no idea..” Finally speaking out, only for Jeno to pull you closer to him with your hands held on his shoulders. He looks up with hopeful eyes, “Of course you didn’t.” He smiles until it slightly drops making you feel some way, “You’ve never noticed me.”

You saw the way his light eyes suddenly dimmed down towards the end, a drastic change of reaction. You genuinely never noticed his behaviours until now, maybe because you never felt the need to. He was a friend, after all.

Well you’ve fucked friends before and its nothing you take seriously, he could have asked you if he really just wanted that you thought.

You gasped as you break out of thought when he suddenly lifts you up from him, feeling a loss of contact with his erection. Picking you up with the dimly light ahead, leading you inside his bedroom. Your eyes open as your placed beneath the bed, coldness hitting your back as you lay down.

Jeno crawled over you, breath fanning over before he kisses into your lips once again. He loves how soft you feel. His hands reaching below as removes each piece of clothing off. Cupping your breasts before he sinks lower and inserts one towars his mouth. You immediately falter, loving the way he sucks on your nipples.

He doesn’t stop kissing your body, letting himself consume every inch of you. You smell divine, it drives him crazy how he’s finally gotten you. He’s happy because he can finally feel you, let him touch you in places he’s only imagined whilst in the bathrooms. Perfect may not exist but for Jeno you do. He reaches lower with his eyes up, drawing his tongue below your abdomen to thighs.

You eclict moans right away, hitting the sensitive spot. He loves making you feel good. You deserve to always feel pleasure. And he will be always ready to deliver. Slowly tearing down your skirt below you knees, as expected to see you full of wetness.

Diving in deep with a swirl of his tongue, hitting you out of nowhere. You reached for his hair as you tugged with the pleasure, “Wetter than my dreams.” He states in awe at the sight ahead of him.

He reached up planting kisses before he connects his lips against yours. Sometbing he can’t keep himself to not do. Always wondering how your lips must feel, soft. It feels good to have you against him, allowing him to do whatever. Jeno felt so happy. For once, his dreams were becoming a reality. For once, he’s finally gotten you, or will that reality hit him like a dream once again..

“Jeno hyung"

A sweet voice was called out from behind, near the door of the bedroom. Jeno’s eyes snapped back, back to reality. The moments he had shared almost forgetting what the truth of reality was. A nightmare living in a dream. His happiness lasted briefly, eyes bulged out in terror.

You’ve possibly never seen a reaction as such before. Jeno turned almost pale, his eyes widen with darkness but a tint of fear behind. He stopped moving, freezing in time. His hand wasn’t touching anymore, it stilled. You’re absolutely deprived and have been edged for too long, trying to bring your hand up to Jeno’s face. Only for him to snap backwards, completely ignoring you.

You tried to call him out but avail. Something snapped to him ever since someone called him out, only to realise there was also another person present in the room. That sent shivers to your bones, watching ahead in fear. Jeno walks towards the door but stops mid way.

The lighting was dim enough in the room, but whatever was standing near the door blossomed with light. From your angle, you could only watch and notice the bright light entering inside closer and closer.

It appeared closer as you squinted your eyes, however frozen when you see the sight ahead. An alluring red headed beauty, sun kissed skin that beams with light. He almost looked like an angel had you not seen the small horns from the corners of his scalp. A fallen angel, perhaps.

He approached closer to Jeno, lifting his hand as it grazed along his cheek watching him in adoration and glinted eyes, “I’ve missed you, hyung.” Jeno watches in shock, it’s finally hitting him how real this is. The touch felt so familiar with him, something he’s not felt in years as he puts his hand above the demons.

“Haechan..” He breathed slowly, someone who was always with him. Someone who he had shared his moments with, his loneliness with. He grew attachment to him and till this moment, too.

Haechan walked closer as his nose scents Jeno’s neck, before gripping it with his hand and pulling himself near his ears with a whisper, “I told you you could never escape me..” He smirks.

Haechans breath fans all around Jeno’s neck, causing his neediness to rupture. It was always a sensitive spot for Jeno, receiving small sigh from his mouth.

You gulped nervously, did you just hear Jeno call out to Haechan? The same one who you played the Ouija Board with? How is this possible? How does Jeno know him? Millions of questions arise in your mind, mind boggled. Your heart begins to accerlate as each second passes, gripping on the sheet harshly as a safety net.

You felt silenced. Not a word formed in your mouth. Just watching the sight ahead, you lated still waiting to see what happens next.

Haechan’s tongue made presence as it shifted towards Jeno’s ear, slowly moving below to his neck. Jeno moaned quietly as the boy felt pleasure, cock hardening as he swirls away. His nose above his ear before tugging his hair back, “So easy and receptive to my touch hyung, you must have missed me quite a bit.” He boasts.

Jeno immediately rushes his lips against Haechan’s, though his kiss was driven more from his earlier events and the demon itself. He felt more alive as the kiss deepens, the only time Jeno feels out of the ordinary. A sense of comfort that only he has for himself, a feeling like no other to be known. Jeno takes in more and more, sucking the demons tongue like thirst.

Haechan pushes himself hard, throwing his hand below the shaft, forming moans through the mouth. Jeno hissed, throwing his head back as his eyes rolled, letting the demon take control over his body. You watched in complete awe on how receptive Jenos falls in Haechan’s hands.

You should be petrified, you are. But the way your legs have been spread out, left lonely because of Jeno makes you feel needy. The redrawl of touch hits you hard. A scene that should make you run for the hills, but what do you do instead?

Bringing a hand on your aching thighs, dragging it down slowly to gain some sort of touch. The hand moves it’s placement from your ankle, towards your abdomen, causing slight shivers to your body. Biting your lip to not make any sounds, the finger ascends above your breasts, cupping before you massage them.

Jeno’s groans feel like music to your ears and a favourite to the Demon. He walks backwards slowly as Haechan continues his pleasure, nearing towards you. However that doesn’t make you stop, you're absolutely needy. The hand cups your breast before you pinch your nipples, swallowing your moans away.

Your finger slowly makes way down, every touch accelerates your reaction. You can see not only Jeno but the sight of the beautiful demon. Wondering how easy you can fall in to his touch, imagining his fingers running down towards your area. You’re incredibly wet, your fingers moving upwards and down before it stops at your swollen clit.

Mouth parting at the sensitivity down below, you know with one touch you’d literally come. You furrow your brows, lifting your head up to see the sight ahead. You cannot contain yourself much longer, before you begin to rub furiously below.

Small moans erupt from your mouth, breathing accelerates as you move. Hot sweats break out against your skin rushing for climax. You continue, only to stop in almost shock at what you see. The demon kisses Jeno’s ears as he opens his eyes at the sight of your arousal.

You immediately froze. Like someone snatched your breath away. There was fear behind your eyes showing evidently to the demon as he curled a smirk on his face. Your heart was pounding feeling like you got caught. Caught in something wrong.

Your fingers almost vibrate with the throbbing below indicating how close you are. For some reason you just couldn’t move your fingers at all. The shock of seeing Haechan catching you literally get yourself off from them makes you feel ashamed. But, don’t the wrong things feel so good?

Remaining eye contact with the demon ahead as he continues rubbing Jeno, you slowly begin to thrust up. It was subtle at first, but Haechan knows you way too well. The fact that you tried to act innocent by stopping with your fingers, yet you start thrusting yourself against your fingers. You begin to bite your lips, letting the demon watch the way your toes begin to curl. The arrival of the release occurs with your eyes rolling back, legs shivering until you can take the achehis before you drop below the bed.

You don’t realise eyes have always been on you. Haechan whispers to Jeno before stopping abruptly, making their way towards the bed. You laid with wetness as it continues to slip on the bed, eyes closed before you open your eyes once again.

“My angel,” He mutters, watching you as you felt exposed within his gaze. The petname immediately made you flush, hoping you aren’t caught once again. “Is this my angel, tonight?” He questions as he eyed Jeno.

Jeno felt nervous before he spoke up, “Yes.”

He didn’t know what to say to you. He didn’t know how your reaction is to see him this way, with a demon alongside. Jeno wants to say so much but so little comes out, knowing you’re shaken by this. Do you hate him? Are you angry? He doesn’t know because your face doesn’t indicate anything at all.

Your eyes are stilled on Jeno, a million questions on your mind but you can’t think. You can’t think when all you want is to feel a touch from them desperately.

“Jeno always had a thing for pretty things,” His hand travelling to your ankles with light strokes, yet you feel electricity running through as you gasp at the sudden movement. “And I have a thing to ruin them completely..” His fingers almost grazing towards your upper thigh before he widens your legs.

You shudder with soreness, exposed at what you’ve been hiding all this time as you softly moaned. Jeno immediately feels his cock harden at the sight of your open legs before Haechan speaks up, “Spread your legs open."

And you did exactly that despite of the burning you felt keeping still. Thinking you’d be receiving some sort of action, but no. Haechan immediately turns to Jeno before putting his mouth back on his once again. This time increasingly faster and rough as they kiss.

Feeling absolutely ignored, you try to close your legs until Haechan eyes loom over yours, “I said keep them open.”

The throbbing immediately begins, wanting to close your legs but remembering you can’t. So you stay still, suffering as you watch them swallow each another. You wanted to get touched, to feel anything at this point. That’s until Haechan backed away, averting his eyes to your sullen face before he looks at Jeno.

“Open your mouth.” He demands.

Jeno does without hesitation, as the demon connects himself against him before he released himself, spitting in his formed saliva into the mouth of Jeno’s. You almost drooled at what you saw, Jeno mouth dripping with his own saliva alongside Haechan’s, reaching just below his chin.

He looks up to Haechan before he moved away from him, mouth being full before entering his liquids inside.

Your legs wide, aching in pain before you see the demon bring Jeno near you before he draws out, “Spit in her sinful pussy.” He demands. You suddenly gasp at how cold it felt as the fluid travels down towards your throbbing hole, making a trail down your thigh.

You felt exposed how they watched in awe at your hole before the demon instructed Jeno next, “Brim her full of my spit, shove your fingers inside.” Jeno doesn’t hesitate at all, his long fingers already making way and fucking inside of your cunt rapidly, forcing the wetness to be shoved all the way in.

“Fuck Jeno,” You gasped at the harshness of his fingers inside. He showed zero mercy on you and fasten as he kept going, leaving you gasping each second. Jeno loved how pretty you looked, breathless and teary all for him and he wanted to see you being a wreck.

You almost forget that you have another visitor, a hand roams around your body heightening the experience further. Your eyes are shut, breathing deeply as you feel Jeno hitting your spot. Eyes opening slowly as a tongue is felt beneath you, swallowing you as it stays between your breasts.

The pleasure feels surreal, all at once hitting you everywhere. Your nipples have hardened, goosebumps forming on your skin before you slowly opened your eyes, seeing Haechan remaining eye contact whilst he sucks on to your breasts before biting with his sharp teeth, electing pain from your mouth.

You don’t even realise how close you are until streams of tears reach below your chest, feeling overstimiulated from the pleasure from both. The demon already looms above you without you noticing watching his prey looking wrecked and beautiful.

Looking prettier as ever, Haechan almost is convinced you're an angel. How can one look so gorgeous as they cry out? Your cheeks are flushed, lips plump red and skin heated as you felt the breath fanning over your face like breeze, cooling you from the heat.

Jeno loves the way you taste, loving how he gets to be underneath you and suck in your wetness when he dives deeply. His mouth finds contact to your clit and flicks it furiously to make you cum.

Your hand tugs below, tears streaming down your face before Haechan brings his tongue out and licks them away. You felt the cold shiver as he continues his lick when every droplet falls, dark eyes watching you falter completely in his hold. You looked so helpless, as your face scrunched up.

He knows you're wrecked and can sense your nearing just before he shoves Jeno’s face down all the way inside of your cunt, “That’s it, give the boy a treat.” Jeno struggled but still maintained his hands against your skin, tugging into you deeply . He was so excited to have you finish all inside of his mouth, groaning along your cunt.

“I’m going to c-cum—”

Your cut off immediately when Haechan latches his mouth against yours, sucking in every moan your mouth can make. He kisses you so raw, a little different to Jeno. It felt animalistic. He wanted every bit of you, inch, sound of you. Feeling almost selfish, wanting you to consume your moans only to him.

Jeno felt the withdrawal of the hand when he peeks up, coated full of your wetness witnessing the demon and you indulging with each another. He felt his heart sinking a little before remembering he’s the reason why he’s able to even feel you, perhaps even inside of you.

He grew needier as he palms his cock out, giving it a few rubs as he watches you both. “Wanna fuck you.” He meekly speaks, “Wanna feel your warm pussy.”

You look up to see Jeno fisting his cock, looking sensitive as ever. It’s exactly how you pictured him doing you in the bathroom, his arms showcasing his veins as he kept pumping with a bite on his lip. You spread yourself open, the urge to feel a cock inside. He smiles, can’t contain himself parting your thighs open while he enters inside with

It catches you off guard as you scream at his intrusion, his huge cock slowly making its way known inside. His eyes remained stilled on yours, softening as he moved up towards you before kissing in to your neck. You’re melting under his touch, his cock hitting you rather gentle.

Haechan is under watching Jeno’s cock go in and out before he scoffs, “I see you don’t know Angel as well as you thought.” Causing a frown on Jeno’s face at what the demon said.

Annoyed, Jeno mutters, “Shut up.”

He continues to kiss your body away, his lips stilled on your abdomen as he continues thrusting inside. You have no idea what the demon and him are exchanging, you just want to feel pleasure.

The demon loves how worked up Jeno’s becoming, only to tease him further. “Come on, fuck her like you mean it.” He teases, continuing his pace before he slows down completely, “Show her how much you like her.”

The last sentence hit Jeno like a bus. Eyes widening at the statement said, you was never meant to know that and he can’t believe Haechan just exposed him about it. He looks over to you in embarrassment, taking his eyes away before you call out his name.

You was surprised hearing this information come out. Watching how immediately Jeno stopped reacting, almost making himself look small. Youve fucked with friends before, no feelings involved whatsoever, so is this true? Does Jeno possibly have feelings for you?

Your eyes widen, “You like me?”

Jeno forms no response, but seeing how you look so wrecked yet cute makes his heart falter even more. The heat rushes towards his face not realising how apparent his answer is towards you.

‘’Aw.” The demon cooed as he watched. “Look how red your face is. “Did I make you go soft inside her?” He chuckled evily as he pokes a tongue against his cheek.

“Fuck you.” Jeno shouts back.

His pace changes quickly, the cock thrusting deeply inside of your walls as he pushes himself further. You feel your eyelids flutter once he goes inside and out. Almost feeling his cock stretching your pussy all out.

The demon wears a smug face on, annoying Jeno thus more. His hand reaches Jeno’s thigh, just for him to throw it back away.

“You wanna be a fucking brat?” He grits out, watching Haechan under him with thirst before he removes the cock from your hole and inserts directly into the demons mouth.

Abusing Haechan’s mouth as he continues ramming inside, the smile still remains in his eyes whilst he chokes himself on it. It’s definitely been a while since he’s had Jeno inside of him and he loved how he can get under his skin so easily.

Haechan licks and sucks him all over as he kneeled below. Jeno puts his hand above Haechan’s before he pushes him further down on his cock, making him swallow. But Haechan coughs up, trying to breath only for Jeno to keep his hand on him firm.

“Didn’t you want my cock? Come on take it all.”

The dynamic between the two wasn’t something you expected. They both can overpower each other yet fall into each others touch so easily. To know Jeno has this side already drove you nuts, your hand reaching your area to relieve yourself from the loss cock.

You felt so turned on just before Jeno throws your hand away from yourself, eyes darken towards you, “You’re not cumming through your hands, you’re cumming on my cock.” He commanded. Lifting his cock out of Haechan’s mouth and pushed it all the way up inside your cunt.

The demon smirked as he licked off the remaining wetness off him, now diverting his attention towards you.

You throbbed hearing him, eyes rolling back, you felt so wet under that you almost can’t even feel a cock. It just felt like a gush of wetness that slides all over hitting the perfect spot. You’re happy he changed his pace because this is exactly what you wanted. To be wrecked.

He delivered brutal thrusts, pining your arms down to the sides as he pushed himself more and more into you. Tears filling your eyes at being over stimulated, Jeno’s cock hits on the spot, already shuddering from it.

“You take me in so good, fuck—” Jeno groans, loving the feel of your cunt sucking up all up. Youre throbbing against him and he knows your about to climax any second. “Wanna cum with you too, hold on will you?” He asks nicely, his forehead connecting yours before he kisses. You nodded biting your lips harder than ever.

Jeno looked so concentrated, so sexy. You held off your climax just to see him use your hole as he could. His face is against your neck, groaning in pain. A sign of him cumming, you hold on to him and let yourself move to feel the same way too.

“Fuck fuck fuck—” He groans, letting his release spill inside of you as you did too. The gush was a lot mixing along yours, eyes turning as your nails dug into his skin. Your leg were still shaking with the orgasm passing along your whole body.

He lifts off from you as you stay laying, until the demon turns you around. Your ass was planted with a kiss, jolting at the touch as your still sensitive.

He spread your legs wide once again, cheeks on display before smacking your lips in between. “Fuck, pervert.” You screeched aloud. You noticed the demon had a thing for you being spread out entirely, only to make him chuckle.

He placed his lips as he puts a kiss, trying to soothe you. “You humans fascinate me, you know?” Quirking a brow from behind, his hand slowly moving towards your core.

Already faltering to the demons touch as you whimper, “Why?”

His hand stretches you more, allowing better access before he shoves his fingers inside. Jolting in an instant, it feels sore yet pleasurable. As he takes them out and continues to move around over your clit.

“So needy for me already,” He rasps, allowing his hand to get coated along your wetness. “One touch and you’re already faltering.” He smirks behind you. Even a singular touch from him causes you to react so fast.

He removes his hand suddenly depriving you off his touch, making you frown as you look back.

Only to see something you’ve never seen before. A cock this huge, you’re sure he’d rip you to shreds. You begin to wonder how it’ll feel, how deep it can get inside of you.

“Scared?” Haechan teases back, a smirk written across his face. He seemed so full of himself you thought, but it only made you like him more. He knows how well you try and hide how you feel, only for you to shrug it off.

The ache between your legs expands, as you wiggle yourself behind his cock. You can already feel the texture, smoother than you imagined. Moving around emitting groans from the demon.

“Such a tease, Angel.” The demon groans biting his bottom lip sounding almost melodic. He let your body smother his cock all around. Despite it not even being inside you yet, your body heat was raised. Even more when you decide to reach lower allowing the cock to slide against your wet core.

“F-Feels so.. nice" You winched. This time you tried to even be daring and tried to grab his length, only to get your hand thrown away. Making you annoyed.

“Did I tell you to touch me, slut?” Haechan spoke offended. A pout forms while you still wiggle around him, begging to feel something more.

Your core was dripping in wetness, something the demon was always awed to see. Humans were different from his kind, almost stupid he thinks. The biggest weakness about them was controlling their temptations, a failure that they adhered and especially you.

“This is what a good human slut need” He rasps, his hands placed on your hips, gliding his cock just above your pussy, teasingly moving back and forth as if he’s already fucking you. Instantly feeling stimulated with this way.

“Look at it angel,” He motions your head down just enough for you to see the small gap between your thighs. You watch how his cock manages to slide through it, feeling every vein as it pulses through you.

It felt so good, like hes fucking you for real. Haechan begins to increase his speed each time he thrusts forward, hitting your ass and core. You both were moaning, little groans from his mouth as he continued to fuck into you in this position.

“Fuckk—I—"

He loves seeing humans break. Be at their absolute wrecked state. No thoughts in mind, just craving pleasure. Just allowing demons to use their bodies for their gratitiftaction.

You looked so flushed, legs unstable as he holds on tight. His cock constantly brushing along your pussy folds, ravaging through. Feeling your pussy already clenching on him as he moves.

“Angel" He mutters, kissing your back with his lips causing you to jolt. “I haven’t even fucked you yet. Want demon cock that bad?” He says mockingly.

“Yes, please m-more—”

And before you can even react, his cock savagely makes it way from behind, emitting a scream from your mouth as it parts away.

“Omg..” It felt so different to normal. As each thrust comes, feeling it grow more and more inside yourself. Haechan bucks himself up, hands tugging on your arms as they stay behind, “You can take it.” He cooed.

And you could. You felt yourself relax more into it as he continued. He begins snapping his hips against you, balls smacking on to your swollen sweaty thighs at every thrust given.

His hand makes way to your breasts, cupping fully then flicking them around, “See these tits? So hard and swollen.” He then stops his hand just below your core, before he slaps harshly. “This pussy you kept touching because you felt neglected.” He smirks, knowing you all to well with the shenanigans you did earlier.

You moaned in pain, feeling the sting below before he soothes it with his palms and rubs. Feeling exposed within his hold, you knew that he was watching you before and you purposely allowed him too.

“I just—” You mumbled.

“You just love attention baby,” He chuckled, kissing your neck as he reaches towards your ears. “Human slut can’t take not having any attention, can you? Need to always get touched, fucked on don't you?”

The hand leaves and reaches your neck, tightening after every thrust. “See why I love humans, my pretty slut?” He whispered sensually in your ears, ticking you as he speaks. Hearing the demon call you that just made you feel heated below, clenching around his cock.

He brings you closer against him, hands roaming all over your swollen breasts and body, travelling towards your cunt. “Because you’d always allow us demons to take what we can from you.” He smirks.

Haechan rolls his hips before he becomes rough, knocking you out of breath, “Made to be used.” His cock was fucking you all up, physically and mindlessly. You couldn’t think straight nor stand without falling, his grip on you was solid.

Taking any pent up tension he had for you, rocking your world. Your legs tremble in his hold, your mind felt hazy as he rams harshly. “This cunt is mine” with his hands rubbing above your clit, increasing speed all of a sudden as you wither with cries.

“Hae-chan.. can’t, fuck—” You cried out, your legs are shivering out of control. His hand doesn’t stop moving around your clit, rubbing it even more just to see you look like a pretty wreck.

You try to move yourself away from him from the overstimulation only for him to grab on to your arm with force, pushing you back against him. His grip tightening on your flesh so you don’t run off him.

“Best fucking human pussy’’ He praises, causing a gush inside of you immediately. Hands spreading around your thighs to open you more, watching the way his cock hammers inside you, "Made for demon cock.”

Your core begins to pulsate at his praises, moans becoming high pitched as they mixed in with his loud growls. He knows he’s nearing his climax so he makes sure you are spread wide apart, holding onto one leg of yours before he fucks in to you further deeply.

You can almost feel the knot inside of your stomach, his cock was piercing through hitting be spot perfectly, “Gonna... cum” You barely managed to wince out. Haechan can already feel you clenching on him, in awe of your pretty pussy pulsating with his cock.

Your body begins to feel tense, shuddering all along as your eyes closed. The stimulation rid all over your body, toes curled up as it hits you in an instant. Your moans were so loud but its what kept the demon going more, watching your hole drip out cum just before he ruts it further in you.

“Human slut wants my cum, hm? Fill you up good? Your eyes looked back him mercifully before you plead. “Please, fuck, want your cum—” whining as his cock pushes further in your walls, just before his movements turn almost sloppy nearing his release. His hips moves just a little bit more before his cum spurts inside of you completely full.

He turns you over as you face him, picking you up before you squealed. Moving his cock roughly in as some of his cum spills down, with some stuffing you all up inside. His growls become softer with a final release, filling you up. You felt the familiar warmth below, just before he rewards you with a passionate kiss.

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You're already knocked out completely, sleeping rather peacefully on the bed. Jeno had cleaned you all up just before he put you to sleep. Words coming out rather slurred as you tried to communicate with him before your eyes closed.

He knew he’d have to see you the next day and explain himself. Something that scares him completely. Would you see him differently? But all he can do is sigh, feeling glad that the deal finally ended. Haechan got what he wanted and in the same way sick way, so did Jeno. But why does he feel this uneasiness in his heart yet? It didn’t feel right.

But did it really end? A voice in his head speaks quietly until it becomes louder and clearer, whether it was his imagination or a message he doesn't know. But he froze completely after hearing it come closer, “You’ve never said goodbye, Jeno...”

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[nikos-oneshots]

Can you write a oneshot (headcanons are cool to) where the reader is the older Sibling of The Collector?(like same mental age as a highschooler) like during the end of season 2 where he is freed and they are reunited and its some fluffy Sibling time? also like angst bc it's the end of the world lol [I don't know if I have to clarify but this is meant to be platonic]

The Collector & A Sibling! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Owl House Spoilers Word Count: 1.4k Pronouns: Second Person Pov, Any Notes: This was supposed to be posted last night, but my computer did a fucky wucky and now I finally have a Fic being posted at a decent time! This was completed and edited before For The Future came out, so there may be some canon divergence, sorry about that! I hope you like it!

You sit uptop your mountain, the only place you have known for many years. You had made a life for yourself there, no matter how sad it may be. You feel lonely living day by day, year by year up on that lonely mountain top, but it's something you must do. You had been cursed, but not by an enemy, but by yourself. You have to stay alive for him, your little brother. You two were created from the stars above together, you two only had each other for as long as you could remember, but now, you have nobody and nothing. You had no idea where he went, but all you know is that he was gone. You had tried to search for him every day for the first 100 years he had been missing, but you had no luck, so reluctantly, you gave up. 

You felt like life was no longer worth living without the only person you felt gave your life meaning. You couldn't go back to the stars and you couldn't go to where the witches were, so you chose the next best thing, being to live alone in solidarity. The main reason why you chose that, is so that you could wait. You had a feeling that your little sibling would come back. You don't know from where, but deep down, you thought you knew he would come back. Maybe it was denial wishful thinking, but that didn't stop you from waiting for him. You knew that nobody would be able to stop, let alone destroy that little agent of chaos.

You passed the time as delightfully as it could be, as you picked up a hobby as watching the citizens of Bonesborough. Yea, it might be a little bit creepy, but what else was there to do. You got to know many of them quite nicely over the years, but the person that interested you the most was the Emperor of the land. He had a nice grip on the people of the city, but the part that made you interested in observing him is the fact that he hasn’t died yet. The general lifespan for a supposed witch is around 80-100 years, but from what you recall, you had been observing him for around 200. You wished to mess with him, since he seemed like not the best guy, but you swore off using your powers after those 100 years of searching for your brother. But soon, something would come that would cause your waiting to end.

You sat on your mountain as you normally would, your knees pressed to your chest. There was a big event that the Emperor was holding. You didn’t know the details, but the entire city was joining which was unusual. You watched as many different kinds of airships and robed individuals flooded into the area where it was headed. You had a bad feeling about this, you had considered leaving for elsewhere, but curiosity got the better of you, so you stuck around to see what was happening. Soon enough, the Emperor you got to know so well was projected to a larger scale across the arena and began to talk to the residents of the boiling isles. You sat up in your seat, glaring at his hologram with intent and interest. He gestures over to the almost-complete eclipse as his hologram fades away. 

You look over to your camp, where you would walk around every once in a while, the place you set up to be home. You considered leaving it to get a better seat, but you had been here for so many years. You figured that you would be back after it had ended, so you teleported over to the arena. You perched behind one of the large pillars around it, occasionally peaking around it to see what the Emperor was doing. You see multiple people enter a platform as they begin standing around in a circle as they soon begin to fight. You didn’t know what they were fighting over, but you were glad that you were able to watch something, since the Emperor hadn’t made his way up onto the platform yet.

You stared at the moon and the sun, they hadn’t crossed paths, but they were just about to. You decide to take a break from the fight and pay attention to the eclipse. You watch as it slowly rises to where the sun rests inch by inch intensely, you just wanted it to happen already so that this ceremony would get interesting, but when it did, all hell broke loose. A bright yellow light shines through every person to be seen as their screams echo the arena. What was happening? Would they be okay? You noticed that you weren’t affected which was weird, but maybe you could try and stop it? You didn’t want to give away your existence, but you also didn’t want to just stand there and do nothing. You look up to the eclipse and all the energy draining from the people all the way up to it, “That must be where the power is going…” You shush to yourself. 

You look to your hands, your weak hands that handled weak magic. You couldn’t move the moon, that was too much for you. You were made with more physical strength than magical, it would be nearly impossible to match the magical ability of any one of the stars above. The only person you knew that could potentially stop this would be your brother. His magical ability would be unmatched for anybody on the isles, even more powerful than their creator, but he was gone. The Isles were doomed to be taken over by the eclipse and the spell that made it act this way. You knew the moon and the sun when you were still residing in the stars above, and you know that they wouldn’t do anything to hurt the people of any of their planets, atleast, that's what you remember. The people were dying, and you couldn’t do anything to stop it and without the people here, you would be lonely again, much like you were 400 years ago.

Everything stops as fast as the snap of a finger as the moon is forcefully moved away from the sun. You looked up to the sky to see it turned from red, back to the calm orangish-blue you have come to love. You look around dumbfoundedly for the cause of such a miracle, but none was to be seen. Was that part of the plan? You assumed not, something or someone had to have done this and you certainly didn’t think it was The Emperor, finished playing a fun little prank on the isles, he wasn’t that powerful. There was only one person who you think could have done it. Your thinking was interrupted as your attention was drawn to a loud rumbling noise from behind you. You turn back to see the Emperor's castle being taken apart piece by piece as it begins floating in the air in a spiral pattern. You see something in the middle. You see someONE in the middle. 

You stumble as you walk towards the edge of the tower as you look up at them. It's him. You start to shed tears as you recognize the person. You jump off the tower as you teleport towards one of the floating rocks above the person. You watch as they spin and turn with joy as they continue destroying the land around them,. “COLLECTOR!” You shout at them. 

They seemed to recognize your voice, as they turned around to you quickly with a giant smile coating their face. “Y/N!” They should back as they forcefully gravitate you towards them, ending in a giant embrace. 

The Collector spun you around as they laughed and you couldn’t help but laugh too. Your brother hadn’t changed a bit, and you were so happy. This was it. This is what you had been waiting years, no, centuries for. You had spent that time looking for him, and you had finally found him. You were no longer lonely anymore, you had your family back. The world may be ending for the mortals down below, but you finally had the only person you had ever known back. Even though you had been looking over the people of the boiling isles for years, and even though you could see their fear and hear their screams, you suddenly didn’t care. You didn’t care if they were suffering, you didn’t care if they're home and families were dying, as long as you had your family back, it all didn’t matter.

Finally! A fic I didn't have to import to AO3! Tysm for the request! I had a lot of fun writing it!

Lots of Love -Niko🥞

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[munsnz]

My Only One — Steve Harrington

warnings: badly written fluff ??

Summary: Youre sick and alone, in need of your one and only boyfriend. He hasn’t came home and you’re scared he’s cheating on you or doesnt love with anymore.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader

Lydineo Radio: Cherry — Harry Styles

Masterlist — Requests Open

It was the winter of 1985, Christmas time was coming soon and you were about to spend Christmas with the love of your life, Steve Harrington. Both of you ended up together after the mishap from last summer. It really was just a confession when you two were drugged in the bathroom, which made you guys go out after it. You and Steve never told anyone and kept the relationship a secret. Maybe you two want to love each other without anyone knowing, it was better like that.You two both loved each other so much, you guys were inseparable.

It was one of those nights Y/N was sick, no one came over to check on her, not even her lover. Gosh, she felt so lonely but didn’t want to call him, she thought maybe she would sound clingy. Y/N decided to give her cousin a call.

”Hello?” Dustin’s voice rang.

”Hey,” Y/N choked out, trying to keep from crying,” H-how are you?”

”Fine?” Dustin replied on the phone, “Do you need something?”

”N-no I was just wondering how y-you were doing.”

”Steve’s not here by the way,” He said.

”What?” Y/N puzzled, “W-what do you mean?”

”I know you’re looking for him.”

”N-no.”

”Yes you are,” Dustin started, “I know you love Steve and you want him to stay with you.”

”He’s m-my friend,” She hesitates, “And you k-know I like him, but I just need him.”

Dustin sighed and explained, “Look, I don’t really know where he is. But you’ve got to tell him.”

Y/N already told him, they love each other, she didn’t tell Dustin, “I already did.”

”What?!”

”I told him during the summer,” She confessed, it was getting dark as the stars shined and glistened. Making her eyes look more clear.

”What happened?”

”Well, I-I”

”I’m going to have to kick his ass if he rejected you.”

”He didn’t,” Y/N mumbled, she could already imagine Dustin’s face even though they were on the phone. “We’ve been seeing each other for about 5 months.”

”What?! Really?” Dustin exclaimed, hearing him laugh and jump, “I knew it! I knew it! You guys are made for each other! Yes!”

Y/N laughed thinking of every single memory with Steve. Their first kiss, date, and all those random moments where they treasured the most. Those small road trips to somewhere out of town, the gifts they gave each other, the slow dances in the kitchen, the random I love you’s in between conversations, the singalongs they both shared every night, their cuddles while watching a film, and sharing their own clothes were everything to her, thinking about that made her eyes water.

”Something wrong?” Dustin’s voice snapped out of her thoughts.

”Well, now that you know Steve and I are together, I need him, I’m alone here and sick,” Y/N coughed.

”Oh, I would come over but my mom says it’s late,” Dustin replied, “Maybe I could call him?”

”No!” Y/N yelped, “Don’t! He’s going to think I’m clingy or jealous! Please don’t! I don’t want him to think that and then he’ll probably drop me!”

”You’re scared huh?” Dustin made up, “You’re afraid you’re going to loose him.”

”Yeah.”

”Well you have to talk to him.”

”No. Just,” Y/N trailed off. “Don’t tell him anything.”

”Okay fine, but you have to open up to him, isn’t that all about a relationship? Trust?”

Before Dustin could say anything else, Y/N hung up on him and laid on her side. She began to quietly sob, like the type of sob where you need to hold everything in and not scream to cry. It hurt her heart, why didn’t she trust him? Wasn’t that the whole point? Tears poured over her rosy cheeks and her heart continued to ache. Y/N let out loud sobs that filled the quiet home, the cold made her feel lonely and sad.

~

Steve walked inside his home, realizing it was late, he decided to dial Y/N’s number, no response. He had to help Keith and Robin at the Family Video store for a longer time, forgetting to let Y/N, his lover know. God, he felt guilty about leaving her alone, he knew it was their 5 month anniversary, and they were going to have a nice night together.

“Shit,” Steve mumbled while he slumped on the couch, “I messed up.”

Steve turned to the phone and decided to call Dustin.

”Hey, man,” Steve began.

”Hi.”

”Look, I need your help but you’ve got to understand-“

”I know,” Dustin finished, “You and Y/N are dating. She told me.”

”What?”

”Yeah I know,” He laughed, “You two were obvious, I found you guys making out in your car before you came inside to babysit us.”

”When?” Steve panicked, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

”Last week, and I thought maybe you two wanted it private.”

”Oh okay, well I forgot to tell Y/N that I was going to be working late and she’s probably upset because it’s our 5 month anniversary,” Steve explained.

”She was asking for you,” Dustin muttered, “She didn’t want me to tell you this, but she’s been wanting to call you and know how you are. Only thing is that she doesn’t want to sound clingy and get attached. I heard her crying.”

”Oh, I feel bad,” Steve whispered.

”Go apologize or make her feel special, I don’t know.”

Steve smiled and figured something out, “You’re right, thanks.”

~

Y/N heard the phone chime in her ears, she saw that the phone was ringing. She laid there and didn’t move a muscle, she hasn’t ate anything since she lost her appetite. Her head was throbbing and her body ached, just like that time when Steve helped her get to his house before they started seeing each other. Why did everything remind her of Steve? He was probably cheating on her already, it didn’t matter anymore, maybe he never loved her. No. She snapped out of those thoughts and turned to the side of the lamp, it glowed her goddess-like face.

Suddenly she began to hear footsteps going upstairs. She didn’t lock the door, shit. She was dead already and pretended to be asleep. Then a voice cried out, the voice was familiar to her.

”Love, you have to lock the door.”

Silence. Y/N didn’t bother and faced her back towards him.

”I’m sorry, love. Please,” He pleaded walking over to her on the bed.

”Maybe you were out with someone else,” Y/N managed to speak, holding back her tears, which was unsuccessful and began to sob.

”No, I would never be,” Steve laid on the bed and scooped her from the back. “You’re the love of my life and I can’t stand the thought of loosing you.”

“I-I don’t think you love me anymore,” Y/N wailed and sniffed, dropping a used tissue off the bed.

”What? No, no don’t cry, it hurts me,” Steve begged while he teared up, “I love you more than anything please don’t say that.”

”Well, I feel like we’re drifting apart,” Y/N mumbled and still faced her back to him, “ It gets lonely here without you, I don’t have anyone else, but you. You think I’m a burden and probably don’t want me.”

“Please, just listen to me for one second,” Steve held her tighter, “I’ve always wanted you, only you, even when I dated Nancy. You’re the most beautiful woman, I’ve seen, okay? I- I don’t even have the words to express my love for you. Ever since the day I kissed you in the bathrooms, I knew it was always going to be you.”

Hearing those words come out of his mouth made Y/N’s heart wrench into a spiral of emotions. Making her heat up more than she was with the high fever she had, Y/N turned to face Steve. “Stay with me.”

”You know I will,” He rubbed the tear off her cheek, “It’s not clingy to ask how someone’s feeling, I actually love that. Either way I wouldn’t dump someone because they were attached, you know I love you.”

Steve gently placed Y/N on his chest and kissed her forehead. “You’re burning up.”

Y/N groaned and looked to meet her eyes with his, “Can I kiss you?”

”Why do you ask?”

“....”

”Of course you can, you don’t need to ask,” Steve crept his lips onto hers, gosh, it still feels like that same day they kissed. The sparks flew everywhere, the kiss was gentle, but firm, the warmth on Y/N was heavenly and destroying to her since she was feverish. He pulled away, “I need you to stay here okay? I’ll get you something to make you feel better.”

”No, you don’t need to, I just need you here. I’ve missed you and you’re already the medicine I need,” Y/N hugged him tighter, not wanting to let go.

”I want to take care of you. I love you.”

”Fine,” She huffed bringing a smile on her face and he began sit on the bed. Steve was a sweetheart, he got her a small ice pack, painkillers like the first time he brought her to his house when she was drugged at a party, and her favorite sweets.

Both of them were now laying on the couch, holding each other, Y/N’s head placed on Steve’s chest. They fit like a perfect puzzle, watching a movie together. Y/N felt loads better being with her loved one, and it had been the best anniversary for her.

”Can I tell you a secret?” Y/N peeped, covering her face with the blanket.

”What is it, precious?” Steve pecked her lips and smiled.

Y/N giggled making Steve’s cheeks grew pink and she dug her nose into his neck, his strong yet smooth scent filled her nose, “I love you, more than anything.”

”I think I already knew that secret,” Steve cuddled and held Y/N with a firm grip, but held her like a porcelain doll in his arms. Y/N regretted saying that Steve didn’t love her, he actually loved her more than his heart could ever imagine. Both of them dozed off to sleep in each other’s arms in a hope for sweet dream longing in them With their one and only

#Steve Harrington #oneshot #stranger things #x reader #steve Harrington x reader #stranger things oneshot #Steve Harrington oneshot #Fluff #Stranger things fluff #mileven #byler #billy hargrove #lumax #dustin Henderson #stranger things writing #eleven #mike wheeler #this is a oneshot I made bc I felt lonely so get over it #Shitty writing #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #joe keery #fandom oneshots

[k3rm1e]

hello!! i hope its not much of a bother but could you write tommy x reader whos lovelanguage is quality time? ( platonic ofc ) also i hope you are having a good day :D

spend time with you

hello!! i hope its not much of a bother but could you write tommy x reader whos lovelanguage is quality time? ( platonic ofc ) also i hope you are having a good day :D

hi!! of course it’s not a bother, i’d be happy to write this :) since you didn’t put whether you wanted headcanons or a oneshot, i just went with a oneshot, if you want headcanons instead i’m perfectly fine with writing some <3

cw: cursing 

spend time with you:

  so, you were bored. and lonely. it wasn’t a big deal. you mean, it shouldn't be one. everyone gets lonely and bored, and sometimes the easiest solution is sitting in angst. so as much as try to wallow in solitude, the brain screams for a solution to the isolation. so there’s discord calls and tommyinnit.

  crawling off the hardwood floor, you walked over to your pc setup. you should stream. instead, you logged onto a random parkour server and called tommy. after a few seconds, he answered. “hey tom.”.

  “hello, bitch. what’s up?” tommy replied in a fake angry tone, before reverting back to his usual joking sound. even through his light and airy voice, you could hear the hidden concern. he worried too much, in your opinion. maybe, your brain reasoned back, there was a good reason for his worry.

  “nothing really. just bored, haven’t been out in a while. i’ve been doing in-person learning for a bit. haven’t had much time to talk to you all.” you had a calm facade, a facade that was thin enough for tommy to catch the lonely undertones in your words. you hadn’t been talking to people much, with school and testing. and it’s not like you had any friends from your school, that dream was whipped into the trashcan and then set on fire the moment you began to play video games on the internet for anyone to see. sure, some kids found it cool, but would they actually approach the silent kid to talk to them? no, of course not.

  “oh man, that sucks. have you been out much at all?” when you told him you hadn’t, you heard a thoughtful humming sound through the headphones. “well, you’re free this weekend, right? it’s only like a two hour drive from your place to mine.” the way he approached the idea of meeting up so casually, it was astounding to you. sure, you had gotten the vaccine so there were no covid issues, but meeting with someone you had been friends with online for a while now was a big deal. or maybe it wasn’t and your head had just taken it all in weird.

  “tommy, that is a big deal, you realize that right? for me to just go to your place, that needs planning.” you tried to play it off like he never excited you, like you were as casual about this.

  “oh, come on. planning isn’t that big a deal, besides, i wanna spend time with you!” his voice had risen, and you were once again astounded by the kid you were on call with.

  “yes, tom, i want to spend time with you, but i- i dunno, this is all sudden. i wouldn’t want to impose on you, or, or your family at all.”.

  “seriously, you think you’re gonna be imposing? my mother likes you more than she likes me, the only people you’d be imposing on are betty and walter. and as an act of forgiveness, you can take them on walks.” he had a confident voice, and you laughed.

  “ok, ok, tom. i’ll see, ask the parents.” he muttered a “good”, and the conversation topic had switched to what you would do if you did visit him.

  when you asked your parents about it, there was some confusion but with much pleading and phone calls back and forth between the adults, the ultimate decision had finally been reached. you were able to visit him for the weekend. after a long car ride and reassurances you would behave, you were let out of the car and into his house.

  “tommy! hi.” you ran up to him and greeted him with a hug, trying to grasp the absurd concept that you had finally met your best friend.

  he pulled out of the hug and stared at you, “so, what do you wanna do?”.

  you guys ended up visiting the nearby stores and parks, filming it for the tommy vlogs channel. you ran around, finally feeling better. okay, so maybe loneliness wasn’t a constant and unending toture. if feeling like shit was the only way to feel this way again, you would feel like shit for every weekday.

  “...” you were laying in the grass at the dog park, tired after taking the dogs for a walk and running around with them playing frisbee. tommy flopped next to you, betty laying down with him as walter continued to run around. he moved his hand to pet the dog. “... hey, tom?” you turned toward him as he made a hum of silent acknowledgement.

  “... thank you. seriously. i really needed this, just to get out and spend time with you.” you wished you could put on a natural and laid-back tone, instead of making it so obvious how you felt, baring your soul to the empty air. you were happy, but this conversation felt like you were being torn into.

  “why the hell are you thanking me? we’re friends, why wouldn’t i wanna spend time with you? don’t do stupid, there’s nothing to thank me for.” he turned his head to look at you and his face scrunched up. “stop looking so emotional n’ shit. it’s weirding me out.”

  your nose scrunched up as you laughed at him, smiling again. “ok tom, ok. i promise not to thank you for anything ever, ever again.”

  you heard him start a rebuttal, “well there’s nothing wrong with thanking me for other things, as i am very amazing and above others …”

i hope you liked this! it was a bit more angsty than i planned for but still a healthy amount. bit shorter bc tired though, sorry! anyways, have a lovely day!

#mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader

[ackerslut]

Star Trek Lower Decks Fic Recs

(most of these are by the same rotating five writers bc our fandom is That Small. Still, all of these are absolute gems and worth your time. Please DM me if I forgot to put a fic on here of y'alls or if a link doesn't work <3)

you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid by InsideMyBrain

shipwide crises are a lot more enjoyable when you have someone to make fun of. unless you’re the person being made fun of.

Everything Is Fine by UncreativeIndividual

After several months serving together, Tendi begins to realize that she feels for Mariner as more than just a friend. This is not ideal for her.

The Mariner Protocol by bauchle

AKA: Beckett Mariner's Guide to Scoring With Hot Space Babes

When she learns that Rutherford is crushing hard on Tendi, Mariner selflessly takes it upon herself to coach him in the fine arts of court ship. She even drafts Boimler to help her out, though for some reason he's less than enthusiastic about the whole project.

Cue movie nights, flirting "workshops", and 400-year-old mixtapes - not to mention melees, arguments, and maybe a minor shipwide crisis. This is definitely going to end well.

im standing guard (im falling apart) by @lastoneout

“Dude Barb is way out of anyone’s league, trust me. She’s so perfect it’s freaky.” Beckett continues, “I don’t know if you noticed but it did nearly drive me insane.”

Brad falls silent for a moment, giving her a weird look that she wilts under.

“Is that why you haven’t been sleeping?”

It's Going Great, Why Do You Ask? by UncreativeIndividual

The sequel to Everything Is Fine.

Mariner and Tendi have been dating in secret for a few months. It's going well, though the former does wish to keep the relationship a secret despite the latter's wishes.

Then, Mariner's mom, Carol Freeman, starts to suspect something is up with her daughter. T'Ana gets stuck in the middle as the only one aware of the relationship, and Boimler & Rutherford are just confused as to what's happening. You can probably s ee where this is going.

are you lonely looking for yourself out there? by @lastoneout

He knew listening to her message would only make him feel worse, but he reached over and pushed the play button, waiting for Mariner’s angry voice to fill the room, reminding him of what a jerk he was.

“Boimler?” Instead of angry, her voice was quiet and groggy, like she’d just woken up, and Brad froze, quickly realizing two things. He must have hit the call button on accident, and he was totally, completely fucked.

- or -

After having a shitty day on the hell ship that is the Titan, Boimler gets drunk and accidentally calls Mariner.

i loved you then and i love you now by @punk-rock-yuppie

Seven years after the end of their friendship, Beckett and Brad meet again.

Enjoy, Endure, Survive (a surprise) by @punk-rock-yuppie

Five times Boimler surprises Mariner with something, and one time she beats him to the punch.

Letting the Days Go By by @punk-rock-yuppie

It’s been three years since Bradward Boimler left his three closest friends on the Cerritos to take an ill-fated stint on the Titan.

It’s been two years since he came back from the Titan with his head hung and his metaphorical tail between his legs.

It’s been a year and a half since Mariner cornered him and told him, drunk and hushed, that she missed him so much it felt like a missing limb.

No Time Like The Present by @lastoneout

If there’s one thing Beckett has learned about Brad Boimler in all the years they’ve been friends, it’s that he has an intense—and frankly worrying—flair for the dramatic. So she isn’t exactly shocked when he decides to confess that he loves her in the middle of a fucking red alert, but that doesn’t mean she’s happy about it.

Love Your Fate (which is in fact your life) by @punk-rock-yuppie

Five out-of-this-world shenanigans that try to get Beckett and Mariner to confront their feelings for each other, and one time these two idiots finally do something about it.

a collapsing star with tunnel vision (but only for you) by @punk-rock-yuppie

The night before Brad transfers to the Titan, he and Beckett have a one night stand.

Of course, everything gets a lot more complicated after that.

Terminal Infatuations by ProdigySorcerer

A collection for my Rutherford/Tendi fics, will have multiple stories, AU, etc.

Future Nostalgia by sprucetree

Various oneshots about Mariner and Boimler.

Chapter 1: Fletcher spills a secret about Boimler. Chapter 2: A Titan mission gone wrong leaves Mariner worried. Chapter 3: Mariner and Boimler prepare for their wedding with all of their friends and family in attendance. What could go wrong?

Who Says You Can't Go Home? by @punk-rock-yuppie

Brad knows how his reunion with Mariner will go: not well.

Spoiler alert: Brad is wrong.

Delicate by sprucetree

Various oneshots about Tendi and Rutherford.

Chapter 1: Tendi and Rutherford both work well as friends, sure. But are either of them ready to make the jump to being a couple? Chapter 2: After the accident, Rutherford wakes up.

Maybe, Perhaps, Almost by @punk-rock-yuppie

It's a tragedy, the way our story goes: maybe, perhaps, almost.

Mindless in a Worthwhile Way by @punk-rock-yuppie

Beckett and Brad's first date on Earth goes a little awry.

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I'm also here to shamelessly promo my own fics.

#star trek lower decks #stld rec list #star trek lower decks fanfiction #star trek lower decks fanfic #stld fanfiction #stld fanfic #marinler #tendiford #tendiler #beckett mariner #brad boimler #d'vana tendi #sam rutherford

[begluketostay]

don’t wanna fall in love (c.h.)

summary: you don’t want to give him your heart but he already has it

author’s note: haven’t read the entire thing yet through and edited, so there may be some mistakes. just wanted to get this out there because i’m tired of staring at it :) also, ironically, i listened to the song wicked game by chris isaak on repeat while writing this but couldn’t name it that bc i named my last oneshot after wicked game by the weeknd oops

word count: 4038

You remember the night you met Cal.

He was all smiles and chubby cheeks and drunken happy dancing as you all celebrated the birthday of a friend.

You were used to meeting famous people - living in Los Angeles had made the glamour and shininess of celebrities wear off, and while you were starstruck your first couple years there, you were used to it now. Having friends in the music business gave you the in to meet so many people, and you often found they were just like everybody else, only they had a lot more money and the freedom to do whatever the fuck they wanted.

So having a half-drunken hookup with Calum wasn’t anything significant at the time. It was just like hooking up with anyone else.

Except that he actually called you like he said he would afterwards.

And then he started inviting you to more parties and kickbacks and hangouts.

And then you actually started getting kind of… attached.

It was foolish of you. While celebrities were like everyone else to you, they were different in one way: they were undateable. You’d sworn off ever getting into a relationship with a celebrity, especially any musicians, because you knew the paparazzi and the traveling and the pressure and the fans would be too much. It just wasn’t the lifestyle you wanted to commit yourself to forever.

That’s why you can’t stop feeling a twist in your stomach as Calum gets closer and closer to you, arms nearly touching as you’re all bunched up in the corner talking at another one of Ashton’s house parties. Luke says something dumb and everyone is laughing, but your head is somewhere else, fixating on the heat of Calum’s skin barely brushing yours and hoping that no one here can read minds or else you’re screwed.

Calum presses his elbow into your side, looking at you with his brows furrowed. “You good?” he mouths over the music, concern on his face. You’re normally pretty talkative, but you haven’t said a thing during this conversation.

You nod, taking a sip out of the beer in your hand and trying your hardest to focus on the discussion at hand as Luke and Sierra argue over who got the most drunk at Ashton’s last party.

“I’ll be right back,” you say before you sneak away to the kitchen, finishing off your beer and throwing it in the trash and opening the fridge to get a new one. You take a deep breath and try to collect yourself.

You know Calum is off limits to you, that it will only end in heartbreak for the both of you, and that you can’t let that happen. But it’s so hard to focus when he’s around you, and it’s almost like you’re starting to forget what would be so bad about getting your heart broken by him. You’d have the pleasure of having him for at least a little while.

A deep breath and another sip of beer has you feeling composed enough to go back and rejoin the circle of your friends, but they’ve dispersed now and you’re left trying to track down someone you know in the packed house.

A pair of arms wraps around you from behind, lifting you up in the air and swinging you around. Your squeals stop as soon as they put you down, and you already know that when you turn around you’re going to find a head of bleached blonde hair and full lips turned up in laughter.

“Cal!” you swat him, rolling your eyes. “You could’ve made me spill my beer,” you pout.

“Ah, but I didn’t,” he points out with a smirk on his face. “I’m talented at what I do.”

You smile unamused, shaking your head at him.

“You alright though? You looked a little out of it earlier,” he mentions.

“Yeah, just a bit tired. Long day at work,” you shrug, “but I didn’t wanna miss the party.”

He studies you, seeing the tired lines under your eyes and wishing that he could make them disappear. He knows how hard you work and how important your job is and thinks that it’s so badass that you do what you do. He thinks it’s badass that even though you have such a hard job, you can still outdrink the rest of them and light up the room when you walk in.

“Wouldn’t be a party without you,” he nods. “That’s why I noticed ya when we first met. You were the life of the party.”

You can see the truth in his eyes as he speaks and it makes you want to melt into him. He makes it so hard to resist him.

“Oh, shut up,” you groan, bumping your shoulder against his playfully.

After a while, people are starting to leave, slowly trickling out until it’s only those who are close friends left in the living room, sitting on the couches and so deep in conversation that they don’t even notice the room emptying out.

“I’m not ready to go home,” Calum sighs, looking around. “I get a little lonely after drinking so much wine. Not totally sure I should be going home and sitting in the dark,” he admits, eyes flickering to yours to try and gauge your reaction.

You kick the ground with the toe of your shoes, trying to decide if you should offer him to join you tonight, not sure if it would be a good idea. But when you look up and see those chocolate eyes, genuine hesitation and loneliness in them, you don’t care if it’s a bad idea anymore. You want to protect him from all things sad.

“You could come to mine for a bit?” you suggest, biting your lip. “We can watch a movie or something maybe,”  you shrug. His eyes light up with warmth at the offer. He nods.

“Alright.”

--------------------

You pop open a bottle of red wine as you and Calum settle on the couch, pouring each of you a glass to sip on as he searches for something to put on the tv. His arms flex just slightly each time he clicks on the remote and you can’t peel your eyes off of him. You look up and realize he’s turned towards you, asking your opinion on a show, and you know he’s caught you staring by the way the end of his sentence just kind of fades out. His eyes are latched onto you now.

The air feels like it’s thickening around you and you can’t bring yourself to tear your eyes away from him. It was much easier when the two of you weren’t alone in the silence of your empty apartment.

“You’re something else tonight,” Calum bites his bottom lip and shakes his head. “God, you know exactly what you do to me.”

“What do I do to you?” you ask.

“Make it feel like all the air is sucked out of the room,” he admits. “Like I can’t breathe.”

You adjust yourself in your seat, looking down at the floor. You know where this is going to go, and you’re not sure you can handle it if it does.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he affirms. “Ever since I met you. God, you don’t even realize how you are,” he laughs. “You light up the room when you walk in. Can’t ever keep my eyes off you.”

He’s spent weeks thinking about your drunken hookup, wishing he had been softer and sweeter and savored your lips on his body. Wishing he’d gotten you out of the dress you’d been wearing and been able to see you and feel you all the way. There were so many things he’d have done differently now.

“You don’t care that I’m famous or that I have money or any of that shit. You still call my ass out and put me in my place and drive me crazy,” he chuckles. “I’ve been trying to make moves for weeks now and you keep pulling away from me and acting like we’re just friends, but I... I can’t be just friends with you.”

You bite your lip, not sure how to answer him. You know that what you want, more than anything in this moment, is him.

But it’s not that simple.

Your last heartbreak was so hard to get over. It took months and months of tears and distractions and drunken nights out at bars and fake smiles to get you to a point where you could even live your life normally again. And you already liked Calum more than it was healthy, way more than you’d ever liked any boy this early on.

You knew if you gave in, if you let him in, that he would have the total power to absolutely wreck you. He’d be able to crumple your heart in his fist and throw it away. It was terrifying.

And you knew how much he’d be on the road, especially having just released an album. As soon as he’d get back home, he’d have to be busy in the studio. Every time the two of you would go out, there would be pictures and camera flashes and crazy fans. You’d have to put your social media on private and remember how to calculate time zone differences and become best friends with facetime and heartache.

The soft, hesitant touch of Calum’s hands against your face bring you back to the present. The calluses on his palm are rough against your cheek and you fight off a shiver as your eyes go to his. There’s a softness in them, and you’ve never seen Calum look so… afraid.

“I really like you,” he murmurs. “I know it’s scary.”

You nod in agreement. It is scary.

He hasn’t dated anyone in a long time. It wasn’t because he hadn’t wanted to or he didn’t have the opportunity - there were plenty of decent girls that he’d crushed on over the years. But he didn’t want to put them through the pain of dating him. He knew that there were a lot of unfair things that came with a relationship with him. He felt guilty and ashamed asking someone to deal with all the baggage of loving someone always on the road.

You nod.

“I know it’s not fair of me to ask you for anything. I know I’ll be gone a lot and it’s not ideal. But I really like you.”

You sigh, closing your eyes as his fingers trace patterns on the skin behind your ears comfortingly. He’s so soft and safe and cozy, even when his shirt smells like beer and his heart is racing.

“I don’t wanna fall in love,” you whisper. Your eyes are still closed at your confession, and you feel so small and vulnerable. “I know you’ll be able to break my heart and I know I won’t recover if you do.”

He shifts and pulls you closer to him until your face is in his neck and your knees are curled up in his lap. No words are exchanged as the two of you sit in the quietness of your living room, breathing in each other’s air.

“I won’t break your heart,” he murmurs against the top of your head. His hand is moving up and down your back slowly, heating your entire body with every movement. “Wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I did.”

“No one ever means to break someone’s heart,” you say.

“I know,” he kisses the top of your head.

And then he kisses the top of your ear, and your cheek, and his hand lightly grips your chin and tilts you up to face him before he kisses you right on the lips.

He’s soft and sweet and the opposite of everything he was the last time he kissed you. There’s no rush now, and you’re both filled with red wine instead of vodka, soft and sleepy as your lips meet over and over again.

He pulls you into his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist as he lets his fingers trail up and tangle themselves in your hair. You let yourself relax into him, his tongue parting the seam of your lips and you open your mouth to him, letting him explore you. Instead of rough tongues battling for dominance like last time, it’s a timid exploration. He wants to memorize what every part of you feels like.

One of his hands lowers until it slides down into the back pocket of your jeans, cupping the curve of your backside and holding on tightly. You arch your back against him, and he moves his mouth from your lips to your neck, pulling you close until your chest is pressed flush against him and his teeth nip at your throat.

Ever so slowly, he plants kisses all the way down your throat, soft and light against your skin, until he reaches your collarbone, leaving little marks against you as he goes.

“Please,” he whispers against your skin, and you can feel every movement of his lips brush against your chest. “Tell me you want me.”

“Cal -” you start.

“No,” he whispers, cutting you off. “Don’t think about anything else. Think about right now. Do you want me?”

You grasp at the short hair on his head, pulling on it to raise his head to look at you. You nod, and that’s the only answer he needs. He reaches behind you and grabs the bottom of your top, pulling it over your head swiftly before he reattaches his mouth to your chest, suckling the skin exposed by the top of your bra as you hold him close. Warm fingers dig into the skin of your back, feeling around for the clasp of your bra and unhooking it. Slowly, gingerly, he slides the straps down your arms and drags the fabric off of you.

There’s a breeze across your chest and you feel even more exposed and vulnerable, but it feels right to open yourself up to him like this. He lips close around a nipple, tongue swirling it over and you throw your head back, mouth open as you hold back soft whimpers.

His hands are moving all over you, desperate to feel every inch of you before you change your mind. You reach down and yank his shirt off to you and press your bodies together to feel the warmth of the skin to skin contact, lips meeting once again as he reaches down to unbutton your jeans. Legs still wrapped around his waist, he stands and rushes to your bedroom, barely able to get the door open in his frenzy.

You’re laid down on the bed and he’s hovering over you, unzipping you and pulling the jeans carefully down, pressing soft kisses on the skin of your legs as it becomes exposed. Once the fabric is finally off, he makes his way back up, stopping to press his lips softly over the center of your underwear, just barely enough pressure for you to feel it, but it’s enough to send goosebumps across your body.

Lips meet again in a tangled frenzy, soft and slippery and yearning for each other, and you don’t even take the time to breathe between kisses anymore. It’s getting frantic and desperate and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep your hands off of him. Your nails scratch down his back as his mouth engulfs you and his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you as close as he can possibly get you.

“You want me?” he asks again, breathless and lust-filled. You nod again, but that’s not enough for him this time. “Say it,” he commands. “Say you want me.”

“I want you,” you breathe.

“How badly?” he continues.

Truthfully, you want him so badly it feels like you could burst. So you grab the back of his neck and try to pull him back to you, hips lifting upwards desperate for contact. He pulls away, unsatisfied.

“How badly?” he repeats, pushing your hips down against the mattress.

“So bad, Cal,” you sigh. “Please - just c’mere,” you practically beg, still trying to pull his face back to yours.

Content with that answer, he kisses you again, but his hand is snaking down and teasing you over your underwear with light, delicate touches. You moan out, and his pants get a little tighter just from hearing you.

His fingers dance over the skin of your inner thighs, leaving ghosts of traces where you want him most until you’re almost writhing beneath him.

“Please,” you whimper again, and it spurs him on enough to finally add some pressure, pushing down and rubbing on the little bundle of nerves right below the only fabric you’re wearing.

He yanks your underwear off impatiently now and lets his fingers explore the most secret part of you, feeling the wetness on your outer lips before spreading them and collecting more of the juice on his fingers. You’re moaning and he’s moaning and you’re both lost in the exploration of your body.

He reaches a hand up slowly and sucks on his fingers, tasting you for the first time. You watch as his lips pucker around his fingers and he takes them out, holding them up to your lips right after for you to do the same thing. It’s strangely arousing, tasting yourself and his mouth at the same time, and it feels so intimate.

When he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, he presses his forehead against yours and kisses the tip of your nose so lightly. “So pretty,” he murmurs, and the moment is so soft and tender and it feels like time has frozen and then suddenly his fingers are back against you and moving in fast circles until you’re left unable to breathe.

“Oh my god,” you gasp when he slowly plunges his fingers into you, moving around and stretching you out. He’s slow and steady, curling his fingers and testing different methods until you grab onto his arm, nails digging into the skin, and moan loudly, mouth thrown open and back arched, and he knows he’s found the right spot.

His arms are flexing deliciously, muscles and veins popping out, as he continually hits that spot inside you with his fingers, watching eagerly as you become more and more unhinged and desperate beneath him.

You’re still holding back, and he can tell. “C’mon,” he mumbles against you. “It’s okay, I’m right here. Let go,” he encourages you, and it’s what you need, because you’re becoming undone and gasping and groaning and writhing and he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his life than this.

“Good girl,” he kisses your forehead and you slump against the mattress, skin growing sticky with sweat.

“Cal,” you whisper, reaching for him until he brings his lips back to yours. You wrap your arms around him and feel his skin beneath the palms of your hands, craving his touch. His pants are still on, but you’re determined to change that as you reach to undo them, attempting to pull them off his hips, but he stands up and gets them off himself. Much faster that way.

He’s rock hard from the show you’ve put on and desperate to get inside you. He pushes away your hands and positions himself right above you, lining himself up.

“I wanna do it right this time,” he says seriously, looking you in the eyes and swallowing. “Wanna go slow. ‘S that okay?”

You close your eyes, so ridiculously turned on by the fact that he wants to go slowly and carefully with you, heart fluttering at the effect this boy has on you. You nod and moan as you feel him against you, coating himself in your juices before slowly pushing in. You feel every inch of him as he lets his hips move forward, both of your mouths hanging open as you take it in.

“Feel so fucking good,” he groans lowly, stopping once his entire length is inside you and breathing. You’ve never felt this full before. He pauses there for a moment to allow you to adjust to all the stretching before he starts to move, pulling his hips back before rolling them forward again.

He reaches for your hands and pins them above your head, fingers intertwined as he continues his movements, rocking in and out of you at a steady rhythm.

This is the opposite of the last time he had been inside you. Before it was frantic and drunk and sloppy, but this time it was calm, careful.

You feel so safe with him, engulfed in his body as he shows you how much he wants you in the best way he knows how. Your foreheads press together and your arms wrap around his back, pulling his chest up against yours as you both lose yourselves in each other, panting and crying out as you reach your highs.

He rolls off of you, pulling you to the side to curl up next to him, not wanting to break the contact between you even though you’re both covered in sweat. When you look at him, you agree that it does feel like all of the air is sucked out of the room, just like he said.

You know it’s too late to keep your heart out of it now. It’s already too late. You know that you’ll break your own heart if you try to stop what’s already started now, so you have no choice to give in.

“Don’t break me,” you whisper against him.

“Never,” he smiles softly, kissing the top of your head and closing his eyes, happy with you in his arms.

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You smile at your phone as Calum’s face pops on the screen, your nightly FaceTime waiting.

It’s been hard with him on tour, especially with your relationship being so new, but it’s been okay so far. You miss him at night, having gotten used to him staying over each night for the few weeks before he left, and he misses waking up next to you in the morning instead of in a new hotel bed, cold and alone.

The FaceTimes were holding both of you over for now until he flew you out for one of the shows in the next few weeks.

“Hey,” Calum’s bright smile filled your screen, camera way too close to his face. “There’s my girl,” he smiles softly, proud to be able to call you that.

“Of course,” you respond, pushing the hair out of your face as you look into the camera and examine yourself. Your eyes look happier. You can tell. “What are you up to?”

He raises the camera and shows the room he’s sitting in, plopped on a couch by himself as the boys are messing around in the background. “Just got to the venue for tonight, we’re just setting some things up,” he says. You can see Luke and Michael play fighting behind Calum and laugh.

“Seems like you guys are having fun,” you chuckle as Michael falls to the ground overdramatically.

Calum nods as he looks over at his friend, but gets up off the couch and moves out of the room, walking to what looks like an empty concrete hallway. “Yeah, it’s fun,” he says, “but I miss ya. Wish you were here to make it more fun.”

“Just a couple more weeks,” you sigh.

“Thanks for putting up with me traveling and the phone calls at weird hours and the sporadic texts,” he mumbles, still feeling guilty.

“Hey,” you coo. “Don’t apologize. It’s worth it.”

You know in your heart that it is worth it, that he’s worth it and your relationship is worth it. You’ve fully accepted that he has your heart and all the power to break it, but you trust that he won’t.

And Calum knows as he looks at the sparkle in your eye and feels his heart pang in his chest that he won’t ever break your heart.

He knows that if he breaks your heart, his would break as well. So for now, you’d just have to trust each other and finally let yourselves fall in love.

#calum hood #calum fic #calum oneshot #calum fanfic #5sos #5sos fic #5sos fanfic #writings #writing #oneshot #smut #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #luke #ashton #michael #calum smut #calum imagine #calum blurb #blurb #imagine #5sos blurb #5sos imagine

[trifoliate-undergrowth]

This year I lost my dear husband, James (QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD)

Putting this on Tumblr too bc it’s a oneshot (~3,000 word?), and I know Tumblr eats links, but if you want it on AO3 the link to my account there is in my blog header. 

It was a perfect day for the Lonely, damp and cold and foggy, and he knew Peter would be doing something interesting now that he was back on land, but he hadn’t thought it would be this.

Elias had expected to find him lurking outside the Institute, looking searchingly at everyone who left until he got some sign of recognition (okay, maybe Elias had fantasized about that a bit, and about coolly ignoring him for a few days before pretending to meet him for the first time, pointedly asking if he was lost). Or, if he felt like doing something sensible, maybe trying to identify the new Head of the Magnus Institute, not that Elias thought his nonexistent research skills and horror of human interaction would get him far there. More likely he’d pretend nothing had changed and simply go about his usual lonely business, waiting for Elias to contact him, too proud in his carefully cultivated self-sufficiency to seek him out at all.

But none of this had happened. Instead, he had scared the new tenant at James Wright’s flat half to death by appearing suddenly in her living room (she was convinced he was a ghost and had come to the Institute to give a statement, hilariously enough), and then, after a few hours of frenzied attempts at figuring out where his husband had gone, he’d finally found his obituary in a newspaper and disappeared into the Lonely to… sulk, or whatever it was he did in there. It took too much effort for Elias to watch him in there, and besides, it was impossible to do without making his presence felt, and he wanted to maintain the element of surprise, so he left him alone.

The next time he was able to find him, Peter was sitting on the still-bare mud of James Wright’s grave with a bottle of whisky, the mists clinging to him like the hands of ghosts.

Huh. Well, that was new.

Pothead filing clerk Elias Bouchard did not have good clothes, and the new Elias was still working on replacing his entire wardrobe with things more suitable for a Head of the Institute, but he could manage. He had his suit, and he’d kept one of James Wright’s long black coats. He flung it over his shoulders at the entrance to the graveyard.

He couldn’t see Peter from here, at least not with his human eyes, and that was all he was using.The fog thickened around Peter. But he Knew where he was, so he started walking. The grass squelched under his shoes when he stepped off the path, and he grimaced, placing his feet carefully to avoid slipping, trying not to get any mud on his shoes.

Slowly, as he walked deeper into the mist, a human figure appeared, slumped against one of the headstones.

He Knew that if he hadn’t had preternatural sight he wouldn’t have been able to find him at all, so it wasn’t surprising that Peter, who would usually hunch himself a bit deeper into the mist and will himself to be unnoticeable, looked up, confused by the intrusion.

Elias made a conscious effort not to Look at him, but only to meet his eyes and give a brief nod. Not a trace of Beholding. Just a man wandering the graveyard, intrigued at finding a drunken sailor sprawled across a fresh grave.

He couldn’t stop himself from staring a bit at the place where Peter’s legs slumped against the wet earth, mud soaking into his trousers. Why would he sit there. Sitting on the wet grass would have been bad enough, but right in the mud, really? And since when did Peter own a black dress shirt? Was he… he was. He was wearing all black. He was wearing all black, crying on James Wright’s grave. He was crying. He’d been almost certain he’d Seen it wrong before. After all, it was a wet day, he’d assumed it was rain. Peter would never let himself enter the real world in such a state. But here he was…?

Peter scrubbed his cheek with a muddy hand and screwed the cap off his bottle, clearing his throat with a distinctly dismissive sound. Elias, disregarding his implicit plea for solitude, walked closer.

“Friend of yours?”

Peter glanced at him briefly, coldly, before tipping the bottle back. Probably cursing himself for not noticing when someone broke through his shroud of mist, for not isolating himself better. But that was just a guess. Elias couldn’t look into his mind; the mist made it a gamble at the best of times and anyways Peter knew what it felt like. He couldn’t give himself away yet. The mystery was so exciting.

“I knew him,” Elias commented, looking at the fresh new headstone, granite shining under a pale coat of water. Peter was leaning against it, obscuring most of the inscription, but he knew what it said.

“Lots of people did,” Peter grunted. “Think I’m the only one who didn’t hear about it when he died.”

Ahaha! Was Peter Lukas lamenting his lack of connection to the rest of humanity? That thing he so carefully cultivated and was so very very proud of. That thing? Hilarious. Or, maybe he was just malingering to feed the Lonely. That was probably it.

“No?” Elias prodded. Peter sighed.

“I was away. No one took the trouble to contact me.”

Had he assumed that one of the more socially-integrated Lukases would have gotten in contact with him if something important happened? Funny. He was pretty sure the Lukases expected Peter to give them updates on Elias, if anything.

“That must have been hard. When did you find out?”

“Yesterday. What do you want?”

Elias considered introducing himself as Head of the Institute. Seeing his reaction would be lovely, but he wanted to drag it out a bit more, see if Peter could figure it out himself. If not, he could mock him later for not being able to put the pieces together.

“Some privacy,” said Elias, leaning one arm against the headstone, “but it seems you had the same idea as I. How did you know him?”

Peter considered this for a moment. “Work,” he said.

Hah. That was amusing. Did he really see it like that? It had been a long time since they had dropped that pretense. Not that the Institute didn’t still rely heavily on the contributions of the Lukas family, but their last several marriages had been private, more for personal reasons than for, as he so eloquently put it, work. Even when they were estranged, he and Peter stayed on decent terms, and after so many years he trusted Peter not to cause problems for him with his family; especially as he continued to offer them any useful information (and any lonely statement-givers) that came his way. The Institute and the Lukas family were allies. That didn’t mean that the two of them had to be married, yet they kept doing it anyway. It was stupid but Elias had long ago resigned himself to it. They both had a weak spot for the other, and like good allies they’d silently agreed never to talk about it. But here Peter was lying in the mud and grieving.

“Interesting, so did I,” said Elias. “Best place to meet him, I believe. The man hardly left the Institute.”

Peter chuckled softly. “Sounds about right.”

Elias thought about interrogating Peter about where he worked and how he’d supposedly met James, but decided not to. If he made him too uncomfortable Peter might just disappear before he could reveal himself, and that would be a shame. And he hadn’t come here to catch him in a lie, he’d come to ask him about James Wright.

“Did you know him well?” asked Elias.

Peter stared into the mist.

“Pretty well, yeah.”

“I think I did too,” said Elias, tracing the headstone’s inscription with his fingertips. “We… yes. We were close.”

He’d hoped to get some reaction with that. Peter considered for a few moments, then silently offered him the bottle. Elias, who’d tried Peter’s whisky before, knew better.

“Thank you, no.”

Peter took the drink himself, and Elias was… concerned about the amount of liquor he was consuming.

“Not planning on joining him, are you?”

Peter just grunted. “…You liked him, huh?”

Elias laughed softly. “Anyone would,” he said sappily, and was pleased to see him carefully not react. He was getting the message, and oh, how he wished he could see how he was reacting to it under that mask. Surely he wouldn’t keep the stoic act too long, he was already daytime drinking on a fresh grave, there wasn’t much lower he could fall. Elias let his voice drop. “I… loved him.”

“Mm,” commented Peter. He placed one hand on the mud beside him, gently pressing into the earth, and kept it there. “I wasn’t around much,” he said quietly.

Well what on earth was he supposed to make of that? He was trying to make Peter jealous and he had very rarely failed at something so completely.

“Do you know, was he alone when he died?” asked Peter.

“Yes.”

“Pity. He was terrified of death.”

“Isn’t everyone?” asked Elias, perhaps a little sharply.

Peter shrugged. “It scares me enough, I suppose, but it doesn’t bother me the way it did him… it seems restful. Resigning yourself to the way of things. I’m not rushing to meet it, of course, but there’s a kind of unflinching beauty in death. No one’s immune, much as we might pretend. In the end, we all face death alone.” He stretched one leg out in the mud, pressing his hand deeper into the earth so that his fingers started to disappear. “And frankly it would solve a lot of problems. Wouldn’t have to turn in budget reports, for one thing.” He chuckled. “yes, it seems peaceful.”

“Not to me. Have you seen people die?” said Elias.

“I have. Many times. The fear is felt by those who are left watching, the dead are beyond it.”

“Because they’re gone. Doesn’t that scare you?”

Peter tilted his head back, let it rest against the headstone, and looked at the dimly-visible silhouette of bare branches against the pale sky. His hair lay in damp strands across his forehead, and Elias Did Not think about brushing them back.

“In the eyes of death I’m already gone. Aren’t we all? We exist for a moment. Like bubbles in the stream. Here a moment, then breaking; always in motion. I’ve always known how… transparent it all is. You can’t really touch anything without falling through,” Peter said.

Well that was new. He was babbling, words starting to slur. Elias decided that he’d have to reveal himself soon, before Peter drank himself so deeply into incoherence that he wouldn’t be able to react to the surprise. That would be a waste.

“I’m sorry,” said Peter after a pause, “I doubt others see it the way that I do. But death has never held any particular terror for me. I’m more afraid of pain, or sickness. Being deceived. Those are things that happen when you’re alive.”

Especially that last one, thought Elias. Peter started to set the bottle down (thank goodness), thought about it for a moment… and started to unscrew the top for another swig. Elias, acting on impulse, swiped it out of his hands. Peter turned to glare at him.

“Listen, I know we’ve only just met but I’m not watching you drink yourself to death over some man you barely knew.”

Ah, finally, a reaction. A spark of rage appeared in Peter’s face, but passed before it could translate into motion. Elias, who’d been tensed for a fight, slowly relaxed.

“You’re right,” said Peter quietly, looking off into the mist. “I didn’t know him. No one really does.”

“What?”

“Know each other. You just… see the outside of someone, and you guess about what they’re really like, but you’re never quite right. People exist apart from you. And that’s very lonely. Almost as lonely as death.”

Elias muffled an exasperated sigh.

“Well, if that’s your belief, surely it can’t be hard to replace someone who’s left you. One person must be as good as another if you can never really—”

“No. I still miss him.”

A warmth spread through Elias’ chest. There, he had it loud and clear in plain words. He was going to hold on to this memory and the next time Peter tried to pull that “oh I’m an emotionless avatar of Forsaken incapable of human bonds” he’d beam it directly into his brain so hard he got a fucking nosebleed from the sheer amount of raw, human, embarrassing grief. Elias wondered if this would be useful blackmail material.

“I know that smile.”

With a start, Elias realized that Peter had leaned back and was looking up at him, frowning. Ah, he’d blown his cover. Well, this was as good a time as any.

“Do you?” he smiled. Peter looked intently at him. At his eyes.

“Jonah?” he said in a small voice.

Elias laughed.

“Took you long enough.” And as proof, he showed him a memory; James Wright’s stilled body with empty eye sockets, image blurred with pain as his new body adjusted to him. Elias Bouchard’s eyes, bloodshot, in his hand. Placing them in James Wright’s body and washing his hands, vision slowly clearing.

Peter sighed, closing his eyes. “Jonah. Were you trying to make me jealous of your narcissistic crush on yourself? I mean, it’s accurate; I’m just not used to that level of honesty from you.”

“Oh, “Jonah”? You must really be angry at me.”

“No, you just haven’t told me your name yet, handsome stranger.”

“Elias. Elias Bouchard, new Head of the Magnus Institute. Pleased to meet you, sailor.” Elias walked around the headstone to crouch closer to Peter, who was almost laughing.

“El-lie-as,” he said slowly, as if tasting the name syllable by syllable, and a chill ran up Elias’ spine. Huh. Very sensitive new body. Yeah, that was it. “It fits you,” said Peter. “Musical, pretentious, has the word lie in it.”

“Oh, shut up.” Elias leaned in for a kiss and Peter stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Elias, dear, why does this body smell like weed?”

“I’m… still airing the flat out.”

“Why does your body’s flat smell like weed?”

“Take a wild guess.”

“Hm! Didn’t have you pegged for a stoner, Jonah. I’ll have to introduce you to some of my crew…”

“Don’t you dare.”

“You’re right, I don’t remember anyone’s names. You’ll have to introduce yourself.”

“Listen, I don’t think you have any right critiquing the habits of my body’s former inhabitant when I just found you lying in the mud trying to drink yourself to death.”

“Shut up. I thought you were dead.”

“Oh, that’s cute. Me? Really? You thought I was dead?”

“You’re not immune to heart attacks, Elias! They said it was a sudden heart attack, I thought you really died!”

“What, you think a little heart attack could kill me?”

“That is exactly the kind of attitude that makes me think your hubris is going to catch up to you one of these days.”

He was right, but Elias didn’t want to admit it. He tried to pick healthy bodies, but the thought that despite all his centuries of care and planning, one might just… break down on him…

“C’mere,” said Peter, tugging on his tie. “I’d better start getting used to that smell.”

“I’m not joining you in the mud, Peter, get up.”

“Too drunk. C’mon, you’re already muddy.”

Elias remembered that that was the hand Peter had gotten all muddy before touching him. Looked down at his shirt. Groaned.

“Oh, for—”

Peter chucked him under the chin, deliberately smearing mud on him, then grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him down in the mud while Elias was busy glaring at him. Elias swore.

“Oh, shut up. I think this is a very lenient revenge for letting me think you were dead.”

“Well that’s your fault for not being smarter.”

Peter pinned him against the solid cold of the headstone and kissed him and oh he could not let him know how much he was enjoying this or he’d never live it down. Peter was cold and smelled of grave dirt and whisky and still, faintly, of the sea. It was a new experience, but still Peter.

“You’re a mess,” said Elias, resigning himself to his muddy fate with a sigh. At least he’d fallen on top of his coat, and it was keeping the worst of it off him.

“And? I’m assuming your new flat has a shower,” said Peter.

“It does. Only a shower,” Elias complained. Peter laughed.

“Oh, noooo, no bath? You’ll survive, you spoiled Victorian. I’ll even show you how it works.”

“I know how to take a shower!”

“Turning down the offer?”

“…No.”

“Good.” Peter traced the shape of his face with a muddy finger. Elias grabbed his hand and pushed it away.

“Could you at least use your other hand? The one that’s not caked in mud?”

“No, I don’t think I will. This mud was the closest I thought I’d ever get to you.”

“And that bothers you? Really? Mr. Lonesome, Eternally Alone Lukas?”

Peter got an odd expression. He didn’t like Elias calling him out on his many contradictions. He could argue quite convincingly if he was in the mood, but he apparently wasn’t. “Shut up,” he said, and kissed him again.

This little experiment had gone well, Elias decided.

#fanfiction #lonelyeyes #lonely eyes #elias bouchard #peter lukas #the magnus archives #personal #Elias is far too dramatic to just TELL his husband he's transferred to a body #much funnier to just let him come home expecting James Wright. who is deceased

[thebutterflyestate]

movement six

(Name) ran up the steps toward the Kamado household. Her frail legs carrying her body in the wind as she hurriedly made her way up the stairs. She heard that Suyako was already giving birth to her baby and apparently, Yorichi also came by after many months of his absence. (Name), of course, was ecstatic when she heard the news.

The girl reached the top of the stair and caught her breath. She could hear nothing, it was quiet so she assumed Suyako had already given birth to her child. She jogged to the side to reach the garden but Yorichi appeard right in front of her, "Ah!"

He caught her by the shoulders before she could barreled straight toward him. He let go, "(Lastname)..."

"Tsugikuni-san!" She beamed, her cheeks tinting into a color pink, "It's been months! How are you?"

"I'm good...Suyako had already given birth. The child is a boy." He said and she smiled at him, "I was about to leave."

She blinked and looked at him shocked, "E-Eh! But you just arrived!"

He nodded, "I do not want to take the Kamado's hospitality for granted." 

Her lips parted and he turned away to leave, she quickly caught his wrist and he turned around, expecting her to say something. She didn't let go of him.

"Tsugikuni-san, please stay with me for a while..." She softly said, her head down and cheeks turning red, "I.."

She couldn't say it but to get him to stay for a bit, she has to say it.

"I missed you..." She said, barely above a whisper but thankfully, he heard it and she let go of his wrist. (Name) mustered up the last of her bravery to look up at him, clenching her hands on her sides, "Y-You told me that destiny will decide if we must meet again...! I believe this is why i ran into you just now..! To spend time with you!"

"But you're here to visit the baby." He said and she puffed her cheeks.

"Uhm, I-I can drop by later but if you're going to leave now, at least spend a few hours here...with me." She said shyly. She hit herself, she sounded like a demanding child. Yorichi looked at her concerned.

In the end, Yorichi did go with (Name) to town but he had said that he will leave before it gets dark. He also didn't want to take her kindness for granted. The two caught eyes of people as they walked along the dirt path, most especially Yorichi. He would notice that people would stare at him in awe or suspicion. Some brave souls tried to greet (Name) whilst greeting him in the process. (Name) seemed to be loved by the people in the village.

"Tsugikuni-san, why do you always leave when you always come here to see the Kamados?" An innocent question. (Name) looked up at him with her pretty (e/c) eyes. He blinked.

"I just like visiting them when I'm close by. I cannot stay in one place because there are demons lurking all over the place. I wouldn't be able to protect anyone if I stay here..." He said quietly, "(Name), if you think something or someone is important and you want to protect it, you make do. "

She warmly smiled at him and tugged on to his sleeve, "You always say inspiring things."

They both stopped to eat a udon store. Yorichi didn't really have money so (Name) insisted she pays for the two of them. They both ate quietly and the girl felt like they were on a date. She shook her head, getting rid of the foolish thought then was surprised when Yorichi put some of his meat cuts on her own bowl.

"E-Eh? Tsugikuni-san, you'll need the meat to gain energy and protein...!" She said, returning them to him but he returned it back to her, and she returned it back to him but he returned it back to her before she could even place it on his bowl. People stared at their antics, "Uh..."

"This is the only way I can repay your kindness towards me." He said, putting back the meat into her bowl. She stared at him, "Thank you. The noodles and vegetables are enough. The meat is the most expensive one in this bowl...it's only right you have it."

She turned red and grew flustered. She ate the udon quickly, she nearly choked. Yorichi handed her a cup of tea.

After that, as Yorichi had promised, he went his way to slay demons. (Name) was escorting him until they reached the entrance of the village. He turned around and gave a polite bow. The girl spoke when he raised his head, "It's so unfair... you leave for so long but stay for a minute."

He place a hand on her head, patting her locks softly. She looked up at him, blushing. He didn't say anything though. Yorichi pulled his hand away. She was waiting for him to say something but he didn't. 

The mysterious samurai simply turned his back and walked away and there (Name) realized that he seemed so lonely. He always walked alone and for how long" That she doesn't know. She helplessly watched his broad back as it slowly shrunk and became part of the horizon ahead, his silhouette disappearing out of view.

(Name) placed her hands over her beating heart.

She was helplessly in love with a man whose name and occupation is the only thing she knows.

a/n opp-- sorry for the short chapter. however, I decided I would update this daily starting tomorrow because this only has...uhm, four chapters left. yes, it's only until chapter ten. I meant for this to be a drabble-sort of thing or oneshot but I was surprised the readers for this,,,increased so yeah hahah the reason it was supposed to be just a one shot thingy bc I have nooo absolute idea how yoriichi flirts but look at me, im at chap six still with the sa,e yori from chap one *shrugs*

ill be writing a new book but if you have requests, I MAY OR MAY NOT answer them,, haha im the kind of author that gets unmotivated when being told to do something,,, I was thinking of doing a michikatsu tsugikuni one shot but uhhh will that sell?

aaa future books r going to be hypmic related,, if there are hypmic fans out here, and maybe a bungo stray dogs one if I don't get stuck writing ranpo's character again 

. well that's all! please look forward to the last few chapters itll be fun :D

#blue moon #kny yoriichi #yoriichi x reader #yoriichi tsugikuni

[vulcan-highblood]

Ok. So I just felt like you need to know how impactful your naruto works are, i binge read all of them last night, and it was well worth it, for the intense concentration of iruka appreciation in each and every one like. Wow. Your writing style is so nice, the way you depict the relationships of other characters with iruka is SO NICE - especially naruto omg the amount of serotonin that encased my being each time you depicted how much iruka means to naruto and how he really is naruto’s precious person just like naruto is his and how MUCH naruto loves him like they both have the biggest hearts in this series THEY BOTH LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH and reading your work made me forget for a moment how sidelined and unappreciated iruka is, especially when his impact on naruto literally made naruto who he was omgggg. And your recent kakairu 😭 like chef’s kiss!! I loved all parts and facets of it, kakashi using food as a way to communicate how much he loves iruka?? Iruka being well fed and looked after?? Omgggg what a gift! Also iruka and itachi!! Becoming friends?? Teammates?? I did not see that one coming but I appreciate it 10000% nonetheless your execution and delivery were so on point! I loved it!! I think I rambled too much so I’m gonna stop you just need to know how underrated your work is and how you deserve so many more kudos, thank you for all that you do asdfghjkl you made me love iruka more than I already did and I wish more ppl delved into iruka’s effect on other ppl bc he is so inspiring and such a good person sksksksksks. Hope u have a very lovely week ✨

Anon, I... 

wow. I uh. I stared at this ask for probably a good 5 minutes, just grinning uncontrollably. This is so sweet of you to say!! I’m so touched!! I am sitting over here fumbling for words (which is truly an accomplishment as getting me to shut up is.... a challenge, lol)!!

First of all  -  the fact that you consider my naruto fics an “intense concentration of iruka appreciation” is so flattering, that’s 100% always my intent with them, I adore Iruka so much and he deserves the world, tbh I’m so flattered that you like my writing style, too?? It’s something i’m always trying to improve and it’s nice to know when I’ve hit the mark. :) so thank you!!

Second - “how much iruka means to naruto” “he really is naruto’s precious person just like naruto is his”  “they both have the biggest hearts in this series” Did you mean: 99% of why I write these fics? Because YES. I absolutely love seeing the bond between Iruka and Naruto and I love portraying it so much because for two people who lost their families and grew up feeling isolated, the fact that they can find love and acceptance and home and family in one another just Means So Much To Me. I’m glad that this made an impact on you, too, that’s exactly what I wanted to convey in those scenes

Third - ahahaha I really love it too? I was nervous because I honestly don’t feel super confident writing Naruto fic yet, I feel like I’m really faking it and just constantly returning to the wiki like “send help”, so it’s a huge relief to hear that you like it, too! I was worried that maybe Kakashi was OOC, so it’s reassuring to hear that you don’t feel that’s the case

Fourth - I happened to stumble across the fact that Iruka and Itachi graduated around the same time and my brain instantly was like “THAT. GROUP PROJECT” and honestly it’s the fine folks over in the Umino Hours discord serveer that helped me build it from there. It was originally going to just be that one lone oneshot about Iruka and Itachi being paired up for homework, and it was only through the brainstorming I did with a few lovely members that built up my Itachi & Iruka thing into a full Genin Team/Unlikely Friends dynamic!!! And I’m so so so grateful to everyone there who talked me into it because now i’m so deeply invested in the AU and I keep on dragging more characters into it and honestly I’m so so so happy with where it’s going. I’m glad you like it and are along for the ride, too. :)

Haha, as you can see, i too can talk a lot about my fics, and I am very much not opposed to OTHER people talking about them to me!! This was so sweet of you, I’m so grateful!!! 

I don’t know that I’d say the fics are underrated (though i appreciate the sentiment because my ego thinks everything i do is underrated, lol). To be honest, though, I’ve only been writing in the fandom for about a month at this point? So, considering the amount of support I’ve gotten in such a short time, I’m quite satisfied. :) Of course, I would love more kudos and comments, but I am also thrilled that so many people have been willing to read an honestly almost crackfic sounding AU like  “iruka and itachi on the same genin team”

Finally: “you made me love iruka more than I already did and I wish more ppl delved into iruka’s effect on other ppl bc he is so inspiring and such a good person” MY HEART. AHHHHHHH. This is 10000% why I write the fics I write - because Iruka has such an incredible impact on the world around him and he is so inspiring and wonderful. I’m so glad that my fics could make you love iruka more than you already did, what a wonderful thing to say!! I’m so touched, I’m moved, I’m thrilled!! thank you so much!!  

I can assuredly say that after this amazing ask I will definitely have a very lovely week <3 thank you so much!!

#anon #ask #iruka fanfic #my fics #iruka #OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH #IM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW

[multific]

Normal

Tom Holland x Reader

Vampire!AU

Request: Hey hun! Can you please write some vampire!Tom Holland oneshot? I saw that you wrote vampire!tom once and I want to know if you could maybe write a new one? Where Tom is hungry and he's without feeding a few weeks now bc he's trying to stop drinking blood and feed like a normal human, then he gets a bit violent and ends up biting reader's neck to have her blood?

Warnings: mention of blood, vampire stuff

 Tom tried so many times, he really did.

He wanted to be normal.

After all those lonely years, decades, and now, he finally had you.

He could be normal and he can finally love and be loved. Even if he became cold, and formed a bitter personality, you managed to turn him back to how he was when he wasn’t a vampire.

He was finally truly happy.

He swore that no one and nothing will take that from him.

Even if you knew about him being different. You encouraged him that he didn’t need to change. He could be himself around you. He wouldn’t have to pretend to be someone he is not.

But he was determined and stubborn. But you learnt that during the almost one year that the two of you have been dating for.

So, he came up with the crazy idea that he would stop drinking blood and he will try and live off of human food, as he called it, to you, it was just regular food. He wanted to feel human again and not like a monster. Even if you argued hours after hours with him that he was not.

At first things seemed to go well. For the last five days he seemed normal and his “diet” seemed to be working.

But on the sixth day, you noticed him lingering his eyes on the raw piece of steak and that was a clear sign to you.

On the seventh day was when he started to really change. He got more and more angry on little things and started yelling at you for no reason. But you knew he didn’t mean it, so you just went with it.

But after almost two weeks of constant yelling, you had enough.

You went to confront him about that he needed to stop this and drink blood again.

You found him in the bathroom. He was looking at himself in the mirror as he talked to himself. His fangs were out and his eyes changed. He had dark veins around his eyes and his usually deep brown eyes were bright red. But he didn’t scare you.

“Tom. We need to talk.”

“Not now Y/N! I’m trying to concentrate!”

“Well it clearly doesn’t work!” he turned to you, grabbed your hand and pulled you into the bathroom, he closed the door and pushed you against it. His quick and strong movements startled you a little, but you were determined.

“You need to stop this! You need to drink! You changed completely. Please. It’s for your own good!”

“I can’t. I do NOT need blood! I can be normal!”

“But you are NOT normal, Tom! You are different from humans, but there is nothing wrong with that. I love you the way you are! I told you millions of times before…And now you are close to breaking my wrist.” you said in a calm voice, hopefully he would understand and finally accept himself the way he is.

Your words seemed to have affected him because the next thing you knew he let go of your hands and backed away from you. He turned his back to you and walked around the small room, he was probably doing it so he could keep his calm.

“I know you do not want to be a vampire. You told me the story about the woman who turnt you. You told me about how she made you almost die, watch as he murdered your family and then she made you one of her kind. I cannot imagine how hard it must have been to you. But right now, I need you to live. To live and love me. And for you to be able to do that you need blood. So, please. Just go hunt down something and then come back to me. Please.”

Tom heard every word you said. But your voice sounded like you were very far from him. Like he was on one side of a huge lake and you were on the other.

His instincts kicked in. His organism didn’t want to die, it was like his thoughts were switched off.

And out of his animal like instincts you found yourself pinned to the bathroom door once again. You started at his open mouth, at his sharp and long fangs, than you looked into his eyes. That’s when you knew. He was gone. Tom was gone and his vampire instincts took over him.

His blood-lust.

But you didn’t flinch. You just stood there and waited for him to make the next move. You didn’t fight, you weren’t afraid of him.

He moved to your neck.

The next thing you felt was a sharp pain at your neck. You slowly started to get weak. He must have taken a lot of blood.

But surprisingly, he knew when he needed to stop. He stopped right before you’d die from the blood-loss. Which surprised him a little.

Sixteen days.

Tom could handle sixteen days without blood.

When he was finally back to his senses, he realized what he has done.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s okay, just let me sit down.” in about a blink you found yourself in your bed, with a very worried Tom sitting by your leg.

“I’m truly a monster.”

“Don’t say that.” your voice caught Tom a bit off-guard, he thought you were sleeping. “I’m happy that you are finally back to normal.”

“As normal as I can get.”

“Exactly. And it’s fine by me.”

“I love you, Y/N.” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“I love you too.” after this, you went to sleep. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Knowing that for days, you’ll have to listen to him apologizing.

And as you slept, Tom thought back to what just happened.

Your face didn’t show any sign of fear or anything. Like you were prepared for this. But that didn’t really help with his guilt.

On that night, as you slept by his side, he promised to both himself and you, that he would never go on a “diet” nor will he ever drink your blood again.

Although his vampire part will never forget the sweet taste of your fresh blood.

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[lailaliquorice]

I have been a fool for lesser things

PARRLYN ANGST COME GET YOUR PARRLYN ANGST

and it’s angst angst. But hey this was fun to write and it has a happy ending. there will be a follow-up oneshot to this to give everyone what they’ve been waiting for which I’ll probably write up a bit later and post tonight c: it’s not spell checked bc I have to rush out so I’ll correct it later lol

tw for drink spiking and general hospital stuff bc I know that makes some people uncomfortable

It was tradition for the queens to go down to the pub for an evening out; it was their favourite way of celebrating the end of a long week, all squashed around a table and relaxing with drinks in hand in each other’s company. But today found Anne at a different pub than their favourite local tavern, and in an unusual though not unwelcome change there was only one other queen with her.

“Here’s to a spontaneous night out,” Cathy said, chinking her raspberry gin against Anne’s vodka lemonade as they sat down at a free table. It was earlier than they usually went out because neither of them had performed that night, since it had been Anne’s random show off and Cathy had scheduled the day off so she could attend a conference.

As a result, when Cathy got home to find a very bored Anne she’d suggested they wander down to the new bar they’d been meaning to try out for a while, and Anne had been eager to agree. The thought that she was essentially on an unofficial date with Cathy kept circling around her mind but she kept shoving it down. “Here here,” she echoed, taking a generous swig of her drink while Cathy only sipped hers lightly. “So how was the conference?” she asked, remembering how excited Cathy had been before she set off that morning.

“Really interesting thank you. It’s nice to actually be taught something for a change; doing my own research is all well and good but you can learn a lot by being lectured by someone as knowledgeable as the Professor was. I had plenty of questions for her afterwards,” Cathy said, her face lit up by her smile. Anne always thought she practically glowed whenever she started to ramble about something that interested her, and she could have listened to her talk forever. After several minutes of Cathy talking about everything she’d been told, she cleared her throat slightly sheepishly and added “Sorry if that was more than you wanted to know. How was your day?”

Anne laughed, shaking her head. “I asked ‘cause I wanted to know, you don’t need to be sorry,” she said, grinning when Cathy’s shy smile returned. “And I just got stuff done really, dealt with the laundry that Jane was ready to murder me over and tidied my room. Was a bit lonely though so this is really nice, thanks for the suggestion.”

Cathy shrugged, still smiling at Anne as she said “You’re very welcome, it’s a lovely end to a lovely day.”

When their drinks were both running low, Anne downed the remainder of hers before insisting on getting refills for them both. Cathy watched her go with a fond smile, too preoccupied by chastising herself for her stupidly fast heartbeat whenever Anne smiled at her to notice that she wasn’t alone until she heard a male voice say “Hello sweetheart.”

Cathy almost jumped, looking around to see the man who had slid into Anne’s seat. “Oh, hello,” she said, not trying particularly hard to feign interest.

“Haven’t seen you around before. What brings a pretty girl out here alone tonight?”

“No, I usually go somewhere else,” Cathy replied, not bothering to answer his second question. She avoided his gaze as she drank the rest of her drink, hoping he’d be put off by her disinterest and leave her alone.

To her frustration though, he only smiled a little wider. “Well, I’d say you have a good choice in bars then. Can I get you another drink?”

Cathy shook her head, sneaking a quick glance towards the bar to try and see if Anne was on her way back yet. “No thank you, my friend is already getting me another,” she said, voice a little firmer as she refused his offer.

His smug look faltered for a moment, then fell altogether at the sound of someone coughing pointedly just before Cathy felt someone’s arms over her shoulders. “Hey hun, who’s come to join us?” Anne asked, resting her head close to Cathy’s as she stared down the stranger.

“Oh, you didn’t say it was that sort of friend, I’ll be out of your way,” the man said hurriedly, not looking at Cathy as he practically stumbled in his haste to get out of Anne’s chair. Cathy watched silently as he disappeared into the crowd, too distracted by the feeling of Anne’s breath against her neck to say anything.

Anne gave a low chuckle before moving round the table to sit back down,  and Cathy immediately missed the warmth of Anne pressed up against her back. “Sorry if that made you uncomfortable, thought it’d made him go away faster. You alright?” Anne asked. There was a blush across her cheeks as she met Cathy’s gaze for a split second before dropping her eyes again.

“I’m fine, and of course not. Thank you for saving me,” Cathy said, prompting Anne to look back up at her with a happy grin.

After a moment of them both looking into each other’s eyes, Anne clicked her fingers in apparently realisation as she jumped back out of her chair. “Forgot the drinks! Back in a mo!” she yelled as she sprinted back towards the bar, leaving Cathy to watch her go with a giddy smile that she didn’t bother trying to conceal.

But by the time Anne returned after actually ordering their drinks the second time around, Cathy was just staring at the opposite wall with an empty look on her face. “Hey, you ok?” Anne asked, putting their drinks down on the table as she looked at Cathy worriedly.

Cathy shrugged, swallowing heavily before she spoke. “I don’t know. I don’t feel very well all of a sudden.”

“Do you want to go home?” Anne asked, not caring that she’d just brought two new drinks at the sight of her friend looking so unsettlingly grey.

Nodding, Cathy murmured a quiet “Yes please.”

Anne stood first and put one arm around Cathy’s waist to help her to her feet. Slowly they made their way out of the bar, but when Cathy caught her foot on the doorway Anne just about managed to react quickly enough to catch her albeit clumsily. “Woah, I got you. Let’s stop for a sec. You doing ok?” she asked, leading Cathy over to crouch down by the wall.

“I didn’t drink that much,” Cathy said as she sat down heavily, almost overbalancing sideways and needing Anne to correct her again. “It was only one double gin, that shouldn’t… I’m not… uhhh…”

She trailed off with a groan and cradled her head in her hands, prompting an increasingly worried Anne to rub her back gently as she breathed heavily. Seconds later she was vomiting on the pavement, her head pounding and her vision blurring so much that she could barely notice Anne’s hands holding her steady. She was sure she heard Anne say something in a voice rising with panic, but then her shaking limbs gave out and her eyes rolled upwards as she collapsed into Anne’s arms.

~~~

1am found Anne sat in a hospital waiting room with her knees pulled up to her chest.

The wait for the ambulance had been torturous, as all she could do was hold onto Cathy’s lifeless form in her trembling hands and pray for help to get there faster. Then they were both bundled into the back of the ambulance, Cathy on the stretcher bed with an oxygen tube in her nose and heart monitor beeping slowly while Anne just clung onto her hand and tried not to get in the way. Then they arrived at the hospital and Cathy was whisked away behind closed doors, and Anne was left alone.

Footsteps approaching made her look up to see a doctor standing by her. “Are you here for Miss Parr?” he asked.

“Yes,” Anne said immediately, jumping to her feet. “She’s alright, isn’t she? Please tell me she’s ok.” She hated the waver in her voice as she practically begged the doctor, but she was too terrified to care.

“She’s stabilised and will be absolutely fine,” he said, and Anne felt her knees go weak with relief as she sagged back into her chair. “She’ll need to remain here for a day or two for monitoring and will be back to full health before long. But we found something when we tested her blood, and we believe that her drink was spiked.”

Anne felt her blood run cold as the doctor spoke. Her first thought was how lucky Cathy had been that she wasn’t alone; her second was the man who Anne had found sat at their table as Cathy finished her drink. For several moments she was quiet, thoughts whirling faster than she could deal with them, before she looked up and asked “Can I see her?”

The doctor nodded. “She’s asleep for now but will most likely start to come around within the next few hours. But you’re welcome to stay with her.” He led her down a corridor into the ward, then pushed open a door labelled ‘C. Parr’ and motioned for her to go in.

Anne’s eyes instantly landed on Cathy lying motionless in the hospital bed, the only signs of life being the steady trace of the heart monitor and the shallow rise and fall of her chest. She dimly heard the door being closed behind her, the sound jolting her back to life from where she’d frozen for a moment. The sight of Cathy, brave beautiful Cathy, looking so small in a hospital gown beneath ghost-white sheets was enough to make her stomach turn.

Finally finding her feet again, she crossed the room and dragged a chair over to sit by Cathy’s bedside. As she went to take her hand again she paused when she saw the tube in the back of her hand connected to a bag of fluids, but after a second’s painful hesitation where the lack of physical contact became too much she resolved to just hold her hand carefully. She needed the feeling of Cathy’s skin on hers, the reminder that she was ok and that Anne hadn’t lost her.

Her phone flashing in the dimly lit room reminded her that she hadn’t checked her notifications since leaving the bar, and she opened her phone to see several unread messages from the rest of the queens. She didn’t bother reading them before she clicked on one contact and pressed the call button, holding her phone to her ear in a shaking hand.

“Finally! Why in God’s name haven’t you been answering anyone? I had to talk Jane down from going on a manhunt!”

Anne’s lip trembled at the frustration in Aragon’s tone, unable to say anything until the line had fallen quiet. “Catherine,” she said, her voice thin with barely contained panic.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Aragon asked, suddenly sounding concerned.

“We’re in hospital.” The second those words were out in the open the dam broke, and she dropped Cathy’s hand to clamp her hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her sobs.

It was a long while before Aragon could make herself heard over Anne’s shuddering breaths. “Just breathe Anne, take a deep breath and calm down for a second,” Aragon said soothingly, and Anne hummed in affirmation as she gasped air into her lungs. After a few seconds Aragon continued “There you go, that’s better. Now slowly tell me what happened.”

Hearing Aragon’s firm voice down the phone felt like Anne had been thrown a life ring while she was drowning. “We- we were at a bar and someone spiked her drink,” she explained haltingly between breaths, pausing to wipe away the tears that streamed down her face. “She blacked out and I called an ambulance and now we’re at hospital. She’s sleeping but they said- they said she’ll be ok in a few days.”

“That’s a relief,” Aragon sighed, and Anne hummed again. They were both quiet for a minute before Aragon added “Do you want me to come down there with you?”

Anne considered it for a moment, before she shook her head. “No, it’s ok. They might not let anyone else in this late anyway,” she said, knowing it had to be well into the small hours. Her voice shook again as she asked “Can you come tomorrow though?”

“Of course I will dear,” Aragon said, and Anne smiled at both her answer and the term of endearment. “Try and get some sleep, and I’ll be there in the morning. Everyone has gone to bed but I’ll let them know what happened, you just worry about looking after yourself and Cathy. Ok?”

“Ok,” she echoed quietly.

Once the call was over, Anne looked back over at Cathy’s peaceful expression as she slept on. Figuring she ought to take Aragon’s advice if she didn’t want to hear about it in the morning, she pulled her chair closer to the bed and kicked her shoes off before tucking her legs underneath her so that she was curled up semi-comfortably in the armchair. Resting her head on her elbow and holding Cathy’s hand again, she continued to watch her soft breathing for a while until her eyelids eventually fluttered closed and she fell into an uneasy sleep.

~~~

The first thing that Cathy became aware of was the faint beeping in the background. Then the dully throbbing pain in her head that made her groan softly. She went to lift her hand to her head but paused when someone’s fingers tightened around hers, prompting her to open her eyes. To her confusion it wasn’t her own four walls she saw when she looked around slowly, her vision blurring slightly as she turned her head, but her rising panic was quelled a little when she saw who was clinging onto her hand.

Anne was somehow curled up in an armchair a couple of feet away, gangly legs folded awkwardly underneath her in a position that hardly looked comfortable. She was asleep with her hair falling in front of her face, meaning that her holding onto Cathy’s hand was entirely subconscious.

Cathy smiled for a moment before she saw the tubes that had been taped into the back of her hand and crook of her elbow. That was when she remembered the beeping that had woken her up, and she glanced upwards to see a heart monitor as well as the two fluid bags that her IV drips were connected to. There was a tube in her nose too, lying uncomfortably on her skin and rubbing against her ears. She was in hospital. And while she could recognise how terrible she was feeling, she had no idea why.

Frantically trying to think back to the previous evening, her dread worsened as she realised the amount of gaps there were in her memory. She could remember going out with Anne, how Anne had linked their arms together as they walked down the road, but that was the last of it. Anything could have happened since then and Cathy was entirely clueless.

Her breathing quickened in her panic, a stray tear escaping down her cheek as her mind whirled uncontrollably with thoughts of what could have happened. Was there something really wrong with her? Was Anne ok? Did the others know what had happened?

The heart monitor’s steady beeping escalated as she panicked, flashing a warning just as Anne’s head flew up from her arm. She looked around disorientated for a moment before her eyes landed on Cathy and she uncurled her legs to sit on the edge of the bed. “Shh you’re ok Cathy, it’s alright you’re fine,” Anne said, grabbing Cathy’s hands in a role reversal of how they’d been when Anne had the first panic attack in front of her. “We’re in hospital but it’s ok, there’s nothing wrong and you’re gonna be fine in a bit. I’ve got you.”

Cathy nodded, then groaned again as the pain in her head increased sharply and her stomach turned. “What- what happened?” she asked, her voice cracking with how painfully dry her throat was. “I can’t remember anything, I know we went out last night but I don’t remember anything else.”

“We tried out the new bar last night and someone spiked your drink,” Anne said gently, giving a reassuring smile as Cathy’s expression dropped in shock. “There was a guy who approached you while I was at the bar, it must’ve been him. You were really sick and I called an ambulance and… and yeah, that’s how we’re here,” she finished lamely.

As Anne explained, Cathy noticed for the first time how pale her face was and the dark circles under her bloodshot eyes. Clearly the night had taken a toll on her as well.

“Do the others know?” she asked.

Anne nodded. “Yeah, I called Aragon last night and she said she’d come visit a bit later.” She paused to glance at the clock before correcting herself with “Well, maybe a lot later ‘cause it’s only 6 in the morning. You were out for about 9 hours.”

“Longest I’ve slept in a long time,” Cathy joked hoarsely, relieved when Anne cracked a tiny smile.

“Yeah, guess so,” she said, before her expression turned serious again. “They said you’d feel a bit rough for a while and you can probably go home tomorrow. And then I guess you can decide if you want to report him or not.”

Cathy thought for a moment, wishing she could remember what the man looked like or even what he’d done. “Probably,” she said after a while. “If I can remember enough to give a police report. I just wish I’d been more careful.”

“Hey, don’t go thinking this is your fault. That guy was the piece of shit, not you,” Anne said firmly, frowning for a moment before her expression softened. “And I’ll help you if you still can’t remember. I was there too y’know, you weren’t alone in this.”

She hummed in agreement, giving Anne’s hands a tender squeeze. “I know. And it’s thanks to you that I came out of this ok, so thank you Anne. It could have been a lot worse if I didn’t have you,” she said, looking earnestly at her friend.

Anne nodded in response, before her expression crumpled and she looked away at the ground. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Cathy asked, suddenly concerned.

“Sorry, I dunno why I’m upset when you’re the one who’s hurt,” Anne muttered, taking one hand back to wipe her eyes roughly. “I just… I was so scared when you blacked out that I was gonna lose you, and I dunno what I’d do without you because you’re amazing and I love you and it was really really scary.”

The confession didn’t go unnoticed by Cathy even in her groggy state, and she might have grinned with shock and joy if it wasn’t for the fact that her friend-turned-something was sobbing uncontrollably as all her fears from the past 12 hours came flooding out. “Come here love,” she said softly, opening her arms as Anne crawled up to lie next to Cathy while being painstakingly careful of the wires and tubes she was hooked up to. Cathy held her close as she buried her head in her chest, running fingers through her hair and whispering comforts into her ear. “I’m here, ok? I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you and we’re ok.”

“Mhm,” Anne murmured, her voice muffled by Cathy’s hospital gown.

Cathy continued to run her fingers through Anne’s hair and rub soothing circles into her back, noticing as all the tension left her shoulders and she relaxed heavily into Cathy’s hold. “How much sleep did you get last night?” she asked quietly.

Anne shrugged. “I dunno. I think I fell asleep at like 2.”

“Do you want to sleep here?”

“Yes please. You’re comfy.”

Cathy smiled at Anne’s response. She could feel her own exhaustion taking over again, and the comforting weight of Anne lying against her was enough to pull her towards unconsciousness again. There was so much she wanted to say, so much they needed to talk about, but they had time for that. For the moment though, Cathy kissed Anne’s forehead before resting her head atop her hair and giving into sleep.

~~~

When Aragon creaked open the door a few hours later, she was hardly surprised by the sight that awaited her. Cathy was lying asleep in the hospital bed, monitors beeping a peaceful rhythm which quelled the fears that had kept Aragon awake most of the night. But tangled up in her embrace was none other than Anne Boleyn. While she might have been unhappy a few months ago when her regard towards Anne was still poor, their now close relationship meant that she only smiled fondly at the pair of them.

She kept her footsteps silent as she took a picture of them both, then made herself comfortable in a chair across the room while she texted it to Jane to reassure her that all was fine. She’d come down to the hospital on her own after filling in Jane on what had happened, and she knew that the other three queens would hurry down to join them as soon as Kat and Anna had woken up. That gave Cathy and Anne a few more hours of peace and quiet in each other’s arms.

Her goddaughter and her almost-foster-daughter. Aragon couldn’t help but feel like a proud parent.

#six the musical #six the musical fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #parrlyn #anne boleyn #catherine parr #catherine of aragon #laila's writing

[nightglider124]

RobStar Week 2018: Day 3

So, yeah, I’m a day late in posting this and day 4 will be up later but this one; I forgot to click post last night before I fell asleep -_-

Pft, most of this was written when I was at work XD

Just called me miss cliche bc all my oneshots for this week are just that tbh lmao. Hope ya’ll like it though.

Dance

Snowflakes floated down from the sky, joining their brothers and sisters as they stuck to the cold, icy sidewalks. The small flakes landed all over the city, coating the ground with thick layers of snow.

The snowfall was slowly but surely getting heavier as it was quickly turning into a blizzard outside rather than a passing snow storm as the news broadcasters had initially predicted.

The night skies was turning darker and bleaker, but with it so like a snowglobe that had just been shaken up; it was simply magical.

Starfire would usually be out there, sitting on the roof of the tower, watching the world tick by, no matter how cold or how snowy it became. 

But, not tonight.

Tonight, she was curled up on the sofa in the main room of the tower, sniffling and tugging her fluffy violet blanket over herself a little more, trying to console herself with the item as much as she could.

Starfire whimpered and rubbed her wrist against her eyes, attempting to ignore the dried tears that had now made her cheeks somewhat itchy. Her eyes refocused on the movie playing on the giant screen.

Titanic was not a winter movie, nor was it one of the happiest movies but Starfire felt drawn to it, choosing a movie that suited her current emotions.

She felt lonely; everyone else was out of the tower. Raven had been dragged to the movie theatre by Beast Boy who had been pleading for her to go see the newest Wicked Scary that had been released.

Starfire quirked a tiny smile. Raven would never let go of that sarcastic and nonchalant façade of hers but the alien knew her friend was actually very excited to go and see it with him but she was sworn to secrecy by the empath, of course.

Cyborg was over at Titans East for the weekend, helping out and fixing some of their failing technology circuits within their tower, as well as spending some overdue time with Bumblebee.

And, worst of all, Robin was in Gotham.

That was the one that really had her emotions in turmoil. They had been in a relationship for nearly 6 months now and they’d been inseparable. Since Tokyo, Robin had been so attentive and had been making so much more time for them; it was bliss.

But, his father, being the celebrity icon that he was in Gotham was hosting his annual Winter Ball charity event. It was splashed across newspapers and it was bound to be a glorious event with glitz and glamour.

And, she wasn’t invited.

Starfire knew it wasn’t a malicious dig at her from Bruce but it hurt when the invite addressed to Robin had a specific note of coming alone; after all, there was no record of Dick Grayson having a current girlfriend.

Disappointed as she was, Robin was the one who was more irritated by it all. He ranted and raved about Bruce and his playboy ways and how he tried portraying him in the same light which was so far from the truth of who Robin was. He was angry that he couldn’t take her with him and how he didn’t want to leave her for a short trip to Gotham.

But, she’d done what she always did. She smiled and shook her head, stating that it did not matter and that he should go and have a wonderful time. He was hesitant, which she knew he would be but with a deep kiss, she waved him goodbye a few days prior.

He had been gone only a couple of days and the ball was tonight. He would be home again soon but dark thoughts kept haunting her mind, wondering what he was doing and wondering how much influence Bruce had over her boyfriend.

Whether he’d be dancing with any pretty girls.

Starfire squeezed her eyes shut and felt more tears slip down her cheeks.

It was the first time that she had ever really been alone and she decided she wasn’t a fan. The last couple days, yes she had missed Robin but she had Raven, Beast Boy and Cyborg to hang out with and take her mind off things.

Tonight, she was on her own and there was nothing to distract her from her worries.

She wondered if he would be wearing that lovely tux she had seen him in only a handful of times before. He looked so very handsome in evening clothes and without that mask of his, it was even better.

Sighing, she blindly reached for another tissue to dry her eyes.

She felt miserable and all she wanted was for her Robin to be there with her rather than a number of hours away, probably being manhandled by some politicians daughter.

Dropping her head to her drawn up knees, Starfire made a small whining sound. She was not an overly jealous person but the thought of him being under Bruce’s command at such an event, her heart hurt. She knew how persuasive and manipulative Bruce could be.

Starfire swallowed the lump in her throat and lifted her eyes to the screen. It was at the part where Jack was holding and kissing Rose at the very front of the ship. Starfire frowned and felt about 100 times worse.

She just really missed Robin.

Suddenly, the already dim lights went out altogether, alongside the TV. She snapped to attention, raising an eyebrow in confusion. She sighed in frustration, realising the approaching snow blizzard had probably knocked the electricity out.

Oh, she hated going down to the basement for that infernal generator. It was so dark and eerie down there.

She exhaled loudly and started moving the blanket off of her body when soft music started drifting from the speakers surrounding the main room.

Freezing in place, Starfire furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head, perplexed. She got to her feet and spun around, suddenly hearing very light footsteps.

Her eyes widened and her shoulders slumped in complete and utter surprise.

“Robin?”

There he stood, in that gorgeous tux of his, hair slicked back in such a suave manner that she could have physically swooned. He had a small affectionate smile painted on his lips and he twirled a single red rose between his fingers.

“Hi Star.”

Her heart started racing both from shock and overwhelming joy,

“Wh-What are you doing here? You are supposed to be-” Starfire started, taking a moment to think about whether she had actually fallen asleep watching Titanic and this was simply all a dream.

“I’m supposed to be in Gotham, I know.” He replied and leaned against the kitchen island counter before he deeply sighed, “But, I really missed you.”

Her heart damn near exploded in her chest at hearing that but she was still a little apprehensive, “But… the ball… surely Bruce will be furious with you.”

Robin signalled her to come closer to him which she obediently did, drifting over until he reached his hand out and rested it against her waist. His touch was so warm and she felt so much better just from seeing him.

“I don’t care if Bruce is pissed off. I wanted to be home with you.” He murmured, making her blush.

His other hand snaked out and held her waist, Starfire instinctively wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Gently, he manoeuvred her and they started to sway in time with the soothing music.

“Did something happen?” She asked quietly, knowing how much he and Bruce argued,

Robin shook his head, “Not really. I got there and refused to crack a smile and when he pulled me up on my behaviour, I made it clear to him where I’d rather be.”

A sweet, bashful little smile erupted on Starfire’s face and she stared into his maskless blue eyes, “Robin…” She cooed,

He gave her a serene smile and brought her to him, her head resting on his shoulder as they swayed to the sound of the music.

After a long stretch of comfortable silence, Robin tapped her lower back,

“Star... why didn’t you say something if you had a problem with me going?” He asked,

She sighed and stayed snuggled against him, “I did not wish to make an issue of it. I also did not think I would have such a problem with it until tonight... I was on my own and... it left me to worry a lot about what you might be doing...”

He pulled back for a minute to look at her, “Don’t you trust me?”

“I trust you. I do not, however, trust Bruce as much.”

Robin nodded, understanding where she was coming from, “I wish you had been able to come with me. You would have loved the music.”

She smiled absently and playfully narrowed her eyes at him, “Did you dance with any pretty girls?”

He chuckled and rolled his eyes, “Of course not. The only pretty girl I’d dance with is you.”

“But, you hate dancing.”

Robin shrugged, “Not when it’s with the right person.”

Starfire laughed as he pulled back and made her twirl, before bringing her back to his chest to continue their slow dancing. She looked up at him from where her head rested against his shoulder and he gave her a tiny smile, before leaning forward to give her a kiss.

He was right of course; dancing was glorious, but only when it was with the right person.

#teen titans #robin #starfire #robstar #robstar week 2018 #robstarweek #robstar week #fanfiction #oneshot #day 3 #dc comics #dance #nightglider124 #robstarweek2018

[t0ngue-tech]

Touch Me

“‘Hey.’ You said softly and sat up to gently rest your hand above his knee. ‘Do you want to try it too?’“

↠good ol’ SMUT↞

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↠oneshot↞

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SUNSHINE! holy crap i almost didn’t upload this today bc busy T_T but tyj i found the time! and what better way to celebrate than with smut :D i love hoseok so much. my precious angel. i hope you all enjoy this ^-^

There were no words to describe how you were feeling at the moment. Relieved? Overjoyed? Exhausted? Hell, nothing could ever describe the feeling of completing every final for college classes. All of the stress and late nights were finally over and now it was time to welcome the long-awaited time of the year: summer break.

You were more than ready to wake up after 12 noon and not worry about being late to a class. This also meant you were able to go out with your girlfriends without having the did I have any assignments due thought in the back of your mind. Summer break was the epitome of freedom for college students and after all the stress you’ve gone through, you were determined to make the best of your break.

Unfortunately, you weren’t able to fly back home because of financial circumstances but luckily your family understood. You worked in the main office on campus, so you needed to make sure you looked for a summer job.

Jung Hoseok, a friend you easily connected with in your zoology lab during your second semester was your knight in shining armor.

“My uncle owns a restaurant a couple of miles out of town, so I work there every summer. I can totally hook you up with a waitress job.”

“Hoseok. You’re the best!”

“Damn right. Also, you can totally stay at my apartment! It beats staying at the dorms anyway.”

He was right. Staying at the dorms during summer would’ve been lonely, especially since your roommate was going back to her hometown.

Your promised yourself to make the best of your summer break and so far it was going all according to plan.

↠↞

“I swear, some people are just straight up ridiculous.” You exclaimed stepping off the elevator at Hoseok’s apartment complex.

“Was it that bad on the floor tonight?” Hoseok chuckled, slightly offending you.

“Yes. Some lady was complaining that an item was taken off the menu and I explained to her that it was for limited time only. Then she asks to speak with the owner—I bring your uncle in and he explains the same thing. And do you know what the lady says?!”

“Enlighten me.” Hoseok unlocked his door and you brushed passed him, walking backwards whilst you finished your rant.

“‘Alright, I understand. I wasn’t told that.’” There was utter rage in the way you tossed your bag onto the sofa. “You’re lucky you were working the register tonight.”

Hoseok laughed and opened his refrigerator. “You sound like you need some alcohol. What will it be?”

“Anything strong. I’m so over tonight.” You laid on the suede cushions and rubbed your temples. You were grateful for having a job and a place to stay, but nights like these made you want to throw in the towel and purchase a ticket home.

“Here you go my lady—jack and coke.” Hoseok placed the caramel colored glass bottle on his coffee table along with a liter of soda. Alcohol was very much needed.

Hoseok switched on the tv and joined you on the sofa after pouring up a shot for the both of you. After a quick toast, you weren’t sure how much more shots you took after that. Hoseok handled his liquor better than you and there had been multiple times where you called him to escort you back to your dorm because of one too many drinks.

Your body felt light and your vision was a bit hazy, but you were still aware of what was going on. You were crouched beside Hoseok who looked interested in whatever was playing on the tv. He went from pouring up shots to mixing the drinks so that you could slow down on your drinking.

Hoseok was an excellent friend, someone who you could rely on and someone you could flirt with shamelessly without it being weird. There was no doubt in your mind that you found him attractive, but nothing ever pushed you to want to start anything with him.

“Hoseok.” You breathed out. “Can you get me a shirt to wear? I feel hot in this stupid long sleeve shirt.”

He snickered and ruffled your already tousled hair. “Anything for you.”

Five minutes hadn’t pass and Hoseok was already returning with a t-shirt in one hand and something that appeared to be a polaroid.

“I grabbed one of my shirts from on top of my dresser and this fell from beneath it. I’m assuming it’s yours?” He sat down and handed you the photo. You stared at the photo for no longer than ten seconds and you easily recognized the boy sitting beside you.

The picture was taken about two years ago considering the color and length of your hair. The boy in the photo was much taller than you and had faded blond hair and deep dimples. He had one arm draped over your shoulders and the other was holding a can of beer. You recognized the background and knew it was taken during a family party at your house.

“This, my friend, is Kim Namjoon.” You spoke slowly.

“Ex-boyfriend?”

“Oh god, ew! No, no, no.” You reeled back, disgusted. “He’s my best friend back at home.”

Hoseok nodded at stared at you gazing fondly at the picture. “Did you like him?”

“Not romantically.” You laughed. “He and I are extremely close and I haven’t seen him in two years. We contact each other from time to time, but he’s always busy with music.”

Hoseok snatched the photo out of your hand and intensely stared it. You studied his facial expression, but the alcohol was making it difficult to stay focused.

“Are you sure you two never dated? Because you guys look good together.” Hoseok placed the photo on the table and took a long sip from his cup.

“Hmm, is Jung Hoseok jealous that I have another guy friend that I’m close with?” You teased, hooking your arm around his.

“N-No. Of course not.”

You squinted at him and giggled. “Needn’t worry, my love. You have nothing to be jealous of. Sure, Namjoon is my best friend and all but I want to put him in a chokehold majority of the time.”

“Why is that?”

“He’s way too touchy-feely with me.” You huffed and took a sip of your alcohol.

Your mind was flooded with both sober and drunken memories of evenings with Namjoon lying on his bed or in your living room when no one was home. The memories made you shudder, causing you to tank the rest of your drink.

“So you two were also friends with benefits?” Hoseok asked shyly.

“Nope. No sex, absolutely no sex.” You slurred. “Just… touching each other.”

He cocked an eyebrow at your and honestly, this was a topic you never spoke about, not even to your roommate but you put all the blame on the alcohol for making you feel risqué.

“He’d always want to touch my chest or make me touch his, you know.” Hoseok averted his gaze from you and nodded his head. You caught the adorable soft hue of pink of his cheeks and it only made you want to continue to spill your secret.

“The first time it happened, I adamantly refused to touch him and I didn’t speak to him for a week.” You laughed and scooted even closer to Hoseok. “After a while, I didn’t mind him touching me or me touching him. The moment never really lasted long anyway because despite how things were going, there was a line that he never crossed. Plus, he always complimented my chest.”

Hoseok was now staring at you, wide eyed and mouth agape. It was the alcohol’s fault for making you think that Hoseok looked extremely cute gawking at you. You were supposed to be feeling embarrassed about exposing yourself, but instead you felt confident about and encouraged Hoseok to ask questions if he wanted to.

“H-Has things ever almost gotten out of hand?” He whispered.

You swam through your thoughts trying to recall any moments where things were taken too far. “Hm, besides the usual touching, the farthest Namjoon and I ever went was probably me straddling him in his bed or kissing him just once when we were drinking.” You released Hoseok to pour yourself a shot and surprisingly, he didn’t stop you. “Oh! Or having his mouth around my nipples but that’s about it.”

“So he’s never uh-um—he never—“ Hoseok choked. It was obvious that asking personal questions about your somewhat sex life was making him nervous because you two never shared any details. The only things that were ever spoken between you two were I got laid last night or I think she wanted the D. Nothing ever explicit ever left your mouths in front of each other, but of course, you were feeling risky.

“Never what? Eat me out?” You smiled slyly at him. His face blushed crimson at your words and slowly nodded his head.

“Nope and just in case you’re wondering, I’ve never given him a blow job either.”

The room grew silent and while you nonchalantly sat in place, Hoseok fiddled with his glass and continuously cleared his throat. Was Hoseok always this adorable? Because all you wanted to do was kiss away the nervous look on his face.

“W-Wow. I didn’t think you were that kind of girl.” He was trying to relax by leaning back on the sofa, but he caught your gaze and quickly looked back to the tv.

“Neither did I, but he’s the only guy I’ve ever done that kind of stuff with and it seemed casual—I don’t know. It isn’t weird to me.” You leaned away from Hoseok to put one of your legs on top of his thighs. He flinched at the contact and you couldn’t help but laugh at his cute reaction to something so simple.

Hoseok’s attention remained on the tv and you couldn’t stop staring at him. You always thought he was attractive, but it never came to the point where you had the sudden urge to climb onto his lap. Your body felt warmer and it wasn’t because you didn’t change into the other t-shirt, but because of remembering the feeling of Namjoon’s hands roaming all over your body. You glanced down at Hoseok’s hands that were resting on the denim covering his thighs. Would he want to touch you as much as you wanted to feel him? The thought of straddling his thighs and lacing your hands into his cherry red locks made your heart race. You felt bold and you weren’t sure how Hoseok would react, but fuck it, it wouldn’t hurt to try.

“Hey.” You said softly and sat up to gently rest your hand above his knee. “Do you want to try it too?”

Hoseok whipped his head to your direction. You loved the shocked look on his face, so you slid your hand up slightly higher. You watched as his breathing pattern grew quicker and more jagged at your touch. You didn’t want to force him, but deep down you wanted him to say yes.

“I-I don’t know, y/n. I—“ You watched silently as his eyes trailed from your eyes down to your lips. “But I’m not Namjoon. I-I can’t—“

With the way Hoseok was staring at you, you could tell he was practically undressing you with his eyes.

“I don’t care.” You whispered dangerously against the shell of his ear.

“You sure?” The wavering tone of his voice changed to something darker. His words struck a chord inside of you and pushed you to lift yourself up and settle your knees on either side of his thighs. One of your hands crept up to the back of his neck and the other to hold his face.

“Touch me, Hoseok.”

The seductive tone of your voice shook Hoseok down to his core. His hands disappeared from his sides and hesitantly crept up behind your thighs. You cursed yourself for not changing out of your pants as soon as you got home because you craved to feel the warmth of his skin against yours. You pressed your lips inches away from his ear and whispered, “touch me more.”

In an instant, you were now lying beneath Hoseok who had lust glazed over his eyes. Just as you did, he leaned down only inches away from touching your lips with his. “You do realize what you’re asking from me, right?”

“Yes.” You breathed, trying to close the distance between your faces but Hoseok smirked and pulled back.

“You’re a little drunk don’t you think?”

You huffed and reached as far as your could to unbuckle Hoseok’s belt. The room spun a little and your body a lot hotter, but his face was in focus ane you knew exactly what you wanted.

“I’m not drunk, Hoseok.” You said sternly. “I want you.”

That was all it took for Hoseok to dip down and capture your lips with his. The kiss was sloppy yet controlled. His mouth was hot and you tasted the trace of whiskey mixed with cola. The taste was intoxicating and with the way he licked the inside of your mouth and nipped at your bottom lip, your senses were going crazy.

Hoseok supported himself with one beside your head and worked to undo the first couple buttons of your top to expose the light pink patterns of your bra. He kissed your mouth and trailed down your neck, sucking lightly to elicit whimpers from you. The journey from your neck to the valley of your breasts felt excruciatingly long. He teased you by slowly kissing your skin and blowing a breath of air onto the wet area. If he were to keep moving at this pace, you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

“Hoseok, hurry up.” You panted.

He looked up and kissed you square on your mouth. He then unbuttoned the rest of your shirt and pulled you up to have you flush against his body.

“Patience, y/n. It’s not everyday I get to have my hands on a pretty roommate.” The smirk he flashed you made you squeeze your thighs together.

Your shirt and bra were soon discarded and he had you leaning back on your elbows, letting out broken chants of his name as he circled his tongue around your nipple. Whenever things went down with Namjoon, your body automatically got excited, but the feeling was on another level with Hoseok sucking on your body. Maybe it was because he wasn’t Namjoon or maybe because it was with someone you never thought of doing sexual actions with, but you were overwhelmed with arousal and your mind was clouded with nothing but thoughts of Hoseok.

He released your nipple and attacked your neck with wet kisses. His slender fingers gently dragged themselves down the exposed flesh of your stomach. He traveled lower to the button of your jeans and popped it open in one swift motion.

“This has to go.” Hoseok whispered hotly in your ear. He sat up to slide your jeans off your legs and of course, he made sure to take your panties off with it.

Your core was soaked just by Hoseok leaving kisses all over your body. He stared at your with hungry eyes and peeled off his shirt realizing that you were the only one naked. It was your first time seeing his body this close and you were, no doubt, impressed. His body was toned and it looked perfect to leave little marks all over. Unknowingly, you licked your lips and Hoseok caught you. He laughed and knelt down between your knees.

“Like what you see?” You nodded, eyes never leaving his. “You said that Namjoon never ate you out.” Your stomach tightened as Hoseok made himself comfortable between your legs. He hooked his arms around your thighs and pressed his tongue flat against your entrance and licked upward in a torturous pace. “It’s such a shame. He doesn’t know how good you taste.”

“Mm, Hoseok..” you moaned, resting a hand in his hair.

Hoseok leaned back in, licking another stripe from your entrance to your clit. You bit back a moan as he continued eat you out, grip on your thighs tightening the more you moaned his name. You felt one of his fingers trace your core and right when you were going to beg, he slid his finger into you.

You sighed in bliss at the feeling, but the sigh quickly morphed into a pleasured moan as he wasted no time in fingering you. He slid another finger into you and sucked on your clit, making your stomach tighten even more.

With the way your gripped his hair and the breathy moans you let out, Hoseok knew you were at your limit. He quickened his pace and your toes were curling in pleasure as he continued to push you closer to your release.

Strings of curses and choked up pleas of Hoseok’s  name filled the air as you came. Your thighs were shaking as he kissed your skin, whispering the sweetest compliments. You couldn’t remember a time you came that hard with Namjoon or with anybody at this point.

Hoseok sat up to cup your face and mold his lips against yours. Unlike the previous kisses, this was a lot more gentle. The alcohol flavor was now faint and you were now able to taste the addicting sweet notes that were entirely Hoseok. He began to pull back, but you softly bit on his bottom lip and whined wanting to kiss him more. He cracked a smile against your mouth and gave you one more proper kiss before fully pulling back.

Hoseok held your face gently in his hands and kissed your forehead. You wanted him so bad and you were hoping he wasn’t going to stop just because he made you cum. Your heart pounded in your chest and you looked him dead in the eyes, “I want you, Hoseok.”

He smirked and fiddled with the button of his jeans in between his fingers. “Want what?”

You furrowed your brows a bit, obviously impatient from coming down from your high. You forgot all sense of control as you sat up on an elbow and reached over to undo his button yourself.

“Fuck. Me. Jung. Ho. Seok.” Lust dripped from each syllable and he wasted no time in attacking your neck with sloppy kisses. The rough feeling of his denim jeans rubbing against your soaking core was a different sensation, but nonetheless, turned you on even more.

He broke away from you completely and you missed his warmth. You watched him as he fumbled with his jeans, pulling them down his legs along with his boxers. His already hardened member sprung out and you were honestly surprised. You never imagined Hoseok naked and the sight of his toned body right in front of you felt like a dream.

Hoseok settled himself in between your legs with his cock just barely grazing over your center. Your breathing became jagged as you waited for him to enter you, but instead, he slowly ran his length in between your slick folds.

“Are you sure?” He asked and you quickly nodded.

“We’re currently roommates and once this happens, things could get awkward.” Those words sunk in for a split second because he was right. Doing this could ruin your friendship with Hoseok and you didn’t want that. He was an important person to you and you couldn’t imagine not being friends with him anymore because you had sex with him.

Or who knows, what something more than friendship sparks after this happens. Honestly, you were hoping for that option.

“Please,” you begged quietly. “Fuck me.”

Not even a second later, Hoseok prodded his tip at your entrance. You screwed your eyes shut at the feeling of him pushing into you, stretching you with his length. A low grunt rumbled in his throat, making you open your eyes to face him.

“You feel amazing.” He sighed, pulling himself about halfway out of you and then thrusting back into you.

Breathless pants left your lips and you gently dug your fingernails into his shoulders. Compliments from Hoseok raised goosebumps on your skin; constantly telling you how beautiful you were and how amazing you felt. He had one hand gripping your waist and the other held your face as you sucked on his fingers.

The pace Hoseok set was just right, making your toes curl in pleasure and the ragged pattern of your breathing made Hoseok want to fuck you harder. He grasped your leg and slung it over his shoulder to push deeper into you. A choked out moan dripped from your lips and Hoseok swore it was one of the most beautiful things he ever heard.

“Ah—ah! F-Fuck! Hoseok—h-harder..” You managed to say as clear as you could. The same tense sensation began to bubble in the pit of your stomach. All you needed was Hoseok to not stop so you could find your release.

He bucked his hips and granted your wish, fucking you into the cushions of his sofa. Your leg slid down to hang over his forearm and in that position, he hit your sweet spot perfectly. Your moans grew louder at the feeling of Hoseok pulling out and roughly slamming back into you.

“Cum for me, y/n. I want to hear you cum again.” He whispered seductively in your ear. His words only weighed in more pressure in your gut. Your arms made their way to his back. You needed something, anything, to hold onto with the way he was fucking you.

“Fuckfuck—Hoseo—ah—“ A sentence was barely formed as you felt yourself at the brim of cumming. You clawed at his sweaty back and arched your own, overwhelmed at the pleasure shooting throughout your body.

Hoseok kissed and sucked on your neck, constantly telling you how much he loved listening to you cum. He slowed down for your sake, letting you catch your breath. You were certain you were going to feel pain in your hips tomorrow morning, but god, you never felt this good.

“Just a little longer, okay?” Hoseok gave you another kiss and tugged at your thighs to bring you closer to him. You nodded and winced in pleasure because he was still hard inside of you.

“Am I being selfish for being happy that your friend didn’t see you like this?” He questioned with a sly smirk. He pumped into you slowly, making sure you felt every inch of him.

“N-No,” you sighed. “I’m glad it’s—ah—it’s y-you.”

Hoseok failed to hide the smile that bloomed across his face. He leaned down to kiss your jawline, “I might want to do this again, you know?” Hoseok sped up his pace a bit just to hear you moan louder. “Will you let me?” At those words, his movements easily went back to his rough pace he had earlier and your answer was replaced with a delicious plea of his name. “Please say yes.”

“Yes, Hoseok, yes,” you said with no hesitation. Hoseok’s thrusts became rougher and it was obvious that he was close to his limit as well. The sound of skin slapping against skin intensified and the repeated chants of each other’s names remained in the atmosphere.

Not long after, Hoseok choked out a whisper of your name before pulling out and spilling his cum onto your stomach. As he jacked himself off, you pulled him down by his neck to kiss him. You played with his tongue with your own and gently bit his lip. He gave you a sweeter kiss after he finished and instructed you to stay lying down. He scooped up his boxers and walked into his kitchen.

You laid there, still trying to catch your breath. The apartment was quiet except for the sound of faucet in the kitchen turning on. You were so sure that Hoseok fucked the alcohol out of you because the room wasn’t blurry and your vision was clear.

Hoseok returned with a warm rag and a glass of water. He wiped his cum off of your stomach and helped you sit up to take a drink of water. It wasn’t necessary, but he even helped you put on the shirt he got you when you started drinking.

“Sorry about your back.” You whispered shyly. Hoseok tried to whip his head around to take a good look, but it was obviously impossible to so it by himself. You chuckled and took a quick photo with your phone. There were long red marks dragging down to his mid-back and even small crescents behind his shoulders; thankfully it wasn’t deep enough for it to start bleeding.

“Nah, it’s alright. You sounded like you were enjoying it all, so…” Hoseok side eyed you with a smirk and you playfully shoved him with your foot. He quickly grasped your ankle and began to lightly graze the sole of your foot with his fingernails. Your laughter was also laced with screaming and begging him to stop tickling you. It felt as if it was going on for hours when it was happening for less than a minute. To your favor, he finally obliged and joined you on the sofa.

Before Hoseok parked himself back in between your legs, he remembered to help you put on your underwear. Even after everything that happened, you weren’t sure why you felt shy as he dressed you. He had seen your completely naked and yet you were embarrassed when he was putting some of your clothes on.

Hoseok wrapped his arms around your middle to rest his head above your stomach. Your hands automatically tangled themselves in his slightly damp hair. The world seemed to stop for that moment and the only thing that mattered was the boy resting in between your thighs.

“I was being serious about what I said, y/n.” He suddenly spoke, tilting his head to meet your eyes.

You brushed back his hair and his eyes fell closed at your touch. “I know. I was too.”

You caught the corners of his lips stretch upward before burying his face in the shirt. Your hands remained in his hair, gently massaging his scalp. It was crazy how the world worked because was probably the last person you would have slept with—not in a bad way, more so because you enjoyed your friendship with him.

You never realized how relaxing it was to have Hoseok so close to you. Stroking his hair and grazing his shoulder blades was almost therapeutic. It was crazy how perfectly your bodies molded together and how you felt this wave of comfort lying there with him.

“...summer…” Hoseok mumbled into the fabric.

“Hm?” You angled your head to check if he was talking in his sleep. At first, his eyes appeared closed but you noticed him blink. He removed one arm from under you to place his chin on his palm and he held you tighter with the other. You couldn’t help but smile at him with the way he gazed at you; almost like a gaze of longing.

“This is going to be an interesting summer.”

another side note: the part where y/n talks about the experience with nj is a true story LOL. no im not a fwb with my friend. we did not have sex. we only touched each other, but nothing more than that. reminder that only the stuff with namjoon is a true story. huhu. /face palms/

♡ rae

#bangtan boys #bts #bts scenarios #jhope scenarios #jhope smut #jhope #hoseok #wut #here i go again writing smut LOL #lawd gzuz halp #sunshine #rae writes

[lordofthebigtimesupernatural]

Ima ask on anon bc I'm shy af but can I ask for a one shot of Keef tellin Shiro he's engaged? (like years down the line in life) To the dork Lance? For the Dad au? I can only live through so much angst. I had to watch a bby!voltron speedpaint 2day !!

Hi there nonny! I hope this isn’t too late for you! Aww, I hear you there. Sometimes we need some more fluff (I  love me some angst and it seems like a lot of you all do too :)) And this is very cute! So I’m guess this is like a sequel to this oneshot, but it’s an AU of the single dad Shiro AU bc no set pairings here but it was cute. I hope the speedpaint was super adorable and enjoy! I love when you nonnies send in great asks.

x.V.x

              It wastoo early to think coherently.

              Lancewished he had gotten coffee first.

              He really wished he had gotten coffee. Itwas too early to be awake.

              But herehe was. Awake and sitting in the terminal of an airport with a little old lady,trying to connect to the world-wide web via a worldwide travel book, a lonelyman asleep with half an omelet still on his plate, and a pile of gum wrappersthat didn’t even get close to making it in the trash can. The airport terminalwasn’t busy by any means, but Lance was still pleasantly surprised at how manypeople were here at five-fifty in the morning. Here and awake.

              At leasthe wasn’t the only one who was barely able to form thoughts and maneuverhimself into a waiting chair, after he had watched a man about twice his agerun straight into a pillar in the wall. Earlier, a woman had almost taken amorning dip into the fountains. It was safe to say that these people probablyweren’t morning people either.

              When was the last time you wokeup this early? Middle school? Lance groaned, leaning back into his chair.He rubbed his eyes tiredly and glanced over to where Shiro and the others weresnoozing in their chairs. At least he wasn’t the only one suffering at thishour. Lance glanced back up at the time board that lay above their waitingarea.

              Flight 201CA has landed.

              Oh yeah.

              Keithwas coming home.

              Afterfive years of service, Keith was finally coming home for good. No more havingto go back. No more training others. No more emergency service. Keith hadfulfilled his time in the military, paid many prices for it, and he was finallycoming home.

              Lancehad nearly sobbed at learning that his boyfriend of seven years was going to becoming home. Shiro had actually cried (There were tear marks all over Keith’sletter, but that was okay, Lance wasn’t about to ruin the father’s moment).Everyone was more than a little excited about welcoming Keith home, and soon awelcoming party had gone underway under the supervision of Pidge and Coran.Which was not a good idea.

              Shiro andLance both knew that Keith wouldn’t want a big party, but while Shiro wanted tostop the party and keep everyone from overwhelming Keith, Lance didn’t see theharm in getting Keith out. After all alot of people had missed him while he was gone. Shiro and Lance had arguedfor a bit about Keith’s party, but eventually Lance won after insisting thatKeith should realize how loved hewas.

              He’dnever seen his boyfriend’s father so awed before.

              Hopefully soon-to-be father-in-law.

              Theheavy weight of a small box in Lance’s pocket suddenly felt much heavier thanever before. His heart rate speed up and soon enough, any trace of sleep wasgone and Lance was wide awake. Unlike his companions. For a split second, Lancewas quite jealous of how his friends could sleep through this waiting period.As if the rest of their lives didn’t rest on the sole moment of Keith walkingthrough those gates, ready to determine how their futures would end – oh wait,that only affected him. Right.

              To befair though, none of them even knewwhat plans Lance had made for when Keith came in today. Not even Shiro, whichmay or may not have been a good idea.Guess I’ll find out soon. Lance thought nervously as he looked down at hiswatch for the millionth time this morning.

              He wasso busy lost in thought and thinking about the impending future, that Lance andthe others had failed to notice when people had entered into the waiting areafrom the gates and were now walking towards them. In fact, none of them noticeduntil a pair of brown combat boots had stopped in Lance’s line of sight and avoice chuckled.

              “Guys?”

              “Keith!” Of course, Shiro was the firstto shoot out of his chair, awake in less than a second (damn, Lance needed tolearn how to do that). Lance looked up in time to see the others awakening at aslower pace, but with smiles all around and saw Shiro making a break for hisson.

              Keith,in his uniform with that especially tight black shirt and those loose cargopants with two sets of dog tagshanging around his neck, smiled tiredly at his father before dropping his bagto the ground. He easily caught his dad into a hug, standing at an impressive two-inchtaller height than Shiro before pulling a surprised Shiro up into the air.

              “Dad!”Keith laughed when Shiro gawked. “It’s so good to be home.” Shiro was surprisedfor only another second before scowling playfully at his son.

              “Whatthe hell are they feeding you there, where did my little child go?” He whinedbefore ruffling Keith’s hair (which had finally grown back out to the familiarmullet he used to have). Keith chuckled and set his father on the ground,before the two embraced in a much tighter and more heartfelt hug. Lance and theothers could feel their eyes beginning to grow misty as Keith and Shiropractically hung onto each other for several long minutes. All around thempeople were watching and smiling at the small display, sharing happy commentswith one another, to which Keith and the rest of them ignored mainly.

              Eventually,Keith and Shiro pulled back, both with wet eyes and bright smiles, as Shirogently pat Keith on the back.

              “I’m sohappy you’re home. Shiro whispered before letting go of Keith’s hand.

              “Imissed you too dad.” The twenty-three-year-old grinned at his dad beforeturning to Lance and the others. Lance was the first to leap at Keith, jumpingright into his arms (Ha, he was stilltaller than Keith and Shiro) and pressing a full-on kiss right onto Keith’smouth. Keith blinked in surprise but caught Lance without a struggle andeventually melted into the kiss. The two lovers could hears some clapping andcheers all around them but ignored it in favor or holding on to each other fora few moment’s longer. Lance felt tears dripping down his face and he blushedin embarrassment, though to be fair it had been almost 13 months since he’dlast seen his boyfriend in person.

              EvenShiro was clapping from behind them.Looks like I’ve gotten dad’s approval after all. Hopefully he won’t try to killme after today.

              WhenLance and Keith finally broke apart, Lance rest his forehead against Keith,looking into those beautiful blue eyes he’d memorized after nineteen years.

              “Heybabe.” Lance grinned crookedly, drying his eyes while Keith snorted.

              “Thatwas quite a greeting Lance.” Keith huffed, but Lance could see the love andamusement in Keith’s eyes as he continued to hold Lance against him. Lancegrinned.

              “I’m allabout the big show stopper babe. Go big or go home.” Lance winked before givingKeith another peck on the lips, who happily closed his eyes at the kiss, andhopped out of Keith’s arm. His heart was hammering like a drum in his chest andthe small box in his pocket felt like a giant weight. Nervously he wiped hishands against his jeans.

              “I’vemissed you. Kissing your sleeping face on a computer screen just doesn’tmeasure up to the real deal.” Lance joked, causing Keith to laugh in thatadorable way where he sounded like he was too embarrassed to be laughing. It waslaugh that always make Lance’s heart stop.

              “I’vemissed you too.” Keith said sincerely and brushed some of Lance’s hair out ofhis eyes. Lance swallowed heavily and his fingers itched for the box in hispocket. This is the perfect moment. Do itnow. “Except for when you hog all the blankets. I did not miss that.”

              Okay, so maybe not now because that wasrude.

              Keithlaughed at Lance’s pout and Shiro snickered from behind them. Rude.

              “Hey don’thog Keith! Let us say hello!” Pidge finally smacked Lance’s arm and shoved himaside just before Keith was attacked by Hunk and Pidge with everyone elsehanging behind them. Keith laughed happily and accepted the hugs and high-fivesfrom everyone. He gently gave Hunk a pat on the back when he started bawling inKeith’s arm. He accepted the manly hug from his grandpa and gave his grandma akiss on the cheek. Keith accepted Allura’s scolding for making them all worrybefore hugging her and narrowly avoided a long-winded story about Coran’s timein his youth with young love. From the side, Lance watched this all with lovingeyes finding himself falling more and more in love with this man, even afterseven years of being together.

              Do it now. Now it the perfect chance.

              Lancenervously licked his lips, as his hands dug into his pocket. He thumbed thesmall box in his pocket and eyed Keith.

              Do it.

              Lancegripped the box tightly with sweating fingers. Shiro glanced over.

              Do it.

              As Lancepulled the box out from his pocket, his heart hammered heavily in his chest andShiro’s eyes widened.

              DO IT.

              “Eat food with me forever?!”Lance had suddenly shot out before Shiro could open his mouth, right in frontof Keith (in front of everyone) before taking a knee and thrusting the smallbox unromantically towards Keith.

              Theairport was dead silent.

              Keith’seyes were as wide as the moon and he stared at Lance with his mouth open. Thesilence etched on as Lance was frozen in horror. Did I just propose like an idiot?! He could hear Pidge and Alluratrying to hide their snickers while Hunk was sobbing again. Still Keith saidnothing and Lance’s heart shook.

              “W-what?”He finally squeaked, and normally Lance would have teased the hell out of himfor his tiny mouse voice but he probably was seconds away from passing out.

              “Er, um,marry me?” Lance tried again before mentally slapping himself. How was that any more romantic than before?Keith blinked again.

              “Is thisa joke?” Keith’s face suddenly grew hot and a heavy blush spread over hischeeks. Lance thought it was adorable.

              “No!Fuck, I bought a ring and everything see?!” Lance thrust the box back at Keithbefore realizing that the lid was closed.Oh. Quickly he opened the lid with shaking fingers and presented the ring toKeith.

              “Whatthe?” Keith gawked and stared at the silver band with intricate diamonds andstones that represented his birth month. He blinked again, this time feelinghot tears behind his eyes. The ring was stunning. It was hard, simple but itwas beautiful too with stones that Keith always mentioned were pretty to Lance. He remembered. It wasn’t too masculineor too feminine. It was perfect.

              Keithwas mortified.

              “Youidiot.” Keith sniffled before gripping Lance’s collar ad hauling him to hisfeet. Lance swallowed thickly, thinking he had somehow messed up. “You couldn’twait until we were home?! Or when I wasn’t so tired, I could barely say my ownname?!” Keith sniffled again and Lance frowned. Was that a yes?        

              “Er, areyou gonna marry me or not? ‘Cause you’re not making much sense.” Lance laughednervously and Keith rolled his eyes.

              “That’sbecause it’s six in the fucking morning, and I got two hours of sleep.” Keithrolled his eyes with a snort. “And my stupid boyfriend thought it would be niceto propose to me, while I was dead on my feet, he was exhausted and hungry instead of during a nice quietdinner or at home.”

              “I can,uh, do it over again? If you want?”            

              “No,give me that goddamn ring. This is perfect.”

              Lanceblinked once. Twice. Three times before Keith finally pulled him in for a deeploving kiss. There was no battle for dominance, no tongue lashing ordesperation. But rather it was full of love, passion and promises for their future.

              Theairport exploded with the sounds of screaming cheers, sobbing and clapping whenLance and Keith finally pulled away. Lance eagerly pulled off one of Keith’sglove before slipping the ring on his finger. A perfect fit.

              Keithand Lance both stared at the ring, with goofy and tired smiles.

              “I loveyou.” Keith whispered, eyes staring into Lance’s and Lance broke into a huge grin.

              “I loveyou too.” The two broke apart when everyone else came rushing towards the newlyengaged couple to give their congratulations. Keith happily accepted all hugsfrom everyone, while Lance did the same. Eventually, Lance felt a familiar metalhand grab his shoulder and his stomach dropped. He turned around to face Shiro,who wore an unreadable expression on his face.

              “Shiro,sir, I know I should have asked for your hand in marriage and talked to youfirst –” Lance babbled nervously.

              “Youshould have.” Shiro said and Lance swallowed. He was then pleasantly surprisedwhen Shiro pulled him into a bone crushing hug. “Thank you for making him sohappy. Welcome to the family, Lance and please take care of my son.” Shirowhispered into Lance’s ears and the tears were falling again on Lance’s face. He clutched at the back of Shiro’s jacketbefore burying his face into the shirt.

              “Thankyou Shiro. I promise to take care of him for the rest of our lives.”

              “Thankyou.”

x.V.x

              “I hopeyou don’t mind that I gave dad my dog tags.” Keith said when he and Lance werefinally alone in their house. Hiseyes continuously wandered back to his ring every few minutes and Lance foundthat absolutely adorable. Keith might not be the most verbal about his appreciationbut Lance wouldn’t be with him otherwise if that was the only reason he’d wantto love him.

              “Nah, Ifigured you were going to.” Lance admitted with a smile. He remembered that momentwhen Shiro and Keith started cryinglike babies. Shiro’s tags were still resting against Keith’s pale chest, fullof new scars.

              “I wasalways going to give them to him. It only felt right.” Keith said softly. “Evenwhen we got together, I knew I was going to give them to him. After everythingI put him through.”

              “Heloves them Keith. He loves you. Don’t worry about anything else.” Lance saidquickly before Keith could go into a guilt-filled rant about his time in the military.Keith never regretted his decision but he’d seen how much it had hurt hisfriends and family. He often took it out on himself for their pain. “I loveyou, okay. Besides, you’ve given me a muchbetter gift.” Keith frowned.

              “What?”

              “You’regonna be my husband.” Lance grinnedand snaked an arm around Keith’s waist. Keith squeaked at the touch andplayfully swatted at Lance’s arm. He snorted but allowed Lance to pull himclose into another soft kiss.

              “Mhm,yeah. I’m excited for our future. But Lance?”

              “Yeahbabe?”

              “There’sno way I’m going to be Keith McClain. You better get used to Lance Shirogane.”

#single dad shiro #single dad shiro AU #kiddie!AU #voltron legendary defender #klance #AU of this AU #thanks nonny #this was cute #Lance is a dork

[gengarfamily]

I still get reviews and messages sometimes about Don’t Take Forever, and whenever I’m sad I read through them and it makes me SO happy so I thought I’d share My Top DTF Moments and their origins.

Part One: Johto (slowburnhell)

so when I started writing this it was going to be a little cute oneshot collection of nice moments at various points in their journey (but then plot happened so) and all the plot fell together because I was obsessively listening to Lucy Rose at the time, specifically her song Little Brave (which actually gave the title, bc don’t take forever is like the chorus riff).

FAVE part of this chapter is the cafe scene in Olivine, where the foghorn jokes begin and May was crying but subtly doesn’t feel AS sad when she’s around him. The foghorn jokes that I get so much shit for now are from an irl conversation between me and a friend, when we used to give each other shit for our own bouts of seasickness, and he lived in a place where we needed boat transportation to see each other.

Other fave part is probably the hug in Blackthorn, because it makes me all squirmy and warm to think about, and it’s also my fave bit of the piano arrangement I did for this. anyway.

Big belief that Drew associates every single sunset he sees with May so obviously that’s why I kept writing her has wearing burnt orange I’m not sorry. AND OBVIOUSLY THEY KNOW EACH OTHERS BREAKFAST ORDERS THIS ISN’T EVEN A QUESTION.

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“Well you know, foghorns,” he shrugged, and she laughed harder. “They just call out to me.”

Part Two: Sinnoh (angst city)

I love lonely Drew. I LIVE for lonely Drew. Drew brooding and sulking and quietly repressing his emotions because he has more important things to focus on than just his girlfriend being far away; this is my aesthetic. I think my 100% top moment in this was probably catching Driftloom? I love Floroma Town and the windworks as an area in Sinnoh from way back when I first played D/P, I thought it was such a pretty place and if I lived anywhere in the Pokemon Universe it would DEFINITELY be there. 

Originally, I was going to write Drew’s mother as promising lots, and then ditching all the time. Sort of, she really wishes she could be a good mother but she’s just terrible at follow through and she can’t be counted on, so she was going to miss the final match and let him down or s o m e t h i n g, and I was going to have a bit of a stand off between Brendan and Drew, not over May, but over Marina and Drew’s dislike of her making Brendan super angry or SOMETHING. (I had a lot of vague ideas). In the end, I realized Marina was best left alone to be developed properly another time, because I always wanted to let her fall back into place with Jimmy. I also knew I wanted Karen to have some horrible bitterness to her, and some kind of “once mine, always mine,” mentality, so this idea of desperately clinging to her last chance of a good reputation seemed appealing.

Dawn and May in the coffee shop and Dawn yelling loudly about May’s feelings to embarrass her in front of Drew’s Dad is everything that matters to me. Also, I gave May an astigmatism because if you tell me that’s a girl who can see 100% you’re telling me a lie. ALSO DREW AND MAX SHOULD BE BEST FRIENDS that’s all.

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“Drew likes to make you think he’s cool,” Max informed them dutifully, pushing his glasses up his nose a little, “but it’s a lie. It’s a well thought out, calculated lie. This is part of the lie. Never forget, he is in fact a weenie.”

Part Three: Hoenn (1)

I live for the Christmas section here. I wanted to set them up as companions, that even though they traveled separately they were a unit and they were a partnership and what better environment than navigating a family christmas? Caroline and Drew as a friendship means EVERYTHING to me. And anyone who has spoken to me for more than three seconds knows that I have a LOT of feelings about Norman and May, but I’ll talk about that in the next section.

#letpaulappreciatecontests2k17

Shout out to this section for Max, who introduces Drew as top coordinator and full time weenie when he battles Norman. This is the most frequently commented upon moment when I get messages and reviews, and it means so much to me that you seem to share my terrible sense of humor. 

the bit where May does Drew’s tie because she’s used to league functions with her family and Drew is just a sarcastic mess was completely improvised because I had just realised that I would have to cut Hoenn into two parts, and I was naive and thought I’d need padding. I thought I might take it out when I realised HOW LONG Hoenn p2 ended up being but it’s now my fave bit of fluff in the whole thing, so. you know. have at it. and it also kind of hints at the whole sexual tension part of their relationship that gets addressed in part four so here just take it you sinners

The whole phone cliffhanger at the end was originally going to go somewhere SO MUCH MORE DEEP and have this horrible plotline where Drew’s parents had a huge thing and Matthew tried to reach May to talk to Drew before Karen could but I decided it was best to Leave Drew Alone for a while.

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“Gross,” Marina commented sagely. “You’re that couple. The ‘oh we just... you know, spent a few weeks drifting around Sinnoh, on a whim. No big deal. We’re so in love, look how gross and happy we are’.”

Part Four: Hoenn (2)

Dawn as main rival is best main rival; obviously. I wanted a differing ~main~ person for M&D to come up against as a collective in every section at first, so it would start with Marina and then Brendan and then Dawn, but all with very differing kinds of rivalries. But then when Brendan stopped being an antagonist, and Karen and Matthew became the bulk of the issue in Sinnoh, much reevaluation happened and I wanted to talk about Drew’s relationship with Harley, so once M&D were together I wanted them to have their own conflicts as individuals and seperate battles to fight, and not lose them to some unified being that lost both of their personalities. I always wanted to have conflict between May and Norman, and definitely May and Solidad as well (again, p4) but once I figured out the Anti-Ikarishipping subplot and the difficulties I wanted Drew to have in that contest season, it made sense to pit him against Paul and Harley in different ways. Harley was a very aggressive rivalry and full of a lot of hurt on both sides, but with Paul I wanted it to be very passive. He was like a figure head for everything Drew had struggled with, and Dawn’s issue with Paul was supposed to mirror what could have happened with May and Drew if it had all gone Wrong.

cookieshipping was OBVIOUSLY going to be a part of this.

I desperately wanted some kind of conflict between Soledad and May, and originally it was going to be more around Soledad’s battling lul and her blaming May for that, and then also blaming her for Drew’s lul, and then all these negative feelings just sort of consuming her and snapping her, and while that doesn’t happen there’s an undercurrent of frustration that May caught her up and makes her a little dismissive but not to the point where she won’t prioritise her and Drew being happy? I guess. I like that their conflict ends up being nothing about coordinating, and nothing about their actual friendship, because they’re two very non-confrontational people, but two very emotionally intelligent people also, so their conflict all stems from an inability to agree with how Drew should process and how much they each individually care about him. Soledad dismissing May as overreacting felt natural because I felt May DID overreact while I was writing it, and with all the grand festival pressure I wanted that. Sometimes I wish I could rewrite it and make the underlying tensions a little clearer, because a lot of that is lost in the actual writing and it doesn’t come through the way I wanted it to, and it makes them all a little petty, but it can’t be helped now. (AKA: my biggest regret.)

I got a lot of people calling me out on the fact May and Drew had sex. in general, I feel like this chapter was both the weakest and the strongest in different ways, depending on what you’re looking for. I knew from the MOMENT I knew the plot that they needed to have that part of their relationship aired, because it’s such a natural and caring part of a lot of relationships and it didn’t seem right that they were becoming so emotionally firm and absolute with each other but were completely limited to little pecks on the cheek - it felt wrong with their characters when they’ve always been - even in the canon - so drawn to one another in a way that would so easily build to that, in the most respectful and caring of ways. anyway I wanted it to parallel their communication, so the more openly they talked with each other, the more physical they would be, in both mannerisms and in eventual actions. (I kept the scene PG so it’s all fine, I guess.)

I’ve gotten a few messages I’ve never publicly responded to about May and Norman and their relationship and where it comes from so here’s my official answer. : no. you’re wrong. it’s not me and my dad. congrats sherlock. I based it off moments in the ruby/sapphire game and the way May responds to him in the anime. Now, the relationship between them in An Adventurer is quite different, and I’ll cop to a part of that being my exploring my relationship with my dad. But it’s mostly manga references and a little bit of lingering tension from an unresolved relationship in DTF.

May and Dawn’s fight was the MOST FUN to write, and when I got to the last of Dawn’s pokemon I was legitimately like “okay so how many pokemon has she got left” and I was STUNNED because there were none, so I wrote that reaction into May’s numb-post-win feel.

The Elite Four part? mmmmmmmm. can’t possibly comment. maybe i’ll explain in the sequel. (COMING THIS SUMMER) *maybe* ((((oh god let me graduate)))))

#my writing #don't take forever #throwback #backstory #analysis #long post