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popponn · 7 months

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dating consultations. [nagi seishiro x f!reader]

notes: it's like 'wow feelings eh' read in elmo voice. then add my nagi phase and my recent obsession with childhood friend!nagi, it turns out like this. warnings: mentions (in a very unserious way) and (manga esque) depiction of break up at the end (not between you and nagi), mentions of bunch of break ups on your part, pinning, childhood friends + gaming buddies (?), obliviousness, post canon au, minor cursing. wo/ta/koi influenced this in some ways.

“Nagi Seishiro, listen to me,” you began.

“Don’t wanna,” Nagi replied, without lifting his head from his phone.

“So, I think my boyfriend broke up with me after finding out I spent money on gacha game,” you continued on, ignoring Nagi’s refusal. “I mean, sure, that's not a good financial decision. But hey, my husband gotta go home somehow and it's like an extra money that I already planned to spend anyway. Don't you get it?”

“No, I don't.”

“Exactly—but you see, I also think that he was honest, and what bothered him the most is because he found out that you and I play better in another game that he also played…” you trailed off at a sudden, more unpleasant that appeared in your mind. “…Seishiro, if I suddenly kick you out of the leaderboard’s number one spot, you will still be my friend right?”

“Nope,” Nagi replied without missing a beat. Like a rite of passage, you knew what came afterward would make you angry. “Your aim at FPS sucks way too much for that to happen.”

Immediately, you heaved out a short huff. You then threw your body over Nagi’s quickly, cuddling the soft blanket draped over him and enjoying the soft detergent scent left on it. Whining and protesting, you “Cheer me up, you brat! I raised you on my back since kindergarten and this is how you repay me?! We grew up in the same litter—spare some sympathy for me!”

(Seishiro found his whole body stiffening when you buried your face on his shoulder and pressed your chest towards his arm. Through the blanket, he could faintly feel your warmth and body. Five years ago, this would have been something he would brush off without batting an eye. Having crushes on oblivious childhood friends who only saw you as childhood buddies is hard—Seishiro noted dully.)

“Eh, why?” Nagi questioned back, blankly, focus still drilled on the PVP shooting game he was on. “This is your…how many breaks up it had been already?”

“…I know your social IQ is low, but can you stop rubbing salt over my wounds?”

“Anyway, don’t you think you break up way too often already to feel hurt?”

“…”

“…ah,” Nagi mindlessly cut the silence between the two of you. “That headshot was dirty.”

“…you are really bad at this whole cheering up thing,” you chided, sounding all too fond for it to have any effect at all. “And stop making me sound like some Whatpad bad boy.”

(From the corner of his sight, Seishiro saw a small smile etched itself on your lips. It was still too bittersweet for his liking, but at least after this—like always, as Seishiro had come to remember after all this time, without willing to—you would cheer up and stop talking about your nth ex. You wouldn’t sulk anymore and go on with whatever else except some guy who happened to be your ex.)

“Didn’t you say you want to be one, back in middle school?” Nagi questioned. “Also hurry up and log in, I need to grind for new artifacts.”

“That was middle school!” you screeched, feeling your whole head heating up due to some embarrassing flashbacks. “And you are still playing another game—I will log in later—”

“I’m done,” Nagi said, perfectly timed with the winning screen his phone displayed. “Log in. Hurry. Hurry.”

You glared dirtily at Nagi and his timing—or luck, whichever it was this time. “I hate you. Also, use Al-Haizen and Seno, I want the full ikemen academy team today.”

“Their synergy is shit.”

“And they are handsome. Your point?”

“I don’t wanna.”

“I will curse you with all defense and flat sub stat if you dare.”

“…that’s awful,” Nagi said, finally. His defeat was imminent from the start.

You sent him a wolfish smile, “And I’m still your only gaming buddy. Shush and just log in, big koala.”

“The one who is stuck on my back is you,” Nagi commented, while still following your words and changing his team before requesting to go to your map.

You laughed as you pressed your phone. With a certain brand of closeness laced in your voice, you protested, “Why are you this nosy with me? Last time I checked you are pretty obedient to Mikage, Isagi, and your captain.”

(Seishiro tried to process your words for a moment. To him, the answer has always been obvious in the way that both you and him even bothered to stick close to each other even as the two of you approached the age of twenty together. In how the one you told everything to is still him despite everyone in your life. In how if you ask, he will walk through the city just to pick you up after a terrible date and walk side by side to your home.)

Nagi stayed silent for a moment. From his side profile—adorable, handsome, yet still as baby-faced and familiar as ever—you could see how he was thinking. Then, he offered you an answer in a half-baked, dry tone, “…because it’s you?”

Once again, you laughed. Trying to swallow whatever odd beat his answer managed to draw from your heart deep and away from your face. “Gosh—watch your wording, Sei—oh, you are in already. Let’s go artifact farming! If it’s shitty let it just be Seishiro’s and not mine!”

As you hurriedly pressed your screen, you tried to not realize Nagi’s stare from your side.

You were not ready yet to admit whatever you felt for him was real. This was only a side effect of consecutive terrible break ups.

That was it and nothing else.

(”I don’t think I am the one you are in love with,” your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—told you gently. This was yet another same reason, just told to you in a gentler, more understanding way.

You could only watch him silently. You were confused, yet a part of you somehow managed to understand what he meant. However, you still couldn’t put what it was into words despite all that.

“..well, I don’t think you do it by purpose,” the man in front of you said with a nervous laugh. “…nonetheless, I’m rooting for the two of you. Don’t make him wait for too long, okay?”

Hearing that, even if you still couldn’t grasp much yet, you forced yourself to respond through your tears. “…I’m sorry...?”

“Don’t be. It should be me, really.” Ever the nice guy, your ex-boyfriend still smiled. “This is more of me saving myself from hurting in the future… just, think of it as me being bitter for being worse than you and that childhood friend of yours in that shooting game, okay?”

You laughed bitterly at that. Your crying hadn’t ceased yet, yet you managed out another reply, “Seriously? You are a shitty nice guy.”

Still smiling, your ex—a good friend, a gentle person, a diligent worker—gave you a chuckle that sounded guilty. “…sorry. I really hope we can still remain friends after this.”

“Of course. No way I’m letting go of a star student as a group project member just because of a breakup,” you joked, even if you were unsure of the future. Then, remembering how he is, you added, “And get your ugly mug off my sight now. We are breaking up—stop smiling, you bastard.”

“…well, then… should I… accompany you home…?”

“You are my ex now—no way, nice guy,” you shut him off quickly. Then, after a pause, it felt like an answer as you continued.

“…I will just call Nagi. Go away.”)

#bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock scenarios #bllk fluff #bluelock x reader #bllk nagi #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishirou #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro #nagi fluff #is this related to the other nagi fic? maybe but honestly not really #and also nagi is something as in this guy makes me fond but please do something about yourself. you worry me.#but this guy as the silently pinning childhood friend in concept is hilarious go nagi go boy

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missingmark · 1 year

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― who you gonna call? pt.1

the boys know they'll always have someone to call when they need them. that someone in question being you, luckily that feeling is more than mutual.

‧₊˚ matt x gn!reader

‧₊˚ warnings: light swearing, otherwise very very wholesome :)

‧₊˚ word count: 840

‧₊˚ pt.2 ( nick ) | pt.3 ( chris ) | masterlist

( 𝖒. ) ; you call him when it all feels like way too much

You had almost fallen asleep in Matt's car if it weren't for the enthusiastic rambling of your best friend next to you. One of his hands would sometimes leave the steering wheel to comb through his hair or emphasize his words with some sort of gesture. Your eyes, even half lidded, would follow his movement, your head against the window in the passenger seat

He had offered to pick you up from college after hearing how awful your day was.

"-and, I don't know what happened but Nick suddenly developed a weird obsession with Po from Kung Fu Panda, it's like all he talks about. Can you believe it? Chris has to leave the room any time it starts."

If you weren't so tired you would have giggled at his story, but any movement seemed to drain your energy even more and you were saving it up for having to peel yourself from the seat and walking into their home.

Matt insisted on assisting you, carrying you on his back into the house as he continued to talk.

"Yesterday I walked in on him reading an article called "25 inspirational Kung Fu Panda Quotes that will change your life forever" and when I tried to address it he just hissed at me. He hissed."

Chris looked up from his place on the couch, a smile forming on his face at the sight of the two of you. He, too, was forced to listen to your whining in the group chat about your hard day.

"Move," Matt muttered once he stood in front of his brother, turning around and letting you plop onto the couch with a small thud, your head landing in Chris' lap.

"Ouch! Dude, your head is heavy as fuck."

You opened one eye to glare up at him.

"Cuz it's full of knowledge, stupid."

"I highly doubt that, considering you literally sat through the wrong class today and didn't notice for the whole 50 minutes."

"How do you know that?!" You yelled, covering your face in embarrassment.

"Cuz you literally spammed us all about it in the group chat today, you goof."

"Oh god." You mumbled into your hands, not noticing the third brother also entering the room, leaning over the couch to offer you some of his sympathy.

"Why did I even want to become a film major, who put this insane stupid dummy-dumb idea into my head?!" You groaned, kicking your legs in frustration.

"Because you made a compilation of Nick falling down when we were in middle school and you called it your magnum opus," Chris recalled, stroking your head in sympathy.

"That was a pretty funny video," Matt mumbled under his breath.

"I should quit," You murmured only to be met with disagreement from your friends.

"Sure you're having a bit of a tough day, but you'll get through it," Nick tried to cheer you up, "You'll be done with college soon anyway."

"But if you want to take a bit of a break, we'll understand, maybe skip some classes tomorrow to get a good rest and-"

"That's a terrible idea, Chris! They already missed one of their classes today. If you skip you'll just be farther behind with the material."

Nick walked over to you, taking your hands in his as he looked deep into your eyes.

"A real warrior never quits," he smiled.

You almost smiled back.

"Po said that in the first Kung Fu Panda, but to be honest the second one is like-"

"Ok. I have to leave," Chris mumbled, lifting your head as gentle as he could despite the sudden spike in rage that was building up in him at his brothers words.

He walked towards the kitchen only for Nick to follow after him.

"What?! What's your problem with the panda? You hater!" Their voices grew faint. Only you and Matt being left at this point.

He walked over towards you, lying down on the couch too and pulling you into his chest.

"I believe in you. Never ever tell him I said this but Nick is right; don't quit, okay? Rest a bit now and I'll help you with your assignments once you wake up."

You grinned into his sweatshirt and let the tiredness finally take over your body.

i wrote this while watching schaffrillas production review kung fu panda 2.

i hope you enjoyed, luv u <3

#matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfiction #missingmark writes #real person fic #sturniolo triplets x you #nick sturniolo x yn #nick sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo fanfiction #nick sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #missingmark

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xxsycamore · 2 years

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XX 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓

► SYNOPSIS:

You go to see Napoleon at the police station, entering to the sight of him cleaning his gυn.

Naturally, it arouses your curiosity.

▍police officer!napoleon x afab!reader

▍rating: E (mdni)

▍tags: Gυn Kink; Bad Use of Police Equipment; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Deepthroating A GυN; and not just the gυn; deranged smut; Blow Jobs; Come Swallowing; Police Uniforms

▍cw: this fic contains usage of a (non-loaded) gυn for sexual purposes, so make sure to avoid reading if this makes you uncomfortable!

▍wordcount: 2,315

▍masterlist

▍a/n: Have you seen the new card? Well, this was my reaction to it. I decided to stick to what I said! Fuck the police am I right? I'll go hide somewhere now. Enjoy ❤

Entering the police station where your boyfriend works as of recently, you know the smile won't leave your face in the foreseen few minutes. For one, because seeing what his noisy bunch of colleagues are up to is always rising your spirits. The guys love you and you love them too - catching a glimpse of them bickering and pausing to greet you, you feel like you're walking through a rowdy share house rather than a police station.

"Congrats, Hondje. Your man sure is quite something to climb the ranks so fast."

To miss someone as large as Theo, you sure must be distracted - but your dreamy smile is quickly morphing into a pout as he tousles your hair. You raise a hand to smack his away but you give up and opt to just fix the ruffled mess he created. His teasing successfully heats up your cheeks at the mention of your boyfriend.

Napoleon was last to join the unit and is already its leader, in just a few months - today being his first day as one officially. Out of the whole palette of emotions surging in you varying from pride to astonishment, a huge portion of embarrassment is now added in the mix as well. You neglected to consider the unit's reaction - and the following teasing.

"Yeah, you know how he is… I don't even know if he was seriously trying for the position."

"Woah there, little bird." Another colleague of his, Arthur, gives your shoulder a pat - which you really prefer over the flirty arm-around-the-shoulder greeting he usually goes by, and winks at you. "Must be nice to have a girlfriend that strokes your ego even when you're not around, huh? That bastard."

"What- No, I didn't mean-"

Before you can defend yourself properly, Theo sighs and walks past the two of you and straight towards the exit, but not without glaring at Arthur.

"Stop talking shit and go clock in already. I'm out."

Arthur is successfully distracted, hands on his hips as he watches Theo's departure and yells an un-heartfelt goodbye at him while he's still in hearing range. Theo just waves behind his back, more at you than anything, and then he's gone. It's Arthur's turn to sigh now, maintaining the posture, and you can't help but think that they're just a liiitle bit alike in some aspects.

"He has the nights off this whole week, and for what? It should be saved for those of us who actually have a social life."

You find it humorous that Arthur laments the loss of another night spent surrounded by girls in a bar, critiquing Theo while actually, as you can recall, the two of them hit those bars together most of the time.

"Ah but not ALL of us have to be lonely." The mischievous glint in his deep blue eyes is unmistakable as he looks at you before you can try to verbalize some kind of sympathy, thus saving you from the white lie - but probably not for good. "Boss is waiting for you upstairs. In his new office."

Now, there are several important bullet points here to be structured, like what he called him, or the reminder that you'd have to change your usual route to the unfamiliar door instead, but the most exclamation marks stand after the statement that he's waiting for you. Well, yeah, it is the end of his shift and you didn't come here without shooting him a text beforehand, but you're a little too used to seeing him busying himself around the station instead, making himself useful to his best extent. You'll have to wait until after you bid Arthur goodbye to give your cheeks a well-needed little grounding pat each, so you hurry up with getting there.

"Uh-huh. Thanks for letting me know, Arthur. I better not keep him waiting."

***

"Knock knock." You announce your presence, seeing that the office door is wide open - but decide not to keep it that way, closing it from the inside once you step in. You don't want any nosy colleagues peeking in while you give your boyfriend a greeting kiss. Which you leap at him for, right away.

"Hey." He smirks, collecting you in his arms as he's half-seated at the edge of his desk. Inhaling the scent of his cologne that still sticks as strongly to his clothes as it does when he leaves in the morning, your eyelids close to take it better in. It's only when you open them again that you notice what exactly he put to the side earlier in order to give you a hug.

It's the base of his gυn, now set down next to its other parts as it's been taken apart. You faintly remember Napoleon performing a field strip in front of you in one of his early days at the station, and you know that it's done to facilitate cleaning. Which by all looks seems like what you interrupted right now.

Seeing where you attention escaped to, Napoleon lifts your chin with a single finger and nudges it his way, capturing your lips for a kiss. You nearly melt into it and are surprised that he's first to withdraw.

"I was just getting finished here." He maneuvers you to sit on his left thigh as he sits more steadily at the edge of the desk. You're left with no choice but to put your hands around his neck like a koala since he needs his two free to put the gυn together. You don't mind at all, it's a first class seat for the demonstration taking place in front of you.

You watch with avid interest as he picks up the small rag to clean a spot he missed on one of the dismantled parts, his eyes sharpening as he puts attention to the smallest of details with utter concentration.

"Now you go like this…" He begins the assembling, putting the barrel back into place, moving on to the next part and the next until they're all on their places, the process accompanied by occasional guiding words.

He chuckles, producing his trademark snrk noise as he usually does when you give him that sparkly enthusiasm-loaded gaze. He finds it amusing that something that’s an ordinary task for him can capture your interest like that.

"You that impressed, nunuche?"

You crinkle your nose at him in frown which just makes you more kissable in his eyes. He gives your lips a quick peck, gυn still in his hands just underneath your faces.

You lean in for a peck next, and just to play with him and take your revenge for being bullied, you duck and kiss the gυn instead of him.

He knits his brows in offence that is more a jest that anything, but he is interested in the game. He lifts the thoroughly cleaned gυn closer to your mouth and rubs your lips softly with the muzzle, with the intention to nudge your lower lip open so he can go for another kiss, just a small act of tease.

You only get bolder, your lips gaping indeed, but you lean in to wrap them around the tip of the gυn.

Napoleon's facial muscles freeze for a second, his eyes darkening. You can feel the leg you're seated on twitch, and you doubt that it's simply because of it going numb under your weight or something. It only prompts you to readjust your position, grinding your bottom on him under the pretext of getting steadier on top of him.

You forget that it's Napoleon who is in the control of the situation and it's his hand that is holding the object in your mouth.

"You're playing dirty." It's all he says, devoid of the usual smirk that would reach his eyes otherwise - now his demeanor is stoic and his movements calculated. He presses the metal object further inside your mouth, making you change the position of your tongue so you can take it in.

Your eyes widen in alert but you don't move an inch, doing everything to let him known non-verbally that you want this to happen. Thrill sends you heart leaping like crazy. You don't want to be the wiser one and put an end to the dangerous liaison first. And why should it be ended? The gυn is freshly cleaned, not loaded and most importantly in the hands of the one person you trust with your life.

Napoleon lets out a protruded breather, pushing himself away from the desk gradually and thus making you slide downwards with the movement. Your knees meet the floor.

He holds the gυn in front of his crouch, glistening with saliva and ready to be welcomed back in the warm cave of your mouth. You eagerly wrap your lips anew around it. From the position you’re in, to the hard object in your mouth, to your nose pressed up in his uniform trousers, it all reminds you well enough of sucking him off, but the twisted scenario adds to the inferno inside of you. A moan slips from the depth of your throat, and Napoleon presses the object forward.

Thankfully your gag reflex rests unbothered from the thrust, making your head spin with wanton unmarred by caution. You want nothing but for him to deepthroat you with the gυn, and you demonstrate your willingness by closing your eyes. Feeling the familiar itch of desire, your lithe fingers find it easy to rub some stimulation between your legs in your current position, but Napoleon is not so drunk on lust not to notice.

"Hands behind your back."

His tone is stern and you obey on the spot, holding with one hand the wrist of your other in a secure lock. It's then when Napoleon thrusts the gυn inwards again, nearly hitting the back of your throat.

The noises your mouth emits are now more reminiscent of the more heated sessions of oral you'd perform on him, and even in those, Napoleon rarely deepthroats you. The metal object in your mouth is surprisingly well suited for the task, being shorter and thinner than Napoleon's cock that you're so familiar with. He finds the right tempo, holding your hair in one hand and fucking your mouth with the gυn in the other, aquamarine eyes never leaving the sight of it. It's like he wants to burn this into his memory; a scene so filthy it's almost pornographic, borderline taboo - one that would undoubtedly play in his imagination next time he has his fist wrapped around his length.

You begin to drool from the corners of your mouth, the gυn thoroughly coated in your saliva. You begin to rock back and forth softly, your pussy weeping for the absence of something to lodge deep inside in a similar fashion to the attention your mouth receives.

Just as you begin to get lost in the steady rhythm of his thrusts, your toy is taken away from you. The sound of the uniform trousers' zipper pulled undone enters your ears and a new gush of arouse moves throughout your body, almost by instinct alone.

In a flash, Napoleon swaps the gυn with his cock. His breathing is already rigid, being fairly worked up from doing this to you. Now that he claims your mouth with what he knows for a fact is your favorite toy, he can't help but be selfish.

You take the initiative, moaning and groaning around his length at first, coating it in your saliva to lubricate it for what is coming. Of course, that piece of metal can't be more deserving of your best services more than his cock is, and you want to prove it to him.

Napoleon gets you so well, even without words. He waits for you to take it promptly deep in your mouth, and resumes his thrusts - this time not with his hand, but with his hips.

Your hands fail to maintain the previous order and fall from behind your back in the favor of giving you a better balance. You put them on his legs instead, clutching the fabric, crawling further up until you can claw at his rear.

Napoleon whispers to you words of praise; of lustful accusation of how much you turn him on in the worst of places, of how you make him lose control. He warns you of his upcoming peak, and you swallow around his length in expectation, urging him on.

His deft fingers bury themselves in your hair without pulling to the point of pain as a groan escapes his throat. His hips buckle forward and the first stream of cum hits the back of your throat, making you unable to stay still. He wants to withdraw and give you room to breathe but you stubbornly keep most of his length inside your mouth, letting it all splash on your tongue. You suck him until he can't give you any more of his hot cum, and then some.

"You absolute vixen." He racks his fingers through his bangs once he's made sure you're fine and helped back on your feet, even with difficulty. He can't resist to kiss you, and you in turn can't resist to chuckle against his mouth, cutting it too short.

"I was gonna say, congrats on the new office, boss."

His breath hits your cheek as he huffs, slammed by your wits.

"I'm merely putting things to good use as expected of me." He snaps back, this time clamming the kiss that you denied him before you can shy out of it from the way he worded that. He'll ask more about the way you addressed him later. Now all he has in his mind is you in the red dress he bought, seated opposite him as he dines and wines you, celebrating the promotion. That's it, unless his well-thought girlfriend has another plan in mind.

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rosierin · 3 years

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"Mildly inebriated"

Kita decides to reunite his old volleyball team for a pleasant get-together over dinner and Sake, but Atsumu ends up drinking a little too much. Luckily for him, his caring s/o, twin and high school friend carry him home. Unluckily for (y/n), she now has a rambling, needy, pouty Atsumu to deal with.

pairing; post timeskip!miya atsumu x reader

genre; fluff, drabble

warnings; mentions of alcohol, kinda suggestive at one point? suna and reader used to hook up before the reader got together with atsumu

Looking after Atsumu is a tedious task in itself, but a drunk Atsumu is far worse.

He wasn't known for being unable to hold down his liquor or anything. Quite the opposite in fact; you'd spent many nights out celebrating with the Jackals without seeing him with nothing more than glossy eyes and slightly pink ears.

(Unlike poor Hinata who could barely even handle a shot without feeling whoozy, or how Bokuto looked like he could down a bottle and still be fine, but ends up going on a one-hour ramble about how he misses spending time with beloved junior, Akaashi.

You pity Sakusa for having to put up with them sometimes, you really do.)

Tonight however is a different story; he's all slack limbs and incomprehensive babbling. But things could be worse, you suppose. At least he's not singing a morphed, acapella rendition of Queen's entire discography this time.

What he is doing is stumbling back home with Suna under one arm, you under the other in order to keep him upright, all while delivering— or at least trying to deliver a kansai-dialect tangent about food, and how it's literally so unfair that the whole table called him a lunatic for preaching about how burritos should be considered a sandwich.

"If it's food enveloped by more food, it's a sandwich!"

You hear Suna sigh for the umpteenth time and honestly at this point, you can't blame him. There's no defending him, or his radical sandwich anarchy.

"You're rekt, 'Tsumu," his twin drawls. He'd refused to help carry his brother earlier, saying it was his fault for being such a dumbass and drinking too much in the first place, hence why Suna had begrudgingly taken his place.

Part of you wonders if the sandwich debate also had something to do with this. After all, the food-loving twin had not adhered to his twin's twisted take in the slightest.

"Shut up, 'Samu. Am not," he lies, the slur in his voice betraying his claims. "(Y/n) believes me, though. Dont'cha (y/n)?"

You ignore how he nuzzles into your neck, most likely trying to win your sympathy, but the smell of strong liquor that oozes from his lips is too potent to ignore.

"Sure, Atsumu," you scoff. "Totally not drunk."

"Or heavy" Suna adds, hitching Atsumu up with a groan for emphasis.

Atsumu exhales slowly in response, creating a small cloud of mist as his hot breath hits the chilly, winter air. "Yer all bullies... I know sarcasm when I hear it..."

"But you apparently don't know drunk when you feel it," you deadpan.

"I'm not drunk!" Atsumu stubbornly protests, this time while straightening his posture as a show of his self proclaimed "not drunk-ness", only for Suna to click his tongue when his chin narrowly misses Atsumu's shoulder. "'M just... Mildly inebriated..." he hums.

You and Suna roll your eyes. Osamu cracks a small grin, seemingly amused by his brother's antics.

"'M surprised you even know that word."

There's snickering in either side of Atsumu's ears from his two makeshift crutches when a frown makes its way onto his flushed face.

"Shut up, stupid 'Samu."

You arrive home after a twenty minute walk and after fumbling around for the keys to your apartment, Osamu and Suna leave the now sleepy Atsumu in your hands. They'd asked you if you needed help putting him to bed, but after mulling over their offer you had decided that you could probably handle him yourself. Plus, you could only imagine Atsumu's face if you told him that not only his partner, but his twin brother and one of his best friend's had to collectively haul him up the stairs.

And so, after wishing you good luck the two boys left Atsumu in your care.

"Alrighty, up we go, sleepyhead." You slip off your coat and shoes as you sling Atsumu's arm over your shoulders and immediately you realize how difficult it is to support him without Suna's help.

"Gosh, you are heavy." You wheeze as you try your darnest to drag the 6ft setter up the stairs. Maybe you should have accepted the boys' help after all.

"80 kilos of muscle, baby..." Atsumu mumbles and you can't help but huff out a small laugh despite yourself. Honestly, you commend him on his attempts to flirt despite the state he's in.

"Sure are. But could the 80kg of muscle pick up his feet a little? I'm not that strong, you know."

"Yes ma'am..."

You huff when you finally get Atsumu into the bedroom, putting him down on the bed with less grace than you'd intended.

You feel Atsumu's gaze on you as you begin to unbutton his shirt, the way his hooded eyes stay fixed on your fingers carefully removing each button relaying more than just the need to rid him of his clothes.

You pointedly try to ignore this however as you successfully slide his dress shirt off his shoulders, oblivious to the way he shudders under your touch. But it's when you're about to stand up that two hands land on your waist and tentatively begin to wander.

Unfortunately for him, you find Atsumu far more attractive when he's sober.

Wordlessly, you grab his wrists and shake your head.

"Why not..." He utters into the crook of your neck, his voice just shy from a whine.

"Because you need to rest, dumb dumb. You're smashed."

"Not yet I'm not," he says, and you're not surprised when you feel him smirk against your skin.

This guy.

You roll your eyes and lightly jab him in the stomach as the hands you were holding begin to trail up your forearms. "Also, that's Tsum Tsum to you."

You squish his cheeks, relishing in the frown and childish pout that forms on his lips. If he's got his wits back then that means he should be sobering up if not just a tiny bit, so that's good at least.

"No, I definitely meant dumb dumb," you tease, planting a swift kiss to his lips before releasing his face. "Now, bed."

"Fine..." He huffs, running a hand through his post-party hair and down his face, still slightly pink from Sake and a good time.

You nod in approval as Atsumu eventually kicks off his shoes and begins unbuckling his slacks, and you don't miss the suggestive glances his half-lidded eyes offer you as they dance from you, to his now exposed skin.

Gosh it'd been a while since Atsumu's had a night out with his friends. You almost forgot how needy he was when he was intoxicated.

"Good," you say as Atsumu grumpily slides under the covers. Now you can finally fetch that glass of water.

"Are you and Suna still a thing?"

You stop just as you reach the door, turning to Atsumu who's laying on his side, honey eyes looking up at you almost dejectedly.

Of course we're not, you want to say— Atsumu, you should know better. But knowing it's most likely the alcohol speaking, you decide to simply go along with his inquiries.

"We were never a 'thing', really. But no, we're just normal friends now." you smile, hoping Atsumu can tell how sincere you truly are as you take a seat beside him on the bed. You reach out for his hand which lays atop the covers and squeeze it reassuringly.

"So if it were Suna layin' in yer bed right now, you wouldn't do anythin'?"

"Our bed," you correct, and you shake his hand a little to snap him out of the mood he's got himself in. "And no silly, it's just us now, I promise. And it'll stay that way."

Atsumu squeezes your hand back. "Good."

You smile again, and you're glad when Atsumu returns the gesture, his face softening into something far more tender.

"I'm gonna go get you a glass of water and a painkiller for when you wake up, okay?"

He nods, but just as you're about to stand up he grabs your hand again, pulling you back down.

"Wait, one more question—"

Humming curiously, you coax him to continue.

"Do you still find him attractive?"

There's a beat of silence as the question leaves his lips and for a moment you're left reeling. Then, you supress the urge to laugh.

Seriously? He's asking you that kind of question? You feel kind of guilty for finding amusement in his childish question, but even when Atsumu looks so earnest and antsy to know your answer, you can't help but crack a smile anyway.

"Yeah, I do," you reply honestly, but before a frown can completely make its way to Atsumu's face, you cut in. "Extremely attractive, but nowhere near as much as you." And now you're grinning shamelessly because you love how quickly his face can go from dejected to completely love-struck. The latter looks way better on him, you think.

"You're my number one everything."

And with that you've pretty much KO-ed him.

Or at least you think you have since the moment the words leave your lips, the setter conveniently goes to pull the covers over his head like a moody teenager.

"Even number one most annoying?" He asks, his voice muffled by the bedsheets.

"Especially the most annoying," you smirk, patting his head from over the covers while Atsumu mumbles something about doing his job right, then.

You scoff and eventually climb off the bed.

Now, about that glass of water?

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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i don't know if you getting requests but can you write something like the reader (a slytherin if it makes a difference but don't really matter) gets jealous about Draco with Pansy and give him the silent treatment, at some point he lose his patience and fuck the brattyness out of her

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

warning(s): 18+, dom!draco, orgasm control/denial, edging, choking, degradation

word count: 1.7k

a/n: as a self proclaimed brat, this will be my fantasy of the week. this one goes out to all my bratty draco lovers - enjoy!

“What the fuck is your issue Y/N?” Draco asked, storming into your room.

The day had been a never ending saga of you giving Draco the silent treatment and him growing increasingly more frustrated with you. But really, it wasn’t your fault. It was his own.

It started last night at the party. Draco, your fucking boyfriend, decided it would be a wise choice to spend his night hanging out with Pansy instead of you. Sure, you were having a good time with Theo and Daphne, but he was more than welcome to join. What he wasn’t welcome to do was schmooze with his ex-girlfriend where everyone could see.

And then it continued at breakfast. And although he took his normal spot at the table beside you, he kept whispering in hushed tones with Pansy all throughout.

So you decided to give him the silent treatment all day, much to your friends dismay.

But now here he was, in your room, boiling with anger, and he expecting you to talk.

Not going to happen.

You simply looked back down at the book you had been flipping through to kill time, not even sparing him a second glance.

“What the fuck am I missing? Because the last time I checked I didn’t do anything to warrant you acting like a fucking brat,” he said, walking quickly through your room to stop at the end of your bed, leaning against the footrest.

You only looked up at him and raised a brow, internally applauding yourself when you saw how utterly confused he looked.

“I’ll give you one last chance before I take matters into my own hands, and you’re not going to like that. So. What. Is. The. Issue?” He asked slowly, emphasizing every word.

You had to give it to him. If it had been anyone but you, his little display would have been intimidating. If it had been anyone but you, they would have spilled all of their secrets right then. But you saw right through the act. And honestly, you were quite intrigued by what he meant by ‘taking matters into his own hands.’

So once again, you said nothing, just turned back to your book and ignored him.

You weren’t even sure how he got over to you so quickly and silently, but the next thing you knew the book was getting thrown across the room and you were getting flipped onto your stomach, your legs dangling off the side of the bed.

“I gave you so many chances today, Y/N,” he said, a faux sympathy in his voice that was dangerous and arousing all at once. “But if you’re going to be a brat, you’ll get fucked like one.”

With that, his hands were ripping your pants and underwear down your legs in one go just before you heard the noise of his belt coming off. You were growing wetter by the second, completely caught off guard by his behavior, a fact he was all too aware of due to the fact that you were displayed in front of him.

“And you’re already fucking soaked,” he commented, a finger coming up to run through your slit. “A bratty little whore. Is this what you wanted? Wanted to get punished like a little slut?” He asked, but you both knew he wasn’t getting a response.

His finger left only to be replaced by the tip of his cock, which shocked you at first. Normally, no matter what mood he was in, he’d make sure you were stretched enough to take him painlessly. Clearly, that care had flown out the window today. He did say you were going to get fucked like a brat after all.

You did your best to relax your body as he pushed inside of you, his cock filling and stretching you more than it ever had before. But your efforts were futile, a whine coming from your throat as he continued to fuck into you without letting you adjust.

“Aww, does it hurt?” He asked, mockingly. “Maybe you should have thought about that before acting like a dumb fucking brat all day.”

He fucked you harshly, not holding back a single bit. You did your best to stay quiet just to toy with him some more, but his efforts didn’t go unappreciated. A few moans had slipped through, only egging him on. But the moment he pounded against your g-spot, you completely lost it.

“Draco, please,” you gasped, needing him to do that a million more times and then some.

“So she fucking speaks,” he said harshly, coming down to drape his chest along your back, his face aligned with yours. His thrusts never faltered as one hand left your hip and creeped around your neck, pressing down just enough to make you dizzy. “You love getting fucked like this, don’t you? Love when I treat you like a fucking whore?”

“Yes,” you hissed out, trying to control your breathing even as he fucked all the air out of your body.

“Well that’s lovely because you’re not cumming until you tell me what the fuck is wrong,” he told you, not even out of breath.

Your heart jolted at his words, not wanting to give up the act yet. But you desperately wanted to cum. He was pushing you closer and closer with every thrust, so you knew you’d have to make a choice soon.

“I don’t want to tell you,” you argued, but even you knew it sounded pathetic at this point.

You heard him scoff behind you, but your words only made his double down, practically forcing you to the brink of an orgasm.

“That’s not going to work. Tell me,” he said, his grip tightening threateningly on your neck.

When you didn’t even make a sound, he completely stopped moving inside of you, planning on waiting you out until you calmed down. You let out a whine and tried to fuck yourself back onto him, but his hand on your hip immediately forced you back down on to the bed, your plan now useless.

And you knew you were fucked now. He was in full control of your entire body and the entire situation, leaving you no other option but to tell him.

“There’s such an easy fix to this, Y/N. You tell me why you’ve been acting like this all day and you get to cum. Don’t think I won’t leave you aching,” he told you, his hips beginning to roll into yours again slowly.

“You’re a dick,” you bit out, enraged that he had you trapped. But you couldn’t deny his plan was utterly fucking genuis. The man knew what he was doing.

“And you’re a brat. I wouldn’t have to be like this with you otherwise.”

That only made you roll your eyes, but it didn’t stop the moan from leaving your lips as the tip of his cock moved directly over your g-spot over and over again, bringing you right back to the brink.

“Tell me,” he demanded, squeezing your throat before loosening up, the raspiness in his voice letting you know he was close to his own orgasm. Not that that would stop him from torturing you. He’d edge himself for hours if it meant getting what he wanted out of you.

So you gave in.

“You were flirting with Pansy all last night and this morning,” you gasped out in one breath, hoping he knew you were being truthful.

“We’ll talk about that later,” he said, giving up the mean dom act and staying true to his promise of letting you cum.

The hand that had been on your hip snuck in between your body and the bed, going directly for your clit. The second his hand was on you, you let out a loud moan and felt your walls constrict around his cock. He barely had to move his finger until you were cumming around him with a scream, him following you right over the edge.

You both laid breathless for a moment, his body still draped over yours, as you both silently came back to reality. He rearranged you easily until you were lying back on the pillows before coming down to lay beside you, facing you on his side.

“Is that really what all that was about today? You were jealous of Pansy?” He asked, his voice soft now, as he brushed some hair out of your face.

“Yeah,” you said, too tired to defend yourself.

“Darling, you do realize how ridiculous that is, right? One - you shouldn’t be jealous of anyone. You’re it for me. And two - there was nothing to even be jealous about,” he told you reassuringly, making you feel a bit better but you still had a bone to pick.

“What do you mean there was nothing to be jealous about? You were with her practically all of last night and this morning at breakfast the two of you were whispering and I was right there,” you said, growing more defensive the longer this conversation went on.

He sighed but looked at you carefully, deciding if he wanted to say what he had to say. He must have seen something because finally, he opened his mouth to explain himself.

“It was meant to be a surprise, but she was helping me plan something for you. Her father knows a guy who owns a hotel in London and I was thinking about getting us out of here for a weekend,” he explained and suddenly you felt so foolish for the whole thing.

“Oh,” was all you had to say, no longer willing to make eye contact with him.

“See how easy this could have been fixed if you just told me what was wrong when I first asked?” He asked, and you could hear the smirk in his voice before you even looked up to see it.

“I guess,” you agreed with a shrug, not warning to admit total defeat.

“But no, my girl had to go and act like a brat just to drive me fucking crazy,” he said with a chuckle, pulling you into his chest with ease.

“It’s fun being a brat sometimes. I got great sex out of it,” you finally said, your eyes twinkling with mischief when you looked back up at him.

“What am I going to do with you?” He asked, rolling his eyes, before connecting his lips to yours.

Little did he know, you had a lot of suggestions for what he could do with you next time.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy headcanon #draco malfoy blurb

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sugxrslushy · 2 years

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Hey max, i don't know if you take request or not but to decide to try, so today was kinda hard(my back is fucking broke) ao if that's okay can i pls request perona with s/o(i prefer female but gn is okay too) who is really tired and just need to relax from rhis day and they just chilling together, (i really hope you write for her) thanks and and have a good day or night

➪ a/n: oh anon, baby, I absolutely love Perona so no worries ofc I'll write for her! my blog is themed after her for a reason, she's def one of my favorite girls I just adore her :0 and comfort with her is always welcome! so glad that you requested this because I've been craving to write smth soft with her

➪ includes: Perona x gn!reader

➪ warnings: none <3

Perona was expecting to be lavished with sweet love and attention from the minute you arrived, wearing a giddy grin on her red painted lips as she rushed over to the door to greet you. She swung it open in excited anticipation only to be let down by your crashing into her arms, barely clinging onto her in a hug as her hopes shattered like a dropped plate.

Her lips pursed together, brushing your hair from your face to find your tired expression. She grimaces at how you looked, totally not cute but you can still stir up some sympathy from her when you nuzzle against her touch.

“What even happened to you?” She demands, frowning down at you.

“Long day, m’ back hurts.” You sigh, voice muffled against the frilly fabric of her clothes and you nudge your face closer to the crook of her neck. Her hand rubs circles along your back, applying light pressure to avoid hurting you.

She’d planned for this to be a day about her at first, with you being gone for the whole day. But the sorry sight of you was enough to make her feel a bit bad for you, you were her partner after all. All the face masks and snacks she’d stashed away were calling her name, maybe they could be used to help you feel better.

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“Don’t get it on my plushies.” Perona whines, finishing applying the rest of the facemask to your skin. You snort, knowing full well she wouldn’t point it out as long as she could wash it out. She sits in your lip, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth and she swipes a bit of the facemask mixture away from your mouth.

You lean up before she can slide off your lap, catching her lips in a sweet kiss that you’d been missing all day. You can feel the warmth of her skin even through the facemask and you giggle when you pull away. “You know I won’t.” You retort, relaxing into the giant ghost plushie she’d snuck behind you to help your back.

Fumbling for the remote lost in the piles of blankets, you give your eyes a rest. You’d both agreed on some awfully cliche horror movie, you’d watched it a handful of times before with one of Perona’s friends being the one who introduced it to you. Still as bad as the first time around but it always managed to get a laugh out of you when you were too tired to focus.

Perona’s bed was always your favorite place after a long day, being swallowed up in its sweet softness and surrounding you in a comfort like no other. It was warm, with fluffy blankets mixed in with lighter silken sheets, all various shades of pink like that of sticky sweet bubblegum and deeper shades like freshly picked roses, still shimmering with droplets of dew.

You sunk back into the pillowy softness of her mattress, carefully crafted to her rather picky liking. The fluff of her many plushies and stuffed animals tickled your skin and you couldn’t help but feel like you were falling asleep atop the softest slumbering beast.

The movie starts up with a dramatic piano melody and Perona rolls over with a huff, clambering into your lap to rest her head against your chest. Your fingers gently card through her long pink hair, smelling distinctively of her strawberry shampoo with hints of flowers beneath it.

She hums, stretching out like a delighted cat that’d been found bathing in the sun and presses herself firmer against you. The facemask has started to feel a bit tacky against your skin but still nice. “When am I supposed to take this off?

She props her chin up against your collarbone. “When you start to feel relaxed.” You cocked an eyebrow at her, wondering how long that would take and she giggles. “Or when the movie ends, whichever comes first horohoro!”

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#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece fic #fluff #perona #perona one piece #ghost princess perona #perona x reader

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years

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Same Time (5)

Pairing: Changbin x Reader/ Minho x Reader

Warning: Angst..

Word Count: 2.7k

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Changbin sat in the hallway outside the dorm, replaying what you had said to him. He had tried to tell you that he loved you, the words you had been waiting to hear from him, but yet you just blew him off? He understood that you were mad at him, he knew he fucked up and treated you like garbage and he wanted to apologize and make it up to you, but how could he possibly do that when you won't talk to him.

"You okay man?"

He turns his head to look beside him, seeing Felix standing there, concerned plastered on his face. "I don't know what to do." Changbin sighs, rubbing his face. He needed to win you back, he loved you, he couldn't lose you, especially not to Minho. "I need to get her to listen to me."

"Do you want my advice?" He asks.

Changbin nods his head.

"Then go to her." Felix says. "Show her you care about her. Put in effort and don't stop ever. Even if you end up winning her back, never make her feel like she is less than your entire world. You want her, then show her."

"You're right." Changbin exclaims. He stands up, rushing down the hallway, on his way to find you. "Thanks man!" He yells. "I owe you."

Felix rolls his eyes, opening the door back up only to see Minho standing there with his arms crossed. "That's almost the exact same advice you gave me." He glares.

"Hey." Felix laughs, putting his hands up. "I only asked if you guys wanted my advice, never said I wouldn't share it with others."

Minho rushes out the door, hoping to find you first. There was no way he was going to let Changbin make it right with you, not when he was so close to having you to himself.

"Beautiful?" You scoff. "Don't even try it, random, handsome man. I have enough boy problems." You groan, dropping your head into your palm.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asks, taking a sip of his beer. You perk up, turning your head to look at him.

"Actually?" You ask.

He eagerly nods his head. "Might be helpful to you to have some male advice." He suggests, shrugging his shoulders.

"Thank you kind stranger. Bartender, another round for me and my friend here." You order, scooting closer to Wooyoung. "So.." you begin, starting at your reluctant acceptance to the friends with benefits idea, your dates with Minho, the way Changbin treated you, the fighting, confessions up until now, sitting at the bar, getting drunk and spilling your disaster love life to a stranger.

"Sounds like they both have their flaws but they also both have good redeeming qualities. I think you need to think about who you're going to be happiest with, when I say boyfriend, who is the first one that comes to your mind?" He asks.

You smile at the question. Only one person came to mind at his question. But you were still unsure if that was the right choice. You needed time to think.

"Thank you." You say to Wooyoung, you genuinely appreciate the advice he has given you. And now you needed to make a choice. You knew you did. You knew who you should pick but you felt conflicted. Your heart was going to hurt one way or the other.

Minho or Changbin.

Changbin or Minho.

You felt so confused in the moment. You were drunk, you were tired and felt lonely.

With a sigh, you half smile at Wooyoung as you slide down from the bar stool, trudging your way back to the house with your head hung low. Maybe a good night's sleep would help. You drag your feet up the stairs, collapsing in your bed. You drift to sleep within seconds, dreaming about what your life would be like, had you never started your thing with Changbin, and nothing turned out how it did.

You wake up early the next morning, stretching your entire body, for the first time feeling like things were going to be okay. Yes this was only your second day here, but you knew this was going to be so good for you to be away from everyone and everything. You needed to just have fun with no worries, be yourself and carefree.

You were excited.

You got dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top with your bathing suit underneath. You grab your purse and head downstairs, opening the front door to see someone standing there with their fist up to knock.

It took you mere seconds to recognize the man standing in front of you.

"Changbin?" You whisper. Your eyes must be deceiving you, there was no way he was standing in front of you at this moment.

"Hi." He says, looking up at you. His eyes were red and puffy, tears stained his cheeks.

"Are you okay?" You ask. You knew you shouldn't, you knew he didn't deserve your sympathy or concern.

But you still loved him.

You still cared for him.

"I miss you." He croaks, trying to hold back tears again. "I miss you and I love you and it's you. I need you. I want you. I know I fucked up, I know I treated you like shit." He sniffles. "I was scared and I know that's no excuse but I just need you to know that I'm in it for the long haul. Whatever you ask me to do, I'll do it. I'll wait for you if you need time, I'll go to counseling, I'll do whatever you want. Just please.. tell me you love me back. Tell me you want me." He pleads.

"I.." you pause. This wasn't how you wanted to do it. This wasn't how you wanted to tell one of them the news. You had everything planned out for when you got back, in a familiar setting and not here and now at the front door of the rented beach house. "Come in." You sigh, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside the house. You take him up the stairs and into your room, sitting him on the bed.

Changbin sits there with his head in his hands, sniffling as he waits for you to say something. Anything. He just wanted you to tell him it would be okay and you weren't going to leave him. You were all he wanted, but he understood if you decided you didn't want him.

"I love you." You whisper, waiting to see his reaction. His head jolts up, hoping you're not going to take it away now. "But.." you pause. His heart sinks again. "We need to take things slow." You finish.

"You're not joking?" He asks, his hands gripping the bed tightly.

"Why would I joke about this?" You ask. "I'm being serious. You're the one I have loved for so long. How could it be anyone other than you?"

Changbin stands up, wrapping his arms around you, holding you as closely as possible.

"So what does this mean exactly?" He asks.

"We don't sleep with anyone else, but we're seeing each other, taking things slow." You explain.

"I can do that. I would do anything for you." He says, tilting your chin up, to place a small kiss on your lips.

Over the next few days, you were in absolute heaven. Changbin was staying at the beach house with you and you honestly couldn't have been happier. He was sweet, attentive, passionate, loving and caring, he made you laugh constantly and made you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

You felt as though you whole-heartedly had made the right decision.

That night you were getting ready to head to a party with Changbin and Jessi. You had been invited through Jessi by Wooyoung, and you were excited to introduce Changbin to your new friend. You had really thought they would get along great and become friends. You were both so happy when you were on your way to the party. When you arrived you both got a drink and you and he made rounds, meeting new people, talking and laughing. As you were talking you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around and are met with the smile of Wooyoung.

"Hey!" You say excitedly, wrapping your arms around him for a hug. He tightly hugged you back, and as soon as you let go and looked at Changbin the energy he was giving off had completely changed. You tried to ignore it, but he was glaring at Wooyoung, his hands balled into fists as you talked to him. "This is Changbin." You smile, motioning to your boyfriend. Wooyoung extends his hand towards Changbin, who just looks at it and scoffs before walking away.

"I'm sorry." You mumble, taking off after him as he weaves through the crowd. You finally managed to grab onto him outside, turning him around to face you.

"What was that?" You ask. "That was so rude. What is wrong with you?"

"You. You're what's wrong with me." He spits. "Are you fucking him too? Fucking him and me, like you did with Minho?" He yells.

You step back, your hand over your heart as you look at him, shock and hurt plastered across your face.

"Are you kidding me?" You laugh. "After everything? Wooyoung and I are just friends. Like you and Hwasa." You say, rolling your eyes.

"Yeah, me and her are just friends." He says.

"See." You point out.

Changbin stands there with thoughts rushing through his head. "I fucked up." He whispers.

"Yeah you did." You spit, turning around and heading back to the beach house. Changbin follows, incessantly apologizing to you, begging you to just hear him out. But you would rather not hear him say anything, you were so mad at him.

How could he just accuse you like this, out of nowhere. You thought you were past all this bullshit. You chose him, what more did he want? Minho was in the past, you would always have a past with him and Changbin was just going to have to accept it.

You made your way to the beach house, your night now was ruined thanks to Changbin's jealousy. You stomped up the stairs to your room with Changbin trailing behind you, trying to get you to talk to him, to let him apologize but you wanted none of it. You slammed the door in his face, locking it from the inside as you laid down on the bed and cried. You could hear the faint knocks from Changbin on the other side. His pleading for you to open the door, but you didn't want to.

"I'm insecure." He yells through the door. "I'm worried that I'm not going to be good enough for you, or you're going to realize that you made a mistake and leave me. I know I need to work on it. I'm sorry Ayn. He was so handsome, I immediately felt so insecure and I lashed out." He finishes.

You unlock the door, facing the man that you chose. "I'm allowed to have male friends. And sometimes they might be attractive, but you desperately need to remember that what happened with me and Minho was when we were just friends. We weren't together. But now that we are, I would never cheat on you. Okay?" You say, stroking his cheek. He leans into your hand, kissing your palm before you pull him into the bedroom with you.

This was his last night here with you, and you didn't want to spend it fighting over some dumb words. So you spent it laying in his arms, talking about what the future held and where you saw yourselves, and wow were you so in love with this man.

Changbin left the next morning, while you stayed for the remainder of the vacation. You spent your time at the beach, drinking and having a blast with Jessi and Wooyoung. You didn't want it to end, but you were excited to get home to Changbin and see how your relationship was in a familiar setting.

You also knew you needed to talk to Minho, which wasn't going to be easy. You really did like him, but love will always outweigh like.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, as you sit next to Minho after breaking the news. "I just.." you pause with a sigh.

"I get it." He says. "I mean I'm not happy about it but you love who you love. I'm happy for you guys." He smiles.

"I really hope we can still be friends?" You ask.

"I'd like that." He says, standing up and walking towards his room. You walk to Changbin's room, crawling into bed with him, letting out a sigh of relief.

"How'd it go?" He asks, rubbing your head.

"Good. We're going to be friends. He looked so sad though." You sigh.

"He'll be okay." Changbin reassures you.

You knew he would be, but you still felt guilty for some reason. You tried to ignore it, but the weird, anxious feeling in your stomach never went away.

4 months.

That's how long it lasted until you and Changbin were in another fight.

"I don't like the way he looks at you." Changbin yells.

You had gone out for lunch with some coworkers and Changbin, introducing him to them and one of them happened to be a guy. According to Changbin he was eyeing you up, and practically fucking you with his eyes.

"We're friends. Remember, I'm allowed to have male friends. You're my boyfriend, not my keeper." You yell, rolling your eyes.

Changbin scoffs again, stepping back from you. "You're fucking him, aren't you?" He says, looking you up and down.

"I'm sorry, what?" You ask.

You could not do this again. Not this shit again.

"It's like fucking Minho all over again." He spits. "Fucking slut." He spits.

"Get the fuck out, Changbin. You need to calm the fuck down." You yell, pointing to the door.

His eyes turn soft seconds later, realizing what he had just said to you. But he doesn't say anything, he just storms out of your apartment, slamming the door behind him.

You plopped on your couch, laying your head down on the back of the couch as you take a deep breath. This was fucking stupid. You couldn't keep dealing with him and accusing you of fucking people because of what happened in the past when you were friends. This wasn't fair to you. It wasn't fair for him to be treating you like this, and the two of you needed to have a serious conversation and figure some stuff out.

Life was too short to be stuck in a relationship without any trust and it was very obvious Changbin had 0 trust in you.

A few hours later, you make your way to the dorm, ready and calm enough to talk to Changbin. He had been ignoring your phone calls, so you figured you'd just go and then he would have no choice but to talk to you.

"Hello?" You call out as you open the front door to the dorm, walking in, a bag of yours and Changbin's favorite snacks in your hand. It was quiet, it seemed as though no one was around.

"Changbin?" You call out.

Suddenly someone rushes out of a room, running over to you.

"Oh. Hey Minho." You smile.

He doesn't return the smile, but instead looks panicked.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, looking around.

"Changbin and I got into a fight.. I'm here to talk to him. Is he in his room?" You ask, trying to move past Minho to go to Changbin's room.

"I uh, you can't go in there." He whispers.

"What?" You laugh. "Why not?"

"Ayn.. you don't want to go in there." He says sternly.

"Minho, you're scaring me. What the hell are you talking about?" You ask, moving past him. You quickly walk to Changbin's room, placing your hand on his door knob.

"Ayn, don't." He calls out.

You turn the knob, pushing the door open. You see your boyfriend's back, naked and sweaty as he thrusts his cock into someone, making her moan loudly.

You drop the bag of snacks, catching his attention. He turns around, seeing your horrified face watching him cheat on you.

"Ayn.." he whispers, pulling out of her, covering himself on the bed.

The girl sits up, and suddenly everything makes sense. Your heart shatters into a million pieces.

Hwasa.

With tears filling in your eyes, you look between the two of them.

"Just friends, right?"

#kpopscape #noonasinnetwork #skz x reader #skz minho #skz changbin #skz angst #skz fanfic #skz icons #stray kids #seo changbin #lee know #skz lee know #angst #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop writing #kpop fanfic

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20moonchild21 · 3 years

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๛Struggling

Gif by @minyoongihoseok

Pairing: Poly!BTS x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: hardcore fluff, slight swearing

Words: 3400+

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๛匕he one where she struggles with money∙ꨄ

"What do you mean, you can't pay me this month?" You asked angrily, as you drove your hands through your hair.

"I am sorry, but what should I do? Rents are high these days. If I don't pay..." Your boss tried to defended himself with the same excuses he had given you before.

"Rents are hight? Are you serious right now?" You interrupted him quickly, getting angrier with every word he said. "What do you think I pay my rent with? Paperclips and stones? I need this money or else I have to quit my apartment. We have a contract. You have to pay me, please!"

Times were hard these days. The pandemic had hit the country hard, but aftermath was even worse. Most people were still too afraid to go out onto the streets, rather staying home and shopping online for everything, which causes you a big problem.

For years you had worked in a small bakery, that was known for their extravagant pastries and specialities. The pay wasn't much, but you loved your creative job.

Seeing people smiling when they see their wedding cake for the first time, was one of the best thing coming along with you job, but with no weddings allowed, there was no one to buy those expensive cakes. And the few people buying small cupcakes wasn't enough for keeping the business alive.

Of course you knew that your boss's hands were tight, as well as yours. He had to pay his rent, but so did you.

"I am so sorry." He said again, sounding almost sad. "But I can't give you this money. We made almost zero sales this month. My pockets are empty. I already need to take my own, private money to save the shop, or else I can close next month."

You closed your eyes, as your hands were gripping the armrest of the chair you were sitting on. You weren't the type to yell or scream at people when things didn't go the way you like it, but this time, you just wished to yell out all your frustration at him.

Everything came together at this point, which made it hard for you to keep calm.

You hadn't seen your boyfriends in over 3 weeks, because they were stuck in quarantine at home after coming back from a project filming abroad.

Then, your period had started unannounced this morning, causing you a ruined trouser and cramps, along with a heavy headache.

And now it seemed like you even would be homeless next month, because you weren't able to afford your rent.

You pressed you eyes closer together, trying to hold back the swelling tears.

"Maybe you have someone who could borrow...." You boss began again, but you didn't want to head what he was about to say.

Making depts was the last thing you wanted to make. You mother had always raised you to earn your own money, and pay for the thing you want to have yourself.

Asking someone for money would lead you to asking for more and more and more, until you can't pay that someone back. The same situation you were stuck in now.

"It's okay." You said quietly. "I will find a solution. Have a nice weekend."

You bent down, grabbing for you bag and leaving the small office, heading straight back home.

The next morning was hard for you. The letter lying in your mailbox in evening wasn't helping to cheer up your mood. You landlord was getting more and more impatient, waiting for his rent to be paid. You were already 3 weeks late with you rent, and slowly he was running out of sympathy.

The words he wrote held you up from sleep the whole night, causing you to desperately think about a solution for this problem:

"...termination without notice if the rent is not be paid within the next two weeks..."

You had cried a lot this last night. Never in you life you had thought that you would end up like this, broke and desperate. You even had considered to jump over your pride and ask your boyfriends, who clearly had enough money, to help you out. But you quickly threw away this option, not wanting to use them because of their money.

With no other option left, you found yourself sitting on your laptop, checking you bank account. Of course you never spend all your money all at once. You had laid back a certain amount of money, your life savings, that you had sworn to never touch.

This money was so important for you, because it was meant to be spend into your future. A future that included your boyfriends, a own house, a car.....children.

Of course, you knew that each of your boyfriends were millionaires, multiplied with 7.

If you wanted, you would never have to go to work ever again. With their money, they could probably buy you 10 houses, 9 cars, 5 horses, a plane and everything you could ever wish for.

But that had never been your goal in life. You didn't want them to pay everything for you. They had own dreams, and each of them had worked hard to earn this much money. You couldn't and you wouldn't take advantages of that.

"Fuck." You whispered, as your head sunk onto the table you were sitting on.

By now, you couldn't hold back your tears anymore.

You computer screen showed your online bank account, listing the accounts you had created years agon. Among them the one that was your last chance to not be homeless soon:

Life Savings.

As you clicked on the link, a new window opened on your screen, showing you all the amount of money you had saved.

4,516 $

You stared at this number. Of course, this didn't sound too much in the first moment, but you were still young, and with 4000$ you would easily come through another 4 months, even more if you would be economical.

The tears were still running down your plump cheeks, rolling over your chin and staining your blue shirt. You didn't want to do that at all, but you had no other choice.

The only person you would have been brave enough to ask for help, was your mom. Sadly, she died 5 years ago, with all her bereaved money spent for the hospital bills and the funeral.

You sighed heavily. There was no going back now. You would transfer the money to your landlord today, before he could kick you out.

You were about to click the small 'Transfers' button, when suddenly your doorbell rang. You flinched heavily when the loud noise rang through you ear, obviously not expecting someone today.

You stood up and walked out of your bedroom, over to the front door.

Immediately when you opened the door, a bouquet of red roses blocked your view. You let out a small shriek, when the red flowers sunk down, revealing a familiar face behind it.

"Hello." Jimin flashed you his beautiful smile, before he pushed the flowers into Namjoon's arms, stepping forward and lifting you into his arms.

"Oh my god." You breathed out as you broke away from you paralysis. You wrapped your arms highly around the silver haired boy, who was still hugging you. "You are here."

"Jimin, don't break her." You heard Yoongi's deep voice from behind. "We still need her."

He tugged Jimin's shirt, until he let you down onto the floor, pouting as he had to pull away from you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your nose one last time, before the next boy stepped forward.

Their very presence was enough for you to calm down from the past stressing days. Having them squeezing you in their arms, kissing you all over your face made you feel so loved and invulnerable in the moment.

"May we step in?" Jin asked as he pulled away from you.

Still overwhelmed from their sudden visit, you looked at him confused. He gestured his hand into your apartment. You quickly stepped away from the doorway, letting them step inside.

"Are you okay, Jagiya (Honey)? You look a little bit pale." Jungkook asked as he stepped in front of you.

He lifted his hand up towards your forehead, feeling if you had a fever. But your skin felt cold under his touch.

"I am just – I am just surprise that you...." You began to stutter as they all stared at you.

They could tell that something was up with you. Being together for almost 3 years now, they knew that you would began to slightly stutter when you try to hide something. So you had to think about an excuse, before one of them would ask more questions.

"What are you even doing here?" Was the first thing that came into your mind. "Shouldn't you be in quarantine or something?"

"Silly Jagiya." Jungkook laughed as he cupped your face into his big, manly (and now tattooed) hands, pressing a wet kiss onto your nose. "Three weeks are over. We can leave the dorm again, so we decided to surprise you!"

The boys quickly let go of your strange behaviour. You all went into your living room where Hoseok and Tae were already pulling out your sofa, that way you would all fit on it. As soon as they placed the cushions back onto the sofa, you were lifted from the ground a thrown onto it.

"Hey!" You laughed and giggled as Jimin crawled over you.

He laid his much heavier body onto your smaller one, trapping you under him. He grabbed for you wrists, pulling them up over your head, where he pinned them down onto the soft fabric. With his mouth, he placed a line of kisses from your collarbone up to your ear.

"I missed you so much." He whispered as he nibbled the sensitive skin of your ear. "I thought about you a lot during quarantine, Sweetie."

You knew what he wanted from you. As Namjoon once said, Jimin needed indeed a lot of love and attention, but you loved to give it to him. Sadly, you had to disappoint him this time.

He was already pulling and tugging on your shirt, when you brought your mouth up to his ear.

"I am on my period." You whispered in that sexy voice you knew he normally loved.

He pulled away from you, looking into your eyes deeply.

"Are you serious?" He whined as he let go of your arms.

You were already laughing hard when the other finally came from the kitchen with snacks and drinks in their hands.

"What are you laughing at, Jagyia?" Tae asked as he plopped down next to you. "And why is he already pouting?"

He gestured for Jimin, who had crawled off of you, and was now lying beside you, hiding his face in your chest as you drove your fingers through his soft hair.

"She is being mean." He mumbled against your chest. "Stacking me three weeks in quarantine, with no one to care for me, and now that I have the chance to finally love my girlfriend again, she is one her period. You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"We had phone sex almost ever day." You laughed at him as you pressed a kiss into his hair.

"But this isn't the same." He still whined. "And we hadn't had sex yesterday. So you can't say every day. And beside, sex over the phone isn't the same..."

You sighed at his words. You forgot to call them the previous evening, because of all the stress going on with your work and apartment.

"I am sorry." You said, as you threw your head back into the soft cushions. "I was just so stressed with work and stuff."

"Is everything okay with work?" Yoongi asked as he took your hand. "It must be hard for you when no weddings are allowed."

For a moment, your thought about telling them about the trouble your boss had with keeping the business going, but you decided to not bother them with your problems. They had enough stress with their band.

"Yes, yes, Everything is fine." You quickly tried brushed his concerns off. "We have a lot of pre orderings and stuff."

The topic quickly changed. The boys told you everything they did while stuck up in quarantine. They had used the time to work on their new album, which they wanted to do on their own. They told you how recording and producing was going.

"Hey, Aein (Sweetheart)?" Namjoon suddenly spoke up. You lifted your head from Hoseok's chest to look up at him. "Have you seen my green shirt by any chance? I couldn't find it anywhere at the dorm."

"Oh yes." You quickly said. "You forgot it the evening before you left. I washed and folded it on my desk. You can get it."

He nodded and got up from the sofa to walk up towards you bedroom. The other boys meanwhile where swarming about the evening before they left for America three weeks ago, complaining how bad they need you.

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Namjoon had reached your bedroom door quickly.

He pushed it open and stepped inside. Immediately, he smiled when he saw your tidy bedroom. You have always been an organized person, which he admired, because he absolutely wasn't able to hold his room at home tidy.

He looked around, and spotted his green shirt, carefully folded on the table next to your laptop. He passed your bed and was about to reach his hand out for the piece of fabric, when his eyes fell onto the sheet of paper lying onto your desk.

He didn't want to invade your privacy, but the headline of the sheet caught his attention.

"Admonition: Pay your rent." Was written at the top of the paper.

His eyebrows cocked up. You didn't mention to them that you were laid with paying your rent this month. Normally, you didn't keep any secrets from each other.

He quickly read over the text. It seemed like you not only forgot to pay your rent, but you had delayed the day of paying several times. His eyes shifted over to your laptop, that was still opened up from when you were earlier working on it.

He entered the password, and the window of your bank account popped open. He saw which account you had opened, and it shocked him. He knew about your life savings, and he was slowly combining the figures.

You sometimes had mentioned that you didn't eared much money with your job, but you had never before complained about being not able to pay for your rent. Why would you take your life saving, instead of asking one of the boys or him for help? They would always help you out.

He stood up from the desk and walked towards the door. He quickly had to ask you about the rent topic, before you would do something you will regret later.

"Aein!" He called from the doorway. "Can you come here for a second, please?"

He waited for you to finally reach the room. Confused, you looked at your tall boyfriend sitting on your bed, looking kind of nervous and worried.

"Are you okay?" You asked, suddenly being pretty nervous yourself.

He didn't answer, instead, he gestured for you to take a place next to him on the bed. You made your way up,, and let your body sink down next to his. From this position, your gaze fell onto your desk. A flash of shock hit your body. Had he read the letter? What if he saw your bank account? What....

"I – ehm – I just want to say that I didn't want to invade your privacy. It was an accident." He said, as he took your hand, looking deep into your eyes. "But I saw the letter lying on your table. Are you having trouble with paying your rent? You know we would ever...."

"No, I am fine." You quickly said, not wanting to hear what he was about to say. "My boss is just a little bit late with my payment. But it will eventually arrive within the next days."

He looked at you intensely, knowing that you were lying because he saw your bank account. He sighed, and pulled you over from your spot onto his lap. Immediately, your arms wrap around his neck, nuzzling your nose into his neck. His apple scent was overwhelming your nose.

"Aein." He said quietly while stroking your back in small circles. "Why are you lying to me? You know that I, that we, would always help you out. I saw on your computer that you were about to take the money from your life savings. Why would you do that instead of asking one of us?"

By now, you couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Not only had you lied to your boyfriends, you also had to admit yourself that you had problems that you couldn't solve on your own. You hugged him tighter, sobbing quietly into his neck.

Namjoon didn't say anything, he just rocked you gently back and forth, rubbing small circles on your back. He wanted to give you the time to tell him by your own. After a few minutes, you finally pulled away from the soft skin of his neck, eyes puffy and red.

"I – I don't – I am sorry." You sobbed even more, not being able to say the words. This was a really big deal for you. "I just don't you to think that I need your money to survive and - and I didn't want to have any depts. So I thought I – I could use some money from my life saving to bridge over this month."

You looked at your hands in your lap, fiddling with the sleeve of Namjoon's shirt.

"Look at me." He said, as he lifted you face by your chin. "Did one of us make you ever feel like you were dependent from us?"

You shook your head slightly, without hesitation.

"Did one of us make you ever feel judged when you had problems?"

You shook your head again.

"Did one of us denied you any help once, when you needed it?"

"No." You whispered.

He pressed a kiss onto your forehead. He then placed his left arm under your kneecap and his right arm under your back to lift you up in his arms. As he began to walk out of your room, you wrapped your arms once again around his neck.

When the two of you reached the living room, all the other heads shot up from the TV.

"Where have you been so long?" Jin asked as he shoved a hand full of crisps into his mouth.

When they saw your puffy eyes, they all immediately knew that your had been crying. Namjoon sat down onto the sofa, letting go of you, as another pair of strong arms were already wrapped around your body from behind.

"What happened?" You heard Jungkook whispering in your ear from behind, as he placed small kisses all around your ear.

You hesitated for a moment. Then looking up at Namjoon, who gestured for you to tell them, by lying his hand on your knee.

Carefully, you told your boyfriends about the financial problems your had. You told them about your work and your boss not being able to pay your payment in time, so you could pay your rent in time. You told them about you not being brave enough to ask someone for help, because you were embarrassed.

The boys listened carefully, as you spoke.

"But Jagyia." Jimin had crawled up beside you. "We are together. You have to tell us everything that is on your mind. We would never reject you, you know?"

"I know." You laughed slightly as you kissed his plump lips, that were just inches away from yours. "I am sorry. I thought I can just bridge this month."

"You are so silly sometimes." Jin suddenly said, as he bent forward to grab your arms pulling you along with him as he threw himself backwards onto the sofa. "I want you to trust us with everything that bothers you. We want you to be happy."

The eighth of you kept talking a little while longer, until you heard the words:

"Maybe paying rent is not necessary anymore, because there actually is something we wanted to ask you for quite a long time now."

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I think this one is pretty cute.

What do you think is the question at the end? I thin it is pretty obvious. Lol.

Mꨄ

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snakecadet · 2 years

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So after two years I just finished watching all 11 seasons of the x-files and damn it hurt, tonight was the fucking end of an era for me and I just spent 10 minutes crying in the shower.

It was so crazy too; like Skinner was faithful down to the very last minute. He was the one steady character who stuck to his morals and was never corrupted. He also killed fucking Reyes who was my least favorite character ever and was a bad temporary replacement for Scully. I love that man so much and I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried when he got killed.

The whole William debacle was good for closure, I really liked his character and I'm happy that Mulder got to talk to him even though he technically wasn't his dad. I really loved the connection that Scully had with him too, even though it wasn't the most straightforward. William really loved her and he tried to communicate that to her.

I have questions: What happened to Doggett? What happened to Kersh? I hate that man also, he was a real pain in the ass. Was Samantha's ending real?

Mulder and Scully's love story was so awesome. I waited two whole years, and 218 episodes to get to the ending and I finally came to a conclusion. Their love story wasn't meant to be the typical on-screen romance where the sexual tension gets resolved through an established relationship or something. It was a connection that was solidified through a decade-long life that revolved around self-exploration. We got a grand total of 3 kisses but that wasn't really the point, it was the fact that they trusted and loved each other by the end of the series. They did everything for each other. Let's be real, Scully thought that Mulder was an insufferable twat at the beggining of the show, and by the end he was one of the only people that she trusted. I love that their relationship wasn't portrayed through sex scenes or kisses, but through the small gestures. The way that they hugged each other, or held hands really communicated their deeper feelings. I fucking love that.

Back to Doggett. That wonderful man was around for 2 seasons, but he was an awesome Mulder replacement. Mulder brought something really critical to the show, he was the backbone almost. But Doggett was charming, and kind and had a dry sense of humor. Plus that accent hehe. He really grew on me, I thought he was a jerk but then he slowly (quickly, who am I kidding?) became one of my favorite characters because he cared for Scully, and hated Mulder but still put in full effort to find him. I missed him in the last two seasons, and the fact that they didn't even make up a covexr for his disappearance sort of put me off.

I don't really want to go off on the characters that I hated because there are so many that I love and appreciate. But Agent Reyes was the most annoying woman ever. No explanation but like ugh no. Her betrayal in the end really hurt, like she worked so hard for the x-files and then she just,, decided to work for the smoking man to "Protect Dana" BITCH NO. YOU LITERALLY COULD HAVE KILLED HIM. ugh im very passionate in my dislike for her.

The smoking man. He progressively got more and more dislikeable as the series went on and I swear he died like 8 times before Mulder finally put a bullet in his head. I had sympathy for him for a tiny period of time, but then he shot and experimented on Spender so I no longer liked him. He had a sad backstory, but I felt like it wasn't consistent with his dickhole behavior near the end. But also!! Did you know that the actor for the smoking man was an advocate for this Canadian cancer organization? I think that that is super sweet, and in real life he seemed like such a kind guy!

There is so much to talk about like Krycek! His character was cool! And then he was mean and annoying and evil and Skinner really did the x-files universe a solid by killing him. I loved him though and was sad to see him go. Remember that one horrible episode where he got his arm cut off without anesthesia? yeah. That is one of the episodes that lives forever in my memory and makes me cringe to think about.

Before William was Scully's alien daughter who died, and even though she was sort of forgotten about in the continuing plotline, I really loved that episode. It was so sad and it really showed Scully's desire for a life outside of the FBI and how much she wanted a family.

A tiny sentence in memorial for the first deep throat who was in my opinion the superior one.

This leads me to the religious representation in this show. Personally, I am not religious but it was so cool to see a TV show that demonstrated a positive outlook on Christianity. It also showed how people with different beliefs can still get along, Mulder didn't believe in God and Scully did. Her relationship with religion was complicated though, she had an inner dispute between her faith in God and the logical approach that science gave her. A big part of the series was her trying to find a balance between the two, and I loved how we were given closure on that. She believed in the existence of the supernatural, and scientific explanations, but also that miracles were real, and that God was real.

Okay this is Way Too Long but one last little paragraph to celebrate three of the most loveable, wonderful characters in the whole show.

The lone gunman, Frohike, Langly and Byers were decidedly some of the quirkiest, most solid characters. I hated the fact that they died, and that was literally gut-wrenching. They did go out with a bang, they were some of the nerdiest TV show dudes ever but they were heroic and selfless and so so so loyal to Mulder and the x-files. I love them all and I want to applaud Langly's dedication to his haircut for a long decade. Totally badass. Also, John's sad love story was super sweet and made me love him even more.

I could write about this forever and I have so much more to say, I probably will because this is such a big part of who I am. Well thank goodness for fanfiction, I've been holding off on it for two years so I could understand the plot and I'm finally there!

The truth is out there <3

#x files #mulder and scully #walter skinner #lone gunmen #it's over and I am dying #But thank you chris carter for giving us an amazing series

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thelucyaddams · 4 years

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You're very sweet, princess

Azula x fem reader

(Y/N) only wanted to spend some time on the beach and relax. That was only until she noticed a strange group of teenagers playing volleyball. One of the girls caught her eye and (Y/N) found herself enjoying the time they spend together.

It was a very hot but beautiful day on Ember Island. It was perfect for some relaxing time on the beach.

(Y/N) isn't the only one to think that since the whole beach was crowded.

The firebender sat on her towel sunbathing and watching the people around her. There were many families according to the children that were running around or building castles made of sand.

Some teenagers sat together in a group or played some games. Just like the ones that were playing a game of volleyball nearby.

(Y/N) watched them playing for a second and soon found herself quite interested in the match.

To be more specific it was the one team that caught her interest.

Three girls and a boy were playing like they were professionals. Really they were that skilled and totally crushed the other team.

Especially one of the girls seemed to be pretty strong. Her dark hair was styled into a top-knot that was decorated with some firenation headpiece. Only her bangs on either side of her face were free from the bun. The headpiece told (Y/N) that this girl like her companions must be noble or at least her family must be wealthy.

(Y/N) looked up and down her body and decided that she was very stunning. Even with that determined and kinda scary look on her face. Or especially because of that look. (Y/N) wasn't quite sure.

Suddenly the volleyball landed right in front of her and (Y/N) blinked a little confused for a second before she realized what happened.

She looked up only to see the beautiful girl coming her way. Out of all the players it was her who came after the ball!

(Y/N) swallowed before she stood up and picked up the ball to hand it back to the girl.

Her hands trembled a little which she hoped the girl wouldn't notice.

Golden eyes pierced their way right through her. It made (Y/N) nervous.

"Girl, would you hand me the ball now or are you looking for trouble?", the girl said in a serious and slightly annoyed voice.

(Y/N) blinked again only to realize she was standing right in front of the dark haired girl with the ball in her hands without moving any further. Embarrassing...

"Oh no, no, here...", (Y/N) stuttered and handed the ball to the other girl.

The girl only rolled her eyes pulled the ball out of (Y/N)'s hands and turned around to go back to the others without saying 'thank you' or anything else.

"Wait!", the nervous firebender managed to say.

The dark haired girl actually stopped walking and turned her head around a little to look back at (Y/N) over her shoulder.

"I watched you playing for a bit... You're really really good! I like your style... Crush them for me would ya?", (Y/N) managed to say.

The other girl raised an eyebrow but smirked kinda proud.

"Please, tell me something I don't know.", she replied and sighed with emphasis, "If you really want to see how I crush my enemies for my own interests you should come over and watch from the sides.", she added again putting emphasis on her words.

Especially when she said 'for my own interests'.

(Y/N) smiled about the quite unusual invitation which she accepted.

"Why not. Watching you up close will be much better."

The dark haired girl smirked even brighter before finally walking back to the other players followed by (Y/N).

The firebender watched in awe as the girl made her words come true and actually defeated her 'enemies'.

People might say her little speech at the end was a little... exaggerated and crazy. Not for (Y/N) though. She kinda liked it and admired the girls passion.

"Liked what you saw?", the dark haired girl asked out of the blue and gazed back at (Y/N).

"Definitely, I'm curious what you can do in a fight.", (Y/N) answered.

"Careful with those words when you're talking to Azula. It might be your last day on earth.", one of her teammates said.

It was a girl with black hair, dark eyes and a very gloomy expression.

"Don't listen to Mai! I appreciate your interest in my skills. I think I can show you one or two moves.", the girl named Azula said.

"It's so good to meet new people. What's your name? I'm Ty Lee!", the brunette among the group said.

Her expression was the complete opposite of Mai. She seemed to be very excited and happy but also energetic.

Then there still was the young boy. He had a scar around his left eye which was obviously caused by fire.

"The name's (Y/N). Nice to meet you all."

"Well, (Y/N) and you girls are very welcome at our party tonight.", two boys that walked up to them said all of the sudden.

"The place is just up the hill. You can't miss it. My name is Chan by the way and this is my friend Ruon-Jian."

"Oooh a party! We should totally go!", Ty Lee exclaimed excitedly.

"I go when (Y/N) 's going.", Azula said.

The firebender blushed slightly.

"I guess a party doesn't sound too bad.", she accepted the invitation sheepishly.

"Brilliant. It's decided then. We'll come.", Azula spoke for all of them.

"Hey, what about me?", Zuko protested.

His sister rolled her eyes.

"You're obviously with us, dum-dum.", she said.

"Yeah, alright. Meet us right after sunset.", was all Chan said before leaving them.

"So what was your name again?", (Y/N) asked the boy.

"Just call me Zuko."

"Or Zuzu.", Azula teased him earning a glare by her brother.

(Y/N) chuckled.

"Alright, guess I'll meet you later.", the firebender said waving them good bye.

"Yes, see you later, (Y/N)", Azula mumbled her possessive gaze never leaving the girl until she was out of sight.

The princess sighed.

"Come on, let's prepare for that party.", Azula said and started walking away followed by the others.

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Slightly annoyed and even jealous Azula watched Ty Lee who was surrounded by all those boys while she was standing here alone without any attention.

That was only until a sweet voice spoke up next to her.

"Sorry, I'm late but I hope you're still up to enjoy this party."

Azula turned her head and got a very strange feeling in her guts when she saw (Y/N).

"That's why I'm here am I not?", Azula replied unusually nervous.

Her eyes went up and down (Y/N)'s body and took every bit of her skin that was visible. She looked truly stunning in that traditional firenation gown.

(Y/N) blushed when she took notice of Azulas gaze especially when it stayed on her trace of an abs.

"Well, you looked a little lost over here.", the firebender replied sheepishly only to earn a slight scoff by Azula.

"You don't really know me yet so I should tell you that I never get lost.", Azula answered arrogantly, "But I guess I could use the company and since you're here now... Tell me about yourself."

"Oh well, I'm a firebender I guess. My father is an admiral in the army. He is leading the fleet called 'The Dragon'. One of those elite spy units..."

"Admiral Huan, I see. Means you're from Fire Fountain City but as soon as your father got promoted you got a nice house in the capital."

(Y/N) was taken aback by how much Azula knew.

"How..."

"I guess I know a lot about the war especially about the men that fight for our nation. What about you? Did you join the army?"

"No, I really want to but father wouldn't let me. Not after what happened to my brother... Not after we lost him and mother... She never supported the war. It was a forced marriage so at some point when father wasn't home she left.. She just left us alone."

Azula didn't speak for a second. She was surprised by how easily (Y/N) opened up to her. Also she got this strange feeling in her stomach again when she realized their similarity. They both lost theirs mother's.

(Y/N) shock her head.

"But enough about it. We're at a party let's grab a drink and maybe we could dance for a bit?", the firebender tried to change the topic.

Azula only nodded.

So that's what they did. Trying some of the drinks. The fire cocktail definitely had something to like it. They also danced. Both of them had a hard time to relax and enjoy the music at first but after a while they both made fun of it and managed to move less stiff.

Zuko and Mai watched in surprise from afar when they saw Azula actually having fun and looking less scary for a bit.

Ty Lee on the other hand smiled. She was happy for her friend to enjoy herself instead of thinking about war and how to torture other people.

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(Y/N) gazed up at the sky watching the stars while the little campfire in front of her warmed her body. But it wasn't just the fire that provided her warmth. It was the girl next to her as well.

Azula and (Y/N) were the last ones to enjoy the night. Zuko, Mai and Ty Lee already left.

After what happened at the party they just wanted to have some quiet moment.

Azula had opened up about her mom a little. (Y/N) felt nothing but sympathy for the girl. She knew to well how it was to lose your mother.

But when Azula confessed that her mom thought she was a monster (Y/N) felt nothing but anger. Even though they had just met this afternoon she felt like Azula was misjudged.

She couldn't see anything in her that would make her a monster. Even if she had some characteristics that made her... different it doesn't mean she was bad. No, she was just human just like anyone else.

"Would you still like to join the war?", Azula asked out of the blue.

(Y/N) shoot her a slightly confused look before answering.

"Yes, I guess. But father..."

"Oh believe me I have my ways to ensure you can join me in the fightings. In fact there's no one else that can make it happen. Your father won't have a choice but to let you go.", Azula explained.

"If that's so... then I'd love to join you."

"Brilliant. You and I we will rule the whole world and bring our nation to victory together!"

(Y/N) chuckled and leaned towards Azula a little to plant a sweet kiss on her cheek.

Azula looked completely taken aback and tried to hide the blush that appeared on her face.

"You're very sweet, princess.", the firebender whispered.

It took the princess aback even more.

"You know?"

"Well, a boy with that scar... His name's Zuko and his sister is called Azula. You know a lot about war and are utterly talented and you definitely aren't normal... Too many hints.", (Y/N) explained.

Azula smirked.

"Well, look at that she's not only beautiful but also clever... I like that.", the princess whispered getting her courage back.

"You know what I would like?"

Azula raised an eyebrow but closed her eyes when the firebender gave her another kiss. But this time on the lips.

Oh yes, they'd definitely rule the world together.

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thewolfswriting · 3 years

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The Dangers Of A Demon Chapter 4

Pairings: Demon Alpha!Dean x Katarina Morgan (Omega OC)

Word count: 2,136

Chapter Warnings: Profanity, Knotting, Oral, Dub-Con 18+ content just don’t read if you’re a minor

Taglist: @charmed-asylum

Divider By: @firefly-graphics

"Y-you claimed me! Why? Why would you do that?!" She screamed at the demon with tears and in horror.

The cramps and pain that came with her heat were gone. That she was grateful for but she didn't expect to be claimed by anybody, and that included a demon Alpha.

"Yeah, you see, that's what happens after an Alpha knots an Omega. We both know you already knew that." There wasn't an ounce of sympathy in his voice.

She touched the fresh bite on her neck and winced "I didn't want to be claimed." She sobbed "You claimed me on purpose."

He shrugged "If that's what you wanna think and just because I claimed you don't mean I still won't kill you."

That didn't make the situation any better. However, only part of her wished he would kill her but only for the fact that she's been claimed by an Alpha that's a demon. But if he knew that he would just draw it out even longer.

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"S-sheriff Morgan, sir? There's a guy here. He's here to see you."

Sheriff Morgan cocked an eyebrow "About?"

"He says he's here about the three Omega cases and his brother. He didn't tell me his name but he insisted on seeing you."

While confused, sheriff Morgan strutted towards his office to see someone sitting in front of his desk he hadn't seen in a long time "Sam Winchester. Haven't seen you in a long time. What can I do for you?"

"It's not about what you can do for me. It's about what I can do for you. I know your daughter is missing and I'm assuming Dean is here somewhere."

"Yes, he's here. He is also responsible for the three Omega's that are now dead. Sam, he has my daughter."

"I know."

"How so?"

"I know my brother better than anybody. Once he found out Katarina's your daughter, it became a game to him. It makes the kill more interesting." Even though Sam's tone showed sympathy, he also stated facts.

"Do you have an idea where he might've taken her?"

"Somewhere nobody can find her. We find her, we find Dean. I already interviewed someone, a guy named Tony."

"Yeah, Tony owns the diner outside of town."

Sam opened his notepad "He said there a scent he smelled. The kind of smell when an Omega goes into heat. He smelled it a few miles from the diner two night before"

Of course sheriff Morgan felt the fear he was dreading. The fear of his daughter going into heat with the man that kidnapped her and is going to kill her.

The words Dean said to him instantly replayed in his head "I can wait until she goes into heat, take what I want and then kill her"

He was beginning to lose the hope he had held onto since Katarina went missing. But now that Sam came into town, that hope instantly came back "Looks like we have our first lead."

"Looks like it."

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Dean's claim mark on Katarina's neck still throbbed with pain even though it was half-healed. Once completely healed it would scar and she knew that. She tried not to make any sound of pain but no matter how hard she tried, he would hear it anyway.

The thought of trying to escape again crossed her mind. The stabbing with the knife, she could try that again, instead of stabbing him once she could stab him twice or three more times. But he heals quickly. So there goes that idea.

She remembered the window in the bathroom, so the idea of climbing out racked her brain. Only if she tried, surely he would hear her and catch her like last time.

Until he kills her, she's trapped.

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The sound of the ax splitting the wood is what helped Dean somewhat get rid of his anger. For two days he's had to listen to her whimpering and sobbing of pain. All because of the claim mark that's currently half-healed on her neck.

For the most part he ignored it. But then eventually he got pissed at her and would yell at her. Even told her he would "rip out her vocal cords, then she wouldn't be able to make any noise"

"Omega's really can't handle pain." He said to himself

In some ways, Dean thought it was stupid of him to claim her. But most of it was out of Alpha instinct. He was able to control it with the other three Omega's and the others before them. With her, he couldn't help himself.

He should've just killed her after he knotted her. At least he wouldn't have any more visits from Crowley.

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"Good evening, Dean."

"Damn it, Crowley! What do you want now?!"

"The Omega, she still alive I presume?"

"Like I've said I'm-"

"Dragging it out yes, I know" Crowley interrupted "It's been nearly a week, Dean. Never have you once dragged a kill out this long."

"What's your point?"

"Tell me, did you knot her like you did all the other Omega's before you killed them? Did you claim her too?" He took a step toward the demon.

"So what if I did? Just because I claimed her doesn't mean I still won't kill her."

"Alphas don't kill their mates. But like you just said, just because you claimed her doesn't mean you won't kill her. Now, get the job done."

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When Dean came back inside the cabin Katarina was already asleep. He sat on the little stool in front of the fireplace and stacked the logs to build a fire. At least the smell of the burning wood would help mask her intoxicating scent that still clung in the air of the cabin.

Before crawling in next to her he removed every bit of clothing. He laid down next to her for what seemed like hours. Mostly, he watched her sleep. Sleep was the last thing on his mind. He could still smell her scent. The blanket, the bed, the whole cabin smelled like her. The only other scent he could smell mixed with her's was his own.

The longer he laid there and took in her sleeping form the more her scent got to him. While scooting closer to her he ghosted his lips along the side of her neck and over the mark, taking a moment for his tongue to lick over the wound. As she rolled over on her back she whimpered and a low growl rumbled from his chest.

Gently he pulled her shirt over her head and began pressing kisses down her naked chest and down her stomach. Unbuttoning her jeans he ever so slowly dragged them down her legs with her panties. She moaned in her sleep as the Alpha spread her thighs and pressed open-mouthed kisses on her skin along the inside of her thighs. He wanted to bite her, give her another claim mark that wasn't on her neck. But he held back, he didn't want to wake her up that way.

Just as he suspected, she was already slick from basically doing nothing to her. He took his index finger and dragged it along her wet slit and up towards her clit, her hips jerking at the contact.

"Dean?" The Omega's eyes fluttered open even though she was still half asleep. She looked down just in time to see Dean's eyes on her as his tongue pushed between her folds "What-"

She tried to pull away from him, but his arms tightening around her thighs halted her protest "Shh it's okay 'mega. Alpha just wants to make you feel good."

Finally, his tongue sought out her sensitive, pulsating clit. Still, he kept his eyes on her, watching her expression as he gave her a solid lick against her bud before closing his lips around the oversensitive spot.

It was different when she wasn't in heat. Well, to her it was anyway. When she was in heat she couldn't control the waves of pleasure he gave her, or the intoxicating scent of her arousal her body radiated. But it seemed like it didn't matter whether she was in heat or not, her inner Omega couldn't deny the physical pleasure he was now giving her. But still, the shame was there.

Dean growled against her as he continued to work on her cunt, his tongue sliding down to her opening and collected some of her slick. Her wet walls clenched around nothing as he pulled back "Taste just as good as the first time."

A smirk spread across the Alpha's face when her hips bucked against him. He knew exactly what she needed. Without warning two fingers entered her now swollen, soaked cunt, instantly finding that sweet, sensitive spot deep inside her. Her breaths became raspy as he lazily twisted and turned the two fingers that currently occupied her inner walls. He turns his attention back to her clit, moving his head from side to side and his fingers quickened their pace against the spot inside her.

"That's it, cum for me 'mega" He says as her breathing grew raspy.

Soon she's screaming from the sheer force of her orgasm that crawled through her veins. Like last time he continued to finger and lick her until her body shudders against him. Only this time, she didn't have to beg him to stop.

"Need you on my cock, "mega!" He sits back, hauling her onto his lap, and arranged her legs on either side of his hips.

The swollen head of his cock pressed at her slit. She was still sore from when he gave her his knot two nights ago and because of that, she panicked. With her hands on his shoulders, she attempted to push herself off of him, but the vice-like grip on her hips by his hands tightened to keep her still.

"Dean, wait! I'm so-" Her words were cut off by a hand shooting up and wrapping around her throat.

"Remember what happens if you don't?" He snarled at her.

With his hand still around her throat, she managed to nod her head rapidly.

The panic only ignited in her more when he lifted his hips to push the first inch inside her. Just like last time, he was met with resistance, only this time, it was more of a struggle due to her walls being so swollen. She yelped as Dean slipped the thick head of his cock past her folds. The Demon grunted as he pushed in another three, her tight, aching ring of muscles clenched around him.

He placed a hand between them to rub her still sensitive bud in circles "C'mon 'mega. Open that pretty little pussy up for me."

Between the contact of his thumb on her clit and his words laced with lust, she opened up for him. Once he was finally able to slide the rest of the way in she clamped around him so hard it almost hurt. Her insides felt like they were on fire.

"Hold onto my shoulders." He said while giving her time to adjust.

Without hesitation, she leaned forward, holding onto his shoulders with her face buried in the front of his shoulder.

He pulls out, only the head of his cock is inside her until he thrusts back in. She whimpered in response. Slowly he thrusts up into her. His patience didn't run thin like last time and that surprises him. But she also didn't have the chance to protest against him either. Either time, that wasn't an option.

Now he was plunging into her at a much faster pace. Each time he fucked up into her, she released muffled whimpers against his shoulder. He paused his thrusts only to lift her up an inch, leaving open-mouthed kisses at the skin on the opposite side of her neck. Closing her eyes she expected him to bite her again, but to her surprise, he didn't.

Tears bloomed in her eyes, she could feel his knot beginning to swell and that was something she wasn't prepared for the second time.

With one hard, brutal thrust, he forced his popping knot up inside her. As his release coated her walls, his eyes diverted to the knife on the nightstand. Reaching over he picked up the knife by the handle, his eyes tinted black from the memory from Crowley repeating Dean's own words back to him "just because you claimed her doesn't mean you won't kill her".

With the knife still his in hand he pointed the sharp end towards her back. This was it, he's going to kill her.

But then something struck him. A conscious perhaps? No, Demons didn't have a conscious. But Alphas do.

"I-I can't!" The Alpha roared before plunging the knife into the headboard of the bed.

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Lost Sweater- Kiara Carrera

Kiara x female reader

Summary: Alternative Universe where when one person loses something, their soulmate receives it.

Word count: 2,028

Warnings: None

B/N: Brother/ boy name

Y/N: Your name

Y/A: Your age

Soulmate. A simple word that brings many thoughts to the brain. Someone who you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with, happily. Someone who will treat you in ways you could only dream of. Many people believe in them, others don't. You grew up a non-believer never understanding why God would make something so amazing, such a difficult task for people. Your friends all around you had begun receiving their lost items, all of them meeting their soulmates, meanwhile you remained confused and alone.

You were a non-believer until one day your missing sweater wound up on your bed with a note attached to it.

"You must have misplaced this, I was confused when I was sleeping and the cotton fell on my face, fun fact I almost suffocated. Anyways, hi. This must belong to my soulmate, damn that's crazy. In my entire life I never believed in this shit, my parents telling me about how they met because my dad found and returned a necklace that meant a lot to my mom. I always thought it was bullshit until recently. Here's your sweater back, I 'lost it' throwing it out my window. I hope to hear from you soon.

Your soulmate"

You read the letter over and over as the thoughts finally sunk in. Maybe you wouldn't be alone after all. Gently biting your bottom lip, you suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline run through your body. You ran out of the room and into your brother's room.

He was sitting down at his desk when you barged in. He turned around towards you, only to be nearly tackled in a hug. "Who are you and what have you done with my sister. You barely hug me." B/N asked as he saw the letter in your hand. "Ohhh shit. You got your soulmate." He mumbled, putting the pieces together.

"I'm not gonna end up alone!" You smiled. Your brother knew of your fear. You had talked to him before, explaining your thought process about this all. You were afraid you would die alone, not knowing what it would be like to love and be loved. You knew it was irrational, but growing up you never pictured someone falling in love with you. You took it to heart so you just shut every romantic aspect out of your life.

Your brother congratulated you before you ran back into your room, writing on a lined piece of paper.

"Dear soulmate,

Wow. Just writing those two words felt foreign. Sorry about my sweater almost killing you, I'm just a clumsy person that loses things a lot, but I'm glad you're okay. I also was a non-believer. I always saw the people around me finding their soulmates and being happy, meanwhile I was in the corner watching all my friends find the one. For the longest time I was convinced that maybe I just wasn't meant to have one, but knowing you're out there makes me feel... safe. Attached to this note is a picture of me, I figured maybe if you're curious enough you would want to know what I look like. My name is Y/N I'm Y/A years old and I can't wait to find out who my soulmate is. Xx

Y/N

You took an image of yourself and stapled it to the back of the letter. Opening your window that led to her backyard, you grabbed a scrunchie and wrapped it around the note. You carelessly threw the note and picture out of the window and watched it effortlessly fly away in the night sky. You fell onto your bed, staring happily at your bedroom ceiling.

Slowly drifting off to sleep, your eyes snapped open when you heard a soft popping sound echoed by your desk. Rubbing your eyes, you stood up and walked over. Another letter was displayed on the wood, you smiled softly as you sat down. Your eyes scanned the letter as you read it out loud.

Y/N,

Wow. Just wow. I can't even think of words to form right now. You're absolutely breathtaking. I'm not gonna lie I wasn't expecting a girl, but God, do I feel blessed knowing that you're my soulmate. Your letter and picture were actually soaking wet. But it smelled like salt water, so I'm guessing you live possibly on a coast. I live in the Outer Banks in North Carolina. When I got your letters it just smelled like home. I wanna go traveling, to you, out of the country, just explore new things. I totally understand how you felt about feeling like you're not gonna find a soulmate. I've watched more than half of my high school senior class find their soulmates during the year. Meanwhile I was acting like everything was completely fine and I wasn't distraught. I should be asleep right now, but I'm dying to talk to you. Get to know you. Later on if you'd like, I would love to call you. To hear your voice and your laugh. I think you should get some rest as well. I have no clue what time it is where you are but I want my love to be well rested. Goodnight Xx

Kiara Carrera

You flipped the paper around to see a beautiful mixed girl with carmel colored skin. Her hair was curly and beautiful, flowing from wind. Your eyes were drawn to her smile, you could tell she was laughing and you wished to be able to hear her laugh.

For days on end you and Kiara had been 'losing things' with letters attached to them. Tonight was the night where Kiara was going to call you. Both of you were on the edge of their seats, your hearts beating rapidly. Kiara's hands shook as she dialed your number, pausing between each number.

After what felt like forever, the phone began to ring. You audibly gasped at the sound of a bell ringing. You hesitantly picked up your cell phone that was placed on the bedside dresser. "H-hello?" You spoke into the phone. Kiara broke out in a grin, "Y/F/N, Y/L/N." Your name rolled off her tongue, goosebumps rising on your arms and back of your neck.

"Kiara Carrera" you spoke back, Kiara internally squeaking at the soft, velvety voice that spoke her name. "My god your voice.. okay I totally don't mean to sound weird but it's just so calming and relaxing. God okay wow hi, I never thought I'd see the day where I'd be on the phone with my soulmate." Kiara spoke as she nervously chewed her bottom lip.

"Honestly, me too. Growing up I always... ugh I don't mean to sound like I was sympathy or attention, I always grew up insecure and pictured myself as someone who could never be loved. And everyday I always saw or heard about people finding their soulmates in different ways. It went on for years and everyday I lost hope, but now I'm here talking to you and I feel nauseous, but in a good nervous way. Does that make sense?" You asked, rapidly shaking your leg.

"No I totally get it, I feel really hot right now mostly because I don't know what to say to you. Like my whole life I've planned on things to say but now that I'm talking to you I have no clue what to say or how to say it."

Kiara threw herself on her bed, her smile never leaving her face as she closed her eyes, listening to your soothing voice. "So, tell me about Kiara, what it's like to live in the Outer Banks?"

4 months later

After months of planning, you had managed to save up enough money for a plane ticket to OBX. You were currently walking off the plane and into the terminal, your heart beating a mile a minute. You stood to the side as you were about to text Kiara, asking where she was.

That was until you locked eyes with the girl you'd recognize from the pictures. Kiara's heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest as your eyes met. You held your suitcase tightly as you made a run towards your girl.

You released your items mid run as you opened your arms out. With one swift motion Kiara picked you up in her arms, holding you close to her. Your legs wrapped around her waist as you held each other tightly. "You're real." Kiara mumbled into your neck as she held back tears.

You pulled away from the hug, your legs still around her torso. Her fingers brushed their way through your hair, subconsciously leaning into her touch. Kiara pecked your cheek as she placed you down onto your feet. Your hands intertwined as you guys walked to her car, your thumb rubbing over her knuckles.

They spent the car ride debating on which Beyonce song was truly the best. Kiara blasted the music as loud as she could take as she sped down roads to her house.

She drove past the beach, your eyes not leaving the beautiful view in front of you. Your head was turned to the window as colors of the sand and the ocean blurred by. "You want to go?" Kie asked you as she saw you admiring the waves.

You were left speechless, only able to nod your head.

As soon as they got to Kiara's house, her family was waiting at the door to be introduced. You felt an overwhelming amount of support from her family, none of them giving you attitude or being rude. No one was being homophobic, they were so welcoming towards you which made this day even better.

"Let's go get changed. Bathrooms down the hall and to the left." You dragged your suitcase behind you as you entered the bathroom. You quickly changed into a teal bikini, both pieces of fabric covering you properly, throwing on an oversized shirt for comfort. Kiara grabbed 2 towels and waited for you at this point her face ache from smiling but she couldn't stop.

You walked back out, giving your girl a thumbs up. Joining Kie in the car, she set off to the beach which was only 5 minutes away. It was currently 7:42 p.m. and the sun was beginning to set. The sky was painted in a mixture of purples and pinks, splashes of orange thrown into it as well. You laid down the two towels and sat down on one of them, patting the space next to you.

Kie sat down, instinctively wrapping her arm around you. You rested your head on her shoulder, sitting there in a comfortable silence. You were still in awe at the sight, the waves rising and then quickly falling onto the sand. This was everything compared to the beaches in New Jersey. The birds that flew above, diving down at any food they could find. The sounds of the waves crashing relaxed you to another level.

"I can't believe you get to see this everyday." You whispered. "You could get to see it everyday too. Well, one day. Well only if you want of course." Kiara nervously stumbled on her words, not knowing how to recover from that. "I'd love that." You simply said, looking at her. The sunlight reflected perfectly off her skin, giving her a sort of Golden look.

"Kiara?" You questioned, your eyes falling to her lips. "Hmm?" "Can I kiss you?" Kiara was taken back at your question, but immediately answered by moving in toward her. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against yours. You made the final move and pushed slightly so you two were finally kissing. Both of you melted into each other's touch as you smiled into the kiss. You two shared a passionate kiss for a few seconds before pulling away, your noses gently touching. You pressed a kiss to her nose as she shyly bit her bottom lip.

You rested your head back on her shoulder, staring back into the sunset. "I'm really glad I lost that sweater." You admitted.

"I am too."

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nightshadeshadow123 · 4 years

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Paw prints on the Agent's heart🐾part 5:

Part 5 guys. Honestly didn't expect to write this far but to be honest I've had so much fun with writing this whole fic series. Thanks for all the love and support guys! Love ya'll💜💙💚

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Alex jumped at the sound of loud bangs, yelling and gun fire, blinking the fogginess from her eyes and letting out a groan, trying to move her hands to try and rub at her head but found them tied up behind her with a rope that is digging into the soft skin of her palms uncomfortably

"What?" Alex asked confusedly, taking in her surrounding for a moment, having forgotten where she was for a moment.

"Oh." Alex let out after it dawned on her like a slap in the face.

"WHO INVITED YOU TWO?! Not that I'm complaining, Miss Luthor will be ecstatic to get her hands on such prized aliens." A guard yelled out, firing his gun again as Alex tried to look but couldn't.

"Oh I doubt that even a dick can get her ecstatic, not than anyone would even touch her with a 10 feet pole in the first place." You said smuggly, arms crossed over the silver wolf head logo on your chests matted black armored suit.

Kara eyes widened at your words, thinking to herself 'Yep, sarcastic, foul mouted and dirty just like before.'

The guard almost let out a snort at your choice of words but immediately regained his composure, firing at you again.

"What's it with ya mortals? Bullets can't harm us." You said amusedly as the bullets bounced off of you and Kara.

More guards came streaming in, firing away at the both of you.

You gave Kara a smirk, making her roll her blue eyes at you but give a smile back. "Let's get em'."

"Just don't kill anyone." Kara chuckled, watching you.

"Can't make any promises dearie." You winked before swinging at the nearest guard, punching away at any guards.

"Figured you'd say something like that." Kara said them join in on taking the guards out.

Alex huffed, strands of her hair flying out of her face. "Damn Kryptonians." She said amusedly after hearing the conversations.

You turned into wolf form, running past Alex before stopping and looking at her and give her a wolfish grin.

Alex rolled her brown eyes at you but a tiny smile tug at her plum lips none the less.

You watched her for a moment further with glowing red eyes before jumping at the guard that came running from the front inbetween the rusted containers, a loud bang being created by the impact, making Alex cringe, only imaging how that impact must have felt.

Kara spared a glance at Alex while hovering in the air slightly, a struggling guard held by his armors collar in a iron grip. Kard give her a hint of a smile, glad that her sister is okay before throwing the guard in hand against another two's backs that went to try and take a blow at you making them groan in both pain and shock.

You shook your head out of the daze, nodding your head at Kara in a silent thanks and respect, Kara giving you two thumps up in reply before using x-ray vision to make sure there aren't anymore guards around, landing next to her sister when seeying that all the guards are unconscious around them save for the three groaning guards that are in too much pain to even move.

"Whoops, maybe I threw that one a little too hard." Kara chuckled nervously, figeting with the sleeve of her armor suit.

"Just a tad maybe. But hardly I could've done it better." You motioned with your fingers teasingly as you stepped up to them in human form now, (e/c) eyes shimmering in amusment.

"Is that a challenge?" Kara folded her arms over her chest, eyebrow raised.

"Maybe." You smirked.

"What are the two of you doing here? Not that I mind but how did you manage to get her on our side? And I thought she refused to go near any CADMUS buildings and people." Alex looked up at Kara.

"I only came because she promised good food." You crossed your arms over your chest once again, half covering the wolf head logo again, taking note of how Alex subtly tries to eye it, only causing you to grin more.

"Oh just admit that you do care and are going soft." Kara elbowed you, grinning amusedly as you pretend to be hurt by her.

"Ugh, whatever blondie."

"As much as I love seeying you guys bonding can you first get me out of this ropes and out of here before CADMUS backup arrive." Alex pipped in, impatiently struggling against the restraints again, gritting her teeth at the pain it cause in her now raw wrists.

"Aww but it's kinda kinky seeying you like that. All tied up-"

"Shut it wolf." Alex glared.

"Make me Princessa." You smirked at the red haired woman.

Alex only glared more making you laugh as you untie her.

"Thanks." Alex huffed, rubbing at her wrists.

You only winked at her, standing next to Kara.

"Thanks for the help. You have a great nose to sniff people out." Kara thanked you, pating you on the shoulder as you began to make your way outside with Alex.

"It was no biggie Kar. Was kinda fun." You smiled at the blonde kryptonian.

"Will we see you again?" Alex suddenly asked, grabbing at your armored clad arm as you three stood outside, taking careful steps to not step on more unconscious guards that layed around the place.

You looked down at her hand on your arm for a moment before looking back up into her eyes.

"Of course you will. I'll meet ya both back at the DEO base, gotta take care of a few things first though." You explained, smiling at Alex.

Alex could feel a small blush brusing at her cheecks as she think 'Woah, she have such seductively pretty (e/c) eyes.'

"Better watch yourself out there then and get to the DEO so I can test you to see if you are really that tough." Alex removed her arm and watch as you walked past Kara.

"We can do a lot more than just testing Agent Danvers. We can-Ouch!" You yelped as Kara smacked you in the back of the head.

"Don't talk dirty in front of me about my sister." Kara teased, grinning as you glare at her.

"Pussy blocker." You snort but continued walking, giving them one last glance before dissapearing into the forest.

Alex tried to hide her blush but Kara end up teasingly raising and eyebrow at her. "I ship this."

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say. Let's get back to the base." Alex tugged her by the elbow.

"I'm going to help plan the wedding! No questions asked!"

"Kara!"

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It was the next day when you showed up at the DEO, (e/c) eyes taking in everything in awe as agents went on with their work.

"Glad to see you've finally showed up here." A male voice said from your left, making you spun and face the person, seeying Hank Henshaw stand there.

"Hank." You greeted the martian, earning a tiny smile from him as he gestured you to follow him.

"What is your name? Haven't gotten it because we were in a hurry to save agent Danvers." Hank looked at you, allowing you to step into the elegant elevator first, following behind soon after.

"How about you tell me your real name first martian, then I'll tell you mine."

He looked shocked for a moment.

"Wait how do you know I'm a-" He began but you pointed at your nose before he could even finish his question.

"I can identify any alien species from humans. I have a good nose." You explained.

"I like even more already." He smiled at you.

"My real name is J'onn J'onzz." He held out a hand to you.

"Nice to meet ya, names (Y/N)." You shook his hand firmly, suprising him even more.

"You have great strength." J'onn aknowledge respectfully.

"Oh that's nothing, you should see the metal container I tackled that guards against last night, I doubt the guy will ever wake up and be removed intact from it." You mused out, stepping out onto the floor when the elevator doors opened.

"You are full of surprises." J'onn chuckled under his breath.

"What's live without a little surprises?" You followed him as he lead you towards what seem to be a big office, allowing you to enter first then closing the door behind the both of you.

Taking in the office you spotted Kara sitting in chair and flipping through a file, curiously looking up when you and J'onn entered, a bright smile immediately crossing her face upon seeying you, throwing the file to the side without a care as she jumped up.

"You came!" Kara pulled you into a hug.

"Of course. I had nothing else better to do anyways. And I guess it wouldn't hurt to give a shot at the DEO, maybe I can be of better help here." You returned her hug before taking a seat where J'onn have gestured in front of his desk after he sat down too, Kara taking her seat too again after picking up the file she have thrown.

J'onn turned his attention back to you, hands folded on the desk as he eye you curiously.

"I have a few questoins to ask you if you don't mind."

"Ask away." You said.

"We want to know what powers and abilities you have." He explained, hoping he doesn't seem like an enemy to you.

"Well aside from shape shifting into a huge wolf and super strength, I have better smelling and seeying senses than humans, super speed and can endure both extremely cold and hot tempretures, Illusion, psychokinesis, and have x-ray vision, laser vision and also hell-fire breath that can melt through anything and pretty much bullet proof like Kara and can sometimes mimic others powers if I concentrate hard enough."

"Interesting. I'd like to spar with you to test those abilities." J'onn said, intrigued by this.

Kara looked intrigued by this too. "Wait. What? That is cool. I don't have all those."

"Jealous?" You teased the blonde, folding your arms against the chairs top and leaning against them.

Kara glared playfully. "Maybe."

"Trust me, these powers are fun and all but the getting them was not so fun with CADMUS. It was extremely painfull and I had to suffer everyday for a few years. The old hag even managed to take away my flight ability with an expiriment gone wrong."

Both J'onn and Kara looked at you in sympathy.

"I'm a sorry we couldn't have rescued you." J'onn said truthfully.

You gave them both a comforting smile. "Hey it's okay. You didn't know and they are a shady but dangerous corperation. I'm just glad I've met someone there that have helped me escape. We still are best friends. Never could really loose contact and that was all fine with us both."

J'onn studied you. "Who helped you escape? You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

You pursed your lips, hesitating for a moment. "Well, believe it or not, it was their little black sheep of the family, Lena Luthor."

With that said a memory flew through Kara's mind with her and Lena's talk on the balcony.

"I know that she was my mothers best expiriment and weapon to use against her enemies. And for who helped her escape, I don't know who it was. Maybe it was someone with a death wish."

That rang throug her head a few times. "Lena you genuis sneaky little vixen. Only you would go against your own mother."

You chuckeld at the blonde kryptonian. "Lena told me that you've asked about me. I arrived at her office right after you've left."

"Oh you two are sneaky little vixens. I should've know she was half lying."

"She only did it to protect us both. She is a protective friend ya know. We'd do anything to keep each other safe, we only had each other. And besides, she didn't know that we used to be childhood besties." You explained.

"Good. Now you have me too then." Kara said truthfully.

J'onn softly smile at the two of you. "I'm glad she've helped you. She's a good woman that are full of surprises just like you."

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You walked next to Kara as J'onn walked at the front, leading you through the DEO, showing you around the place.

"Sir!" A guy came running towards J'onn.

"Winn." He greeted, coming to a stop and looking down at him. "What is it?"

Winn's eyes immediately lit up when seeying you, pushing Kara aside earning a startled 'Hey!' from the blonde Kryptonian as he stood by you bubbling with excitement.

"It's such an honor to finally meet you." He akwardly greeted, holding a hand out. "I'm Winn."

You smiled at the akward man, shaking his hand firmly just like you did with J'onn, amused at his shock and excitiment. "I'm (Y/N)."

"I know this a probably to soon to ask but...can I please desing you a suit?"

"Winn!" J'onn glared, making you laugh.

"Woah dude. Thanks for the offer but a Luthor already beated ya to it."

Winn tried to hide a pout. "Ah man, Lena's good with designing. But...if you ever want new suits keep me in mind please."

"I will keep that in mind Winn, thanks." You watched as he bubbled up with excitiment before rushing away again after J'onn dismissed him.

You and Kara began to follow him again for awhile until he led you into what seems to be a huge impressive training room.

"Very nice." You said more to yourself before you spotted Alex sparring with another agent.

"Loving the view." You mused, arms crossed as you lean against a wall, head tilted to the side when Alex lost her focus and the other agent kicked her legs and knocking her over as she cuss under her breath, making you and J'onn give each other a cheecky smile at the red haired agents fail.

Alex got back up, not exceptting the agent hao that wanted to help her up. "I'm fine, you are dismissed Agent Lopez." Watching as the lacky man scurry away before turning to see you, Kara and J'onn chuckling at her.

"Well would you look at that, I have to get back to CatCo. Miss Grant wants me to do....something." Kara slipped away before Alex could send her her famous cold glare.

Alex shot you both a 'not amused' look, making you and J'onn stop, playfully holding your hands up.

"You are late." Alex finally spoke up, moving closer.

"Oh, honey, no. I'm never late. I arrive exactly when I have to. And I had to take care of other things too before I came here."

"And what other things might that have been?" Alex prod.

"Nothing bad, was just helping out a lady."

Alex gave you a look. "Helping out a lady?"

You smirked even more. "Yep." You said popping the p and looking around the room again as J'onn sneakily leave the room.

"Interesting. Good to see you came." Alex said, watching as your (e/c) eyes scan the room curiously before you ran to the salmon ladder in the room.

"Awesome! I love this workout." You threw off your shirt, revealing a black training bra as Alex watched.

You immediately got started, ignoring the agent that is watching you.

"Enjoying the view Princesa?" You teased when feeling her eyes heavily scanning over you

"Shut up." Alex scoffed, looking away briefly and muttering "maybe." under her breath before looking back up at you again as you sent her a wink before concentrating again.

"I can't wait to kick your smug ass." Alex said.

"Ya wish Danvers."

"Where did you learn this workout session? It looks like you've been doing it for years." Alex sneaked a glance at your flexing abs and well built arms, bitting her lower lip to try and keep away her not so innocent thoughts.

You've didn't fail to notice her subtle glance, smuggly smiling at her again.

"I've learned this and much more by CADMUS. They've always made their best train and workout everyday. Can't say I mind the workouts from them but the expirimenting not at all. I kept working out even after Lena have helped me escape that place. She have an epic gym at her place I we both use." You explained, still focused.

"Lena helped you? Woah, who would've though that. You two seem close if you two keep in contact."

"Yeah, we are good friends. We tend to work together on projects at times and hang out when she's free which aren't that often. The poor woman overwork herself too much. Have told her to take breaks often but she's a stuborn one." You looked at Alex once you were back on the ground.

"Sure does sound like her." Alex watched you again as you went for another round on the salmon ladder.

"I've heard Lena mentoined you and Kara by her. She said she goes to the game nights. Does she know that you are an agent and that Kara is Supergirl? She've never mentioned that."

"No, she doesn't know that. It's best that way." Alex explained.

"Yikes." You spared another glance at her. "Don't wanna be there if the secret gets found out."

Alex pursed her lips, arms folded. "You won't tell her right?"

"I'm against keeping secrets from my friend but it's not my place to tell. So, No, I won't tell her."

Alex let's out a relieved sigh. "Thanks."

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Man I'm obsessed with salmon ladder workout way too much. Sorry for the long wait, had to wait for insperation to smack me first and drag myself out of my depressed state I was in. Don't know when the next part will be posted or if it will be posted. Welp hope ye guys like this part, stay safe my peeps.

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hazelandglasz · 5 years

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Oh my, oh my, "I’m calling to cancel our date because I’m actually in the ER right now, sorry. …I mean, sure, I guess you can come down here, but… okay…" with Klaiiiine, pretty pretty please ? (I think this is the first time I've ever prompted you and I don't know why)

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Blaine could cry.

Out of pain, sure, but also out of sheer frustration.

After months of sighing after Kurt Hummel, Blaine finally pulled his head out of his ass and asked him out--and was rewarded with a loud and clear “yes”--only to have to cancel because of his stupidity.

As in, got so excited about getting ready for his date that he tripped on his scarf and fell.

And now, Blaine’s wrist is hurting very badly, and oh God it’s an odd angle too.

Shit, shit, shit.

At least it’s his right one--silver lining of being a lefty.

While he waits and tries not to cry--not that there's anything wrong with a man crying, it’s just that Blaine didn’t pack any tissue and crying always makes him sneezy--Blaine sends a message to Kurt.

B: I’m so sorry I have to cancel our date but I’m in the E.R. Long story.

B: Raincheck?

K: Oh no! Are you okay?

K: Stupid question, nvm

K: Which hospital?

That gives Blaine pause. Why would Kurt want to know the name of the hospital?

B: Brooklyn Hospital Center

B: Why?

K: On my way.

B: What? No, no, Kurt, it’s fine! Don’t come down here I’m a mess

K: Blaine.

K: I’m not going to leave you alone while you’re in pain

K: I’ll keep you company, bring you smthing to eat, and we’ll see ok?

Blaine considers his options.

He can allow Kurt to come down to the hospital, see him be a pathetic, hurt mess, but they will be together and who knows, maybe he’ll get a sympathy first kiss.

(No, he does not have a nurse kink--but now that the image of Kurt in a doctor’s outfit presents itself, oy.)

Or.

He insists Kurt does not come, Kurt’s feelings are hurt while Blaine’s body is hurt, they never speak to each other and Blaine has to move back to Ohio.

Door number one, then please.

B: I suppose it won’t hurt, but no comment on how I look or no deal.

K: Scout’s honor.

Blaine smiles at that, barely suppressing a laugh at the next message.

K: I never was a scout, to be transparent and honest, but being a cheerleader counts, right?

Well now that opens a whole can of conversation, doesn’t it?

B: Cheerleader uh? I guess I can admit that if you have photographic evidence that it happened

K: Deal. See you in a few!

Blaine smiles at his phone before slowly but surely descending into a panic.

Kurt is coming.

Kurt, whom he has crushed on for the better portion of this semester; Kurt, who is always effortlessly stylish and remarkable; Kurt, who is probably the most interesting man in the school, if not the entire city.

This Kurt.

Is coming to, what, hang out with him in the E.R. while Blaine looks like a trainwreck smashed by a bulldozer?

Before slipping on his scarf, Blaine was getting ready for his date with Kurt.

The keyword here is clearly the “getting” part, because he is nowhere near ready.

Not even taking into consideration the broken wrist and the puffy eyes from crying, which would be more than enough, Blaine knows that he is objectively a mess.

No product in his hair, an old t-shirt--the only thing he has going for him is his pants, because they are his Pants, capital P required.

But he’s sitting, so even that is a moot point.

With his free hand, Blaine tries to tame his hair but with no mirror and no product, he probably messes it up even further.

“Mr Anderson?”

A nurse appears in front of him. Nurse Pavarotti, it reads on her tag.

“Yes?”

“I’m going to take you down for a X-Ray in about twenty minutes, if that’s alright with you. Sorry about the wait.”

Blaine nods. “I just--there is a, um, a friend coming to keep me company. Is it okay if we …”

The nurse gives him a long, searching look before giving him a small nod.

Twenty-one minutes later, Kurt makes an appearance. He is short of breath, slightly dishevelled, and his cheeks are a dark shade of pink.

Not a bad look on him, all things considered, but not one Blaine has ever seen on him.

“Blaine!” Kurt exclaims, making his way to the chair next to him.

“There you are,” Blaine says, unable to keep himself from smiling.

Kurt smiles back, unbuttoning his coat before taking a look at Blaine’s hand, wrapped from the tip of his fingers to his elbow in a dish towel with melted ice cubes. “Does it hurt?”

“Oh, yes. A lot.” Blaine chuckles darkly. “I’m considering gnawing it off to stop the pain.”

Kurt coos before looking from Blaine’s hand to his hair. Something sparks up in his eyes.

“That’s a new look?”

Blaine can feel his face heating up. “N-no, oh gosh no, I was just, just, um, getting ready for our date when my scarf attacked me from the floor.”

“Traitor.”

“Exactly.”

They look into each other’s eyes and Blaine really has no self-control over his zygomatics when it comes to Kurt, does he?

“Mr Anderson? Are you ready?”

Blaine shakes himself from his Kurt-induced trance and nods to the nurse.

“Give me your coat, I’ll wait here,” Kurt offers, already settling in his chair.

“I’ll be right back,” Blaine replies, groaning when the towel slightly moves over his wrist.

“Don’t worry,” Kurt says, “I’m not going anywhere. You won’t get rid of me so easily.”

A weight is lifted from Blaine’s chest, a weight he didn’t even know had found its spot there.

“It won’t take much time,” Nurse Pavarotti says as she guides Blaine toward the examination room. “And you two lovebirds will be back together in no time.”

Blaine’s blush is back at full volume. “We’re not, I--”

“Tutt-tutt-tutt,” the nurse stops him. “I can tell. Now we will X-ray you and in the best case scenario, put you in a cast before sending you both on your merry little way.”

Blaine sighs. “Okay.”

“Oh, don’t be so gloomy, dear. I’m sure we can find a color that will enhance those eyes.”

“Okay.” This time around, Blaine puts a little more energy and enthusiasm in his voice. After all, if there is one thing he knows how, it’s to accessorize.

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Kurt is keeping busy with Candy Crush when Blaine returns, arm in a cast.

He doesn’t know why he went to the hospital--it can be because he waited for so long to either get the courage to ask Blaine out or for Blaine to cut through his obliviousness.

It can be because he cares about Blaine already.

It can be because Blaine made the first move and it was his turn.

--but right this moment, he doesn’t regret it.

Because Blaine has a cast on and he looks so shy and vulnerable. All Kurt wants to do is wrap him in a blanket and take care of him.

… Come to think of it, Blaine may need some help in the days to come. Even if he’s left-handed--and Kurt knows that tidbit of information, thank you very much--, it cannot be easy to navigate his daily tasks one-handed, can it?

“We had to give him a strong painkiller,” the nurse explains as she guides Blaine back to his seat. “Will you be able to take him home?”

“Oh! I’m not--we’re not--that is, not yet. I mean …”

The nurse frowns at him. “You are Kurt, aren’t you?”

“I am.”

“I thought so. Mr Anderson here mentioned you a couple of times while we were putting on the cast.”

“He--he did?”

“Only good things. So good, in fact, that I assumed you two were already an item.” The nurse cocks her head to the side. “I’m telling you this because we need to make sure Mr Anderson won’t stay alone for the next 24 hours. And if you’re not in a capacity to be here for him, we need to contact his emergency contact, which appears to be a Mr Anderson …?”

“That must be his brother. But he recently moved to Los Angeles so that’s a moot point.” Kurt takes a deep breath--it’s a no-brainer. “Don’t worry, Miss, I will stay with Blaine.”

I would stay with Blaine forever, but that’s perhaps a tad too soon to say it out loud.

“Fantastic! Well, all you need to know is that the cast needs to stay dry, and here is a prescription for painkillers. Otherwise, just check with him how his fingers feel. If he starts losing sensation in them--”

“Bring him back?”

“Bring him back.”

“Alright.” Kurt gives the nurse an approximation of a military salute before turning back to Blaine.

Who is wearing his jacket like a cape and smiling adoringly at him.

“Blaine? You okay buddy?”

“‘m fine,” Blaine replies, getting on wobbly legs. “Not as fine as you, though.”

Kurt flushes deeply but cannot help the pang of satisfaction at hearing this. Really, after months of being either oblivious or afraid of his feelings, Blaine is now going to let them all out, just because of a painkiller?

As little as he put into his thought process in coming to the E.R., Kurt can only pat himself on the back for the best decision made tonight.

“You flatterer,” he simply says, steadying Blaine with one hand around his waist. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“On the first date?” Blaine snorts before giggling. “Oh, Mr Hummel!”

Behind them, Kurt could swear he hears the nurse huffing a laugh. “No, not like that, Blaine. I’m just taking you home so you can rest and get better.”

Blaine pauses and Kurt has to stop. His eyes are a bit unfocused, sure, but there is a seriousness in them all the same. “You’re going to take care of me.” It’s not even phrased as a question.

Kurt swallows hard on the unexpected lump in his throat. “I will,” he replies, and he finds that he doesn’t mean just for the period of healing ahead.

He wants to date Blaine, sure, he wants to kiss him and “dot dot dot”, sure, but he wants …

Kurt wants the nitty gritty too.

He wants to figure out if Blaine is tidy or messy, he wants to find him drinking milk out of the bottle, he wants to see him under all the colors of the emotional rainbow.

He wants the passionate nights of lust and the quiet nights of comfort.

He wants everything Blaine has to offer and he wants to give Blaine everything in return.

That’s how far gone he is.

But for now, a helping hand to get clean and into another t-shirt and maybe some help heating up some soup will have to do.

“I know you will,” Blaine says, leaning his head on Kurt’s shoulder. “‘m sorry for our date.”

“It’s only a delay, don’t worry,” Kurt says with a smile as they start walking.

“I had this whole plan, you know.”

“Oh? Care to tell me about it.”

Blaine opens his mouth before glaring at Kurt.

(Well, “glaring”. An attempt is made, and Kurt really shouldn’t be laughing.)

“No, no, no. I’ll keep my surprise for you, Kurt. I’m going to woo the shizzle out of you.”

“The shizzle? Consider me swept off my feet already.”

“Good. But you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Blaine says with a smile and a wink, the insufferable …

The adorable, insufferable idiot.

God, Kurt loves him so much already.

“Kurt?”

“Hm?”

“I really am sorry it took me so long to ask you out.”

Kurt smiles crookedly at Blaine. “It’s fine. I could have asked you out too, but I was--”

“--scared?”

“Terrified.”

Blaine huffs. “We truly make a pair.”

“As long as we get it right in the end.”

A short nod and a happy sigh. “As long as we get it right, yeah.”

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thewolfswriting · 3 years

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The Dangers Of A Demon Chapter 3

Pairings: Demon Alpha!Dean x Katarina Morgan (Omega OC)

Word count: 2,009

Chapter Warnings: Profanity, Scent Marking, Knotting, Loss of Virginity, Dub-con, Non-consensual claiming 18+ content just don’t read if you’re under the age of 18

Taglist: @charmed-asylum

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

With a snarl, Dean kicked the cabin door open so hard it bounced off the wall. Even though he told the Omega to shut up, she still screamed at him the whole way back. He kicked the door shut behind him before throwing her to the floor with a thud. With tears flowing down her face she crawled backward until her back pressed against the nightstand. The fear grew more within her when he picked up the knife from the floor.

"Did you really think you could fucking escape?! He yelled while taking a fistful of her hair and pointing the knife at her face "Where the hell do you think you were going?!"

"I was trying to get away from you!" She all but yelled eyeballing the sharp object that's uncomfortably close to her face.

"You're not going anywhere until I decide when I'm gonna kill you. Understand?!"

She sobbed "Y-yes."

"Good. Now, get back up on that fucking bed and stay there." He pointed towards the bed with the knife still in hand.

Not wanting to piss him off even more she didn't hesitate to do what she was told. His eyes had even stayed black the whole time.

Keeping his eyes on her Dean growled at the sound of his phone ringing in his pocket. She let out a sigh of relief once his attention wasn't directed towards her, but to the person he was currently on the phone with.

"What do you want Crowley?" Dean barked into the phone.

"Is it done?"

"I'm working on it."

"It's been 3 days Dean. You never drag out a kill. Get it done or I'll send someone who will."

"The job will get done but on my terms. Send anyone else and they'll be dead too!" Dean yelled the last sentence before hanging up not giving Crowley the chance to answer. If Crowley knew what was good for him, he would take what Dean said seriously.

"Who was that?" Katarina asked in a hushed tone like she was afraid he'd yell at her for asking.

At this point, the demon didn't care she heard the whole conversation "Don't worry about it."

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"We still haven't found her sheriff." One of the deputies said with a tone of sympathy.

He had to be careful to not give it away that he's looking for Katarina and because of that, only two of his deputies know she's missing. The only evidence they found was her footprints in the snow that led to her mother's grave. But Dean was careful to make sure nothing else of hers was left behind the night he took her.

"Keep looking. I want my daughter found safe and alive." Sheriff Morgan sighed. So nobody grew suspicious he had to hide the fact he knows who has his Omega of a daughter. Even worse, he's hiding that those three Omega's that were missing are now dead. All for the sake of an attempt to keep his daughter safe

"I'll find you. I promise." He muttered while gazing at the picture of his daughter on his desk.

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Dean returned to the cabin carrying a few logs of wood before he sat down on the stool to start a fire in the fireplace. Not one word did Dean had said to her since the situation that took place earlier that evening. Every time she heard the swing of Dean's ax hit the wood, she flinched thinking if he would kill her that way.

Katarina's shivering soon calmed down once the heat of the fire finally warmed the cabin. She buried her face against the blanket as she hugged it closer to her body and made a sound she's never made before. Realizing she just purred she sniffed the blanket. That's when it hit her. The blanket, the entire bed smells like Dean. She hoped with everything in her the Alpha across the room didn't hear the noise she once again just made. To her, that would be embarrassing given she's never had an Alpha touch her let alone have a heat yet. She only hoped having an Alpha this close to her wouldn't trigger her heat.

Relaxing enough she closed her eyes, finally falling asleep only minutes after.

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It was hours later when she awoke covered in a sheet of her own sweat. She looked at the fireplace which was still burning. She removed her jacket from her shoulders and three the blanket off, thinking maybe she got too hot from the heat of the fire and all the other layers on her. But then she smelled it, her own scent thick in the air of the cabin. Then she felt it, a cramp in her lower belly striking through her. Oh, no. So much for hoping.

"You're in heat."

She jumped as Dean pulled her closer to him. Gripping her jaw he holds her head in place as he, with golden eyes ran his nose along the side of her neck and let his hands roam either side of her body "Y-you knew this would h-happen." She went stiff as he pressed his hips forward against her ass and could feel the hardness of his cock straining against the demon fabric of his jeans.

He chuckled at her words while bringing his hand to the front of her jeans and popped the button and sliding two fingers in the waistband. The arousal pooled in her panties as soon as his fingers came in contact against hot, slick flesh. She bit her lip to keep any type of noise in from the fingers on her virgin cunt.

"Oh, you're damn right I did." His eyes flashed golden "And from the way you smell right now, I'm guessing you've never had an Alpha touch you or even have a knot in you. Now, that's gonna change."

The only response he got was a whimper of pain as another cramp shot through her. She knew this day would come, she knew what to expect, but she didn't expect was her heat to come like this. Triggered by a demon who happens to be an Alpha.

"Gonna make you feel good, Omega."

Dean flipped her on her back and ripped her shirt over her head before claiming her mouth with his. He took the liberty of palming her breasts through her plain white bra before taking it in his hands and ripping it from her chest. The demon was quick to capture her wrists in his hands to prevent her from covering herself.

While squeezing her breasts in his hands his eyes divert to her chest "Fuck, these tits are perfect, 'mega." His thumbs grazed across her aching nipples "Fit just right in my hands."

The Omega closed her eyes as he then smoothed a hand down her stomach to drag her jeans and panties down her legs. Holding her breath he pried her legs open while laying down on his stomach and slinging her legs over his shoulders. Her eyes snapped open once she felt the stubble on his face drag along her inner thigh and his breath ghosting over her mound and his tongue swiping up her slit.

"What are you doing?" She tried to close her legs around Dean's head.

"What's it look like 'mega?" He chuckled against her "Your cunt is just begging to be touched."

The shade of red that washed over her face was just a confirmation of his statement. It didn't matter how much Katarina wanted to deny it, her pussy was drenched from her arousal.

The tip of his nose nudged her clit as his tongue delved between her folds and brushed against her opening. Shame washed over her when her hips involuntarily bucked against his face and whimpered in pleasure. Not once had she ever thought about having an Alpha's face between her legs.

Dean was moaning against her sex and her face turned a deeper shade of red when he pulled back and moaned things like "your taste is intoxicating". But he always leaned back in and continued his actions.

Two rough fingers circled her tight entrance. It was almost like Dean could read her thoughts about protesting as he snaked a hand up her body and wrapped it around her throat as a warning "Come on 'mega" He licked her clit once "Open up for me." Twice.

Finally, he slid his two thick digits inside her. In an attempt to open her up more, he scissored them inside her, earning a gasp from the slight stretch.

"Oh, fuck." The Omega whimpered as Dean curled his fingers at the spot deep inside her.

"Yeah, there we go." He mumbled before continuing his assault on her clit.

It wasn't long until she became a writhing, screaming mess, her orgasm flooding through her body.

"Dean, please stop." She whimpered as he continued to finger and lick her through her orgasm.

Pulling away from her, Dean sat up on his knees and flipped her over on her stomach "Face down, ass up. Now."

It was out of pure Omega instinct that she did what she was told and she hated herself for it because she knew what was coming. She tried to crawl away as Dean removed his clothes but he only grabbed her hips and pulled her back into place before positioning himself behind her.

Before she could turn her head to look behind her he shoved her face to the mattress "It's better you don't see this 'mega." He rutted between her folds and spread her slick over his cock.

She fisted the blanket with tears in her eyes as the head of his cock pushes against her quivering heat and that's when he felt the resistance. She didn't say a word. The only sound she made was a whimper of horror as he struggled to push the first inch inside her and beads of sweat started to form on his skin.

"Please wait! Dean, I can't. It hurts!" She wailed at him when he rutted in another two inches. She felt like he was splitting her in two.

He was starting to lose patience with her "Oh, I know it does. But you're gonna take my cock like the submissive Omega you are. You wanna know what happens if you don't?" He snarled at her.

"You'll hurt me?"

"That is right. Now shut the hell up and take it like a good little Omega!"

The hands that gripped her hips tightened to keep her still as he attempted to again push forward but stilled his movement when her walls gripped him. At that moment his patience might as well just disintegrated. Snarling he slammed himself completely inside her. The glass-shattering scream from Katarina's throat echoed throughout the cabin but was soon silenced the moment Dean leaned over and clamped a hand over her mouth.

By testing her he rocked his hips forward, eliciting a whimper of pain from the girl. Slightly he pulled out only to slam himself back into her. She sobbed into the blanket with each drag of his cock against her. At first, he went slow, but with each time she involuntarily clenched his thrusts became faster and harder.

She wondered how bad it would've gone if she had fought him on it. But then again, she didn't have to wonder. Even though he hurt her anyway, it could've been worse.

"Gonna knot you little 'mega." His voice was suddenly deeper.

The words she just heard didn't fully register until she felt it at the base of him and her eyes grew wide. His knot was starting to swell. As he still pounded into her he dragged her up against his chest. He pulled back only to snap his hips forward and with one hard thrust, he forced his knot inside her. As thick ropes of cum filled her womb he licked a line from her shoulder to her neck before sinking his teeth deep in her neck.

"My Omega." Was the last thing she heard before closing her eyes.

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