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sanakimohara · 2 days

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Okay but like changbin gives me I don’t care that you just went to the gym and want to shower, I want you now

“LUNCH” S. C.

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Everyday I cry about the fact that I’ll never have a chance to be strong armed by Changbin. We all can suffer together though…

[ MDNI ] + [ NSFW ] + [ ORAL ] + [ NO PLOT… ]

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Changbin doesn’t know what it is about seeing you working so hard next to him at the gym that gets his blood running hot.

Maybe it's how you look into the mirror as you stretch, so focused but undeniably ethereal at the same time.

Perhaps it's the gentle smile you give him any time you waltz past to another station or area of exercise.

He can’t help but stare you down while working out by himself.

You're gorgeous, and you know he knows.

Maybe the subtle sheen of sweat coasts your skin when your shared workout is all said and done.

You take your time to cool down with him, making sly remarks about his progress and refuting the praise he gives you out of instinctual humility.

He can't quite put his fingers on the reason his cock twitches to life when you make it a point to be touchy with him all the way home.

Leaning into his side as you walk.

Holding his arms in a tight embrace with your head on his shoulder.

Playing with his free hand as he drives while rambling about anything and everything.

Pecking his cheek the instant your apartment door clicks shut behind you both.

The tension is tortuous for him, but he deals with it well.

That is until you bend over to grab a water from the fridge.

His will snaps in two, seeing your backside out for the taking, the brace of your hands gripping cool steel not helping his imagination, and the soft hums you let out as you search for a snack to share, pulling him in close like a siren song.

You jump, feeling his hands on your hips without warning, comfortable but confused.

Changbin has always been touchy, and you don't mind, but the absence of a quick shower has you squirming away from him.

You ask what he wants, leaving the snack choice up for debate as he presses into you.

“Just you..” he murmurs so low you aren't sure if he even spoke, to begin with, but he did, and that much is evident by the heat his breath leaves on the shell of your ear.

It's distracting, his heavy breathing, the subtle grind of his hips as you gasp in shock, and the gentle grip his hands impose on your ass.

“Not now..” you whisper stubbornly, a half-hearted attempt to pry him off your body, but Changbin doesn't hear a word you say.

He's busy slamming the fridge shut, lips trailing your neck for a specific spot as he does, and he finds it in seconds.

You stiffen as his tongue runs over a healing mark, a tender spot he abused on the regular, and you crumble at it.

He bit down a tender nip that roused a high-pitched moan from you.

That lingering adrenaline from the gym surges back, intensifying as his tongue lapped at your surface wound.

You shudder as the wet muscle collects your sweat, lathering his tongue and adding to the thrill you wanted to hide.

“You're disgusting..” you huff defiantly, smiling despite the harsh observation, but Changbin seems to take it to heart.

A sharp slap is given to your backside, unforgiving and completely petrifying.

Your head whipped to the side to glare at him, mouth open to curse him, but you didn't get a chance to.

Changbin takes his time then, exploring your open mouth with care, tongue diving deeper with each lick, luring yours in with sloppy intent.

Drool trickles down your chin, mixing with salty skin and dampening the exchange.

He pushes, and you pull.

One rough movement on his part has you pinned between him and the steel door, chest to chest, eye to eye.

You take a breath, gasping for air as he tears away to mark your neck again, hungry for the taste of you.

In shock, you mewl and writhe, forgetting the desire to freshen up as his hands slip down the underside of your thighs.

One solid tap from him is all you need to jump; legs secure on his waist and hands clasped around his nape.

Changbin steps back twice, turning a heel to lay you down on a countertop.

“Cold!” you hiss, mildly alarmed by the sudden temperature change, but your worries vanish as he tugs at the zipper keeping your cropped athletic shirt together.

You watch as his eyes drift upwards, never leaving yours as the silver zip comes undone above your navel.

Cool air surrounds your breasts, nipples peaking high and remnants of sweat glistening on them.

He stops to admire, smiling wide as your chest rises and falls from slow breaths.

You tug a tuft of his hair, begging him to get a closer view of them, even better taste.

Changbin concedes immediately, warm mouth sinking on your left breast first, suckling slow and harsh before his tongue found a strategic pattern to entertain your bud.

He switched with vigor, going from one mound to the next with a grateful grin.

You shuddered after each menstruation, back arching from the solid counter to meet his firm weight.

He smiled against your skin, purposefully spitting down the valley of your breasts to lick it up with a proud smile.

“You're sick..” you moan wantonly, running your hands through his hair and fisting the dark strands tight as he chuckled.

“And you're aren't?” his rhetorical response earns a blush from you, a rare bashful look in your eyes as his hands tugged at your bottoms.

“M’ not..” you deny out of habit, knowing full well you were lying through your teeth and that the moment your cunt was exposed to him, the red be evidence.

“I doubt that..” Changbin cooed playfully, sweet words contrasting the nearly brash way he pulled your shorts and panties off.

The articles of clothing settled on the floor at his feet, his shirt joining soon after, and you shifted to add your top to the pile but stopped as he shook his head.

“Leave it be. You look cute this way.”

His compliment makes you blank out for a second; it is honest but straightforward.

You attempt to thank him, lips parted to speak gratitude, but all that rushes out is a satisfied whimper as his head nestles between your legs.

How he knelt so fast to get a taste from your cunt wasn't a concern as your focus lingered on his tongue passing through your folds.

One should feel disturbed by the ordeal, being eaten out so vigorously, but you're not allowed to be.

Changbin negates it with pleasure, lapping at your clit religiously, alternating his focus on the bundle of nerves and your heated walls.

His hands keep your thighs apart, forcing them wide open and leveraging that access for all its worth.

You pant physically, losing concentration as he suckles your clit and applies delicate intrusion into your seat heat.

The taste is different to him, more addictive and intoxicating.

He goes back in for more, selfish with his goal to make you come, and thoroughly enjoying the shy screams you let out as your high ramps up.

Changbin eyes your reactions, not stopping you from sitting up on your elbows to watch him devour you.

“Fuck..is it that good?..” you tease him through a string of broken moans, tangling a hand in his hair to push him in closer.

He doesn't fight you, smiling as your walls contract around his tongue.

A rigid shudder through you follows, your smile widening as he moans against your mound, and your toes curl at the primal sound and vibration it imbues.

The gentle swirl of his tongue along your folds and clit is electrifying, dizzying even, and your knees go weak at the feeling.

Was he that deprived of you?

That morbidly starved from your cunt?

You could only assume that was the case with the way he drooled on your entrance, a gentle hiss of approval leaving his slick lips as a mixture of cum and spit slithered down your folds and onto the countertop.

A bit stunned by the vulgar sight, you made a move to hop off the edge out of embarrassment, but Changbin imposed himself on you again, holding you hostage with his clothed cock prodding your cut through his shorts.

His tip twitched at your entrance, the overt action rendering you speechless as he ground his hips harder into you.

Sensitive, you were ever so sensitive as he edged you to delirium.

You glanced downward, getting impatient with him but thrilled by the sight of his erection.

Changbin followed your gaze, smirking as he halted his movements, not minding the pout on your face as he did.

If your stomach wasn't already full of butterflies, it was the moment his bare cock came into view.

You couldn’t look away as he gently pumped his length, precum leaking from his tip in steady drops, and you nearly frowned, seeing the liquid go to waste.

Changbin watched you eyeing him, biting back a grin as your breaths grew heavier with every jut of his fist, “My eyes are up here, baby doll.”

He inches closer, satisfied with how slick his cock is and not hesitating to pass it up and down your folds.

The sensation is a literal adrenaline rush, with wet and soft skin meshing together at the most sensitive point, and your head spins from it.

“C-can’t help it,” you hiss quietly, eyes rolling as they flutter shut.

Changbin steadies himself with a hold on your thighs, grounding you both before he presses forward into your cunt.

The blatant intrusion of his cock makes you weak all over, not a painfully long penetration, but a pleasurable thick one.

In your opinion, Changbin was a perfect fit for you; it was just the right amount of sweet and sultry.

The juxtaposition of his lips pecking at yours softly while his hips snap at an even pace between your trembling thighs is mind-numbing.

All your worries seem to fade when he’s delving inside you so passionately, eyes fixated on your face, hands planted on your waist.

You keep him in place with a lock of your legs around his waist, fingers tousling his hair, and your chest pasted to his with slivers of sweat running down both your bodies.

He’s in no rush, muttering words only deprived lovers share, testing resolve to cum early with rougher thrusts.

“Should’ve fucked you at the gym…let everyone hear how pretty you sound working out on my cock, hm?”

Changbin taunts you through a groan, subconsciously prepared for the vice grip your walls inflict whenever he speaks so explicitly with no hesitation.

You nod lazily, mouth agape as the sloppy rut of your hips creates an exciting rhythm with his, practically drooling, feeling a puddle of cum form on the counter.

Changbin glances down to where you two connect, breath catching in his throat as the skin-on-skin contact presents a sight for sore eyes.

“It kills me how long you make me wait to have you like this. I finally get you all to myself, and you wanna run off…” he pauses, thrusts, taking a faster pace, and one you scream out for.

“It’s not my fault- oh god..” you shudder violently as he pins your hips down, hyperfocused on overstimulating you, and it’s working too well.

The knot in your core winds faster, pulling in on itself with every passing second, and you scramble to hold it at bay with a weak attempt to push his hands off your waist for freedom to move.

You fail, wrists now pinned on the counter with his fists, leaving you helpless.

Changbin readjusts his hold, intertwining your fingers with his, sliding your conjoined hands up above your head.

“Yes. Yes, it is.”

He refutes your point, breathing in your moans as your noses brush against each other.

You have more to say; try to tell them, but the impending end of your control nears faster than your will to speak.

It’s a building pressure in your chest that spreads to your cunt in heat waves, flustering you into a fit of cries.

“Fine, it is! It’s my fucking fault! Please don’t stop!..”

Changbin passes his lips over yours, barely hushing your pants as his hands squeeze your fingers gently.

The tenderness of your inner walls baring down him harder and harder the closer you got to an end.

Your agreeable nature infects his ego, a cocky glint in his gaze as he kisses you tenderly.

The swirl of his tongue past yours is comforting, a subtle shove your body accepts before the knot in your core snaps, and arousal pools from your slit.

“Mhm,” he cheekily hums as you come undone against his mouth, lazily gliding his tongue to capture whatever bit of release you had left before kissing your trembling thighs.

“I can’t believe you…” a dramatic groan leaves you as Changbin stands up and leans over to flash a satisfied smirk your way.

“Couldn’t help myself…you know how I get after a workout…”

You scoff, masking a shy smile with a roll of your eyes, “Then remind me to never go workout with you again.”

“Sorry, what’d you say, sweetheart?” He feigns a confused expression, helping you hop off the counter with ease, and you slap his bicep in return.

“Suddenly you’re deaf…”

Changbin laughs, following close behind as you head for a shower, taking the chance of your back being turned to slap your ass.

You yelp, face turning shades of red as he drags you into a back hug.

“I’m not deaf. I just know you’d never pass up a chance to work out with me and I’d never pass on fucking you after…”

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It’s like I’m a ghost of my own page atp. I appear to haunt you guys and then disappear without a trace…🖤

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goquokka00 · 2 days

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requesting maybe changbin feeling a little insecure about his tummy and a bunch of comfort and fluff with that? maybe tummy kisses too hehe, with reader being a little more dominant ^^

Absolutely! It got a bit angsty, but hopefully, it's to your liking! ❤️❤️❤️

Insecurity, Begone

Summary: Changbin doesn't want to weigh you down with his insecurities. Specifically on his stomach. Sadly, you're not as oblivious as he thinks.

Genre: Fluff, angst

Warnings: Changbin being insecure, talk about insecurities and a bit of body shaming, Changbin having self-doubts, reader wearing the pants in the relationship

Word Count: 3.1K

Small Note: Everyone is beautiful in their own way. Please understand that everyone suffers from insecurities, whether it's mental or physical. But it doesn't matter how much you weigh, how tall or small you are, how much acne you have, how you style your hair, or what style you have. You are a beautiful and wonderful person, and there are people who will always love you regardless. 💕

Everyone has insecurities. Changbin knew that. He saw it in all of his members every single day, in some shape or form. Bangchan was always insecure about his skills in leading. Minho was insecure on his personality, since some Stays always told him about how mean he was.

Hyunjin was insecure on his looks, knowing he had a reputation to uphold, but also not wanting people to just focus on that. Jisung was insecure about so much, Changbin couldn't even keep track of it. Felix was insecure about his freckles for a while, but now it was about his hair. If it wasn't blonde, Felix was even more insecure about it. Seungmin and Jeongin both had issues with their faces.

Seungmin was insecure about his smile, and Jeongin was insecure about his resting face. Even you, his wonderful girlfriend of two years now, had your insecurities that he was aware of. Changbin was also a victim of insecurities.

He had been his entire life. First, it was in his singing and rapping skills, because JYP was always so hard on him. It wasn't the right pitch, his voice was too shaky, his pronunciation was sloppy, the gravel-like voice he did when he rapped didn't sound good. Thankfully, Changbin had his members to fall back on.

Then, it was how skinny he was. Stays always pointed it out. He looked like a stick person; his head was disproportionate to his body, he looked malnourished, he looked so different from his members. And so to fix himself, he started working out. Working up his muscle, eating more. Along the way, he found that he actually enjoyed working out a lot. And Stays seemed to love how buff he had gotten.

He liked it, too.

But then, he noticed something he wasn't really fond of. His stomach, which seemed to be so much better than before...it almost looked inflated. His pecks had gotten bigger, and his torso had gotten thicker, rounder. He looked fat in some angles. He...hated it. And he wanted to fix it, but...he didn't know how.

He started working out more, first. He'd spend hours in the gym, working on his core, trying desperately to get the roundness to go away. To add a bit more effectiveness, he started to eat less. It killed him so much, but he had to. He couldn't live with seeing pictures and videos of himself looking like...like this.

Changbin started to wear more black to try and hide his figure and would always adjust the camera to hide his tummy whenever he went live. And the fans didn't seem to notice, which was good.

But you did.

You weren't dumb. You could see when someone was struggling with insecurities, because you've had your own battles with them, just like everyone else. And seeing Changbin do this to himself hurt you. It worried you.

The excuses were the first things you caught onto. When Changbin would come back from the gym all sweaty, you'd always confront him about where he had been.

"Bin, where were you?" It was always concerning, considering he'd be gone for so long, and would always look so worn around you.

"Oh, dance practice just went longer than usual." It was the same answer all the time. At first, you believed it, considering they were having a comeback and all. But then, you got suspicious. He'd only have dance practice on the weekdays. But...he'd leave during the weekends and come back the same way.

And so, you confronted Chan about it. You asked him about whether or not they had been having dance practice every day for so long. So imagine your shock when he told you that they hadn't had a practice for a while.

Then, it was the amount of food he had been eating. Changbin only ate one meal a day now, and it was dinner with you. Any time you asked if he wanted dessert, he'd turn you down. And that was equally as weird. He loved food, sweets specifically. So seeing him turn them down was very concerning.

Eventually, Changbin stopped changing around you, too. He'd always go into the bathroom to change. It was never, ever around you. He used to change in front of you all the time. Hell, you both changed around each other, but now...he didn't. And it really made you worry.

But nothing worried you more than the fact that Changbin stopped cuddling the way you both always cuddled. Most of the time, you'd lay on his chest, right on top of Changbin. His arms would be around you, and you'd nuzzle right up against his pecks. It was always so comfortable, and it always made you feel so safe and protected.

But now, he'd just sling an arm around you. Any time you'd try and lay down on him, he'd scoot away, claiming that he really didn't feel like laying down right now.

But in all reality, it was what he wanted most.

He just didn't want you to notice how round his stomach was. How his pecks weren't as hard as they used to be and have gotten softer. How he himself had gotten softer. He couldn't deal with you saying something about it. Changbin didn't want you to point anything out, because he already felt like crying every time he looked into the mirror.

Eventually, one day, you decided to hint to him. Hoping and praying that Changbin would take a hint and just...talk to you. You had been in the living room, scrolling through some social media, and Changbin had been watching some show on the TV. It felt like a good time to say something.

"Hey, Binnie?" You asked. You set your phone down, looking across the room to your boyfriend, who hummed, looking to you as well.

"Yeah? What's up, hun?" He replied, not really seeming phased that you wanted to ask something.

"I just..." And then, you paused. How were you supposed to hint that you wanted him to talk about what was bothering him? "Can we cuddle? Like we usually do?"

"Of course, we can." Though, Changbin seemed tense about it. He was smiling, but...he looked nervous.

You didn't say anything though, rather just smiling as you saw him walk to you, kissing your forehead before guiding you both to lay down on the couch. Once you were cuddled up into his chest, you let out a sigh, nuzzling into him, which made him tense even more than normal.

"I love you..." You told him, looking towards the TV. It practically melted Changbin's heart.

"I love you too, baby." Changbin replied. It was the easiest response in the world for him. And that was your opening.

"You know...if you need to talk, I'm here, right?" You figured it was the best hint you could possibly give him.

"I know. And the same thing goes for you, okay?" He responded. What you told him helped him relax a bit, but he didn't want to talk about it right now. So long as he got the hint, you suppose.

"Okay." You responded. You two spent the rest of that evening together like that, completely forgetting your worries.

At least, until a few days later.

It hadn't even been a week when you got a call from Chan. It wasn't really something you were expecting, considering the fact that he didn't reach out unless it had something to do with Changbin. Either way, you answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Y/n. I'm so sorry about reaching out unannounced, but...are-are you busy right now?"

"Not at the moment, no. Why?"

"Well, um, could you come and pick up Changbin? He just passed out during practice, and-"

Hearing what Chan had just said made your heart drop to your stomach. You felt so, so sick with worry. Hell, you thought you were gonna end up throwing up.

"He...He what?"

"He passed out. I don't really know what happened, he seemed fine earlier and then just...blacked out. I just don't want him to overwork himself, and I'm gonna ask that you keep him home tomorrow, too."

"You don't have to tell me twice. I'll be over in 10 minutes."

"Alright. I'll walk him down with Jisung."

"Okay."

You didn't think you could run so fast in your life. The second you hung up the phone, you raced out of you and Changbin's apartment, and bolted to the garage where your car was. Once you were inside, you sped to JYPE, parking the car in the Valet.

You didn't even have to wait long, as Bangchan and Jisung walked out with Changbin slung around Chan's shoulder. When they got to the car, Jisung went and opened the door, Chan helping Changbin inside. Changbin just groaned, leaning back against the seat as you and Chan buckled him up.

"There we go, all nice and secure." Chan said, patting Changbin's shoulder. "When you get back, rest. I'm serious."

"Yeah, yeah." Changbin responded. He didn't seem to happy about what had happened. And you weren't, either. You were feeling a lot of things. You felt so worried about Changbin. You felt hurt that he wouldn't talk to you. You felt like you failed as a girlfriend because Changbin wouldn't talk to you.

"Take care of him, okay Y/n?" Jisung told you. You just nodded, giving a small smile. If you said anything, you'd start crying. You were sure of it.

Once the car door was shut, you started on your way home. And the ride was so ungodly quiet. You didn't want to talk right now. And Changbin...didn't even know what to say. He could tell you were upset, but he was scared that anything and everything would just make you snap. But he had to try.

"Baby, I-"

"Don't." It was a good sign for Changbin to just stop, and wait until you were ready. He knew that your focus would be on dealing with him first, and then the talking would come after.

When you guys got back to the apartment, you helped Changbin out of the car, silently walking him up to your humble abode. And once you both were inside, you let go of him, walking to the kitchen. Changbin started to follow you, but stopped upon hearing your upset and shaky voice.

"Go and sit down."

"But I wanna-"

"Sit. Down." You were serious.

And Changbin wasn't one to push his luck, especially when it was you. And so, he did as you said, going and sitting down on the couch. Meanwhile, you went and got him some food, some Kimbap and a bottle of water, going back to the living space and handing him the food and water.

"Thanks." Changbin mumbled. He didn't mean for this to happen. He didn't want you to be upset with him, he just didn't want you to worry about him. He wanted to fix himself, was that such a hard ask? Instead, he has an upset girlfriend who is taking good care of him despite it all.

You both sat in silence as Changbin ate his small meal, as well as sipping at his water. It gave you time to process your emotions, and sort through your thoughts. You just felt so...hurt. Tears brimmed your eyes, and at this point, if you didn't say something, your thoughts would eat you alive.

"Why won't you just...talk to me?" Oh, that sentence hurt Changbin. He had just finished eating, but the second he heard what you had said and saw the state you were in, his heart was just crushed.

"Baby..."

"Changbin, I want to know what's bothering you. I've been watching you work yourself to death and distance yourself...you're not even eating as much as you used to!" Everything that you had been feeling just started pouring out of you. Tears streamed down your cheeks, each one holding that bit of frustration that you had been feeling. "I want to be able to help you because I love you so much, and I can't stand not being able to because you won't just...talk!"

"Baby, no no no, please don't cry..." If Changbin thought he hated himself before, he really hated himself now. The whole reason you were like this was because of him. And he hated that.

"I don't understand why!" You brought your hands up to your face, everything you were feeling just...collapsing. "Is...is it me? Am I the issue?!"

"No, it was never you!"

"Then talk to me!" That's what shattered Changbin's heart the most. He knew that if he wanted to tell you what was bothering him, he had to calm you down, first. And so, he immediately pulled you into a hug.

"Shh, baby...I'm so sorry, I just...I didn't want to involve you in the absolute bullshit I'm going through right now. I...I had to figure all of it out for myself first." Changbin explained softly. Hearing your muffled sobs in his shoulder was killing him, but he had to make you understand. "I wouldn't have even known how to word it. I just...I'm so fucking sorry..."

You couldn't help but wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close as you tried to calm down. The sobbing slowly stopped, and he just held you in his arms, kissing your head every here and there. And once you were calm, he gently pulled away, holding your face in his hands while he wiped your tears away.

"Hey...I love you." He said gently. Changbin gently ducked his head down so his eyes met yours, moving his head whenever you looked away from him. And when he saw a small smile appear on your face, one automatically appeared on his. "There's that smile I love."

"Bin, stop..." You giggled, Changbin just smiling wider as he kissed your forehead.

"Nope, sorry. It's my duty to tell you that I love your smile. It's in the rule book."

"Changbin!"

"It's true! I'll even go and get it!" He couldn't help but laugh as well, gently pecking your lips. Once he had pulled away, you pecked his lips again.

"I love you."

"I love you, too. More than anything in this world." Changbin replied, holding you close.

The two of you laid on the couch, cuddling close after that, much calmer than before. Much better than before. And then, finally, Changbin spoke up.

"Can I be honest with you?" He asked.

"Of course, you can." You replied, looking up at him. After a long breath in and out, Changbin finally announced what had caused all of this nonsense in the first place.

"I...I've had really bad insecurities recently."

"What?"

"Yeah. I just...I noticed I've been gaining weight, and it's made me insecure. I really don't want Stay to notice, because I don't want them to make comments on it, and-"

"Okay, slow down." You said, sitting up and looking at him. Changbin stopped, blushing a bit as he saw you on top of him. "You look incredible, and healthy. What in the hell makes you think you've gained weight?"

"I just..." Changbin took a second after that, looking away from you and mumbling something that you couldn't quite hear. And so, you placed your hand onto his cheek, guiding his face to look at you.

"Baby, look at me and speak louder." You told him. Changbin could only blush more, feeling embarrassed.

"But-"

"No buts." You interrupted. Changbin just let out a whine, only for you to raise an eyebrow at him. He just huffed, repeating what he had said louder.

"My...my stomach...it's rounder than it used to be." He said. You gave a confused look, looking him over.

"Your tummy?" You repeated. "It looks fine to me."

"It doesn't look fine, it makes me look fat!"

"Changbin, baby..." You let out a sigh, rubbing his cheek with your thumb before placing a hand on his stomach. "Your stomach looks great. All of you looks great. I'm serious. This roundness isn't fat, it's muscle."

"Still...It makes me look-"

"Like someone who will make Stay feral? I totally agree." You said, Changbin pouting.

"You're not listening." He grumbled.

"No, you're not listening." You replied, before looking down to his stomach. You gently grabbed his shirt, lifting it up so you could see his beautiful skin. And then, you leaned down, placing kisses onto it. "Your stomach is absolutely gorgeous in every way, shape, and form. So what if it's not slim and up to Kpop standard? You still look undeniably hot, Bin."

"You're saying that because you're my girlfriend." Changbin mumbled. He looked away from you, a nice blush on his face.

"No I'm not."

"Yeah, you are."

"Okay, if that's how we're playing this, then fine." You made up your mind. If he was gonna be like this, then you were gonna do what he always did when you were feeling insecure.

You were gonna kiss his insecurities away.

You started by placing one directly on his belly button, before kissing your way up and down his tummy, making sure every inch of skin was appreciated, worshipped, and loved. Changbin couldn't help but smile, moving some hair out of your face as you continued, almost giddy.

"What...what are you doing?" He asked, watching as you looked up with the cutest smile on your face.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" You asked, placing a few more kisses onto his skin before continuing. "I'm kissing one of my favorite parts on you."

"Baby..."

"I'm dead serious. I love your tummy. It's so nice and plush, it's comfortable, and if I'm being honest, it gives me dilf vibes." That comment had Changbin giggling as you continued your barrage of kisses, making him smile wider.

"Babe!"

"What? I'm just spitting facts, Bin!"

"I swear, you're gonna be the death of me." Changbin continued to laugh as you rested your head on his stomach, nuzzling your cheek against it. "Oh, are you just gonna stay there?"

"Mhm."

"Y/n, I get it. I don't have anything to be insecure about, and I swear I'll come to you the next time I'm feeling insecure. Now can you pretty please just get off?"

"Nope."

"BUT WHY-"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE COMFORTABLE!"

"Y/N!"

"CHANGBIN!"

And then, you both erupted in laughter, Changbin just running a hand through your hair. The two of you eventually calmed down, relaxing in the position you were both in, completely content. Content with yourselves, and with each other.

That night, Changbin learned something extremely important. You would always be there to take his insecurities away. You were his lucky charm. You made him feel a thousand times better.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

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w; wolfhybrid!reader, roommate!au, unprotected sex, wolf in heat and a shocking revelation... lol

Falling into your heat had proven to be just as frustrating as it was tiring. Trying not to succumb to the urges of the sexual arousal and the need to mate once a year had its difficulties, and no matter how hard you tried to ignore the cravings and desires to pounce on the first person that walked your way, it seemed as if nothing could rid your body of the aches and pains over every inch.

Luckily for you, you were only a hybrid and not a full-fledged werewolf, knowing that if you were, the few days of suffering would be far more severe and last much, much longer. Yet, you were only left with a set of perky, chocolate brown ears and fluffy tail to match you could never shift out of, as well as a heat every year you had to try to resist ever since your eighteenth birthday.

Previous years hadn’t been too difficult to manage due to locking yourself away for the few days it lasted, ignoring everyone that bothered you while binging on snacks and your favorite TV shows until the moment you could step outside once again without attacking an unsuspecting man. Unfortunately, your current heat had a bit more temptation the moment you moved in with your new roommate you felt attraction toward since the moment you first laid eyes on him.

Just his presence alone sent your body into overdrive on normal days, with your heightened sense of smell picking up his alluring scent and your hormones overwhelming you more than any human could ever understand. Six months living with him, getting to know him, and falling deeper into what you tried to ignore as being a crush did nothing but elevate your emotions. However, he could never know of what you were, finding it easy to hide your tail beneath large sweatshirts and ears beneath a loose cap. He never questioned you, or even thought twice about your attire, knowing you had picked possibly the best, yet worst, individual to room with.

On the first day of your heat, you managed to lock yourself in your room while attempting to desperately relieve your body of the ache, never coming out or even answering him when he asked if you wanted dinner or to see if you were okay. The second day had been worse due to the thoughts of him that filled your head, quickly becoming ashamed of the more than naughty images racing through your mind, and thanks to your advanced hearing, even the sounds of him breathing in the room next to you had you shoving your hands between your thighs for a momentary release.

On the third day, luck seemed to be on your side, waking up to find him long gone and the apartment to yourself. Finally, you could relax for even a little bit while making yourself a pot of coffee and breakfast, but not before rummaging through his pile of clothes on the floor of his room. You knew you shouldn’t have, but even just his smell being so close to you could ease the irritation in your body, quickly slipping out of your own clothes to adorn his comfortable, white knit sweater before making your way back to the kitchen.

The smell of him flooded your nose, relaxing you enough as if it were a drug as the thoughts of him filled your mind once again. Though, you managed to eat and sip on your coffee in peace, all while cuddling up on the sofa in thigh-high, black stockings and pillows around you to keep warm, not bothering to cover your ears or tail thanks to being alone.

The worries seemed to drift from your mind before you knew it, deciding to flip on the TV after breakfast in a change of scenery after watching the leaves falling outside your apartment from the living room window. So much so, that in the middle of the horrible horror movie you had switched it to, you managed to doze off, arms wrapped snug around the pillow in your grasp and your head resting against the arm of the couch.

With your legs comfortably tucked beneath you, a light dozing off turns into heavy sleep thanks to not having much the past two nights with your roommate so close. Your body relaxes enough, even if the desires and urges still remain inside of you, allowing you a moment’s rest in the warmth of pillows and a comfy sweater, as well as dreams of your attractive roommate that could never know what you truly are.

And while the visions of him swarm your mind, you fall asleep long enough to allow the minutes to turn into hours and the hours to pass until a light nudge and a call of your name alerts you. Eyes popping open, his smell floods your senses even before your vision sharpened to see him standing in front of you.

“Hey sleepy head,” he greets you nonchalantly, laughing with his teeth flashing and you try to hold your breath so as to not become so overwhelmed in him in the moment, wondering how long you would last before passing out. “Preparing for Halloween early? It’s still months away.”

“H-huh?” You gasp, unable to last long enough before your lungs grow too tight. But his scent isn’t the only problem. Not when he is right in front of you. Not when you only have to reach out to touch, to grab, to hold.

“Your ears!” In an instant, he reaches out to touch with a brush of a few fingers, not realizing what exactly he is doing as every inch of your body lit up with desire all over again. “Oh! You’re really soft!”

“Huh, oh, um…” you mutter, closing your eyes to not have to look at him while jumping up from the couch. In seconds the urgency of needing release rips through your body, a burn starting from between your thighs spreading to every inch of you and it is all you can do to keep yourself up straight. “I-I’m not feeling well… I, I need to go…”

However, your stuttering words go unheard beneath your breath. He’s too fascinated with your “costume” as he brushes his hand along the tail poking out from his sweater. “Your tail matches, too!” he exclaims excitedly, earning a sharp glance of your eyes once your body turns to face him. “Hey, is that my sweat-”

He can’t finish his sentence before you are on him, pouncing, attacking, his back hitting the floor and his head would have too if it weren’t for your fingers threaded between the strands of his hair. Lips crashing into his, he doesn’t have a moment’s notice to protest before your body pushes into his own, hips grinding over him as the animal inside you unleashes.

Much to your surprise, he never pushes you away, only hesitating for a moment as the reality kicks in and his hands find your waist in no time, leaning into your lips with a groan to let you know he has no intentions to stop you. You nearly devour him, sloppy kisses painting his mouth as you whimper against his flesh, rolling your hips harder against his body to feel him stiffening between your thighs.

“Wh-what’s gotten… into you?” He gasps between kisses, and finally your mouth lowers to begin tending to his jaw and neck, kissing, nibbling, licking, and biting to earn his enticing groans.

“I need you,” you whisper in his ear, pressing yourself harder against his arousal to make him see how much you mean the words.

“You’re normally… so shy… and quiet, I don’t… understand.” The words barely leave his lips between grunts and groans, sighs and gasps, feeling your teeth scrape against his skin. “Not that I… that I’m complaining, it’s just… holy shit…” At that moment, feeling you begin to rock your hips harder, faster, against his clothed cock has him speechless, only curses leaving his lips, unable to form sentences thanks to the overwhelming need that fills him just the same.

“Something in me snapped,” you nearly growlin his ear, fingers traveling lower to begin pushing his shirt above his head. Getting the hint, he quickly tugs the thin fabric from his body to toss aside, leaving himself open for your lips to roam wherever you pleased. “Something you wouldn’t understand, but I need you so fucking bad. Please.”

“Fuck, baby,” he whimpers, so vulnerable and helpless beneath you as your mouth and teeth leave marks over his chest to begin to claim him as your own, warning anyone else he is spoken for. “I had no idea… you felt… this way.” Every syllable strains against his tongue, your motions taking the words from his body as his breaths deepened with every action.

“Please,” you beg, “I need you.” Your cries continue to release muffled against his flesh, but he gets the hint, quickly agreeing moments before reaching to peel the sweater from your body to find you surprisingly bare beneath, not bothering with the black stockings or “costume”, as he would remain to believe.

In fact, you assume he enjoys it, not seeming to care one bit once his hands have slipped from your hips to your breasts, causing you to lean into him, enjoying the way he tends to your burning hot flesh so desperate for release. His thumbs tease your hardened nipples, earning a gasp before moans spill from your lips, and you never stop grinding against his cock, causing him to grow impatient beneath you.

Though, you make it clear you are in control, as well as your need to have him once you push his hands away to begin tugging on his button and zipper of his jeans, easing them down his hips along with his boxer-briefs a moment later to uncover his arousal needing just as much attention. Eager fingers wrapping around his girth never hesitate in stroking him a few times, watching his face twist and turn in pleasure with a bitten lip to seal the deal.

Yet, your body grows too hungry in need to have him, quickly maneuvering with your aching center directly above the tip of his cock, holding him steady while sinking onto his length to earn the deepest, sexiest moan you had ever heard from another. His voice suddenly grows raspy, too weak to speak, mind spinning enough to not be able to function once he fills you to the brim, holding yourself still a moment to adjust to the sensation before gripping him by the wrists.

With each of his arms pinned near his head, your hips begin to move, earning another delicious sigh from his lips before a groan follows. You can’t deny loving the way his head rolls back, his eyes shut, and he lets you take control of his body to offer yourself release, beginning to move your hips faster as your grip on him tightens.

“God, you feel so good inside, filling me up,” you whimper near his trembling lips, losing control of your thoughts as any and everything begins to slip from your tongue from the pure satisfaction you feel finally having him for your own. “I want to make you mine. I want to have you forever, anytime I please. I want to make you feel good.”

The true animal in you has taken form with its own desires to have him as your one and only mate, with him not understanding any of what you meant but agreeing to every word with a groan of his own as your motions quicken in pace. Juices drip from your core each time you raise your hips to thrust yourself back onto him, causing him to mutter curses beneath his breath from the pleasure.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans once again, bliss filling his every word as his hips begin to move between your thighs to meet your motions, “you can fucking have me.” Unaware of what he has committed to, his agreement only fuels your craving to mark him, mate with him, and make him yours, losing all control of yourself as the wolf inside of you consumes every inch.

His groans and heavy exhales are soon drowned out by your moans, sounds of ecstasy creating an erotic symphony between the two of you as you feel the pleasure building from between your thighs. Your body trembles against him, pressing his wrists harder to the wood floors of the living room while grinding harder, and faster, and harder, and faster against him.

It isn’t until the shudder of the first wave of bliss courses through you do you slow down, body nearly collapsing against him as you try to hold yourself steady, quivering over him with a call of his name. He begins pumping himself faster from below as you ride out your bliss, whimpering, muttering his name, shaking, nails digging into his skin with your walls clenching around him.

A gasp slips from your lips once you begin to come down from your ecstasy, finding yourself overwhelmed and beyond sensitive with his cock continuing to bury deep within you over and over again. However, it only takes a few moments before the animal urge inside of you appears once more, finding yourself in a dire need of release once again thanks to the frustrating heat your body currently endures.

Your hips begin to move, tightening your grip on his arms once again as you grind yourself against him, becoming greedy, lust filling your entire being for the second time as your pace increases.

“Goddamn, baby,” he whispers between clenched teeth, knuckles turning from his tight fists as you begin to ride him all over again, “do you want to come again?”

“I-I need to,” you whimper in return, closing your eyes, pressing your forehead against his. Except, for the second time, it was much more of a need than a pleasure. “I need to come again.” Relief only lasted for a moment before the ache between your thighs returned, wondering how much more you can take before giving out.

“Let go of my hands,” he commands, “and I’ll make you come, baby.”

Your instincts need you to be in control, but his convincing tone has you releasing him in an instant, only taking a moment before you are being gently pushed off of him and onto your knees. He doesn’t hesitate to position himself on his knees as well, only now behind you as he lines up his cock with your entrance. His hand presses to the small of your back, just above your tail but he pays it no mind as he thrusts himself inside of you.

Instantly he is met with your hips pushing against him, wanting more, needing all of him. A desperate moan fills the room from your lips, followed by a gasp as he pulls away to fill you up all over again, driving you wild as he takes control. Nails digging into the wooden floors, your face pressing into its surface, your back arching and your hips pressing to his body as he fucks you from behind earns nothing but whimpers, curses, moans, and his name leaving your lips to beg him not to stop.

Your jaw slacks when he enters you deeper, hands on your hips, fingers pressing hard enough into your skin to leave marks, but you can’t deny how you love every moment of it. You need to be in control, and now you need him to offer release, letting him have you in the same ways you had him and you are only seconds from slipping over the edge into pure bliss once his thrusts become more aggressive.

Crying out, the pleasure swells to every inch of your trembling body, losing composure as you nearly slump to the floor, if only it weren’t for his tight grip holding you steady. He never slows his pace, earning every moan through your bliss each time he enters you deeper and deeper, filling you up as you come undone before him.

After a few moments you are overwhelmed once again, thankful the urges would subside for the time being, but he still needs to reach his end. Offering yourself to him for him to find his own pleasure, you clench your dripping walls around him tighter, squeezing his cock to earn grunts and groans until his grip on you loosens, allowing him to lose control of himself for the moment.

His pace slows as he releases within you, losing momentum before doubling over with his chest pressing to your back. Gasping, you finally slip to the floor, having no strength or energy to hold yourself up after days of sexual frustration left your body all at once. He follows behind after easing out of you, finding comfort laying next to you on the floor as neither of you speak a word, the tension beginning to build once reality sets in of what just happened.

You finally mutter a whisper of his name, eyes screwing shut as the embarrassment floods you. For the first time in days you can think straight, the haze over your mind cleared and the lust, while still unbelievably attracted to him, has settled for the moment. “I, um, well… I-”

“You’re an animal,” he chuckles, wrapping an arm around you while nuzzling closer to your back. “I could hardly keep up, baby.”

“Uh, yeah,” you say, followed by a nervous laugh, thankful he can’t see the way your brow wrinkles at his words. If only he knew how true the statement is. “I… need to go get cleaned up. Uh, thanks!”

With the awkwardness creeping into the moment, you push him away, jumping up from the floor while trying to cover yourself. Though, you know there is no need to hide, not when he has seen everything you have to offer, and clearly he doesn’t mind one bit.

“Thanks?” he laughs once again. “That’s it?” While grinning playfully, he watches you nervously nod your head, realizing you have more mood shifts than anyone he has ever known.

Not that you can blame him. His normally shy, quiet roommate has truly turned into the animal he joked about, dominating him, taking control and using him to find release twice, and then suddenly becoming insecure while nearly combusting at the embarrassment. You can only blame your heat for getting you into such a mess, trying to push the thoughts aside while rushing to the bathroom for a shower.

He doesn’t seem to mind you using him for your own pleasure, and he makes it clear the moment the urges start to rise again and you find yourself sneaking into his room in the middle of the night, where you would claim him as your own for a second time, and then a third time once morning came.

Though, he is always curious why you want to keep your costume on.

***

Since the day you pounced him in the living room when he caught you napping on the couch without bothering to hide your ears or tail, you can hardly keep your hands off of him. The need to mark him and make him yours, claim him and own him, only worsen as the days passed and you can hardly control yourself in his presence.

You manage, somehow. Though, it is far from easy and the fact that he is so willing makes it harder to keep yourself in control. Even if your heat has passed, there is something about him that draws you to him. It is far beyond sexual, as if the two of you are made for each other.

The only thing making it so damn difficult is him still not knowing what you are. And you, being you, are too scared to confess in fear of him being absolutely disgusted, or worse. You need him in more ways than just physical, and risking losing him altogether just doesn’t sit well with you. That fact alone lessens the temptation, but only by a bit.

Because he is still him, and once you got a taste of him, you only want more. With his every move, the smell of him floods your nose. So intoxicating it is, making you lightheaded in a moment’s notice with something humans never notice themselves. You find yourself rolling around his bed when he isn't home, wanting more of him, touching yourself against his sheets just to rid your body of the desperation.

When he laughs or smiles, the heat instantly floods between your legs. When he talks you ache and when he touches you… well, you don’t let him touch you. For his sake, as well as your own, knowing he is one wrong move away from you pouncing him once again.

Until the day comes when he becomes far too curious of the hats you always wear on your head. You have been lounging on the sofa while he has been rummaging in the kitchen for something to eat. Peeking his head around the corner, he asks if you want anything, to which you tell him no just to be rid of him. Even if the guilt bubbles in your chest, you know you can’t be around him for too long. It is too tempting. And he smells too damn good; you could devour him in seconds if he allowed it.

But without warning, he snatches the beanie from your head teasingly after feeling as if you are brushing him off while not knowing what he is getting himself into you. Jumping up from the couch, a low rumble emits from your chest out of instinct, until you see his eyes growing wide. Then seconds pass as the two of you stare at one another. He takes in the sight of the same fluffy ears and you study the way his expression changes.

“The… the ears?” he mutters, warmth rushing to your cheeks. You remain silent, gaze finally falling to the floor as your ears flatten in embarrassment, assuming he’s thinking the worst. “You’re… still wearing them?” He doesn’t question how they can move on their own. Maybe he thinks they’re mechanical, and if it were any other time when you weren’t currently aching for him between your thighs, you would have laughed off the thought.

You nod slowly at the question, catching his eye only for a moment to see the confusion written in his features before you’re too timid to look away. He steps closer to you while you both stand in your living room, looking you up and down as you shrink beneath his gaze.

“And your tail?” he asks, looking behind you even though your longer sweater covers it up.

“Y-Yes.”

“Why? Is this some roleplay thing?” He chuckles as he asks, running his long, slender fingers over your ears to make you shudder. “Because if it is, I’m totally into it.”

“Really?” Your eyes widen, seeing him nod and it’s enough for you to grip a fistful of his t-shirt and pull him in. His lips come crashing down onto yours without another thought. The both of you groan and moan against each other’s lips as you struggle to pull him closer, and closer, and so close he’s stumbling backwards onto the couch.

Your body collapses on top of him before he’s pulling your sweater over your head, surprised to see you have nothing on underneath if only so your tail isn’t crammed inside restricting pants or panties for once. And that tail comes swishing out, like the happy little puppy he has made you, even though your inner wolf has you nearly growling as you attack his neck. Nibbles against his skin earn breathy calls of your name, but you’re too far gone to stop now. The need to mark him and claim him overwhelms you as you forcefully push his back to the sofa, earning a grunt when you straddle his arousal.

His cock strains against his jeans by the time you start grinding yourself against him. Small licks against his throat have him gripping your hips tighter, but you leave your scent all over him so no one will ever want to touch him again. Even if it’s wrong and even if you have no right to do so, you’re making him yours whether he’s aware or not.

“I-I need you,” you whimper against his throat, a few stray whines following the words. “I want to make you mine. I need to make you mine.” Sweat begins to bead against your skin. You’re so worked up, and hot, and desperate for him, yet he has no idea what’s even going on inside your body. Fucking him the first time left it’s mark on you permanently, and you never want to go without him again.

“Why-” He gulps, struggling to speak. “Why didn’t you speak up before? You… should have… told me.” He can barely manage to get the words out from the way you’re rolling your hips against him. Sure enough there will be a soiled spot in his jeans from your arousal, but it’s better than way. Easier to mark him. Easier to make him yours.

“Please,” you whimper, high-pitched and desperate, continuing to grind against his hard cock beneath his jeans and your hips are moving faster and faster, so tempted to come right then. “I need to ride you and come. I need to mark you with my scent and make you mine.”

“Is-Is this p-part of the role playing?” His eyes roll in the back of his head the long he feels you easing the tension of your body by rubbing yourself against him. His chest heaves beneath your fingertips and he gasps for air as you nip and tug at his ear. “God, baby, do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

“Tell me,” you whisper through clenched teeth, the heat flooding every inch of your body and feeling as if you’ll combust any second. “Give me permission to make you mine, please. I need to hear you say it.”

“I-I’m yours baby, fuck. Fucking ride m-me if you w-want.” His hips buck beneath you as he attempts to hold you in place with hands on your hips, but he only earns a growl in return as you grip his wrists to pin above his head. “Fuck, if you ke-keep grinding on me like that, I’m gonna fucking come in my pants.”

The thought sounds tempting, knowing you would love your mate to be at his wit’s end and so beyond frustrated if only to make the pleasure that much sweeter, but you opt for raising your body off of him. Instead, you tug on his jeans after unfastening the buttons until his pants and boxers are low enough for his cock to spring free, all the while he’s pulling his shirt over his head to toss aside. Gripping him, you waste no time lowering your mouth to run your longe along the underside of his length, watching him twitch and listening to him hiss, struggling to keep his composure.

The sounds only light a fire inside of you, hotter than before and you decide you want to watch him squirm and pant and moan beneath you. You take the tip of his cock in your mouth, slowly swirling your tongue around before lowering to take all of him. Even if you’re not experienced, you’re worked up enough to try to ease his cock in your mouth until the tip hits the back of your throat, and you quickly pull away to gasp for a breath of air. His hips buck at the motion, and you love the husky noises he makes as you take him again.

You coat his cock in your saliva - the first step in marking him to cover his skin in your scent - working your tongue around the tip once again before he’s slipping past your lips. You moan against him, vibrating his flesh because you love the way he feels in your mouth. And his hips buck once again as his head falls back against the couch, wanting to look at you devouring his cock, yet he lacks the strength.

Pumping him a few times in your fist, you listen to the breathy releases from his lips, the groans deep in his chest, while you bob your head against his cock and massage him with your tongue. It’s a sight to behold, and if you weren’t in such a desperate need to claim him, you would suck him until he explodes in your mouth so you can swallow every drop. Because if you’re being honest with yourself, the need to mate him only comes with the need to cherish him in every way.

You want to be his just as badly, worshipping and serving him if he wishes, though you know being with a human isn’t as intense as another wolf. Since you’re a hybrid, even less so, but the instincts are still there and you need to make your territory known even if there isn't a threat just yet.

When you pull away from him, you hear a few hesitant mumbles of dissatisfaction, but you ignore him to press kisses up his stomach. Running your tongue along every muscle that tenses beneath your touch, you lay claim to him as if he were your property, and as you crawl up his body, he soon will be.

“I need to mark you while I come,” you groan against his ear, not being able to stop pressing kisses over his mouth, jaw, neck, anywhere you can reach.

“What does that…” He exhales deeply as your teeth scrape skin. “What does that even mean? Fuck, baby.” His hands begin to wander, easing up your bare sides before cupping your breasts.

He just can’t help himself, and you don’t mind as your chest juts into his palms and you whimper over his flesh. “God, you’re so hot. Are you sick or something? You’re burning up.” Naturally wolves' temperatures are warmer, but it’s not something you can explain to him so you ignore the question. It doesn’t distract him enough to pull his hands from your body regardless, feeling his fingers brush against your erect nipples as surges of pleasure shoot through your entire body. .

“I’m going to ride your face,” you tell him as the last few words release in a desperate whimper at just the thought of him being between your thighs. “And I’m going to come on your face and you’re going to lick every drop until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?”

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, staring up at you with wide eyes as he licks his lips. “Yes, fuck, I understand. Just sit on my face already, baby. Let me make you come.”

His eagerness pleases you more than you realize, butterflies swarming your stomach knowing he would make an excellent mate if he was a wolf, but he will do well enough even as a human. Though, if he were a wolf, you would be far from in control of the situation, so being with him is far more pleasing.

You climb higher over his body, all the way until you’re resting a knee on each side of his head, your dripping core hovering above his face. Instantly his hands are on your hips, urging you lower until you’re close enough for his tongue to brush over your folds. A sudden gasp fills the living room, body trembling with need over him as the simplest of touches begin to drive you wild.

“Lower, baby,” he guides you, and suddenly you’re feeling less confident as the need for release overwhelms you. Your body lowers just a bit, allowing his tongue to press to your slit as you shiver against him. A desperate whimper spills from your lips, so hot and needy and dying to have his tongue tend to your aching body. You’re completely still, other than the quivering in your bones, as he parts your folds with his tongue before dipping inside your entrance, only to make his way to your throbbing, aching clit to earn another gasp.

“Fuck,” you whimper on top of him, hands lowering to lace your fingers through his hair, “fuck, that’s it. Please, make me come.”

The words you breathlessly speak drive him to go further, tongue caressing your clit back and forth before licking a few long strokes over the hood of your clit. Once you begin to roll your hips against him ever so slightly, pleasure bursts through your entire body. As your head falls back, his name rolls off your tongue in a strained whimper, rocking your body against his tongue, using him to get off.

You can feel yourself dripping onto his chin, becoming so wet and hot for him with every circle he does around your clit. You coat his skin in your arousal to make him your own, leaving remnants of the pleasure over his flesh to mark your territory. He doesn’t seem to mind, not from the groans he’s releasing, or the way his fingers tighten their grip to hold you in place. And when you feel his tongue dip to your entrance once again, you know he enjoys the way you taste as your juices coat his tongue.

“Don’t stop,” you cry out, fingers tugging the strands of his hair, grinding your center against his mouth. “D-don’t fucking stop. God, I’m so close.” The anticipation has you shaking and the adrenaline has you already nearing your peak, knowing the need wouldn’t allow you to last long once he was between your legs.

He heeds your warning, returning his tongue to your clit after getting another taste, drawing patterns against your flesh, making you whimper and cry out until you can hardly see straight. Your body doubles over the moment the first surge of pleasure consumes you. Thighs trembling against him, fingers clutching the strands of his hair, moans becoming lost in bliss, your hips slow their pace until you can hardly handle the warmth swelling inside of you. As the second wave erupts, you gain your strength as you gasp once again and push your dripping core against his tongue, allowing him to taste every single drop.

As if he knows exactly what to do, he licks from your entrance to your clit, swallowing every drop coating his tongue before repeating the motion. As the pleasure settles, you become sensitive upon feeling him lick you clean, but you don’t dare stop him, knowing you want his scent on you as well. Whether it’s noticeable to anyone more than human, you don’t really care, because it’s noticeable to you.

“That’s it,” you whisper, eyes fluttering while slowly rocking yourself against his tongue, “keep going. Please.” He obliges with a groan against your skin, sending warmth flooding your body all over again and you know you’re ready to keep marking him now.

When you raise yourself from him, his mouth glistens with your juices and you can’t pull your eyes away from the beautiful sight. Instantly your mouth lowers to his when you ease back down to straddle him, licking his flesh clean of your arousal just as he did. Once satisfied he is marked, your lips press to his in a desperate kiss, feeling his body grind against yours from below and you realize he has had no release of his own.

You push yourself off of him with hands against his chest, grinding your folds against him to feel his stiffness between your thighs. Still dripping, you coat his flesh with your juices left from coming as you roll against his cock. He glides back and forth over your slit, feeling him twitch beneath you while hearing his desperate groans.

“C’mon, baby,” he exhales, “why don’t you sink down on my cock? Don’t you need to, uh, mark me there, too?” He still thinks it’s a game, and you can’t blame him, but you continue pushing your hips back and forth over his length.

“I am marking you,” you whimper, nails digging into his chest. “I have to be thorough so everyone will know you’re mine. I have to be precise so no one will try to touch you.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, hips bucking beneath you, “all I want is for you to touch me. I-I don’t want anyone else. So, please God, just fuck me.”

A growl rumbles in your chest at his neediness, nearly getting off on the willingness alone and as if he’s said the magic words, you raise your body enough to grip his cock in your hand. A second later you line up the tip to your aching entrance, moments before you lower yourself as he fills you to the brim.

A groan erupts from his body as a gasp spills from your lips. You waste no time before beginning to ride him, rocking your hips against his body and getting lost in how amazing he feels inside of you. He tosses his head back, not withholding the noises of bliss and it only drives you to fuck him harder, faster, losing control of your voice and volume. His fingers press to your waist with a firm grip, guiding you faster so you fuck him wildly.

The warmth begins to swell between your thighs as you dip your hand lower, fingers pressing to your clit to offer one final release to come as you mark him. Your head falls back, eyes screwing shut, gaping, overwhelmed with bliss and the need to make him yours. His fingers dig into your skin, both of your sweaty bodies moving as one to reach your peaks, and it doesn’t take you long to find pure bliss in his cock filling you up.

Once again your body weakens and doubles over, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and, for the first time, take control. His hips pump wildly beneath you, slamming his cock into you from below as you cry out his name and tremble in his grasp. The pleasure consumes and overwhelms you to the point of seeing stars, and he doesn’t slow his thrusts even as the high begins to settle.

You grip him tightly, nails creating marks against his shoulders as another way to leave the memory of you on him, whimpering and whining as he continues to thrust himself into your dripping, tightening walls. Your forehead presses to his, once again getting lost in how good he can make you feel, and allowing him to come closer to his end as he does so.

Yet, when he begins to release heavy breaths against your skin, you push yourself off of him as his hands fall from your body. Quickly, you slide off of him to take hold of his sopping wet cock, wrapping your fingers right around and beginning to pump as the muscles of his stomach clench and release, his hips buck, and his jaw slacks.

It doesn’t take long before his spilling into your fingers, releasing with a deep, rugged groan while you feel his cock pulse beneath your grasp. Slowing your motions a bit, you draw out every last drop from his cock until he begins to hiss in over-stimulation. And without warning, you swipe the slit of his tip with your thumb before bringing it to your lips, flicking your tongue out to taste him before tending to the rest of your fingers he’s made a mess of.

His watches behind heavy lids as you clean your fingers, keeping eye contact the whole time to see his lips part as he releases heavy breaths. Without saying anything else, you bend forward, licking his stomach clean of his release that spilled past your fingers, making sure to clean him well before moving on.

“Damn, baby,” he exhales, “that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You really are an animal.” He chuckles tiredly a second before you crawl up his body to press your lips to his. He groans against you one last time, hands rising to your hips to hold you against him.

“I told you I wanted to be thorough,” you reply before nuzzling into his neck.

“So…” he hesitates for a moment, “you’re not going to run out on me this time, are you?”

“No,” you say, followed by a sigh, “you’re mine.” The words sound so casual coming from your lips, causing him to mutter for a moment.

“So, we’re like… a couple?”

Then your eyes grow wide, the realization sinking in that you marked and claimed him without him understanding what it meant to you. Disgust floods every inch of you as you push yourself off of him and cower to the other side of the couch, leaving him gaping with his eyes growing wide.

“What? What did I say?” He sits up, tugging his underwear and jeans up enough to cover himself, but not bothering to button or zip. “We don’t need labels. I’m sorry. I just thought-”

“Oh my God.” The words nearly become caught in your throat. “I’m a terrible fucking person.” The guilt weighs down on you, smothering you, making you feel so, so small. How could you do that to him in a lust-filled haze when he doesn’t even know what you are?

“What?” He reaches for you, but you reject, folding your arms over your knees as they press to your chest. “Don’t say that? What do you mean?”

“I marked you, and I-” Gulping, you lose the will to speak, thinking of how you convinced him to agree to the marking while consumed with desire and you couldn’t hate yourself more in that moment.

“Yeah, baby, it’s okay.” He scoots closer to place a hand on your shoulder. “We were just role playing, right? What’s the big deal?”

With that, you turn your head, allowing him to see your eyes glistening while your bottom lip trembles. With a wrinkled brow and face twisting to disgust as the weight of your mistake presses against your chest, you can’t speak, wishing you could explain to him why it is a big deal to you.

“It’s not a game,” you finally whisper, ears flattening once again and you wonder if he notices. “This is who I am.”

“I… don’t understand.” He tilts his head, causing you to turn away from him.

“I am not role playing,” you muttered, nearly beneath your breath but you can’t find the strength to get the words out. “My ears are real. My tail is real. This is who I am.”

You can feel the weight of his gaze as he does nothing but stare at you. Maybe in shock. Or maybe he thinks you’re crazy. And maybe you are crazy for getting mixed up with a human who you’ve grown too attached to to ignore and need in your life more than either of you realize.

“I… um… okay. Whew.” He exhales heavily. Turning in time, you notice him rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, eyes fallen to his lap. “Are you just messing with me? Because if you are-”

You call his name before suddenly reaching to grip his hand, pulling his fingers to your ear to feel how very attached they are to your head. You nearly wince as his eyes grow wide. Once your hand lowers, he keeps his fingers in the same position, brushing over the soft fur of your ears and then back down to your head.

“Holy shit…” is all he can muster, and it makes your heart sink in your chest. “You’re not fucking kidding.”

You nibble on your bottom lip, not knowing what to say and being too scared to look at him. He remains quiet as well, but he keeps his hand where it is, switching between both of your ears to feel every inch of them in fascination. And the motion makes you whimper, almost happily because his touch feels so comforting in the moment.

“So your tail?” he suddenly asks, earning your gaze focusing on him, but you can only nod. “It’s real, too?” You nod again, seconds before he’s reaching out to run his fingers along the fur and you’re whimpering once again.

“D-Don’t,” you mutter, watching him retract his hand.

“What did I do?” Blinking, he gulps once again.

“Don’t… don’t pet me like that because it makes me want to cuddle you. To nuzzle up beneath you and keep you warm all night while you sleep.” Upon speaking the words, your heart sinks even lower as your stomach churns. Assuming you have ruined what you had with him would be an understatement, wondering how he would ever want to be with a creature like you when he is the most remarkable human being you’ve ever met.

“Would that be a bad thing?”

And if he couldn’t surprise you more, he reaches out to stroke your tail again, earning another whimper from your chest and you can’t help the grin that grows on your lips.

“You… want to cuddle with me?” At the sight of a shy grin forming on his face, you can’t ignore the way your heart beats twice as fast for him.

He nods while reaching for you, pulling you against his chest as he strokes your head. “I do. We can cuddle and,” he pauses for a moment, then chuckles to himself, “you can answer the hundred and one questions I’m thinking right now. If that’s okay.”

Giggling, you nod against his chest, understanding he still might be in shock from the news. Maybe that’s why he’s taking it so well, but you don’t mind when he’s offering the thing you want most.

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I've never seen social justice humanitarians so upset that innocent hostages were rescued.

Nonnie, I agree with you so much. It says everything, doesn't it? I saw this cartoon of Noa, after her rescue while she's still at the hospital, before she got to reunite with her mother who's on her dying bed, drawn as a pig while drinking blood. You know, 'coz one classic antisemitic image implying that all Jews are greedy is just not enough, and this kidnapped woman (doctors stated that the hostages, while not underweight, were malnourished) is Jewish, and therefore deserves to be presented as fat, greedy, and feeding off of the suffering and death of others (who cares what she suffered during the last 8 months, or that her mom is days away from dying at best, and Noa might not have even gotten to say goodbye, just like Almog Meir Jan didn't get to say goodbye to his dad, Yossi Jan, whose family says he died of grief just hours before they got the news that Almog was rescued)...

And there's their words as well. Look at this tweet, for example:

Call me crazy, but as a woman and a feminist, when we know about the extent of sexual violence committed by Hamas, there's something even worse than normal about calling a woman by the derogatory term, "whore." And certainly, someone who can talk about a rescued innocent civilian hostage in this manner can't even pretend to care about anything humanitarian. But pretend they do.

IDK, but I am asking myself, how long is it going to take to understand that if you're with the side that celebrates the brutal kidnapping and torture of innocent civilians, but not on the side that celebrates their rescue, then you ARE on the wrong side of history?

And it's not just low life, low level antisemitic terrorist supporters on social media, it's also some of the highest ranking representatives of supposedly respectable international organizations, like the UN.

So this is everyone's periodical reminder that the UN is complicit. Every organization that has been operating in Gaza while it was under Hamas' tyrannical rule, and therefore collaborated with these antisemitic genocidal terrorists, is complicit.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

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“There is no other love, it's only yours…”

“You're all I want, all I love…” (“You’re all I want” by Cigarettes after Sex)

Yesterday I had a really rough day. It didn’t just feel like one of my regular “PEM-Crash-Days” (PEM = post-exertional malaise = the worsening of symptoms after crossing the boundaries of my condition, due to my disease ME/CFS). The whole day was also coated in a thick layer of sadness and grief…an emotional turmoil, which I could only barely endure. Well…mixing these feelings with another wave of fever and pain, seasoned with the incapacity of tolerating screen time, adding the suffocating sensation of loneliness….et voilà! The perfect recipe for a day in hell was created! 🙄

In order to cope with my emotions, I found myself drowning in my fantasies of teenage Severus and my undeniably self-inserted OC Jules…rewriting one of their short fictional scenes. Again, Severus was tormented by his own insecurities, getting carried away in self-loathing. I don’t know, how many times I’ve already written scenes like these. Jules encourages Severus to stay resilient, praising him for all those traits, which he only identifies as his flaws and weaknesses. But for Jules, there’s so much beauty, so much strength in his imperfections. She’s making his blemishes look like the most loveable attributes of Severus’ personality with her passionate speech.

When I wrote this little scene, I recognised something: I already knew, that I’m identifying myself a lot with Severus…but Jules’ words of encouragement and consolation to her beloved friend Sevy…well, they’re are also things, I would crave to hear for myself (how pathetic, huh?!). But since I’m struggling immensely with the acceptance of my own insecurities and fears, I’m not able to reassure myself of my own worth. It’s just not on the table for me!

So…I’ll just keep on telling Severus in my stories, that he deserves nothing less than the whole world…and that Jules will always try to make him feel loved and cared for. She will never stop to compare his flaws with her own weaknesses by explaining to him, how perfectly they’re matching. Jules will never grow tired to assure Severus, that his cynicism is the perfect complement to her sense of sarcasm. For the Slytherin girl, it's a clear sign for Sevy’s extremely high intellect, which is also something, that she adores about her friend. In Jules’ eyes, his bitterness mirrors a form of hypersensitivity, a characteristic, which she knows so well from herself. That’s why she’s acting so empathetically with Severus, whenever he’s suffering with his life…and Jules is convinced, that sharing those feelings will make them less unbearable! The girl even praises Severus’ stubbornness by telling him, that she’s enjoying every good and intelligent argument with him to clear the air between them. All together, Severus’ imperfections are pure perfection to the hopelessly devoted (and obviously love-struck 😅) girl.

I’m aware of the overdramatic nature and the unnecessary fluffiness of my short stories, but that’s the reason, why I’m writing them for my eyes only. It’s my form of a coping mechanism…the only way of allowing myself some kind of self-assurance and comfort…through Severus!

Some time ago, I found an artist here on tumblr, who made me fall head over heels for her tender style of drawing my beloved dungeon bat. Especially an artwork of her interpretation of the younger Snape made my heart ache with longing for him, so of course, I just had to commission @pssherri for an illustration of Severus and my OC Jules in their teenage years.

Sonja, you did an amazing job with this project and I can’t express, how grateful I am for your kindness and the dedication to your profession! It was a pleasure to cooperate with you on this idea of mine and I hope, you’ll be open to work on more of my requests some day. Thank you for everything, my dear!

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

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of dirty cheats {h.j.} | track 6

©July 2023, June 2024 by lalal-99

Han Jisung x afab!reader | trope: slice of life, coming of age | word count: 5.8k

Synopsis: The one where you're hungover and visit home.

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You woke up the following day with the sun shining in your face and your head spinning.

Nausea overtook you within seconds, so you rushed one hand to your temple in an attempt to massage the pain away. It lifted some of the discomfort while also shielding your irises from the light, but it was hardly enough. Every effort to get up got cut short when you noticed Jisung’s arm snug around your waist, holding you close. It took you a couple of seconds to untangle one arm and reach for your alarm on the bedside table.

7 am. You shouldn’t have gone out yesterday.

Five more minutes of dozing and some careful wriggling later, you sat up, taking a moment to asses your state. The initial urge to throw up subsided once you came to a standing, although you still moved with care. It wouldn’t have been the first time, your initial assessment was completely off.

Your whole body was in a state of freezing, even once you had gotten dressed. Slipping yesterday’s clothes back on, you snatched one of your boyfriend’s hoodies, so you wouldn’t catch a cold on your way to your place. Also, your mini-skirt was too mini to be considered everyday attire. The length of the hoodie would shield most unwanted attention to your exposed legs.

Worry spread in your veins when you noticed Felix’s empty bed while gathering your belongings.

After the party Jisung and you had decided to sleep over at his place for convenience. It was distinctly closer, and you needed to get him into bed sooner rather than later. Which turned out to be tougher than expected. He had quite a lot to drink as the night progressed, so you stayed with him. Felix hadn’t made it home after your run-in in the bedroom back at the frat house, and his absence filled you with concern. He couldn’t have been avoiding you on purpose, could he?

“Baby?”

You turned to your hoarse boyfriend, whose eyes remained shut as he searched for your body next to him.

“I’m here. You alright?”

“I don’t know. Ask me in two hours when I’m all caught up on sleep.” After about 4 hours of actual rest, you weren’t doing much better than him on the tiredness scale. Still, you were up, and he— wasn’t.

“You’re not going to your class this morning?”

A sarcastic chuckle and Jisung rolled over, pulling the blanket deeper into his face.

“Can you close the blinds before you leave?”

You did so after slipping into your shoes. It annoyed you that Jisung was skipping class—this habit being one reason his grades had suffered back in High School. Yet, there was nothing you could truly do about it. He was in no state to tend to anything but his sleep deprivation, and you knew how he could get when overtired. After all, you were driving back home later today. You figured he would be less annoying once he had caught up on at least some of his sleep.

“I’ll be back at 10 to pick you up. Can you be ready by then?”

“Sure.” You knew there wouldn’t be a further answer, his mind already dozing off again. You left the room to be on time for your own morning lecture. One of you had to be responsible, after all.

The morning progressed so slowly, it was painful.

By the time you reached your class, you had somewhat woken up. A very intended goal, achieved by two double shots of espresso and a cold shower. Although your headache never truly left you, you made it through the first two hours of the day. Turned out, Jisung wasn’t the only one skipping morning classes today. About a third of the chairs in the lecture hall remained empty, thanks to Jackson and his gift of throwing amazing parties.

Unfortunately, that third also included Yuqi. Without her and her endless chatter about the latest trends or her latest crush, it was harder to stay awake. You must have dozed off half a dozen times, so you might as well have stayed in bed after all.

The anticipation of home was the one things that helped you power through. It had only been about two weeks since your move, though you already missed your family like crazy. This, by far, was the longest time you had been away from them. Ever. The thought of walking your hometown streets again was the light at the end of the tunnel— in this case Macroeconomics 101.

You must have mentioned your excitement about visiting home countless times to Jisung. So, why was it that when you reentered his dorm three hours after leaving, he hadn’t moved at all?

“Dang it, Jisung, you said you’d be ready by 10.”

“Why are you mad? I’m perfectly on time.”

“It’s 10:05, and you are still in bed. Unshowered.”

“I’m getting up already.” Your annoyance rubbed off on him, his tone raspy from alcohol, lack of sleep and irritation. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

Said panties, mind you, the same ones he couldn’t wait to get into the night before. He definitely hadn’t sounded so frustrated at you then.

You suppressed a scolding reply, aware of how it held power to start a full-on fight, making you even less on time. It took a lot of willpower to push the urge to confront your boyfriend about his choice of words down.

Stumbling out of bed, Jisung picked up some fresh clothes and his shower gel, before leaving with mumbled sounds of disapproval. A heavy reek of sleep and alcohol veiled the room despite the open window, so you moved closer to it. The nausea, yet again, vanished.

You ran your hand down your tired face, letting your bag fall onto his sheets.

“Is he always in a mood when he’s hungover?”

You sighed, “It’s really frustrating.”

Felix nodded, letting his phone fall onto his pillow. You could feel his eyes lingering on you, lip caught between his teeth and his leg bouncing, restless. It didn’t take more than a glimpse from your peripheral vision to identify his mood. Tired, nervous. Anxious. Of course, you knew what he was biting his tongue about. Remembering his shock and angst when you had walked in on him yesterday, it surprised you, he even spoke to you. And you were even more surprised when he was the first to mention it.

“Y/N?” You met his glances with a kind smile, leaning up against the wall. “I wanted to talk to you about something. About what happened— yesterday, actually.”

“You mean when I walked in on you?” His earrings dangled along to his nod. You swore you heard his heart pounding through his chest.

“I was wondering... If you— whether you saw—” He struggled to find the right words to voice his question before giving himself a push. “Exactly how much did you see?”

“Well,” you started, getting up and walking over to his bed to join him. Having this conversation with him called for physical proximity. “I saw you in bed. Naked, and with someone. With—” You cut yourself off, sending him a comforting smile. Felix’s face was about as white as fresh snow. By the time you ended your sentence, fear clouded his irises, “A boy.”

A tear slipped out of his eye and into his lap as he stared at his hands. He was avoiding your gaze, so you brought your hand to his back, rubbing him through his shirt. Hopefully consoling him. You could feel his shallow breaths become steadier, so your comfort must have worked in some ways.

It took him a few more deep breaths to speak up, your silence helping him voice his thoughts.

“I haven’t really told anyone. Ever.”

When he turned to face you, you saw a hint of dread in his eyes. As though he was expecting a negative reaction to his revelation. Or that you’d out him to everyone. Had it been anyone else, that assumption would have hurt you. Though you figured this reaction was only fair, coming from him. He barely knew you. He couldn’t have known how unreasonable his fear was.

“How long have you known?” you questioned, trying your best to not overstep the boundaries. To help him understand how you wouldn’t feel any different about him because of what you saw. What you now knew about him, as apparently the only person on earth. Well, apart from that guy he had been with the night prior. He must have figured from contextual clues.

“Honestly, I always sorta knew. But I only started accepting it a few months ago. I tried dating girls for years, but it never felt right. The guy from yesterday... He was kind of—” Felix stopped again, trying to find the right words. “He was my first guy.”

“Oh, honey!” You pulled him into your chest, your hands wrapping around his body. Felix soon hugged you back, holding on so tight your shirt wrinkled. As though he had needed this hug more than anything. It lasted for a couple of seconds, maybe even a minute, tears hitting your shoulder and drying on your shirt. “Thank you for telling me,” you mumbled against his skin. The burden of keeping his secret hidden fell from his shoulders with every tear.

“Thank you. For accepting me.”

“Of course.” As you drew away, he wiped the tears from his cheeks, eventually calming down. “And don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”

“I appreciate that. I don’t think I’m ready yet. I should tell my family first, but I’m afraid they won’t take it as well. They don’t really— believe in this stuff.”

“Well, you can always come to me when you need someone to talk to.” You shared a moment of eye contact, smiling at each other. “Now to the important stuff. Who was the guy?”

Chuckling at your question, Felix took a tissue from his nightstand, blowing his nose. When he met your gaze, you saw a spark behind the watery curtains. “It’s this guy from my Psychology class. We never talked before yesterday. But then we shared a moment and somehow— I don’t even know how, but one thing led to another. Kinda like in the movies.”

“Damn, that sounds like straight from Hollywood. Was he any good?” Judging from Felix’s suggestive expression, eyebrows raising and eyes gleaming, you could tell his answer. “I take that as a yes. Well, I’m very happy for you.”

“Thank you.”

You wouldn’t have minded some further details on last night. Whether Felix would be seeing the guy again outside of classes. Or whether he even wanted to or rather explore his options, now that he had the opportunity. Felix, too, seemed eager to finally have someone to talk to about this.

It was the creak of the door thrown open that stopped your conversation. Jisung rushed in, hair wet from his shower, fresh clothes clinging to his moist skin.

When he noticed your proximity, Felix’s eyes reddened, Jisung’s eyebrow quirked. “Did I miss something?”

“Nothing,” you replied, sending Felix a wink as you rose from his bed. “Are you ready?”

“Two more minutes. I need to pack some things.”

“Are you kidding me? I told you to pack your stuff two days ago.”

And just like that, your mood suffered another hit, although you tried to not let it affect you too much. When Jisung started throwing random items onto his bed, you sent Felix a sarcastic eye-roll. He couldn’t help a relieved grin from spreading, the Mount-Rushmore sized rock finally lifted from his shoulders.

“Well, since you’re already pissed, I might as well tell you now.” What an awful way to start a sentence. “I’m not sober enough to drive yet. So, you’re gonna have to get us home.”

Not the easiest task with your brain still thumping against your skull, but at least Jisung could help you stay awake.

When you were younger, you used to be embarrassed by where you lived.

You had always felt bad for your privilege. Guilty even, seeing none of your friends lived a life close to the one you had. Most of your friends lived in small and run-down apartment-complexes, confined to little space and sometimes even sharing a bedroom with several siblings. Blame the recession that had taken its toll on their parent’s income.

It mostly seemed like they had made due with it, finding their content in it. It was still uncomfortable whenever you invited anyone over to your place.

You felt the worst about growing up rich when you met Jisung.

His dad had left the family when he was seven. His mother stranded alone in an apartment she couldn’t pay for and with two children she hardly had the money to feed.

She already worked one full-time job when his piece-of-shit father left. She needed to pick up another part-time one just so they could afford their most basic needs.

By age ten, Jisung supported his mother’s second job, cleaning the houses of the rich and wealthy on weekends. With his sister in a time-consuming gifted program—paid for by a scholarship—he had no other choice. Jisung needed to put his own interests behind if he wanted to keep the roof over their heads. Being the sweet son he was, he did exactly that. Without a single complaint about the afternoons his friends spent hanging out at the mall or enjoying their hobbies.

When you invited Jisung over the first time, your friendship only weeks old, you felt ashamed. He lost control over his facial muscles, his jaw slacking when he saw the entrance of your house. He almost passed out when you showed him your new Nintendo in your room. Jisung forgot all about the expensive gaming console once he realised you didn’t have to share it. Neither your toys nor your room, which already took up the space of his whole apartment. A Queen sized bed occupied the middle of your room, and still left enough room for a motherland of games.

It wasn’t until Jisung invited you to his apartment, that you fully understood his mesmerisation with the simplest things in your house. Like the fridge, which was taller and broader than the two of you combined. Or your couches—plural, not singular.

You tried hard not to let your pity show while meeting his mother and sister. You feared you’d say something to offend them, making them feel bad or appearing like a snob. Needless to say, you didn’t talk much that afternoon.

Jisung never once gave you any reason to feel any more guilty than you already did. He assured you time and time again that you had nothing to be ashamed of. You had your own hardships, your own problems. And his family was doing fine. He couldn’t remember a time not sharing all their meals at a tiny table or sleeping in the same room.

Nothing about that changed when you fell in love at 14, two years after meeting.

Still, that same guilt knocked down your self-esteem whenever you passed the mansions of your street in Jisung’s rusty, old car.

Your boyfriend had slept through the whole two-hour drive from campus to your home. It had annoyed you in the beginning as you had hoped to get some time to talk. As your carefully crafted playlist progressed, all annoyance faded into the air. Plus, speeding down highways and crawling through neighbouring villages made you nostalgic. By the time you arrived home, Jisung had caught up on his sleep and you were beaming in excitement.

Your dad was already waiting for you, ever so happily smiling as he hugged you.

“I’m happy you’re home,” he mumbled against you as he pulled you in. His statement wasn’t needed with how visibly content he was, having his only daughter and future son-in-law back.

“I’m glad to be back. I missed you.”

“We,” Jisung corrected, nodding to your dad. “We missed you.”

“Well, I’m happy you’re here. Brunch is ready as soon as you are.”

At the mention of food Jisung’s stomach rumbled, sending him into a laugh.

“He’s ready, too,” your boyfriend translated the sounds as you placed your bag beside the door.

The TV played in the living room, overshadowed by the juicer-sounds in the kitchen. The smell of fresh oranges filled your nostrils, your mouth watering as you stepped through the doorway.

“Is that orange juice I smell?”

“Y/N!” The young woman jogged around the island, pulling you into a bone-crashing hug. “I missed you!”

“I missed you, too, Jia.”

“What about me?” Jisung questioned, taking over your space once Jia let you out of your hug.

“I missed you too, but a little less.”

“Wow. Thanks, sis.”

“So, how’s university? Tell me everything.”

Jisung did. He told his sister all about his dorm, new friends and courses he visited. All the while, you only had one ear with them. The other was searching the attached dining and living area. Soon enough, your eyes joined as you wandered the lower floor of your house. You identified a pair of tiny dinosaur-themed socks discarded on the coffee table. The couch stood buried under plastic toys and books, a children’s show playing on the flatscreen.

When you found the rest of the room empty, you exited the living area altogether. As soon as you set foot into the hallway, you finally heard a familiar voice call out to you. Your head turned and you found a small figure running towards you. Quick reflexes came into play when he all but jumped into your arms, making your heart jump through your chest.

“Mama!” Tiny arms wrapped around your neck and tears immediately filled your eyes.

“Hi, baby.” His breath hit your neck as your heartbeat accelerated. “I missed you.”

“Me too,” he answered as you picked him up, giving him a small peck on his cheek.

“He couldn’t stop talking about seeing you again. He barely slept tonight.”

With your dad by your side and your baby in your arms, you reentered the kitchen. When he saw Jisung, your son’s eyes reshaped into hearts.

“Papa!” You couldn’t set him down quick enough before he began sprinting towards his father.

Jisung picked him up and spun him around once before hugging him tightly against himself. “Hi, Ki. You miss me?”

“Yes,” the boy agreed, his smile reaching from one ear to the other. Seeing him so joyful made your heart swell and you swiftly wiped your tears away. For the first time in two weeks, you felt at home.

“Should we eat?”

Your dad was already one step ahead, carrying the pan filled with pancakes from the stove to the table. Four sets of tableware were set up neatly as fresh-cut flowers decorated the scene. Food from all sectors of the food-pyramid occupied the dark wood, making your mouth water.

“Did you set the table, Dad?”

He laughed at your assumption, “I wish. It was this wonderful lady right here.” He pointed at Jia. “Remember, you can move in whenever.”

“You might say that now,” Jisung interrupted, taking the seat between Ki and his sister, “but wait ’til you actually live with her. She’s a slob. A big-brain slob, but a slob.”

“Says the boy who uses his dirty underwear as parquet flooring.”

Ki giggled at that mental image, munching away on the food his grandfather had set on his plate.

“We haven’t lived in the same room for 3 years. I’ve changed.”

“Y/N, back me up here.” You looked at Jia while filling the fresh orange juice into the glasses by everyone’s plate. “You’ve lived with him for the past 3 years. Does he still keep his dirty clothes anywhere but in the hamper?”

After he had moved from his childhood room into yours a few years back, you remembered this habit of his. Vividly. It had been the main reasons fights would break out between you. Other than the constant debate on how to raise a baby, of course. Over the years, it had gotten better; his clothes landed closer and closer to the laundry basket each week.

“He tries, but he never mastered reaching into the hamper. I don’t know how someone’s aim can be so off.”

Jia laughed, Ki joining in once he understood your words to be of the joking kind. He was at that age where he tried mimicking the people around him. That included emotional reactions from the ones closest to him. And to think you were missing this crucial part of his childhood.

“Complain as much as you want. Ever since we moved to campus, I’ve been very diligent about keeping things clean.” Your expression told him that you had seen his room and didn’t quite agree. “At least Felix never complains.”

“This Felix guy sounds like a catch.” That you couldn’t disagree with. “Glad you got a decent roommate.”

“He’s alright. Although—” Setting his fork and knife beside his plate, Jisung took a sip from his glass. “What were you two hugging about before? You seemed… close.”

There was no undertone to his question other than wanting to know the content of your talk. Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Jisung was hinting at something.

“Nothing. Just small-talk.” Not a lie, but not the truth either. Though you figured a little white lie couldn’t hurt, knowing all it did was hide the secret Felix had shared with you. Jisung wouldn’t have judged Felix if you had told him, but you didn’t believe it was your right to out him. Especially after promising you wouldn’t tell anyone.

“Really? I could swear he was crying or something.”

“Oh, that? He was going through some personal things.” A little closer to the truth but still not revealing the whole story. Jisung seemed to believe you, and why wouldn’t he have? Had it been something that concerned your boyfriend, you would have told him. Didn’t have a reason not to. “Nothing to worry about, though.”

“Alright.” Your boyfriend picked his cutlery back up, slicing some of his son’s food for easier eating. “You’d tell me if it was serious, though. Right?”

“Of course,” you agreed as you beamed at your son. His mouth was stuck in a grin while he shoved spoons full of pancake into his mouth. “Everything’s alright.”

Brunch continued with little distraction. The topics reached from your future sister-in-law’s studies, which she was about to finish, to your son’s upcoming birthday. Still over a month away, but you could never start planning too early. It almost felt like you had never left. Your family, spending the late morning like you had any other weekend before moving to live on campus.

Your son’s lack of sleep showed right after he finished his plate. Despite his best efforts to keep himself awake, his eyes fell shut every few seconds. After missing you so much the past weeks, he wanted to spend any minute with his parents. It broke your heart. Of course, you knew it was better this way— staying close to campus and concentrating on your studies while your son stayed with your dad. Providing him the childhood he deserved. Still, it hurt you, knowing Ki missed you so much. Your own pain played a critical role in that feeling as well.

“I’ll take him to bed,” Jisung explained as he lifted his son from the high chair. Ki waved at you, already half asleep, as his father carried him out of the room.

Your dad had left a minute or two earlier, telling you about a discovery he had made while cleaning the attic. Thus, Jia and you were left to clean up the table, which you didn’t mind. It gave you a chance to catch up, something you had wanted the past few weeks but had never found the time for.

“So? How’s Uni for you? Did you make a ton of friends already?”

“I don’t know about a ton. But I did meet some people already,” you told her as you filled the sink with soap and water. “There’s this girl, Yuqi. She’s in my marketing classes, and she’s very nice. We get along great. And then, there’s Felix.”

“Sungie’s roommate?”

“Yes. He’s also very nice. I can see us becoming close.”

“That’s good. You never know when you’ll meet those people, but some of them will stick forever.” You nodded at her words, feeling like you had found two of these forever people in Yuqi and Felix. You had hardly met anyone you could open up to like you could to them, not even your High School friends. “How’s my baby bro doing on the friendship front? Is he adapting?”

“Surprisingly so. Jisung found a group of boys he’s been hanging out with. They seem cool; down to earth. They’re having a positive impact on him already.”

Had Jisung overheard your conversation, he would have most likely confronted you. Why would you talk about him behind his back like this? As though he was a social outcast you had to chaperone in his endeavours to make friends? However, he would have had to agree with you in the end.

Since you met him, Jisung hadn’t had the easiest time meeting new people. He was often awkward in social situations, and the lack of a filter caused him more problems than it fixed. You for one, loved him for it, as you always knew what was going on in his mind. Other people, not so much. In the past, Jisung had gotten himself in trouble due to saying the wrong things in tense situations. His social anxiety had only worsened the older he got. Having made friends already—without much effort—was a big deal.

Jia, being his older sister, knew about his issues.

“I’m glad he’s doing alright. It sounds harsh, but I wasn’t expecting him to make friends. Or worse.” She placed the dishes in the dishwasher as her eyes met yours. “He could have made the wrong friends.” You could tell where she was going with this. Her transition felt rather forced, but who could blame her? You, for one, had expected her to ask even earlier. “Speaking of—” And there it was. “Did you run into him already?”

Sighing at her words, you started scrubbing the pan below the soapy surface of the sink.

“We did.” Jia nodded, eyebrows furrowing in thought. “Seems like Jisung and him kept in contact. He invited us to this party at his fraternity yesterday.”

“So you talked to him?”

“Yup.” From her reaction you knew that she wasn’t satisfied with that. Jia was trying not to get too caught up in how you had talked to the one person she never wanted to think about again. After all, she couldn’t control who you ran into and chose to spend your time with. That went for both you and Jisung. Although, you were a bit more reserved about your relationship with the one who shan’t be named.

“I’ll regret asking later, but—” Again, you knew exactly what she was about to ask. “Did you meet— her?”

You placed the clean pan onto the rack to dry, taking off the cleaning gloves to hang them over the tap. You had thought a lot about how to approach this, but couldn’t come up with a painless explanation. So, the truth it was.

“I think so. I’m not 100 percent sure, but I believe she might be my roommate.”

A huff escaped Jia’s lips at the irony. “Of-fucking-course, she’s your roommate. And let me guess. She’s super nice and not at all a bitch who stole my boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t cheat on me and break my heart. That was all him.”

The glimmer of hurt in Jia’s eyes reminded you of that afternoon you found her crying on your doorstep. Her makeup smeared over her face and body trembling in your embrace. The pain wasn’t the same depth as three years ago, but you could tell it had left a scar. How couldn’t it have?

Jackson and Jia had been together for three years when she discovered his infidelity. There had been talks of marriage already, when he decided to throw it all out the window. And the worst thing, Jackson even tried to deny it when she confronted him. What he didn’t know was that Jia had seem them together. Two hours she had driven to campus to surprise him one weekend, and all to see him hugging and kissing some hot piece of ass. That’s how Jia had described her boyfriend’s affair after spotting them together. It had taken her around a minute to realise what was happening, then she up and left again.

A surprise phone call later that weekend Jackson answered with shock and denial. Not five minutes later, Jia decided she couldn’t hear it anymore. Like that, three years ended in what you could only describe as the second most heartbroken you had ever seen a person.

So, yes. The woman was still hurt. She was still in pain. Although that pain had morphed into hatred along the way.

“If it’s any comfort, she doesn’t seem to know you existed. And—” The next part was a shot in the dark. Hopefully, Jia would understand the humour in it all. “She started dating a woman immediately after Jackson. Said he made her realise she’d be better off without a man.”

That, Hwasa had told you in confidence. But seeing as it lightened the mood, you didn’t regret telling Jia. “Okay, that does make me feel better.” The atmosphere lightened up after that, though Jia needed to get one last thing off her mind. “But, you should keep track of that friendship between Jackson and Sungie.”

“You think?”

“Jackson himself might not be the problem. As hard as it is for me to say, he has a good heart. But that hardly goes for those friends of his. They’re some sketchy people.” Jia’s eyes showed honest concern. So much so that it worried you a little. “To this day, I believe he wouldn’t have done what he did, had his friends not had as much impact on him. They kept telling him he was too hot to let opportunities for hookups with random girls pass by. That our relationship was holding him back from reaching his full potential. And that’s a literal quote I overheard one of them telling him over the phone.”

“What? That’s crazy. Why did Jackson let them talk like this about you?”

“Who knows? But the matter of fact is that Jackson is a confident man. Always was. My brother, however...”

You understood she was hinting, again, at his social introversion.

“Since Dad left us, he’s been searching for a father figure in the older men around him. Do you remember that guy, Wonho, he hung out with in High School?”

“Do I? The dude was the personification of steroids.”

“Exactly. And Sungie had the biggest man crush on him. You do recall how that ended, right?”

“He broke his wrist trying to lift double his weight.”

“I love Sungie to the moon and back, but he has serious daddy issues. Not that it’s any his fault.” Jia had a point in everything she said. Even though you hoped Jisung couldn’t be manipulated, you understood it wasn’t impossible. “That Wonho-guy was his hero for months, and he wasn’t even trying to be. Imagine what could happen if some seriously sketchy guys meet him and see a trainable puppy.”

There was a moment of consideration as you imagined what Jia had described. Jackson and she had been happy before they went to university. Much like you and Jisung, they had been together a long time. Still, something inside you told you that Jisung wouldn’t hurt you like this. Jackson was a good guy, and they had been good together. But they also had their fair share of issues. Jisung and you, that was a whole other thing. You were soulmates. You had a son. Other than sweeping them under the rug, you talked about your relationship problems.

You wanted to voice those thoughts to Jia, but before you could do so, your dad and Jisung entered the room. Your dad carried a thick book, showing it to your boyfriend, who laughed at whatever he saw on the page.

“Baby, how were you so cute as a baby? I could eat you up.”

Your confusion resolved when your dad explained the situation. “I was showing an old photo album to Jisung. I found a stack of them in the attic.” Flipping the page, another chuckle escaped your dad’s lips. “Look! It’s you and your father. Gosh, I haven’t seen this picture in ages.”

At those words, a smile spread over your face as you made your way to his side of the book. And sure enough, there you were. Sitting in a flowerpot as your father held you up, smiling into the camera. The unfamiliar image warmed your heart, despite the tinge of sadness that appeared whenever you saw a picture of him.

“Your father was so handsome,” Jia said as she caught a glimpse.

“The most handsome,” your dad agreed, looking up from the page. “He did some modelling work while we attended law school and was good at it, too. Even made it into some magazines. He was so handsome even, it took me months to finally muster the courage and ask him out. And thank God, I did.” With those words, his eyes met you, still completely captured by the picture. “He would have been so proud of you, honey.”

A single tear rolled down your cheek as a smile plastered your face. Oh, what you’d give to have the chance and talk to him one last time. You would have told him so many things. Most importantly, you would have told him about the family you had found between all the grief and loss. The ones surrounding you, being the closest to you. And, of course, Ki. The love of your life.

No doubt, he would have loved your father as much as you did.

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Weeping Dawn (Gale x Reader)

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You have a breakdown and seek out Gale for comfort. I didn't describe what was bothering Tav so it's versatile for any reader.

-WARNINGS- descriptions of crying

I haven't written anything in so long lol so this is much shorter than all of my other works as I get used to writing longer pieces again. Regardless I hope this helps anyone who reads it <3

“Gale?” You appeared in front of his tent, pulling back the entrance flap tentatively.

“Yes? What can I do for you?” He replied, placing the book in his hands down and smiling up at you. His face fell however when he saw your state. His brown eyes crinkled in worry and his eyebrows fell in concern. “Is everything alright my dear? Pardon my obvious observation but you don’t look like yourself.” He stood up, but slowly so as to not startle you, and beckoned you to come inside and out of the night’s chill. You followed his call, walking inside his tent and wringing your hands constantly, heavily avoiding his eye contact.

“Could I…Would it be okay if I asked for a hug?” You asked, still avoiding his eyes. He wanted to chuckle at your request but held it in. It was such a trivial thing to ask for, something he would willingly give up at a moment’s notice, and yet you were acting like you had just asked him for something absurd. But then again…he had never even seen you go out of your way to touch any other companion. There was more to this request, he filed the information and his observations for later. He would ask when you were less tense. For now, he relaxed his body and smiled softly at you, hoping his calm exterior would help you relax. He outstretched his arms for you.

“Of course my love, you needn't even ask.” You shuffled forward, practically falling into his arms so forcefully it threw him off balance. He stumbled a bit but regained his posture quickly and soon became a grounding force for you with the way his arms held you upright. Even if it was a struggle for him to hold up your entire body weight he never voiced it.

You were silent but he could see your body begin to shake and soon felt hot tears begin to soak spots into his clothes. He said nothing, though there were a hundred and one things he would have liked to tell you and ask you. He let you have your moment, letting you spill all of your emotions out while he held you, rubbing soothing shapes on your back with one hand and carding his other through your hair. Soon your breathing returned to normal and the tears stopped flowing. He shifted you a little, enough so he could see your face but your body still rested against his. His eyes shone with sympathy and worry but the sight of you so sad and distraught broke his heart. He removed his hand from your hair gently and used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the remains of the tear streaks that littered your face.

“Do you wish to speak of whatever is bothering you so deeply my love?” He asked in a soft voice. You shook your head. He was curious and worried, but words were failing you that day so he would have to wait. He hated waiting, patience was not his strong suit, but he would do it for you. “That’s alright, whenever you find the words I am here to listen, I will always be here for you whenever you have need of me.” He softly smiled at you, hoping to coax some of his calmness towards you to ease your suffering. You returned the smile, or tried to at least. It made his heart feel a little lighter to know that you were at least trying.

“I…I don't know how to thank you.” Your voice was thick with salvia from crying.

“I don't require thanks, just knowing you're okay brings me peace. This is not a service to be repaid, you mean much more to me than that and I know you are aware of that.” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and in response you loosened yourself from his hold enough to clasp your hands in his and you showed him your appreciation through a kiss. His face twisted in surprise for a moment but soon relaxed and he returned the kiss with twice as much love and tenderness. You pulled away after and you could catch a glimpse of dissatisfaction in his face. The sight made you want to giggle but you held it in for his sake.

“Could I stay here with you in your tent tonight? Please?” It was the most confident sentence you had said all night and he could feel his heartstrings tug at your question. Not a bone in his body could deny you your request even if he wanted to. He kissed you again quickly but softly and his puppy dog eyes lit up with happiness.

“Of course my love, I could never say no to a request like that from you.”

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shuenkio · 19 hours

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𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 —☔— Jay

Paring: Bully!Jay x male!reader

Genre: Angst, [no love but emotion involved]

Cw: bruise, alcoholic, love affair, wounds, hospitalized etc

Summary: At the end he wants to take care of you to repay his actions.

Wc: 2.0k

Non proof read / first time writing angst there'd be some error. [Nothing is real this is a fanfic]

Living your life was already one hell ride, and you're hoping that school will give you some healing with your friends from your forbidden house. However, there was one person who craved your attention, your tears, and your suffering.

Seeing you under his control, unable to fight back, makes him even more gratified, and he would love to play with you all day long.

M/N, who is the only child living with your parents, who are arguing every day, didn't care about their surroundings, especially you.

Your father had an affair with your mother's sister, and ever since she found out, your family started crumbling. Holding back, I couldn't do anything aside from stay silent. You're just wanting to run away from this family of yours and never come back, but you couldn't; you don't have the heart to leave your mother in this state.

Since your father took steps away from this house, your mother began to drink every sort of alcohol to wash away all her sadness and depression, and soon she became an alcoholic.

However, she still manages to give you a life to breathe by working her head off. It's a blessing that she's still got one job that could keep her going from time to time. Nevertheless, that was only a good side. Since you're her only child, she always wanted the best for you.

You can't go out without her permission; you'll have to do all the housework, make food before she gets home, and get a good grade every month. All of these requirements come from her stressing you out. You thought she would be kind to you beside your father, but this is too much for you to take.

You can't sleep without overthinking about tomorrow, and your eyes are wide open all night long. You're tired. One day, when you wake up, you find a note on the counter in the kitchen that was left by your mother. As you observed it, you found yourself bawling your eyes out.

This is not a note; this is a last goodbye from your beloved mother. She's gone now; she left you in this horrible place with you all by yourself. Now you have nothing, along with some money that she left on the counter for you to continue this journey alone.

You don't understand why you should have to endure this all alone when they're the ones who started, you want to end everything, you wish you wouldn't be born so you don't have to breathe in this cruel, ugly world, and you still want to carry on.

You wipe your tears away with your hoodie's sleeve and accept your own fate as you prepare yourself for school. The least you could do at the moment was go to school, sometimes taking time to process there. On the other hand, you never thought in your mind that there was someone waiting for you.

Jay Park is the wealthy, rich, and spoiled kid, as you know. There's no reason for him to be a bully; he has just been like that since the very beginning. He loves to see everyone's downfall in despair, crying like a child while he overpowers them. Which is you, who's his victim's rights now? Not only did you draw his attention with your pretty face as a guy, but since you're the top student in the class, he got jealous.

To make your grade drop, all he had in mind was to bully you, and he knows you can't do anything to kick him out of the school because you're poor. While walking through the school's entrance, you accidentally bump into something as your hoodie's hood covers your vision. You move your head to the one you're bumping into before you realize it was none other than Jay.

Another day, another bruise. You quickly bow down to ask for forgiveness, and without further ado, you fasten your walk pace, hoping that you'll always get from him, but your feet are still in one place as your bag is grabbed by his grips.

"Where do you think you're going, little fella?" He smirked in satisfaction, a cocky grin painted on his face. You let out a heavy sign and cured your eyebrows together, willing to take anything.

The next thing you know, he's already taken you to the back of the school, the storage room, where no one dares to come by except him. You were asked to kneel on both knees, looking down on the ground, while your face was covered with bruises and bleeding scratches.

He never stops, and he doesn't have the plan to do that. He then kneeled on one foot, cupping your face harshly with one hand, making you look at him with your messy face.

"Aww, don't you look cute? I don't know why I enjoy playing with you longer than anyone else. Can you answer that, darling? Hm?" He looks at you as if you're his prey, tracing down on your wound and pressing it harder. As a result, you're whimpering in pain.

"P-please, I'm sorry, I'm begging." Your tears broke down, asking for his mercy, which he's eager for for a very long time. To see this moment, his facial expressions grow even more scary, as if he's a psychopath.

"You're begging already, darling? How sad I'm emotional~ ha seeing you under my control is all I need, so no." After he said that, he was about to harass you even more, but before he could, your friends suddenly blasted in at the right moment.

"Lay a finger on him again; I'm going to show this to your father, you mf." They're all running toward you, holding you close and looking over your injury.

"Wow, I'm afraid I might be expelled so scary~ I'll let you try it, dude; I'm sure he wouldn't care anyway." He responded, folding his hands together as he scoffs in disbelief.

"I might lose, but not this time, Jay. I know your father more than you know him; you're a dead meat today." Jay's ex-buddy states that it's true that before he leaves Jay for good, he already knows Jay's personal life: his father, his daily life, his family—he knows everything. That's why he's confident enough to speak about Jay's father.

"So? You think my dad will listen to you better than I am."He was cut by a sudden door crack open, revealing a man in gray hair behind whom it was his father. Jay's face turned pale as white as he looked upon his father standing tall behind his ex-friend.

"D-dad, it's not what you're thinking; you have to listen to me first, not this asshole!!" He dragged his feet to where his father was standing, asking for him to hear about his explanation.

"I have two eyes, Jay; I'm not blind nor deaf; you'll pay for your own consequences; get in the car at the instant." His father was shouting in a fuming tone, clearly pissed off by his own son's behavior. Jay, trembling with a tight chest as he makes his way out of this room, can't speak any more words. Jay's father then gazed over you before speaking.

"Are you alright, my child? I'm sorry for causing such an unfortunate situation for you; I'll pay everything on behalf of my ungrateful son. Now I'll let you rest assured and promise you that this will never happen again."

Once Jay was home, not only was he grounded, but his father had a serious plan for his own son by watching him 24/7 in his every move; he couldn't do anything without his permission, and he'd also no longer get access to his monthly allowance to punish him for his actions.

Even worse, he must take care of you, who's been lying down on the hospital bed ever since that day. He will also have to say "sorry" every day until you're recovered.

At the hospital

You're lying down on the soft bed while the IV injection is in your veins. It's serious because not only your body's bruises, but your health too, without proper eating, resting, and getting beaten almost every single day, and you know who.

Inside the silent room were despondent and empty; the lights were off due to your liking of the moon's sunlight reflecting through the large glass window. It's chilling with a cold breeze outside.

You take the rolling stand with you as you open the door, taking a moment to absorb the fresh air under the night sky with the chaos of city life underneath. You stood on the balcony, inhaling deeply as the crisp night air enveloped you.

In that moment, you felt a profound sense of peace and connectedness with the universe, as if the entire world had paused just for you to savor the simple joy of being alive, despite how hard your life was. It's crazy that some of you want to enjoy the city lights more while hopping on the fence of the balcony and sitting on it while swinging your legs.

You know it's too dangerous and too risky; with one wrong move, you'll see the heaven light; nevertheless, you couldn't care much; if God wants you to live, you'll live. The door cracked open, revealing Jay holding a bunch of food and supplies in his bag too.

He closed the door behind him, and as he looked over the bed to see nothing on it, he thought you were probably in the bathroom. However, when his eye passed by the curtain that was left open, blowing by the wind, he saw a figure in a patient gown sitting on the edge of the fence.

Sooner, he realizes that person was you, as he immediately drops everything on the floor with a loud thump filling the room, running to you in panic before grabbing your waist by his pair of hands in swift motions, snatching your body against his to the ground, and clenching you close to his chest.

The unexpected snatching by someone pulling you away almost makes your heart stop beating. You were so stunned that you couldn't talk.

"Are you fucking crazy?! Are you trying to kill yourself?" He raised his voice at you, shaking your shoulder, asking why you would do such a thing. You know you're not going to commit S/C, but instead you're answering the opposite, frustrated.

"So what if I do? Why would you care about me?" You fire back at his sudden care for you; last time he saw you, you're left with nothing but pain. Now he starts to act like being nice to you, which is such a twist.

"Because your life is my life! I know I'm a jerk and I should be buried alive, but please don't do this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry about everything I had done to you. I realized I was wrong, and you should scorn me for it. But *sob*, please let me repay for everything I had done to you." Jay paused as he took a moment to take his breath from his outburst. You blink while slightly taken aback by the emotional outburst; you have never seen Jay in this state before, crying in pain.

"Your friends told me everything about your life. If only I could go back in time, knowing the truth behind it, I'd never been that jerk and a bully to you. I won't ask for your forgiveness; all I want is for you to let me do justice for you. Let me take care of you, and I don't care if you hurt me in the process. Just let me." He stopped as his tears streamed down his cheeks, with guilt heavy on him and regret at his actions.

He's burying his face in his hands, muffling his sobs, and crying harder until his face falls onto his lap, as if he's bowing to you. Comprehend the stat he was in right now; instead of bushings on him more, you choose to comfort him instead, even though he's a walking red flag.

Everyone can change, and so did he; responding with kindness was the best choice.

"I forgive you, but I'll never forget. I'll let you repay for your action, Jay."

You said as you patted his back carelessly on it in a gentle manner.

"Th—ank you."

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oharaslove · 16 hours

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word count: almost 9k summary: Your everyday routine turns upside down when a couple of strange visitors land on your city. warnings:Miguelx!Spider Reader (kind of Latina), some cussing, mentions of death, injuries (let me know if there is something else!)

Chapter 1: 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧

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Earth - 129

Readers POV

“Dear soulmate, Do you think of me? ‘Cause I do”

You wish you wouldn’t. You wish you could erase his memory out of your mind. He isn’t thinking of you and he never will.

“Dear Soulmate, I can’t wait to fall in love with you”

That is the problem, you already had. You saw him with other eyes as soon as you found out the truth. The minute you learned that fate had tied you two together, your heart gravitated towards his.

He possessed your heart in his hands, and he crushed it, leaving you in this situation.

You feel alone, empty, as if you will never be enough.

When you were young, your father always told you how meeting your soulmate was where all the pain went away. From then and on, life was always going up.

LIES

You’ve never felt so low, how can you get back up now? Who can help you get out of the hole you dug for yourself? Why did your parents have to be soulmates?

Miguel was right, soulmates are stupid, you are stupid for believing your father. If you could go back, you would change the past, to never meet him, or better, to never be born…

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X POV 28 years ago

It was a cold January night in New York. The snow falling beautifully on top of trees and cars. The streets decorated with colorful lights, making the droplets glister with different shades, making them seem like fairies.

Everything was happiness. The Christmas and new years glow lifting everyone’s spirits. New beginnings, new dreams and new hope all around.

But inside a fairy-tale, there is always a tale of woe. A fragment of the story is never told. Stories are usually filled with brightness and happiness, but life is never like that. Not even for two people meant for each other. A pair of souls tied by destiny. Fate is never fair.

Inside the icy white hospital walls, there was a tense atmosphere. A man, in his mid thirties, was pacing the almost empty hallways, muttering to himself. Nurses watched him with heartfelt eyes, feeling his despair, knowing, deep down, what was about to happen.

“I can’t lose her, I- I.. I-I can’t” was all he repeated. Over, and over, non stop, for what felt like an eternity. “Por favor, Dios, quien sea. Please, help them” (“Please, God, anyone”) he pleaded, looking at the ceiling, as if a deity would pity him, and gift him a miracle.

Cries of pain were heard from inside the surgical room, a space that seemed far away, but was just a couple of steps ahead. A place that called him, lured him to get in, but with no use, given that it was forbidden, and that he already tried to fight the nurses to let him stay.

His wife, the love of his life, his soulmate, laid in there, suffering.

It all had started smoothly. The check ups were fine, everything looked perfect to welcome their daughter to the world, but nothing prepared him for this moment.

Every minute that went by, every second, was pure torture. The walls felt like they were closing in, the floor about to disappear beneath his feet. His life, his everything was slipping out of his grasp.

The staff grew worried, they knew they couldn’t keep the man away for much longer. They were aware of the pain he was in, they could sense, feel it, tension palpable in the air. Chances were they had experienced and witnessed this exact situation a million times. The man’s health was deteriorating with every tick of the clock. His steps becoming shorter, pace slowing down, until he stopped.

The calm before the storm.

Numbness. Cold. Fear. All emotions are far from familiar to this man. He could feel her presence in the back of his head, but barely. The man sat on the floor, knees to his chest, head tucked in, rocking back and forth, trying to steady his breathing, praying. “No por favor, po-por favor” (“No please, pl-please”). Tears began streaming down his face, wetting his shirt and trousers.

And just like that, the pain was gone. Only emptiness. His soulmate had parted this Earth. He could no longer feel her existence. His mark was surely gone, a mark that was printed on his skin his whole life. A half heart, only complete with her, your mother.

Doctors came and went, apologizing, giving their condolences, explaining there was nothing to be done. The man tried to pay attention to them, but with no use, his mind else where.

But, he had to be strong, he had to keep going with only half a soul. He needed to prevail, since there was still a part of her with him, you. His beautiful daughter, half him, half your mother.

Your cries were heard from the other room. Your father dismissed the doctors and ran to tend to you. As soon as he reach the crib and saw you he swore on his life that he was going to take care of you, forever.

Your father immediately picked you up to calm you down. As he did so, he uncovered your right shoulder, where he noticed the mark. A strange shape, nothing seen before, from what he heard in stories and read in books or the internet. It couldn’t be a simple birthmark, it was yours and your soulmate’s.

A strange feeling formed inside of him. Obviously, happiness, for one part, as you had someone to call yours, but some sadness, and mostly worry. Your mark wasn’t as dark as everyone’s. It was even lighter than when someone is born before their soulmate, a much softer brown than his when he came to the world, as your mother was younger than him.

There was something wrong, but he couldn’t tell what. Not even the doctors or specialists in soulmates. All he could do was pray that his little girl could find the love of her life, like he did with your mother, all those years ago, and that you could live a happy life, a much longer one than your parents.

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Reader’s POV 5 years later

“Papiii…, can you tell me how you met momma again pleaseeee?” you said with a pout as your father tucked you in bed. Their love story was your favorite bedtime tale. “¿Otra vez?” (“Again?”). You nodded excitedly. The idea of soulmates was your favorite thing in the world, and knowing that your parents were, only fueled your dream of someday finding yours.

“Okay, here we go..”

Like every other night, he told you how he met your mother in high school. The day that they met, he felt his mark itch more than normal, like it was trying to tell him something, that she was near. Everyone experiences a different feeling or physical sign.

As soon as he saw her, he knew she was special. It wasn’t like with the other pretty girls, he felt pulled by her, he couldn’t move his eyes away.

As soon as they touched, their marks changed. Marks in your universe can change multiple times in a lifetime. When someone is born, it is a light brown if their soulmate isn’t born yet and a dark brown when their other half already roams Earth.

But, when two soulmates meet (and realize they are each other’s soulmate) the mark turns a reddish color, symbolizing true love. It stays on your skin until one of the pair dies, like it happened with your mother.

You’ll never forget the look on your father’s face when you asked why he didn’t have his. He looked at you with tears forming in his eyes, and that’s when he explained to you, for the first time, what had happened with your mother, and how important soulmates are.

Despite his loss, as it came with an unforgettable pain, he always reminded you that one’s half is the only person you should be with. Soulmates can only be born from other soulmates, and if someone chooses not to wait for their soulmate, the link breaks, leaving only emptiness and sorrow behind.

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Three months ago

“Y/n!!”

The sudden scream waked you up from your slumber. The shock made you lose balance, falling from the stool you were on and landing butt first on the floor.

“Aghh, shit” you groaned, rubbing your eyes, trying to regain consciousness and see what was in front of you.

“Oh my god, I am so so sorry” Peter, your best friend, apologized. “I just wanted to wake you up”.

“Yeah, well Pete,” you said cleaning the saliva off your arm, “maybe, next time, just maybe just shake me a little bit” you said, sarcastically.

Peter laughed, the sarcastic tone a clear indication that you weren’t harmed. “Noted” he stated, offering his hand for you to take.

You just swatted it away, lightly, and stood up on your own. This was no surprise for Peter, who didn’t make a fuss out of it. You weren’t a morning person at all, and he was aware of it. But you had your reasons.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning” he joked, trying to light up the mood, as he walked back to his lab station, that was perpendicular to the left of yours.

“I didn’t wake up at all Parker” you groaned, looking at the devices and papers spread over your table, trying to remember what you were doing before dozing off.

“You can’t keep doing this, you know?” he said, concern lacing his voice. Peter was aware of the life you had once the day was over. He believed it was dangerous, and even though he tried to be supportive, he really didn’t approve.

You sighed, resting the palms of your hands on the marble surface in front of you. “With great power-”

“Comes great responsibility. Yeah yeah, I know. You always say the same” he said, while he turned his body towards you, resting his back on his table. “But, the fact that you have this powers doesn’t mean that you have to compromise your health every single night” he lectured, punctuating the last words with his hands.

The course this conversation was taking was not strange to you. Peter always tried to coaxed you out of being Spider-woman, every chance he gets.

You didn’t fight back, as you normally would. You just kept looking at the floor, exhaustion taking over, a yawn forming in your mouth.

“Hey” Peter whispered. You slowly lift up your eyes to match his. He stared at you for a little, supposedly trying to decipher what was going on behind your eyes. He walked up to you in slow, quiet steps, as if he made a wrong move, you would break, like glass.

He stopped a couple inches away from you, giving you enough space. “I know that you feel like everything that happens in this city is your job to fix.” He started in a calm, soothing voice. “I get that after your dad passed and he said those words, you fight day and night to make this hell a better place, but it has taken a toll on you. You need to rest”

The mention of your father brought tears to your eyes, or maybe it was the frustration, or both. You lost him not long after becoming Spider-woman. You never got to tell him, but in some way, you think he knew. After all, he was the person who knew you best.

Every day, you try to imagine whether your father would be proud of you or disappointed on how you are handling your life. Oh, how you wish he was here, to hug him one last time, to run into his arms and feel safe. However, you knew he was in a much better place, reunited with your mother after all those years.

As you didn’t answer, Peter continued, “I know it is hard, but I am here, MJ too. She doesn’t know, I promise I didn’t tell her, but that doesn’t matter” he rested a hand on your left shoulder, trying to give you support. “Just tell us that you need help, and we will gladly provide it”.

That brought a smile to your face, mirroring his, despite the tears spilling from your years. You laughed, easing the tension of your chest and shoulders, and hugged Peter. You knew you had amazing friends, the issue was that, sometimes, you felt out of place. And, there were numerous reasons why you felt like that.

One, you are not completely human. You are Spider-woman, spider DNA resides in your cells. Two, and arguably the most important, you haven’t find your soulmate yet. A constant reminder that you are in fact, alone.

Every time you are out, whether when you are swinging across the city or walking on the street, all you see is couples having dates, holding hands, whatever. The important thing is there were always two people simply enjoying each others company. Apparently, you were the only one who couldn’t find their other half.

Another worry to fill your mind, as if being a superhero wasn’t enough.

“What you are saying is,” you said after calming down and pulling away from Peter’s embrace. “is that, if I ask you to put on the mask for one night, you are going to do it” you finish half smiling, trying not to erupt in laughter.

Peter snorted, a smile forming on his lips. “There is no way in hell I would do that, not even for a million dollars” he laughed. “There is only room for one crazy person in this friend group, and that is you” he said, punching your arm affectionately, before walking back to his station. He knew that if you were joking, that meant that you were okay.

“Never say never Pete!” you quipped, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes and cheeks. “One day maybe, after finishing all this research, I’ll find a parallel universe where you have the powers”.

At that, Peter double down laughing, clutching his stomach from how hard he was chuckling. “Yeah sure” he said between giggles, cleaning his happy tears out of his eyes with the back of his hand. “Maybe you could find your soulmate too”.

“Oh fuck off” you exclaimed. “I thought we were having a wholesome moment over her” you laughed.

You both giggled for a good couple of minutes, still bickering at each other, throwing shade back and forth. The break from work helping you both distress, the weight on your shoulders decreasing.

After calming yourself, both of you went back to working on your respective projects and theories. Peter was fixing some technology and improving your web-shooters, something you had been complaining about for weeks.

You, on the other hand, were trying to come up with a device capable of breaking the fourth dimension. Something that could allow you to travel to other dimensions. This being your ultimate goal.

You had been theorizing about inter dimensional travel since the last year of college. You wrote your thesis about it, claiming that it was possible given the technology human race had available at your time.

The difficult part was gaining the energy necessary to make the jump, or open a portal. You wished you could do it, prove to all the people who called you crazy that it was in fact possible. You were going to be the first woman to jump between dimensions, or at least you hoped. If you were trying to do this, did that mean there was someone who also thought about it in other Earth?

Those kind of questions always pop up on your mind, distracting you from work. It for sure was a possibility. If there are others out there, you can’t be the only one trying to find them. As with aliens, you can’t be alone in this bast space. You shook your head, trying to focus on your papers in front of you, aiming to push those thoughts to the back of your brain.

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Hours went by. You would think that you had done a lot of work, but no. Your brain wasn’t cooperating. You still couldn’t find a way to make the devices stable with the amount of energy they were consuming. You have never tried to use them, but theoretically, the portals wouldn’t form evenly, making the jump extremely dangerous. You weren’t taking any chances.

Besides, sleep was still trying to creep on you and now, to top it off, you were hungry. Your stomach had been complaining for like an hour now, but you were too lazy to stop and look for food.

Your stomach growled, making you lose the last bit of concentration you had. You groaned out of frustration and flopped on top of your table, not caring about the technology or papers scattered on it.

You heard Peter laugh behind you, which made you grunt in annoyance. How can he always be so happy?

As in on cue, you heard the sliding doors open, followed by the clicking sounds of heels on the floor. You heard rustling beside you, probably Peter trying to cover your spider things so MJ would not see them.

“Hey guys!” MJ greeted, always with that angelic and cheery voice. “I brought lunch”. Oh thank god, you thought, she really was an angel. Reason number one of why Peter is happy every single damn day.

“Thank you babe” you heard Peter say, followed by a kissing sound, making you gagged internally. Too much cheesiness. The dream of accomplishing the same thing with your soulmate since you were a kid slowly banishing. Every reminder of love making you sick to your stomach.

“What is wrong with y/n” MJ asked, concern present in her voice.

Upon not hearing an immediate answer from Peter, you lifted your head up from the table and looked over at them. They were clearly communicating, but without uttering a word. Their shared looks was all it took.

Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, the hunger or the fact that you were pathetic from not founding your soulmate which made the feeling of anger and frustration inside of you come to light. Anger and frustration that were only directed to yourself, but that somehow, escaped you, even surprising you.

“Hey!” you snapped without thinking. “I’m right here, you know? Can you two quit doing that?” Your face becoming redder and redder as seconds went by.

The couple glanced at each other. “Doing what exactly?” MJ asked furrowing her eyebrows, and playing with her hair.

“That!” you shouted, as if the answer was clear as water, pointing at them with your hand, moving it from one to another. “You are using your soulmate telepathy or whatever” you finished, throwing your hands in the air and turning your back to them.

Peter snorted, clearly not sensing the tension in the atmosphere. “You do know we can’t read each other’s mind, right? Soulmate can only sense emotions. That’s not how-”

“No Peter!” you roared, turning back around at light speed. Your tone and actions making Peter and MJ take a step back from fear. “I don’t know how it works, or what it is, or how it feels” you continued, while pacing from left to right, using your arms to exaggerate your words. “I don’t know if you haven’t notice yet, but I DON’T HAVE SOULMATE YET” you finished, aiming those last words directly at him, looking at Peter right in the eye.

As soon as you finished that sentence, you spun around again. You pressed the palms of your hands strongly against the table, not paying attention to the things on it. If you broke something, it didn’t matter. Nothing worked anyway.

Your chest was heaving up and down, your breath quick and short. It was getting hard to see, spots feeling your vision every time you opened your eyes. You tried to calm yourself down. The annoyance you were feeling was strange, you had never felt like this. Sure, you had your bad days, but most of the time, the negative emotions were directed to yourself! And you knew how to control them.

It wasn’t Pete’s or MJ’s fault that your soulmate wasn’t here, that you hadn’t found him yet. They were just trying to help. For God’s sake, MJ even brought you lunch! Tears began spilling out of your eyes out of frustration. The emotions too strong to let them in, and crying was the only way you knew how to get them out, without shouting at them again.

You started shacking, not being able to stop it. Sobs spilling out of your mouth. You ran your hand though your hair before covering your face, trying to stop the tears and sounds coming out, but not succeeding.

You slumped over your desk, hoping to be swallowed by the floor. You were so ashamed of shouting at Peter and MJ, they would probably walk away, you would. Is this why you haven’t find your soulmate yet? Because you are not ready? You are emotionally immature? Probably you are overreacting, but still.

Between your sniffs, you heard shuffling behind you. Steps growing louder, until you felt a gentle hand on your right shoulder. The smell of roses and vainilla signaling it was MJ.

Raising your head up and looking to the right, you were met with a blurred image of a red mass and blue eyes staring at you. MJ wiped your tears away from your eyes with her thumb, always so gentle. The gesture making a sob come out of your throat.

You could see on MJ’s face that she was worried, and she didn’t know how to make you feel better. After looking at your face for a little longer, she glanced at your station, making you do the same. Papers were scattered all over, no organization whatsoever. For many, it would be chaos, but you knew your way around it. After all, the state of your lab table was a clear indication of how your life was going.

“What are you working on?” MJ asked calmly, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked back at her, contemplating whether she was really interested on what you had to say, or she was merely trying to get you out of your head. You shook your head. The reason wasn’t important, what mattered was the fact she was helping you.

“Umm, I am just trying to prove some theories, nothing important, really” you shrugged. You used your sweater sleeve to dry off your cheeks and nose, before showing her the different devices.

“This is supposed to teleport you.” you explained, grabbing the bracelet in front of you. “And this, is supposed to create a portal to another dimension” you said, pointing at the first piece of technology on the table.

MJ watched you with a smile on her face. Not that you were paying much attention to her, talking about science always made you wonder to other worlds, forgetting about all your worries and sorrows.

“Have you tried any?” Peter questioned, joining the conversation. He walked towards you like he was stepping on eggshells, aiming to keep you calm, for the second time that day. He stopped right at your left, between you and his station, just as a few hours prior.

“You know I haven’t Pete” you giggled. “Stop being so tense Peter, I’m not going to bite you”.

The three of you laughed, and you visible could tell how the weight was lifted from Peter’s shoulders.

“I am so sorry for snapping at you both” you said, looking between them. “I know it isn’t your fault. I guess I was just a little jealous” you admitted.

“It is okay” MJ replied, putting her hand on your arm and giving it a squeeze. “Just, let us know how you feel before your emotions explode right in our faces, alright?”

You laughed and nodded at her, focusing your attention on the bracelet on your hands.

“I wish I could try them, you know?,” you continued elaborating what Peter had asked “but I guess it is still too dangerous. I don’t know how unstable this things are”.

You examined the device a while longer. After being satisfied with the fact that everything looked normal and just as how you had planned it, and not longer being able to extract information by just looking at it, you went to set it down on the table.

As if the universe was listening, as soon as the lateral of the bracelet hit the surface, a surge of energy emerged from it, aimed at the roof.

The sudden blow knocked you off your seat, falling to the ground on your butt, for the second time that day. MJ and Peter crumbled to the floor, protecting their heads.

You quickly sat up, checking for injuries on both of your friends. After visually checking they were unscratched, you watched the energy beam. You couldn’t take your eyes off it.

It was a mixture between red, orange and blue, illuminating the room in a beautiful warm light. On the ceiling, the matter was creating a spiral, turning and growing bigger by the second.

The ray coming out of the bracelet was unstable. It shone brighter for seconds and then it slowed down, making the semi-portal grow and close, consuming and dropping matter everywhere. Things were floating towards the portal, but then dropping down when the surge became smaller. You felt pulled by it, your scientific mind wanting to see what was on the other side.

You were stuck in place, sitting on the floor, mouth agape, watching all the changes the portal was creating on the lab. The trance you were in was so strong that you almost didn’t register your spidey senses going off.

“TAKE COVER!!” you screamed, before grabbing MJ’s hand and pulling her towards you, to put her beneath Peter’s lab station, following Peter.

As soon as you got MJ below the desk, the bracelet exploded, breaking the surge.

The semi-portal took all the remaining energy, and stopped moving.

Just as you thought it was all over, the spiral shrunk and then expanded, creating a blinding light and an electromagnetic wave. Pieces of the ceiling fell, the lights cut off, the emergency lights turn on, at the same time the fire alarm did.

Five minutes went by, no one dared to move. Being Spider-woman, you decided to be the brave one and taste the waters, besides, it was kind of your fault this all happened. You crawled out under the table, and looked around the lab.

Everything looked normal, if you rule out the big hole on the ceiling were the portal was forming. After inspecting everything in case of danger, you signal Peter and MJ to get out.

“Are you guys okay?” you asked concerned “Yeah, yeah, we are fine” Peter answered cleaning the dust on his knees. “What the hell happened?” MJ questioned a little shaken up. “I don’t really know. I recognize the devices were unstable, but they weren’t suppose to work. At least theoretically” you elaborated. “Unless-”.

Before you could end your explanation, your Spidey senses went off again. You scanned the lab alarmed with your eyes, trying not to make sudden moves to not scare MJ even further. Peter could see that you knew there was something wrong, he had seen that look in your face a million times. He knew your Spidey senses were attempting to tell you something.

“Why don’t you go and look at the light panel y/n?” Peter said, aiming to call your attention and making you look at him, which you did.

He was staring at you, telling you to go and save the day, like you always do.

“The light panel, right. Yeah, I’ll do that.” you declared, giving Peter and understanding and thanking look. “Stay safe, the fire department should be here in shortly.”

“Will do, now go!” Peter urged you.

And with that, you grabbed your bag and ran out the door. Thank god you always carried your suit with you. You made a quick pit stop in the bathroom to change and, five minutes later, you were off in the streets, trying to guess what your spidey senses were warning you about.

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Earth - 928B

Miguel’s POV Same time as reader’s pov

Miguel had been in front of the screens in his office for what felt like days, which probably were.

After all the chaos had Spot caused and the mistakes he made with Miles, he didn’t dare rest, in case the multiverse collapsed, when he wasn’t on watch. Besides, he was giving himself a really hard time. He couldn’t believe that the theory of canon events was wrong, it shouldn’t have been, it made total sense.

But, given that Miles father was still alive, and the police captain, nonetheless, that meant he was mistaken.

Not only his job became ten times more difficult because of the instability of the multiverse caused by the Spot, but also, he needed to find answers. He craved to know why Gabriella’s universe shattered. If it wasn’t because he wasn’t supposed to be there, what caused it? Can it be fixed? Can he see his little girl again?

On top of it all, there was a new group of villains roaming the various dimensions. He had sent different squads of spiders, hoping one of them could trap them, to then be sent to their respective universes. But they all failed, and not by a little.

There was little to no information about the individuals forming the evil organization. The only warning someone could get before being sent off being “Warning: Extremely Dangerous. Do not, under any circumstance, hold back”.

Every spider sent on the quest came back severely injured or passed out. The ones injured were far too traumatized to speak. The lines of the Spider psychologist growing as the weeks went by. Miguel had to even consider hiring a new one, even taking into consideration a normal human.

The atmosphere at the Society wasn’t ideal. Many spiders losing respect for Miguel over the whole Miles ordeal, even if he had apologize to him a thousand times. Tension was escalating, and Miguel was between the sword and the wall.

He needed people to trust him, because he needed to catch these bad guys, but he couldn’t do it alone. The whole stability of the different universes was in play. And yes, he is aware he had use that argument before, and that he was wrong, but there is proof now.

Miguel had tasked Lyla on monitoring the universes where this group had been last. During their stay, all the living creatures of the surface started to slowly die. Technology was unusable, and people were growing mad.

This case was the top priority, but there were still other variants outside of their respective universes that had to be taken care of. Unwillingly, he had to give control to Jessica Drew. She was now the leader of the “easier” missions to retrieve anomalies. Furthermore, much to his dismay, Peter B was in charge when Jess had to take care of his son, as long as he didn’t bring Mayday along.

The sleep deprivation wasn’t helping, at all. He was more irritable, he could barely focus, and to top it all off, his left side started itching. He should probably check it out, but it was probably nothing. Jess would probably tell him to go to the infirmary and rest, but he couldn’t, not now.

Talking about the devil…

“Hey Miguel.” Jess announced herself. “Any new lead?”

“Ugh not yet.” he hissed, trying to find the spot where the itching originated.

“Are you okay? Why are you scratching yourself so much.”

“It’s nothing Jess, you back to work.”

“There is no work Miguel. I’m just that good.”

“Then go do whatever, I’ll rather be alone.” he growled, visibly uncomfortable.

Jess rolled her eyes, that response being an usual thing she heard this days. “Why don’t you get Lyla to check you up? Maybe it is an allergy.” Jess pressed, not accepting a no for an answer.

“No es nada, mierda.” [(It is nothing, dammit) kinda, ahha) ] Miguel replied, scratching his side even more. “I don’t need a check up.”

“Too late!” Lyla chirped, appearing from thin air, making Miguel roll his eyes and groan.

“There is nothing out of the ordinary.” the AI informed “Apparently, the itching comes from the mark on you abdomen Miguel.”

“Mark? Like, what, a past scar? Those itch all the time.” Jess questioned confused.

Miguel hurried to answer before Lyla could open her mouth. “It’s noth-”

Late again. “Oh, the soulmate mark? You weren’t aware of that? Weiird” Lyla stated in a sarcastic tone, eyeing up Miguel to see his reaction.

“Lylaa” he snarled, trying to grab the AI, but she teleported near Jess’ shoulder.

“What? I am just providing information to our dear friend Jessica” the AI expressed shrugging, as if the information she has just divulged wasn’t a secret Miguel had been hiding for years.

“A Soulmate huh? You’ve never mentioned that” Jess wondered

“I’m not in the mood to talk about it Jess” he said, turning his body towards the screens, trying to hide. The itching was becoming unbearable. His talons threatening to come out.

“You are never in the mood. Why have you never mentioned it?” Jess continued questioning, abusing the fact that Miguel wasn’t going to yell at her.

Miguel slumped his shoulders and head forward, his chin touching his chest, his hands on his hips. He took deep breathes, trying to prepare himself for the inevitable conversation that was about to happen.

“This Earth like many others,” he began, lifting his head. “once had a lot of soulmates roaming the surface”.

Miguel turned to Jess, checking if she was following. Once she nodded, he continued.

“After a while, people stopped looking for them. Many didn’t believe there were meant to be, others weren’t patient enough.” he sighed, remembering his mother and his biological father. “My mother married George O’Hara, a man who wasn’t her soulmate. But still, whatever wicked entity who is in charge of all of this, brought her to her soulmate, and I am the outcome of that.” he finished, anger evident in his voice.

“So.. what?” Jess asked. “Soulmate disappeared as a punishment for not wanting for them?”

“No” Miguel answered pinching his nose, already done with the conversation, at least it was distracting him from the pain on his side. “From what I gathered from Lyla’s investigation, only soulmates can birth soulmates, thus, the numbered decreased because people had children with others who weren’t their ‘half’.” The last bit said between air quotes, as he shared the sentiment of all those people. There wasn’t a person who could be his other half. The universe wouldn’t gift him a nice one. One that he could love and could love him back.

“And that’s it?” Jess said. “Your excuse for being secluded in your office all day and being lonely is waiting for your soulmate?. You ain’t gonna find her if you keep burying yourself with work.”

“Quite the opposite actually” he mumbled, the end of the conversation not coming fast enough.

“You don’t want to find her?” she replied surprised. “I get why you don’t want anything with this..”

Jess words blurred in the background, all he could hear was his heart pounding in his chest.

“… you are condemning the girl to the same thing.”

His chest was rising up and down, the air around him becoming too hot. Each breath too hard to pass. Miguel rested his hands on the table, slumping his body forward, aiming to calm himself down.

“What if she wants to find you? What if she is waiting for you?”

He stopped registering what Jess was saying, all his brain could focus on was the itch in his abdomen. The mark hot to the touch despite the barrier of his suit. Closing his eyes, he tried to regain control of his body, but it wasn’t cooperating.

“And, what if-”

“Enough!” Miguel roared, halting Jess from talking, her mouth wide open. He turned around, eyes as red as his suit. Chest heaving, nostrils blown.

“I don’t care how she feels, and neither should you.” he declared firmly, aiming to get his point across. “I am Spider-man, my duty is to the multiverse. I don’t have time to waste on trivial things as love, as finding the ‘the one’. I can’t, and I won’t.”

“And if she finds you?” Jess pressed, not caring about the consequences.

“I said enough! Ya basta por favor” he snarled, turning his head towards the screens. (stop it please).

Silence consumed the room. The only noise being Miguel’s heavy breathing.

Miguel could feel Jess’ deathly stare on the side of his face, but he was done talking. All her questioning was useless, there was no way his soulmate could appear out of thin air. Besides, again thanks to Lyla’s research, he knew his mark wasn’t normal. The shape was strange, the color was wrong. He was aware that the marks disappear once one of the souls left this Earth, but he still had his, meaning his soulmate was somewhere still.

The weird thing was that it seemed dormant, as if his soulmate was in other reality. Funny huh?, how he said he doesn’t think about it, but he had Lyla do research and how he has theories about them.

Despite everything and his brain’s attempt to bury the thought, his heart still yearns for love, for being taken care of. His emotional side urging him to get out of his office, go on patrols hoping, praying, to find the one person destined to him. His rational side, for the other part, shouting at him to have some sense.

His soulmate for sure was a normal citizen, someone else to protect. Another person to lose. One more person whose blood would be on his hands. He couldn’t bear it, his hands were red enough as it is.

The calm atmosphere was interrupted with the flash of the multiple screens in front of him.

“Lyla, what is this?” Miguel asked

“The evil group has being spotted entering Earth-129.” Lyla answered, looking at her tablet.

“What do we know about this universe?” Jess said.

“Not much. But there is a Spider-woman in it” Lyla answered adjusting her glasses. “If you want to catch them, this is a good chance. There is no time to call a squad. It has to be you two”.

Miguel looked at Jess. Despite the anger he felt towards her at that moment, she was his friend and his most trusted teammate.

“Stop looking at me like that” Jess said rolling her eyes. “I am not going to let you hanging. Let’s go!”

Lyla clicked some buttons on her holographic tablet and opened a portal to said dimension.

Before crossing the threshold, Jess turned to Miguel with a grin and joked “You know, if we both get injured or die, Peter B stays in charge of everything”.

Miguel groaned, not having thought of that. “Another reason to leave this mission unscratched” he said under his breath, swearing to himself to come back, no matter how hard.

They both pulled their masks over their face and disappeared into the portal.

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Earth-129

As Miguel emerged from the portal he had to squint his eyes. The brightness of the sun burning his eyes, not used to the light, given his office was always dark, and a consequence to the spider DNA.

He scanned the city looking for the bad guys. This universe, New York at least, was similar to his. A little less technological, but almost a copy.

It didn’t take him long to localize the villains. The chaos they were creating clear as day and really loud. The citizens of New York screaming at the top of their lungs and running away.

Before Jess and him could jump into action, a sky-blue figure flew right past him, or in retrospective, swung. The spider-woman of Earth-129 had a blue, grey and black suit, with a belt around her waist.

As she fought against the biggest guy, Miguel could see that she was experienced. She moved like she had been doing this her whole life, dodging punches, kicks and electromagnetic fields like they were nothing.

“We should help her” Jess said.

Miguel nodded, and they both jumped into action.

Reader’s POV

The minute you started swinging across the city after leaving the lab, you saw what your spidey senses were warning you about. Three individuals, each one different from the rest, were causing a havoc in the city center.

The first one, and the biggest one, was basically a mountain of dirt. He looked like a toddler had built him with clay and put rubies for eyes. He was at least 3 meters tall, from what you could see from afar. He also had some weird red rays surrounding his body, which attracted different materials. Probably an electromagnetic kind of thing.

The second one, who looked like the one in charge, was a regular human, or that was what it looked like. The only extraordinary thing was that he had a weird helmet on his head, but apart from that, normal.

The last one, you couldn’t decipher what it was, partly because it looked like he was constantly changing its appearance. From a tall man, to a woman, to whatever human shape you can imagine. It grossed you out a little, because it sometimes had two faces at the same time.

There was no time to think, you needed to protect your city.

You swung as fast as you could to reach the center. As you were passing a tall building, from the corner of your eye, you saw two people on the rooftop. It was probably the adrenaline and the lack of sleep, but you could swore they had suits on, and they looked like yours! Different colors of course.

You were approaching the scene as fast as you could, trying to come up with a plan. Clearly, the safest option, was to attack the human guy, let’s call it number two. The downside of it being that, if he was the leader, he was probably powerful, but it is the best option.

Before you could change your mind, you jump towards number two and kick him straight to the face, making him stumble back and fall to the floor.

The action caused the other two to lock their eyes on you. Oh, you were so fucked. You had fought bad guys before, in big groups even, but you could sense these were different.

Number 1, the big ugly guy, leaped forward, trying to strike you, but you jumped out of the way before he could even touch you, landing close to guy number three.

He was still changing his appearance, but once you landed in front of him and he locked eyes with you, he transformed into your dad. You stumbled back, shock, making you lose focus.

“What, dad? How- how do you know him?” you said dumbfounded. The quick distraction was enough to make you miss your spidey senses and receive an electromagnetic surge from guy number 1 from the right.

You flew back ten meters, crashing against a parked car. You groaned in pain. Your ears were ringing from the crash. You opened your eyes, seeing a blurred brown figure fast approaching, your senses begging you to move out of the way.

Your limbs weren’t answering, you were doomed.

Just as you were accepting your fate, a red and blue figure crashed against the other one, moving it out of the way.

“Hey” you heard from your left. You tilted your head upwards, trying to locate the source of the sound.

“We are here to help, come on” she offered your hand to take. You did, slowly, trying not to cause more pain.

You double down, hand on your knees trying to regain your breath. Whatever that guy hit you with, it was strong.

“I am going to help him, stay here until you feel okay” the woman said. When she saw you nod, she swung into action, kicking guy number 3.

The tall guy, the one that saved you, was still fighting with ugly guy number 1. The leader was no where on sight. You would have to be alert.

Both the woman and the man looked like Spider-guys to you, they had similar suit to yours. That’s weird, you thought you were the only one. You had never encountered them in your patrols. Why now?

Once you recovered your breath, you decided to join the fight. And just on time, because you saw the leader trying to sneak attack Spider-man.

You jumped right in front of him, before he could strike the man. Both of you entangled into a fist fight, none of you succeeding on hitting the other. Obviously, you had your spidey senses on your favor, so you could predict were the blow was coming from, but the leader was reading all your moves, as if he knew what you were going to do next.

Other thing that surprised you was that he wasn’t getting tired. Scratch the fact that he was a normal dude, he clearly had something.

”Surprised Spider-woman?” you heard inside your head, which made you stop in your tracks, giving him the opportunity to punch you straight in the face, making you fall to the floor.

”Where is it?” he continued, speaking in your head. Where is what?? What is this guy talking about?

”Where are you hiding it?” he stood above you, each leg on one side of your body, trapping you in. ”Well, are you gonna tell me? Or am I going to have to take it from you? I warn you, it is a painful process”

You could barely register what he was saying. What does he want? What is IT? Nonetheless, it didn’t matter. Whatever he was looking for, it couldn’t be good, and you didn’t want him to take it from you.

In a swift move, you punch his crotch, which made him stumbled back, liberating you from him. You stood up quickly, trying to continue the fight.

“How are you? What do you want?” you questioned, fists ready to punch. A few meters away, you could hear the rest of the fight.

”We are Cataclysm, and we will prevail”. he answered. ”We will catch you little spider, when you are alone.”

And just like that, the ground opened up and swallowed him. You stood there, confused, staring at the floor for a sign of where he had went.

The noise behind you had stopped as well. You turned around, looking for the other two bad guys and the two spider-people, but the first ones were already gone, probably alerted by their leader.

The spider-people, on the other hand, were talking a few meters away from you. You couldn’t hear them. As you were about to go up to them and introduce yourself, they shot a web to the nearest sky-crapper.

“Hey! Wait up!” you said, and shot a web yourself, trying to follow them.

You landed on the rooftop, and the other two weren’t there. Fuck! You missed them. Just as you were about to jump off and keep looking around, you felt a sting.

‘Ugh fuck!’ you exclaimed, clutching your right shoulder. Something might had hit you, which was weird, because it wasn’t there a minute ago. Maybe it was the adrenaline wearing down.

All of a sudden, you heard a thud behind you. Two heavy landings.

You turned around, fist up, ready for a fight, in case they weren’t friendly, even though your spidey senses were silent.

‘Easy girl’ the woman said. “It’s just us. My name is Jess, this is Miguel.”

The tall guy, Miguel, was just looking at you, or you presumed, given the fact that all of you were still wearing your masks. He was crossing his arms, as if he didn’t want to be there. You had to admit, he looked hot.

“What are you doing here?” you asked defensively. “I thought I was the only one. And what the hell was that?” you said, pointing in the general direction of where the fight took place.

“First, those were a group of villains that we are chasing. They have been on the loose for a couple of weeks now”.

“The Cataclysm.” you replied.

“The what?” Jess questioned.

“The Cataclysm. That’s what they are called.”

“How do you know that?” Miguel asked. Wow, he had a really nice voice.

“Their leader, or well, what I presume is their leader told me” you answered, shrugging your shoulders.

“I was watching you while I was fighting, he never talked” Miguel continued.

“Not out loud, he has telepathy or something.” you said. Funnily enough, you accused your friends of using it just an hour back. You laughed to yourself remembering.

“Why are you laughing? This is serious” Miguel groaned.

“Jeez, sorry man” you said lifting your arms, the palm of your hands facing them. “I get that it is serious, I guess you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t. Which leads me back to my first question. Who are you? And why haven’t I seen you before?” you questioned crossing your arms.

Jess and Miguel shared some looks, and then she answered.

“We are just like you, we are Spider-people.”

“I get that. But I thought I was the only one.” you said.

“You are the only one,” Jess reassured “in this universe, at least, as far as we know.”

“In this universe?” you repeated slowly, uncrossing your arms, letting them fall at your sides. this universe?? Alarms were going off inside your head, you opened your eyes and mouth, not believing what you just heard.

“Sorry, this universe?” you questioned. “As in, there are more universes?”

Jess simply nod, sensing that you only needed that.

“Oh my god. You are joking, you are fucking joking” you screamed excitedly, jumping in place. Your theory was right, you were right all along!!. You couldn’t wait to tell Peter

“That means that there are others like me, you are like me, how many are you? Are you from the same universe? Are you like a team?” you rambled. You were shaking with excitement.

You were pacing back and forth, trying to grasp the idea of there being multiple realities. From the corner of your eye you could see Miguel and Jess eyeing each other. You saw Jess nod with her head towards you, as silently asking Miguel something. With your happiness, you couldn’t decipher what.

Wait, why are they still here? Do they want you on their team? I mean, they never told you they were a team, but it seemed obvious. You stopped dead on your tracks and faced them. You watched them have a silent argument before Miguel rolled his head to the side in defeat, crossing his arms.

Jess took off her mask, which made you do the same, but Miguel kept his on.

“What was your name again?” Jess asked walking towards you.

“Oh right, sorry” you apologized, silly you, with all the flash news you forgot to introduce yourself. “I’m y/n” you said taking a step forward and offering your hand. Jess took it and shook it.

“Answering your questions, no, we are not from the same dimension, and yes we are a team, and we want you to be part of it.”

“You want to” Miguel mumbled, low enough to escape any normal human, but your ears caught it.

You both locked eyes, or you presumed. The more you stared at him, the stronger the burning of your right shoulder got. At the same time, Miguel started scratching his left side, as if something was bothering him.

You had to break eye contact because the pain was becoming unbearable.

“Ugh, damn” you exclaimed, clutching your shoulder and moving it, trying to ease the pain.

“Are you okay?” Jess asked.

“Yeah, I think I just got hit with something during the fight, when I crashed into the car. It’s probably nothing”

“Let’s get you checked up at HQ” Jess proposed

“Jess…” Miguel started, but was cut off by Jess looking at him with a death stare.

You switched your eyes between them, feeling how the tension was raising. You could feel the anger and frustration inside of you, as if you were the one fighting silently.

In the end, Miguel groaned, shaking his head and pinching his nose.

Jess smiled brightly at you, signalling that she had won that fight, and you could join them.

“Let’s go” she said, and opened a portal with her watch, kind of similar to the ones you were experimenting on. You were definitely asking about them later.

Jess crossed first, leaving you alone with Miguel, who had his back turned to you. You eyed him up and down before taking and deep breath and crossing the threshold of the portal, taking you to a new adventure.

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OKAY!! Here we gooo!!

So sorry for the wait, I hope you like this chapter!!

I feel like the action scene is sooo dull, but well, it is my first time writing something like it. I'll get the hang of it. Besides, it served its purpose.

The tension has began.

Please tell me what you think of it!!

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luminouslywriting · 1 day

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Ok so I saw this post and like it would be really cute bob x guardian angel taking care of them when there depressed or anxious or whatever like I neeeed that

Nonny darling, this was just beautiful and I'm happy to do this for you :) Reminder that my requests are open and I don't mind spam one bit haha!

Cut for length, more under the cut, and please note that for this, I went with an actual guardian angel reader:

Dick Winters:

-You know that scene when he’s charging up the hill alone and starts shooting at the Nazis and they’re too stunned to shoot back until the other men arrive? Yeah, this is your time to shine as his Guardian Angel. -It’s one of the most dangerous times for him and when he first really catches sight of you and the way you’re protecting him. -The next time he feels your presence is when he’s alone in Paris and struggling with everything he’s been through. -A gentle hug from you and soft conversation makes all the difference.

Lewis Nixon:

-This gif above here?? Where Nix nearly gets shot? Yeah, you’re the one deflecting that bullet. -He doesn’t think much of it and thinks he’s hallucinating since he’s so drunk most of the time. But there you are, faithfully following after him and ensuring he doesn’t fall to his death or drink too much. -Lew definitely starts having conversations with you and thinks you’re a figment of his imagination for a hot minute. -Right up until he gets notice of the divorce and you’re there helping him through it….and he gets much better after that.

Ronald Speirs:

-Babe, you’ve got a full time job and he is fully aware of that and ready to make you earn your wings haha. -Literally do you even get rest?? -It isn’t until after Bastogne and Foy that he actually gets to talk with you and realizes he could benefit from chilling out a little bit. -And yes, he does have a small crush on you haha.

Buck Compton:

-Literally doesn’t realize you’re there until he leaves Bastogne?? -At which point, your soothing words and kindness in caring for him has him floored and trying to make sense of everything. -He definitely thinks he’s suffered some sort of mental break but you’re just his angel and there to help him. -Your encouragement and care help him get much better and want to return to the boys in episode 10!

Carwood Lipton:

-First becomes aware of you when he nearly gets blown up….and tries really hard to not have to see you again. -He does offer small little thanks at nighttime for your efforts and for helping him stay alive another day. -Starts asking questions and talking to you after Bastogne and Foy because he’s curious. -Lowkey knows what he wants in a partner after you cuddle with him when he has pneumonia haha.

Joe Liebgott:

-Again, someone who is putting you to the test….and enjoys seeing you roll up to help him out a bit. -Probably argues that he doesn’t need a guardian angel?? Yeah that’s a lie and you both know it. -Breaks down in your arms after he translates in the camps and it’s an emotional thing

-Probably prays and thanks God for you being his guardian angel

Donald Malarkey:

-Has a really rough time of things during Bastogne and this is when you arrive to help comfort him

-He thinks you’re the grim reaper or something but quickly grows to like you and the way you help care for him and protect him

-Honestly talks to you a lot during Hagenau and asks questions. -Sneaks a hug every now and then when he thinks he can get away with it.

Eugene Roe:

-How else would this man be so untouched and unharmed?? -He’s fully aware of your job and probably talks to you every chance that he gets. Your jobs are pretty similar anyway and there’s a good reliance on you. -But during Bastogne? Oh, you’ve got your work cut out for you and it’s an emotional time. He definitely cries in your arms. -Probably names one of his future children after you tbh

Bill Guarnere:

-Also thinks he doesn’t need one until he does?? He has a lot of near misses and ends up at the hospital a few different times. -You warn him not to go on the lam and to just stay in the hospital

-Does not appreciate you until you’re the sole reason why he doesn’t die in Bastogne…and then he’s real repentant and relies on you for recovery

-Literally so grateful and adored you…he tries to talk to you a lot.

Joe Toye:

-A softie who has been aware of your presence since he started doing stupid stuff in high school. -Even more grateful for you during the war and expresses so much gratitude. -Would not have made it out of Bastogne if you hadn’t been encouraging him to keep moving and to try and get up. -You’re a major part of his recovery after the war.

George Luz:

-First becomes aware of you during Toccoa when he nearly breaks a bone and you help him?? -He’s SHOOKETH and hitting on you a ton haha

-And during Bastogne?? He knows that he only makes it through all of that because of you. And he definitely cries in your arms after the dud doesn’t go off. -Probably is a lot softer and appreciates you more after the war.

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nerdieforpedro · 3 days

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Our Umbra of Life

Chapter One of Fire and Fury Series

Pero Tovar x Calista (fat/plus size OFC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Word Count: 2784

Summary: We meet our mercenary and dragon, both on their last legs. How will they survive? What is the cost?

Warnings: References to death, graphic descriptions of injuries, arguing, Sassy Pero, trying out enemies to lovers trope (long way off everyone), a little Spanish?, colors, time period misogyny

Notes: I wanted to try writing a fantasy Pedro character fic and figured Pero was the perfect man for the job! Thanks so much to @tinytinymenace @604to647 @fhatbhabiee and @megamindsecretlair for beta reading my first chapter for me. ☺️

Let me know what you all think! 🤭

Main Masterlist/ Pero Tovar Masterlist/ AO3 Link

Two flickering flames

I share the same sense of urgency and finality that the creature does. Can I find it in time? Do I even know how to fuse two spirits together? Are we even compatible? I may still die despite trying. But I must do something, my soft carmine glow is being replaced with pallor. That arrogant libertine believes me dead, yet I’m only two steps away from it. The smoldering one, reeks of that colorless creatin - devoid of even the kindness to kill the thing outright. He left it to suffer the same as me. It is human. No matter, it is injured, and I will need to bargain with it to keep the eternal night at bay. It will claim my soft green and slate access to the heavens, maybe I can reclaim it after this ordeal, I have lived through worse. From the human’s anguish, conviction can bloom in revenge. I may yet become we.

This means there’s still hope.

Mierda (shit)! I survived a war, countless battles, fell hundreds and men and this…being killed by a fucking dragon and now knowing that the damn things are real?! This is bullshit! What other life was I supposed to live? A sword has been in my hand since I was five years old. The coin I’ve earned, the scars my body bears, the small group of villages I finally feel welcome in. I’ll lose everything. To hell with it! I can smell my flesh cooking in my armor. That white dragon’s flames aren’t extinguishing, I still feel my insides burning. This forest’s greenery is all the same except…dammit my vision is starting to wane…water. I hear the rush of water. If I can get there and submerge myself in its healing embrace, I may be able to make it back.

Everything will not be in vain, I will live.

Iron, burnt flesh, leather and…desperation.

Two souls are on the brink of death. When they meet, is it just for survival? Can differences be bridged upon a common goal?

We wonder if they may collapse from the strain on the essence of one’s core. A soul is meant to only be tethered to a body, not stretched across two and mingled with another.

The Fall

Animals scurry away from the clear waters of the rushing river. They know that stench and it hangs in the air, growing nearer. An unknown’s demise is happening now.

The lush emerald grass crunches under his heavy boots. With each step he becomes more encumbered, dripping fresh crimson down his armor coating the green with the dark red liquid. Pero Tovar is dying. Alone. His trusted friend William is nowhere to be seen, nor is his horse for that matter. Maybe he should have given the damn thing a name. It’s not important right now. He’s within ten feet of the water’s edge. If he can just jump in, the burning to his chest and stomach will cease. It has to. He didn’t force himself from beneath the shadow of the rock that bore scorch marks from that bastard dragon’s white-hot breath just to fall short of his goal. Tovar had lived a violent life, one that began young and grew increasingly dangerous as he aged. He’s not a young man anymore. He should have been retired at this point, in his mid-forties. It’s ancient for a mercenary. A small plot of land with a house that he planned on fixing up himself waited for him. Beckoned him back to make it into a modest home. Tovar might even be able to find someone to share it with. He would need to be alive for either of these things.

With heavy eyes stained with scarlet Pero creeps toward the water, extending his sword arm. The echo from his body’s thud two feet away from the river makes him groan. He’s so close, yet, he has not the strength to pull himself forward. Tovar’s left arm remains under him, limp and burnt as he had tried to block the flames with his non-dominant hand. It was in vain. Strangely his armor only had some light burns, it was his skin that broiled underneath his supposed protection. It now caged in the heat and Pero needed both hands to remove its pieces.

“Human. Can you hear me?” It’s a soft soothing voice. Pero knows it’s either a ploy for a demon to have him sell his soul or Death mocking him for not stopping at the brothel before taking this extermination job in this village. “Human. There shall be no eternal rest for you yet. I have need of you.” He’s needed? Bah, the voice is lying. He failed to report back that the monsters are dead so what good is he now? Someone else can easily take credit, maybe William. No, he’ll come looking for him. Might he run into the white dragon too? That dumbass would and he’ll die too. Hopefully quick, not agonizingly slow like this.

Darkness is beginning to take him as is the cold. Pero cannot feel his limbs nor tell if he’s moving them. “Hmmpf, you care nothing of your life? Just to let it slip away like this. You appeared to be a warrior of some sort. Do all human warriors lay on their belly and wait for their final breath? Such a pity.” This voice, such torture before death to be mocked like this, couldn’t he have died in battle?

“I’m already in hell only hearing this voice before I die. Goddammit.” The mercenary laments.

“Are all humans fools like this? Why will you not heed my words? I am not trying to reach you for simple vexation.”

“Stop with your flowery words then. Say what you actually need. I’m not going to listen to you the entire time before I leave this earth.”

“Such arrogance from a lesser being. Had I had any other option, but I do not. I can keep you alive long enough to complete the process. It will be painful, the combining of essences. But we will both hold fast to our mortal coil yet and seek our shared purpose of revenge.”

“What do you know about my need for vengeance? Silly voice. If it means I can live, then I can find you and shut you up in addition to killing that fucking white dragon. I’ve done worse than ‘combining essence’ in my life. Whatever the hell that is. I’ll agree. I need to see, move and fight. I will not succumb without another chance at battle.”

“Counting on your need for spilling its blood was the right call. You’ll feel me enter you. Do not resist me. I shall call your name. What are you called?”

“Pero Tovar. Make it quick. There’s a bright light. I’m trying to avoid it, but it’s getting closer.”

“Do not rush me. It is my first time attempting this. Pero Tovar.”

“Just my damn luck, an amateur silly voice.”

“Call me Calista you weak mortal. I shall not suffer being called names. Once you are revived, I will teach you who is more powerful, Pero Tovar.”

“Call me Pero, silly voice Calista. Do you not know what last names are?”

“I think I shall make it hurt more just for you Pero.”

“That’s provided you can revive me and not mess up whatever essence you mentioned. You best not kill me Calista. I’ll find your idiotic voice in the afterlife and stab the throat that creates it.”

“Big talk for a mostly dead human Pero. Enough. I will begin.”

Tovar felt pressure, his entire being is forced down into the ground. He is still in the shadows and cannot see. A presence is near, that much he can tell. He notices that the aching burns from before no longer bother him, they’ve been replaced by throbbing bubbles that are pushing against whatever is pushing him down. His body feels like it’s contorting, and he screams, cursing and agreeing with some faceless voice in his final hours. Pero figured with this much pain, he could have been torn in half and not know yet. “I’m being made into a filthy demon’s plaything! Fuck!” The scar on his left eye begins to simmer, tingling before growing, setting itself ablaze. His fingers touch his face, he doesn’t feel anything causing the pain in his scar. That same voice asked how he felt with glee, this asshole was enjoying his pain. “You bastard! Kill me or revive me but hurry it the hell up!” The bubbles tingled in the shape of a hand; it was pulling at something in Pero’ chest. It didn’t feel like an organ but something even more critical.

It’s wrong that it’s being touched and bent. Kneaded with something foreign. A wave of rage and disgust washed over his body briefly before he was able to regain control of himself.

A Fighter’s Rise

His body becomes still. He isn’t sure when, but now he’s on his back and wrenching to vomit. Sitting up, Pero dry heaves before coughing. Wait.

The mercenary is sitting. The wind is on his face. He no longer smells his burnt flesh. Dull aches from head to toe, but his legs and feet are attached to him and so are his arms. The rippling waters tickle his ears as he takes in the sights. He can see everything. Out of both eyes. “Dios mio (My God)!” The gruff mercenary exclaims, slowly rising to his feet. He can stand and he doesn’t feel heavy, no pressure. “Qué pasó (what happened)?” The grass that he had been laying on is covered with different flowers. Some he could identify, others he had never seen. “Why are all of these here?”

The soldier of fortune was alive and that was the focus right now.

“I told you I could bring you back. It appears things went mostly as planned, simple Pero.” The same voice he’d been hearing ringing in his head was further away, but closing in on him. Drawing his sword, Tovar readied himself for battle.

“The flowers symbolize what has happened here. They all have their own meanings, though I doubt a brute such as yourself would appreciate their significance. Lower your weapon. Do not bite the hand that brought you back from the brink of death.” A rush of air is all that Pero’s eyes are able to capture before he’s flat on his back again, pinned by his arms with what looks to be a large woman standing on each forearm. His broadsword slices the ground next to his head, cutting a curl or two of his dark locks and drawing blood from his cheek.

Warm chestnut skin adorns her legs as a silver and mint green dress wraps her body. It’s lightweight and seemingly has no protective value. Underneath the dress he notes different shapes to her body, similar to a woman who is well nourished. Many places to hold and most appear soft. She looks to have thick thighs and legs as well, but her undergarments are smaller than what he’s seen human women wear. The skin of her thighs are completely exposed to him. Her shoulders are exposed and her fingernails are a deep crimson, almost as if they have been dipped in blood. Her eyes remind Pero of warm honey fresh from the comb with hair that calls upon the midnight hours. As she speaks, he watches her raspberry lips with shock and amusement, “Do you not see who is the greater of our pairing Pero? You will remain beneath me as the creature who is controlled by his desires.”

The mercenary grinned and licked his bottom lip, “I would say you are the one with base instincts you reptile. Pinning a man like this when speaking of desires only leads to one outcome. Whatever great being you’re supposed to be and not aware of what human men think of when a woman has her legs open in front of him.” Was he really interested? Mildly, he hadn’t been to the brothel for a warm cunt since before this latest job. Pero was trying to unnerve her since she was acting ‘mightier than thou.’ He hated those types, looking down on everyone. She is literally looking down at him though.

“You disgusting ingrate. You will not move me Pero.” Pressing the soles of her feet into his forearms, she squinted her eyes. “I am called Calista. You will show proper reverence to a dragon! Should count yourself blessed to even meet me, let alone be essence bonded with me.”

At this, his signature scowl is on his face, “I was nearly killed by a dragon and now I’m partnered with one! You damn crazy woman!” Calista drops her hips and uses her shins to continue to pin his arms. Leaning over Tovar, one hand is wrapped around his throat, her nails dug into his skin. Gripping a handful of his hair with her other hand, her breathing was beginning to quicken. The honey of her eyes became a deep jade and flames of the same color puffed out of her mouth with each exhale.

“Damn humans…degenerate, reprobate humans. That I have to lower myself to someone like you to survive…We will be together until our goal is met and Acanthus is dead - the white dragon. Be prepared lowly Pero. I shall use you until completion of my goal.”

Tovar ended up laughing at her words. He’s sure she’s serious, her claws are around his throat but the woman dragon or whatever she is, will make whatever journey this will be a funny one for sure. Huffing, Calista gets off of Pero and waits for him to stand before tossing his sword at him. The scratches on his throat heal and she clicks her tongue.

“We must discuss our predicament so you understand what I am doing for you and the both of us. Sit by the river you sought out. I will come to you shortly.”

Pero spat on the ground at her feet and nodded, claiming a seat on a large rock next to the river.

The Dragon’s Lament

Calista stood, peering up at the sky. She would miss it. She was grounded now, stuck in this human form with such a body. And tethered to this lewd and foul man. She needed to survive, but at what cost? “Great Elder Bahamut, what have I done to deserve this? Why did you only exile that vile serpent? They should have been burned to ash.” She looked at Pero’s wide back, his hair was dirty but soft and his voice was a dulcet tone that made the scales she had left vibrate.

Taking steps toward her new other half, Calista felt unfamiliar sensations. Pero made her stomach churn, she spat in the same manner he had, except blood came out with it. She wipes her mouth as her once booming voice has lightened. Still rich in its depth, but didn’t vibrate the very air. “Dammit. My wings, my voice. Does this mean my magic as well? Just to survive, just because I wanted to remain my own dragon.” The short walk toward Tovar appears endless to her, each step heavier than the next. “Weak, shifty human. Pero you must-“ Her voice cut off as she fell forward as the mercenary had in the same spot. Shivering in the resentment at how frail her body was now, Calista gasped. A boot was next to her head.

“Who is above who now, you haughty dragon? You look sick. I would be stuck with a half-dragon that can’t move.” Pero heard the thud and rose from his seat next to the water. The creature did appear to be posturing to cover for something. Now he knew, whatever she had done to keep them both alive had grave consequences for her. What did it mean for him?

“Vamos la arpía pequeña (Let’s go little dragon).” Pero slipped his arms underneath her body and turned her over. She may have been exceedingly prideful as a dragon - something to have pride in, but she was also beautiful, there were scales dotted along her skin that varied from silver to magenta. He lifted her and surveyed his area, they’d need shelter for the time being until she woke up or nightfall came. His eyes seemed sharper than they had been, he didn’t remember being able to see that far, spying a cave about three thousand feet away. “Maybe there might be something to this. Not telling her that though.”

Measured steps toward the cave gave Tovar ample time to think and consider next measures.

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daryl dixon.: love goes through the fire

Pairings: daryl dixon x fem! reader married!

Summary: after being kidnapped and tortured by Negan, the reader does everything she can to make Daryl feel better.

Warnings: angst! sad! graphic description of Glenn and Abraham's death! mention of torture! only depression from here on!

WC.: 3,9k

Author @xsolaresx

Notes: English is not my first language, so there may be some grammatical errors.

(gif is not mine, https://br.pinterest.com/pin/690106342925382015/)

The noise still bothered me every night. Whenever my eyes closed, even for just a second, the sound of the bat repeatedly hitting Abraham's skull and then Glenn's tormented me.

One hit after another, and at the end Negan's diabolical laughter.

I could still feel Glenn's blood dripping down to my knees, I was so close to him that after it was over I was covered in his blood and the scraps of skin that flew off. No matter how many baths I forced myself to take, that sticky feeling of fresh blood never left my skin. And sometimes I still found a patch of my skin with a crimson tinge impregnated in it.

My dark circles told anyone who saw me that I hadn't slept for days. I kept reliving the moment like an endless loop in my head. I still remember how that day began, that week, that month, how the whole situation ended the way it did.

Hilltop had enemies, and Alexandria needed food. One thing led to another.

First the massacre at the outpost, then the kidnapping of Carol and Maggie. Everyone had questions about whether it was the right thing to do, whether killing so many people was worth it, whether it was worth seeing another sunrise under so much blood.

But Carol felt more, the deaths she had caused were beyond counting on her hands. We all kill to survive, but she was molded in this world, she wasn't raised with Rick's hero instinct, or the strength that the trauma and torture that Daryl suffered at the hands of his father and brother did to him. It was too much for her, she couldn't look us in the eye anymore, so she ran away from everything and everyone.

There was no concrete reason for so many deaths, they were evil, weren't they? They killed people, and they die at the hands of our people. We did what had to be done. We saved a community from the so-called Saviors, but it couldn't have been that easy, there were more of them, there always would be.

Daryl had to see it first hand. Denise died in front of him by her crossbow. It made him furious, we saved Dwight in the burning bush, helped him and his wife only for him to do something terrible in the end. Daryl had shown them a way, but they couldn't believe that was salvation.

He had to go back there, he had to finish what he didn't finish. He thought it was his fault that Tara no longer had a girlfriend. If only I could have stopped him before...

Everything happened so fast, Maggie got sick, we had to get her to Hilltop. I thought I'd meet Daryl at night, in our room, I'd arrive and he'd be waiting for me, he'd apologize for leaving unannounced, we'd talk and make things right, and then we'd sleep together and have a new day.

But that day never came.

They surrounded us on the road, left us with no way out and took us exactly where they wanted us. The frightening whistles were the prelude to something much worse to come. After that I only remember seeing Daryl shot and bleeding being dragged to the wheel, Abraham offering himself up and dying by the bat.

Little by little I saw the terror forming in Rick's eyes. In all the years I've been with him leading this group, this was the first time I'd seen the elder Grimes lost, with no way out and praying that this madman wouldn't take someone else from our family.

But Dixon got angry, he tried to get to Negan. And the next thing I knew, the bat with the barbed wire was next to my face. Daryl screamed so much, screamed, cried.

"It's all right, my love. I love you, it wasn't your fault” I could only look at him, knowing that he would be the last thing I saw before I left calmed me down.

Negan started smiling and swinging his baseball bat between the two of us. "What the fuck! Let's see what we've got here, guys."

“P-please... no-no”

“You'd better shut the fuck up, Rick! Or your dear son's next.” Negan shouted when Grimes tried to intervene, he knew that if I died Daryl would never be the same. "So you're a couple? Dwight's best friend has a wife? hohoho this just gets more interesting!"

“If you lay a finger on her I'll kill you, you bastard!” Daryl wasn't the type to take a beating quietly, even though he was losing blood and had a gun to his head he was going to try and fight back.

“Ah, but I'll remember that very well, dear Daryl... You know what... I'm tired of all this, why don't we just get it over with, huh?” The next thing I saw was blood gushing everywhere. One second I had Glenn, my best friend, the person who had saved me in so many ways by my side, and the next I had a lifeless body.

Daryl was taken away that night, as a guarantee that we would stay on the line. And only God knows what happened to him during those days.

I couldn't bear to see him so bruised and dirty the first time the Saviors came to Alexandria. That wasn't my Daryl anymore, he looked so fragile, wounded, defeated. He was no longer the survivor who could take it all.

“No! He's my servant now, you don't talk to him, you don't look at him, and I don't make you cut off any part of his body.” Negan shouted when Rick tried to talk to Dixon. “And that goes for everyone, even his wife, understand?” I couldn't walk away, I needed to hug Daryl, tell him that everything was going to be okay and that I was there, but I couldn't risk someone else in our family, so I just turned and walked to our house, mine and Daryl's, unable to hold back the tears any longer. The last thing I heard was Negan's shrill laughter. “That one knows how to take orders, Rick!”

A few days had passed since then, we hadn't heard from Daryl, Maggie was hiding in Hilltop, which was under threat from the Saviors. Rick went out every day in search of supplies for the Saviors, and I... couldn't leave the house. I couldn't leave the room, the bed where I could still smell Daryl.

Frantic knocks started at my door, and when I opened it, I saw Gabriel. "He's back, Y/N. He hasn't done anything yet, but he's back with Carl, they're at Rick's now and he's not back from his run with Aaron yet. I-I don't, we don't know what to do, Judith is there with them and..."

"Gabriel, breathe. It's okay.” I held the priest by the shoulders, trying to calm him down. Everyone was lost, scared. “Tell everyone to stay in their homes, they mustn't have come for anything else, so don't provoke them, okay?”

“But Judith... I... I promised Rick I'd look after her...”

“I'll go, okay?” I grabbed my sweater and left the house in the direction of Rick's. If Carl is back with Negan, it means that the boy went after him planning some revenge. He's so young, but he harbors so much anger, he's lost so much to this world.

“Hold it right there, cutie,” one of Negan's henchmen stopped me on the front steps of the house.

“I want to talk to him.”

“You can let her through, let's hear what the wife has to say” I stared at the man until he got out of my way. I was angry, the way he called me 'wife' only reminded me that every day Daryl was in prison, being tortured by him. “Hello, my dear, to what do I owe your presence in my humble abode?” Negan was sitting on the balcony with Judith on his lap asleep, Carl was next to him without the bandage on his eye with a sad and angry expression. I completely ignored the killer and turned to the boy.

“Are you all right, Carl?”

“Yeah. I'm fine, he didn't do anything,” he replied, lowering his head. I turned to Negan, who didn't look the least bit happy at being ignored.

“I want to see him.”

“You're going to have to be more specific, sweetheart.”

"I want to see my husband, see if he's alive. You can search me, I don't have any weapons after you took them all. Take me with you to him." A devilish smile appeared on his face.

“You know, I can see that you don't look so good after I took your man, but I don't know if I was very clear when I said that he's now my servant, maybe you won't like what you see, your husband isn't the most sociable.”

"I know he's not, but I've seen worse. I need to see him alive, it's okay if he's dirty."

"Ah girl, you're a tough nut to crack. But I understand, I can't go too many days without seeing my wives, Carl here has met some of them and he can tell you how hot they are! Tell you what, I'll talk to Rick, we'll settle up and if I'm still in a good mood you can come with me."

“Thanks”

“Oh how I like that word, thank you.” Then Spencer arrived, started his plan to take Rick out and ended up dying. Eugene was going to be taken away for making the bullet.

“You're gonna take me, right?” I shouted as Negan neared the gate, about to leave.

"Y/N... what? No." Rick tried to approach but I moved away, I needed to see Daryl.

“I almost forgot the wife, search her, you're coming with me in the truck”

I kept quiet the whole way, blindfolded, the truck had three seats, the driver was some kind of savior who kept quiet and Negan made me stay in the middle of them in case I decided to jump out during the journey.

“I told them to give your husband a bath, you know, to make him look more presentable, but no intimate visits, I don't want him to get too comfortable with all this” Negan said when we stopped in front of a room. “I also took him out of his cell, that's no place for a lady like you, my love”. When the door opened I saw Daryl in the corner of the room, a little cleaner, but cowering in the dark with an angry look on his face, but when he saw me he turned away from the wall in anguish. Dwight was in the other corner, standing guard. “I thought you guys would be more comfortable with an acquaintance on guard.”

“Not the best, but thanks,” I said between my teeth, looking at Dwight, who couldn't take his eyes off Daryl.

"What the fuck, baby! If you thank me one more time I won't be able to let you go, you've become my favorite." Then he left, closing the door. I ran over to Dixon, throwing myself into his arms, but he didn't return the hug, still focused on the other man in the room.

"No, no, please, look at me, darling. Don't focus on him, focus on me, please.” I ran my hands over his face and turned him towards me, tears starting to well up in my eyes when I saw the bandage on his shoulder where he had been shot. “I missed you so much, are you okay?”

“I don't think he's going to say much, he probably doesn't even remember how he does it, does he Daryl?”

"Shut the fuck up Dwight! If you don't I'll come over there and smash your face in” I turned to him who just laughed weakly and left the room.

“You have to get out of here, you can't stay, I can't protect you... them... them” his voice was broken, as if he hadn't spoken for days.

“Shiii, it's okay, I just came to see you, he's taking me back, we made a deal... What did they do to you, darling?”

“It was my fault”

"What? No, it wasn't, everything's fine at home, everyone's fine” He pulled my hand away from his face, moving away from me.

“It was my fault, Glenn, then Maggie, she died because of me”

“My goodness, no” I moved closer to him so that no one would hear. "Maggie's fine, the baby's fine, we did it so he wouldn't get suspicious. Everyone's fine” Daryl pulled me into a long-suffering kiss and began to cry, grabbing me in a hug, I sat on the floor with him still clinging to me. Dixon looked so broken, he wasn't the same strong guy who did everything for Rick. We stayed like that for a few hours, I ran my fingers through his hair to calm him down, he didn't sleep, he was on the lookout for any threat, but he closed his eyes, enjoying the affection. Until our bubble burst when someone opened the door. Daryl got up at a speed I didn't think he could manage, weakened like that, and promptly stood in front of me, protecting me from whoever came in.

"Visiting hours are over, honey. I hope you didn't take your clothes off after Dwight left." Negan entered the room with a smug smile, covering his eyes with his bat.

“I'm very well dressed, much to your displeasure,” I said, getting up and standing next to Daryl, who promptly grabbed my hand. "I have to get back, but nobody's forgotten you here, okay? We'll get you out of this, sweetheart."

“I wouldn't be so sure, but now Laura will take you back, and I hope your puppy behaves better after the visit.” Negan left and a blonde woman came in, waving us out.

I hugged Daryl one last time, kissing his forehead and left the room.

The days passed more melancholy and with preparations for the war against the Saviors approaching. Rick got help from the people at the Dump. We were on our way to Hilltop to talk to Maggie and get her support.

But when the gates opened, my vision blurred with tears... Daryl was there, a little shy, but waiting for us halfway.

I threw my backpack on the floor and ran as fast as I could to him, his arms already open waiting for me, and he kissed me with such urgency that I lost my breath. We stayed like that for a few minutes, crying and hugging, until Rick approached us in silence, his smile unmistakable.

I broke away from Dixon, making room for Rick and the others to hug him. Joyful laughter with tears coming out of me.

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“We can't try anything without Hilltop's weapons, we have a lot of personnel, but it's still too little, and we're vulnerable that way.” Maggie said after we left Gregory's room, the asshole would rather spend his whole life under threat than fight back.

“She's right, but maybe I know someone who'd be interested in helping... they call themselves The Kingdom.” Jesus intervenes, from the corner of the room, where we're hugging, Daryl squeezes my hand with an air of hope and I can't help but smile at him with confidence too.

“Do you think they'd be allies in the war?” Rick asks, shifting in his seat. The situation isn't the best, I realize that now. I was so numb from missing Daryl that I didn't focus on protecting the community, and Rick had to handle it alone.

“They also suffer threats from the Saviors, but the community doesn't know about it, only the leader and people they trust.”

“He doesn't want to create panic or riots for no reason,” I say and everyone agrees. “So, what are we waiting for?” With a nod from Rick, everyone leaves the mansion and heads for their cars. The whole time Daryl didn't let go of my hand and I didn't make a point of complaining, he wasn't one to show much affection in the midst of so many people, but after everything that happened to him, I understand.

The Kingdom was very large, with many warriors training and many families, protected and happy. I squeeze Dixon's hand tighter when I see a couple with a newborn baby surrounded by elderly women. He stares at the couple and lowers his head.

When we enter the auditorium, the first thing that catches our eye is the huge tigress sitting next to a guy on a kind of throne. Rick shies away from approaching her, but they talk normally. Until Morgan appears, and Daryl asks me quietly where Carol is. “It's a delicate subject, but if Morgan's here she must be all right, you know she's tough.” He nods, even though his curiosity isn't quenched, he knows it's not time.

The King didn't accept our proposal, but gave Daryl the freedom to take refuge in the Kingdom for as long as he needed.

“We need to go Y/N, they can go into Alexandria after Daryl.” Rick appeared next to us as I was saying goodbye to Dixon, I nodded and he walked away.

“It's temporary, when this is over you're not leaving my side anymore, okay?” I held Daryl's cheeks and he bowed his head sadly.

“I want to go with you, I want to help put an end to this”

"You'll help, my love. Staying here, safe. Maybe you can convince the King, we need him."

“You know I'm not that diplomatic”

“Let's look at this situation as an opportunity, what do you think?” I smile to break the mood, Daryl gives a sad smile. “I'll never leave you, my love” I say more seriously so that he feels the truth, these days away from him were the worst and I don't want it to happen again.

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“Look, look, look, Rick Grimes has come to greet me on my doorstep!” Negan and his henchmen arrived shortly after we got back from the Kingdom, someone up there is surely on our side. "I love seeing your abandoned dog face, Rick, but today my business is with your little friend's wife. Why don't you bring her to me?"

Rick nods begrudgingly, turns and starts walking towards the main house where we were all gathered, waiting for some sign of Grimes.

“He wants to talk to you.” Rick approaches and says quietly. “Be careful, he's unpredictable.”

"That's all right, Rick. I'll put him in his place, I've had enough of this.” I walk away quickly, anger overflowing just knowing that because of him my Daryl is shaken.

“Y/N, no, wait.” Rick tries to stop me, but it's too late, I'm striding hard towards Negan.

“I hear you want to talk to me.” That maniac's smile only gets wider when he sees me.

"Oh, hello, darling. How are you? Miss your husband?"

“You've got to be kidding... of course I miss him, if you don't remember you took him away from me and I'm very possessive of what's mine,” I say through my teeth. If he thinks I'm going to be compassionate and keep my mouth shut, he's mistaken.

"Wow, that's what I like about you, darling. You're tough as nails,” he says with a mischievous laugh. "The problem is that your husband was very moved by your visit, you know? And he must have thought it was a loophole for an escape."

“Wait, what?” I say exasperated, I've always loved acting. “You mean you've lost my husband?”

“I thought you could help me find him.”

“You're unbelievable...” I whisper indignantly. “If you think he's here you can look, have your goons search every house, every manhole or cupboard in this place.”

“You're always a refreshment to me, darling, you always know what I want.” I roll my eyes as he sends his men to search Alexandria.

As expected, they find nothing and leave, promising to return next week to collect supplies.

“I have to go, Rick,” I warn Grimes. To avoid the risk of them following me, I waited a few hours after they left, and night came. I need to see Daryl, he won't stay another night thinking we've abandoned him. He gets up from the rocking chair on the porch of his house with Judith on his lap and approaches.

“Okay, but be careful, make sure no one's following you.” Rick hugs me in his fatherly way. We were always close like brothers, after I lost everything Rick was there as a leader for everyone. “And send him a hug, tell him we miss him.”

“I will.” I say goodbye to him and kiss the head of a sleepy Judith, who gives me a smile. I grab a car and head out through the cellars of Alexandria, towards the Kingdom, towards Daryl.

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“She's magnificent” Daryl was standing next to Shiva's cage when I arrived at the Kingdom. Quiet and shrunken, just stroking the snout of the tigress who melted at his touch.

“She is.” he confirms with a frown. I moved closer until I could see tears forming in his eyes. I quickly bent down, sat next to him and hugged him tightly, which he reciprocated.

"It's all right now, my love. I'm here, you're not going to stay away from me any longer.” I tried to calm his crying, which was only getting more intense. I've never seen Daryl so broken, he seemed to be accumulating all the suffering, the pain, waiting to fall apart on me. He would never do that to anyone else.

“I got scared.” Daryl says after he calms down. “I was afraid of losing you too, losing our family.”

“You're not going to lose me, ever.”

“But what if it does?” Daryl lifts his head with a more serious look. "When they tortured me, all I could think about was you, that you'd be alone out here, unprotected. They could do anything to you to make me accept the fact that I was nothing in that place. And I felt like nothing."

“No, no, no.” I pull Daryl's face so that he pays close attention to me. “You're not going to lose me, you know why? Because your wife is strong, she'll go through hell to pull you out of the fire and when I can't do it anymore I'll have our whole family helping me, because I love you, Daryl, we love you. That's what love does, it turns us into fighters, people who would do anything for the one they love. I love you, Daryl.” Tears flowed non-stop from my eyes and Daryl's.

“I love you, Y/N” His lips met mine fervently, it was a needy kiss, as if he had been thirsty for days and I was his oasis in the desert. I gave myself completely to him, wanting more and more all the time.

We were too wrapped up in our bubble, completely forgetting that Shiva was still in the cage next door, and an imposing roar from her broke us out of this bubble of lust.

“I don't think she likes not being the center of attention,” we laughed when we noticed the tigress's angry face at being left out.

“She'll have to accept it, because now my only attention is on my wife.”

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