#i want to sleep and cover myself in the bubble i created

[tothepointofinsanity]

Allow nonsense to overcome your mind. And go to sleep with pleasant and strange dreams.

#ttpoilog #person who doesn't like body and reality is disconnected from both #how surprising #the body is here but the mind has roamed elsewhere #sometimes i know something is real #and sometimes i don't #like myself #am i Real #am I Real to people if no one knows me #or did you substitute me with another ghost #i am not upset #i want to sleep and cover myself in the bubble i created #goodnight world goodnight cat goodnight brother goodnight computer with my files and games

[soxcietyy]

Ghost Face

Yuta Okkotsu x fem reader

18+ minors dni

Description: You decide to watch a horror movie without Yuta being home. Though things go completely wrong. (Not good with descriptions)

You sigh heavy as you hear Yuta telling you over the phone that he won’t be able to make it to your house for Halloween.

"The guys want to go around and scare kids tonight and apparently they need me to drive them around. Plus you wernt even planning on celebrating today, your in a bathtub and had plans to sleep while kids bang on your door." Yuta said.

He wasn’t wrong but he did need to know that. You couldn’t believe that he ditched you for his friends. "Obviously I was going to do something, I was planning on watching a horror movie with you but since your so busy I guess I’ll do it myself."

"Don’t be like that, I promise I’ll make it home before midnight." He said as if that was going to make things better.

"Right"

"Common y/n you know I can’t leave the guys alone, don’t tell me your scared." He said the last part in an amused tone.

"Of course not, have fun Yu." You said before hanging up.

The sweet smell of your cinnamon and apple body wash filled the bathroom. Your body was completely covered in bubbles that filled the tub. The candles lit the place up dimly creating a cozy environment. You could doze off to sleep if you really wanted to but knowing your boyfriend wasn’t going to be here stopped you from it. Yuta was a people pleaser and since he didn’t go out with his friends much he sometimes prioritized them more than you. Not that you were jealous or anything but being alone on Halloween didn’t feel right. You couldn’t even call a friend over because they all had plans tonight. Hopefully tonight would go by like a breeze.

Stepping out you grab the towel and proceeded to dry yourself up. The quiet ringing filled your ears making you feel uneasy. Should it be this quiet on a Halloween night? Peering out the window the see the sun setting. Young kids ran door to door for candy that will be giving them a stomach ache if they ate too much of it. Blowing out every candle in the room somehow gave you an idea. You were going to make him feel bad for leaving you alone tonight.

Walking into your closet you looking through your selection of pajamas. You could go on theme or you could go for something he would want. You knew the perfect one, you pick out a silky black night gown. As basic as it was you knew this was Yutas favorite thing to see you in. This would surely make him run back home like a dog. You did your makeup as natural as you can, brush your hair and slip some sock on before going down stairs.

Digging in your pantry you find orange sugar cookies, Halloween candy, and other spooky things that would have him drooling over the phone. You place them in a tray neatly and bring them into the living room. You set the goods on the coffee table with a cup of Yutas favorite hot chocolate. You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself knowing how he would react when he came back home.

He would have a pouty face and drag his feet towards you. Being the clingy boyfriend he is he would wrap his big arms behind you and rest his head on the crook of your neck. Trying to convince you to have another scary movie night nonverbally. Yuta tends to not really say what he wants but would hint on it with his actions. You had to admit it was cute.

Jumping on the couch you cover your legs with a brown blanket that had silly ghost’s on it. The last thing you needed to make this perfect was putting on the movie obviously. Scrolling through the selection on your smart tv had you decided to watch a classic. That being the move "Scream". Being honest you wernt that great with horror movies, especially when watching them alone. Yuta would hold your hands knowing well that you would have them covering your eyes for half the movie.

Grabbing your phone you quickly snap a picture of you, the tv, the treats and the mug of hot chocolate. You wondered how long it would take him to respond. You send the picture and throw your phone on the other side of the couch. The second your click play on the movie a loud ding echos. You jolt from how loud it was and groan loudly as you pinch the bridge of your nose. If he was here he would of definitely be laughing his ass off.

Picking up your phone you look at the message to see his response.

Yuta <3: Your evil :( your going to regret doing that without me.

You let out a chuckle as you take a bite of a sugar cookie. Turning your attention to the window you see that it has gotten dark quick. Looking back at your phone you see that it was 10pm already. Maybe tonight was going to go by fast.

Forcing yourself to watch the whole move through was hard. You were tempted on changing it to something more cheerful. Something that wouldn’t have you paranoid at all.

When the movie finished you didn’t know if it was good or bad because you covered your eyes for the gory parts. You just couldn’t bring yourself to look at the tv. You really wanted to be brave and it through the whole movie without hiding away but you couldn’t. You weren’t made for this type of stuff. Maybe you should watch a cartoon to lift up your mood. Looking down at your mug you see that you needed a refill. Slipping out of the blanket you made your way to the hot chocolate machine and pour some milk in. Yuta would be home in a few minutes so that meant you had to clean up soon.

As you wait for the machine to warm up the milk and chocolate your phone begins to ring again making your heart jump out of your chest.

"For the love of god" you sigh as you snatch your phone from the counter and answer it.

"Hello?" You say not even bothering to see who called

"Hey darling how is it going?"

You pause and look to see that it has no caller ID.

"Who is this?"

"Does that really matter?"

"Yes it doe-"

"What are you doing?" He cuts you off

You hesitate before answering, it was probably some teens prank calling. Maybe you should humor them and go along with it.

"Making hot chocolate." You say as your pour the hot liquid in your mug.

"Isn’t that a Christmas thing?" He asks.

"Yea Im more of a Christmas girly but I’m about to watch a movie. Nothing goes better to watch a movie than hot coco on a cold Halloween night."

"Let me guess, a scary movie"

"Maybe, why do I need to tell someone who doesn’t want to identify themselves?"

"Do you like scary movies?"

You roll your eyes seeing he was ignoring that questions.

"Not really but I’m always up for anything depending on the mood."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asks.

"Yes I do kiddo, how even old are you to be asking me that? You don’t even know my age." You laugh as you set the mug down on the table.

"You look around my age."

You pause to process what he said. How would he know how you look…? Darting your eyes to each window made heart heart race. Scared to know if the next one would have someone standing in front of it. You look at the tv and then suddenly remember this scenario happened in the movie you just watched.

"Hahaha very funny asshole, how about you get a life and don’t ever call me again." You hang up and sit on the couch. Teens now clearly had a different sense of humor from back then.

You felt very uneasy after what just happened so you put on a cartoon. Things like this shouldn’t get to you. It was just a dumb little joke they where playing. Grabbing your cup you take a big sip of the warm drink and sink into the couch. Everything is going to be fine. Maybe you needed to rest, going to bed sounded great right now. Standing up you go around the house making sure the doors were locked and the curtains where closed. It wasn’t until you reached the last window where you noticed something strange. Looking out you saw something looking right at you. They sat on one of your lawn chairs as they faced your window. It was a person wearing a ghost mask.

You shut the curtains and make a run for it upstairs, stupid stupid teens playing pranks and stupid you for letting them work on you. You slam your door closed and quickly dig in your pocket. You were absolutely going to call the cop on that asshole. Digging your hand in your pocket caused you to gasp seeing you left your phone down stairs.

"Fuck, how am I so stupid” you mumble to yourself.

You sat in the corner contemplating on what to do next. You could open the window and start screaming. Maybe wait for Yuta to get home so he can scare them off. Or lastly grab your phone from down stairs. As bad as the last one sounded it was the most logical and fast option. Thinking about it the person was outside and had no way of getting inside. You were safe inside here so getting it shouldn’t be no big deal. Opening the door you peek down the hall and slowly make your way down. You vision began going in and out from the stress pooling in your head. You doubted you could reach your phone on time before something bad happened. On the last step you look into the living room, looking for your phone you spot it on the coffee table. Making another run for it you snatch it and unlock it with your shaking hands. You couldn’t believe that you actually did it. Before you could press any number you feel a presence behind you. Slowly turning around you see him standing there. The man with the stupid ghost face mask.

You let out a scream as he grabs your arms throwing your phone across the room. The both of you start wrestling causing you both to fall too the ground.

"Get the hell off of me!" You yell as your attempts became weaker. He held your arms over your head and brought his face closer to yours.

You let out a shaky breath as you felt him wrap his hand over your neck. Closing your eyes you began to pray. This was how you were going to go out, being chocked to death. Yuta would come home to your lifeless body. Just because you couldn’t defend yourself from an intruder That’s when you heard a soft cling above you. Opening your eyes you see a necklace with a ring on it over you.

Necklace+ring=Yuta.

"Yuta, you asshole. You scared the living hell out of me." You say breathing heavily with your chest rising up and down. That’s when you felt something hard in between your legs. Of course he had to get a hard on right now.

You watched as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Pulling them down to reveal his length. You could tell he’d been thinking about doing this for a while seeing how his tip was leaking.

"Did I scary you that bad?" He asks, still not taking the mask off.

"Yea you made me scream" you lay under him trying to read him by his eyes only. As the both of you watch your breaths you began rubbing yourself against his shaft.

He let out a groan as you moved. "Fuck" he exhaled. "I think I can make you scream louder though"

He gripped your neck harder but not enough to completely cut your air flow. His other hand slipping under your silky gown. You could feel as his fingers intertwined with the string of your panties giving it a hard tug down. Taking them off of you he brought you closer to him so you could sit up. Doing so you felt how he directed you to turn around on all fours, making you look at yourself in the living room mirror. Looking in it you could see how he props himself up.

The mask still being fully on him made you excited. This was something new to the both of you. The way he was handling you, talking to you, and exhaling made you so desperate for him to enter you. You watched as he leaned over your back and forced you to look at him through the mirror.

"What did we learn today?" He asks.

"No movie night without you?" You say not breaking eye contact with the black holes that looked at you through the ghost mask.

"No darling” he grabs a fist full of your hair. "Never answer the phone to strangers, especially on a Halloween night." He said as he slammed right into to you.

You let out a cry as he rammed into you forcefully. Tears collecting in the corner of your eyes. He didn’t bother stretching you out nor warning you. He then proceeded to slam into you repeatedly. You could hear him panting in the back. How he gripped your hips and hair. How his balls smacked against your cunt. How you slowly began to forget how to think straight. All you could feel was the amazing pleasure. How he was using you however he wanted. His member reached places only his could touch. It wasn’t girthy but it was surely long.

He rolled his hips trying to find your g-spot. Still pulling your hair back all the way so he could see your face once he found what he was looking for. He mumbled under his breath saying how good you feel. How tight and right you were for him. How you were such a dumb girl for going down stairs to get your phone. Now having to suffers the consequences of a murdered fucking the hell out of you.

In the mirror you saw how he took his mask off. You could see his damped face and the sweat that rolled down his face from wearing the mask. He ran his fingers through his hair as he still kept it moving. He still wore the pants and black hoodie he left with. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he looked at you with a small smirk.

"Hope you like what you see," he says as he continued ramming into you. Your arms began to shake not being able to hold yourself up for any longer. You collapse like a baby deer In front of him. That putting no stop to what he was doing. Splitting your hair into two sections he held each with his hands. You felt close to orgasm as he abused your cunt. You claw at the carpet as your mind started to go completely blank. All you could find yourself doing was moaning his name out and feeling the pleasure.

Suddenly you hit you climax making you scream his name for him to stop. To let you cum all over his member. With a final slam he lets go of your hair causing you to collapse as you rode your orgasm.

"Let’s do that again." He said with a grin.

#yuta okkotsu #jjk second years #jjk movie #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #jjk x y/n #jjk 0 movie #jujutsu kaisen #Yuta #yuta okkotsu smut #yuta x reader #yuta oneshot #yuta okkotsu x y/n

[ronearoundblindly]

A, K, & Z for my rare grimy man? 🥺

*While I have seen Snowpiercer a few times, I don't know the whole culture of the train thoroughly, so let's just say Curtis is A) really used to crowded spaces with no privacy, B) somewhere cold as hell, and C) still has very little, i.e. not a bunch of different clothes or idk soap and shit...

Prompts are from this dirty ask game, and they do get somewhat graphic (am I considered a hoe yet? i've written 18 of these suckers). MINORS DNI. You know I love you, you know I'll create content for you, but this isn't it! You want the Light Masterlist.

A - Alone Time

I believe Curtis's exact words would be "what fucking alone time?" but, sure, on the super rare occasion he gets to touch himself, here's how it goes.

He doesn't have access to porn. It's all imagination at this point.

His living space is so over-stuffed with people in bunks who, ya know, live their lives as best they can and so, yup, they have sex in those bunks and almost everyone can hear them. He can use those sounds in his imagination. Some are better than others.

What he imagines, though, is pure escapism.

He pictures someone soft and clean, they smell good, and they take all the time in the world just to look him in the eye when they touch him. There are no toys, just his own hands. He uses both. A recurring fantasy is (while he uses his weaker hand to jack off) teaching some innocent, sweet thing how to touch him. Gets him going, makes him a little wild to think about. Smidge of a corruption kink, this Curtis, but not in a mean way.

He wants someone all his own. Everything is shared and sparse here. He dreams of possessing someone, body and soul, because then they're his, unlike reality.

K - Kissing

Curtis may be desperate for some lovin' but he isn't a bully. This man hardly believes you're his, so he is completely adoring and slow. He wants to know what every possible way to touch you feels like. He holds your chin or cups your face to kiss you, softly, feather-light to start. You taste, smell, feel, and sound real; it's overwhelming and addictive.

He starts this slowly every single time you two kiss. Doesn't matter how nasty the fucking was the night before. Doesn't matter his mood. He really fucking likes these sweet, innocent kisses where you choose to go further, to pull him closer, to accept him into your body. Huge turn on for him.

(🥵 oh shit, I got myself, sweating now, give me a sec, yikes.)

There are some nights where those soft kisses are all he wants and needs in the world. Just the comfort and the escape of your little bubble of love is enough to soothe him to sleep, which is in and of itself a miracle. He's so tired of living on edge all the time...

Z - Zones

For warmth, as much of his (and your) body is covered at all times as much as possible. No one is naked during sex, not entirely. There aren't thick enough blankets to warrant that, and he's not going to lose a toe to frostbite simply to get his cock warmed. That's a bad trade-off. No deal.

Because of that, however, Curtis finds you touching those non-essential-to-sex-places highly erotic. There is no reason for you to have your bare hands way up by his shoulder blades. Sounds bizarre out of context, but he goes fucking berserk when you slither your grasp under his layers of shirts and dig your nails in just a bit. He loves that more than a goddamn blowjob, honestly.

Similarly, most of the back of him down to his thighs, at least half of his legs, and his feet have remained untouched by any human save himself since he was a kid. When his shitty, fourth-hand boots gave him horrible blisters, you scrounged up a bowl of warm water and washed his feet.

He fucking cried, and you thought it was because he was in pain. He's just never felt so loved and cared for in his miserable life. He still gets choked up thinking about that. He holds you that much tighter each time he remembers.

What areas does he love on you? Oh fuck, does he have to choose?

He can't possibly pick just one or two places. You're just all soft and all sensual. Nope, he can't pick favorites. He just can't. Although...one of your nipples seems more sensitive than the other, so maybe that? But he's not gonna give up any other bits! You can't make him. He will fucking fight for all of you.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

Oh, hell, here comes another blorbo...

*faints*

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[cutecurly-hair]

Hearts Unleashed (Part 2)

Pairing: Nick Nelson x Black!fem!reader

Warning: Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Body Shaming

Words: 3117 

Please interact and comment to keep it going. I always love to know what you think.

This was definitely going to take some getting used to. I stood in front of the mirror, wearing the official Truham Grammar School uniform. The tie felt like it was slowly strangling me, and the color was, well, an acquired taste. But I'd managed to find a pair of shoes that matched the uniform pretty well. Even with all my efforts, it still felt a bit dull.

In an attempt to give it some character, I decided to decorate the blazer with a few sparkly pins. They matched my hair, which I'd styled into a simple wash-and-go, held in place by two vibrant pink hairpins. This way, at least, my hair wouldn't completely cover my face. A little dab of my favorite perfume oil on my wrist, and I was finally ready to roll.

I grabbed a bagel from the pantry, along with a bottle of water, opting for a light breakfast since I planned on walking to school.

"You're up early, and you still have an hour and a half before school starts," my mother said, making me jump a little.

"Yeah, I wanted to check out the school before it gets too crowded," I replied, fully aware that my breakfast choice was about to be critiqued.

My mother eyed the bagel with a hint of disapproval. It was inevitable. "What did I tell you about eating bread so early in the morning? It's loaded with carbs." She sighed, clearly not a fan of my choice. I braced myself, not in the mood for a full-blown lecture on carbs at this hour.

"Yeah, I know, but I'm walking to school, so I'll be burning those calories anyway," I pointed out, hoping it would suffice, even if she still seemed unsatisfied.

"Maybe while you're there early, you can check out the sports clubs they have. It's been a while since you did anything active since you quit ballet," my mom suggested, and I could tell she was about to go down the "you need to be more active" or "this is a fun way to get some exercise" rabbit hole.

"Mhm, I'll look into that and get back to you. Who knows, they might even have a dance club," I mumbled as I made my way to the door. Honestly, joining another dance-related activity was the last thing I wanted. It was pretty clear my mom just wanted me to stay active, but I knew I didn't need it.

My mother smiled. "Perfect! Oh, and will you be walking by yourself? I haven't really scoped out the neighborhood to see if it's safe. What about that new friend you made a couple of days ago?" She rambled on, but I decided to cut her off.

"He'll be meeting me halfway. He just needs to grab a few things from his house," I reassured her, even though it wasn't entirely accurate. Charlie was supposed to give me a tour of the whole school, but he didn't reply to my message this morning. He was probably sleeping. Me and him were talking on the phone until three am. I didn't mind; it gave me some free time to roam around, and I had even brought my camera to take some pictures along the way.

The weather was calm, with the sun not quite making an appearance, yet there was a comforting chill in the air. The walk to school wasn't as bad as I had expected. As I strolled along, the sun's gentle rays peeked through the clouds, casting a soft, inviting glow over the almost deserted streets. It created a serene and tranquil atmosphere that wrapped around me like a comforting embrace.

With an impulse, I retrieved my camera from my bag, eager to capture the charm of the houses along the way. Each home seemed to compete in a contest of vibrant gardens, a burst of color amidst the surrounding calmness. I snapped pictures, hoping to immortalize the essence of this new neighborhood, to make it my own in a small way.

As I continued, I noticed more students in the same uniform as mine. Their presence signaled my approach to the school.

Anticipation bubbled up inside me, adding an extra bounce to my step. Finally, my destination came into view, Truham Grammar School. It stood proudly, its exterior composed of rich, red bricks adorned with intricate details, almost like an architectural masterpiece. The expansive windows allowed sunshine to flood the interior, casting a warm and welcoming invitation.

The school gates were wide open, and a few students were making their way inside. Even though it was early, some kids lingered around. What struck me as odd was that most of them were boys, and they stared at me from the moment I stepped in. It became evident that I might be one of the very few black students here, and I could be the only American in the entire place.

I did my best to ignore the curious gazes and focused on my mission: finding the film department. I had a good forty minutes to kill before class started. And with those forty minutes, I found the library, the lunchroom, the field, and maybe half of the classrooms of this school.

But no film department. Damn, I really needed that tour. I went to message Charlie, who had already sent me loads of text messages.

Charlie: Hey Y/N, I'm so sorry, I overslept!

Charlie: I didn't mean to leave you hanging.

Charlie: On my way now, see you soon! 🏃‍♂️

Y/N: Do you know where the film department is located? I can't seem to find it anywhere.

Seeing the three bubbles pop up on my screen, I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that I would finally get some answers.

“Happy New Year, Truman! Uh, don't forget there'll now be students from all school years in your new form groups. I hope you enjoy getting to know some fresh faces in registration each day.”

Time had gone by so fast. I typed urgently to Charlie,

Y/N: Forget about what I said earlier, do you know where our classroom is?

Thank God Charlie and I had the same class at the beginning of the day; I really needed to make a planner.

Charlie: Wait, form has already started?!

Charlie: Tell the teacher that I am using the loo or something. I have to meet up with someone really quick. Oh, and the number is B25.

I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, realizing that I still had a lot to learn about British slang.

As I walked down the hallway, the school was bustling with students. It was like a beehive of activity. Students rushed around, opening and closing lockers, talking with friends, and hurrying to get to their classes on time. There was a lot of noise and movement, and it felt exciting but also a bit overwhelming.

I saw groups of students chatting and laughing, while others looked a bit shy or unsure. People had decorated their lockers with colorful stuff and photos. The air smelled like coffee from the teacher's lounge, mixed with the scent of breakfast that some students had grabbed on their way to school.

Navigating this chaotic but strangely exhilarating environment, I felt like a tiny fish swimming in a sea of unfamiliar faces. Finally arriving at the classroom, I couldn't help but notice that the teacher appeared completely fed up with this school and everything it entailed. Luckily, I wasn't late; the class hadn't started yet.

Approaching the teacher's desk, I spoke carefully, "Charlie told me to let you know he'll be a little late because he's in the restroom." Judging by his facial expression, I had worsened his mood, which was already not great.

He sighed heavily and said, "Charlie, oh Charlie, what should I do with that boy? It's the New Year, and his first act is to be late for my class." He rubbed his nose like he had a headache. Then, he turned to me and asked tiredly, "What's your name?"

I hesitated but replied, "My name is Y/N L/N."

He shuffled through a few papers, searching for something, and seemed increasingly frustrated with each passing moment. "Judging by your accent, you're a new student, and I don't see you anywhere in my assigned seating. Since Charlie had the pleasure of being late, you can go ahead and take his seat," he pointed in the direction of Charlie's seat.

My seat was right next to a boy with perfectly combed blonde hair. He sat there, looking relaxed, like he didn't have a single worry. Yet, there was something about his boyish charm that drew me in, making my fingers itch to take a picture.

What surprised me even more was that I could see the outline of his muscles even though he was just sitting. British boys, I thought, can be dangerous.

As I got closer, he looked up from his book, and our eyes met. His hazel nut eyes glistened like brown sugar under the sunlight, and even though our eye contact was brief, I couldn't help but notice their warmth and charm. He was the first to look away, leaving me wondering about our silent interaction.

With a sigh of relief, I placed my book bag on the desk, sinking into my seat as the lively chatter of the classroom enveloped me. The walls were adorned with colorful decorations, instantly transforming the space into a welcoming and joyful environment.

Not wanting to seem impolite, I turned my gaze towards the boy next to me, only to find that he was already looking my way. Uncertain of what to say, I mustered a simple, "Hi."

He responded with an amiable "Hi," accompanied by a warm smile that, I had to admit, sent a pleasant sensation coursing through my stomach. Before I could utter anything else, Charlie rushed into the room, his face flushed and slightly sweaty, clearly in a hurry as he took the seat in front of me.

"Sorry I'm late. Did you find everything okay?" Charlie asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Yeah, I found everything except the film department," I explained, feeling a bit frustrated.

"You're looking for the film department?" the blonde-haired boy asked, raising an eyebrow. Even his voice sounded pleasant.

I nodded, glad to have someone to share my frustration with. "Yeah, I was wandering around like a lost puppy, trying to find it. It's like it's playing hide-and-seek."

The boy couldn't help but chuckle, and his cheeks turned slightly pink, which was cute. "My mate tried to get into the film department, but he didn't make it. He mentioned something about a secret room at the back of the school, but now that I say it out loud, it doesn't sound too helpful," he admitted.

I laughed too, appreciating his honesty. "No worries. At least I'm not the only one who's feeling clueless."

Charlie watched our conversation, unsure if he should join in.

As the classroom buzzed with increasing noise, the boy leaned in closer, his curiosity evident. "I'm sorry; I didn't quite catch your name," he confessed.

I couldn't help but lean in a bit further and playfully retorted, "Well, I didn't quite catch yours either."

We exchanged friendly smiles, and for a moment, the bustling classroom around us faded into the background.

With the sly smirk on his face, I could tell he was not going to let that one slide, but before he could say anything, the teacher's voice cut through the noise.

"Attention, everyone! We're about to kick off our first form of the day. But before we dive into it, I'd like to introduce a new student who hails all the way from the United States. Her name is Y/N," the teacher announced, his last words barely audible and frankly, quite unnecessary.

My internal feelings were a swirling mix of embarrassment and mild amusement. If only my face could reflect the shade of red I felt inside. If I were a bit lighter in complexion, I'd probably resemble a ripe strawberry. The entire class erupted into laughter upon hearing my distinct American accent. Well, it seemed like being different had earned me some brownie points, at least in the humor department.

I chose to respond with a modest smile, allowing the teacher to continue, "Would you like to share an interesting fact about yourself or perhaps something about America?"

Maintaining my pleasant smile, I replied, "One thing I truly miss from home is wearing regular clothes to school, rather than these dreaded ties." My fingers reached for my tie, and I theatrically stretched it out to emphasize my point. A few students joined in the laughter, understanding the sentiment all too well.

The teacher brushed off my comment and proceeded with the lesson, and I began to feel more at ease, grateful that the attention had shifted away from me.

The boy sitting next to me returned to our playful banter, his friendly demeanor putting me at ease. He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and said, "Nice to officially meet you, Y/N."

I couldn't help but smile back and replied,

“Likewise”

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As we walked down the hallway on our way to the next class, Charlie playfully nudged my shoulder and asked, "So, how was your chat with Nick Nelson?"

I furrowed my brow, a bit confused. "Who?" Our first class had just ended, and I wanted to find my locker to avoid carrying these heavy books around.

Charlie grinned, thinking it should be obvious. "You know, the guy you were talking to in form class today – that's Nick Nelson." Now that I understood, I nodded and said,

"Oh, so that was his name." Finally, I located my locker and began putting away my books.

Continuing with my day's tasks, I couldn't shake the feeling that Charlie's watchful eyes were trained on me. Slightly irritated, I couldn't help but question, "Is there something on your mind?"

Charlie responded with a sly, knowing look and a teasing tone, "Oh, not much, just finding it quite amusing that you're not going to acknowledge the 'moment' you had with Nick Nelson."

This caught me off guard, and I quizzically raised an eyebrow. "What exactly are you talking about?" I inquired, genuinely clueless about his insinuations. Charlie appeared flabbergasted by my obliviousness and couldn't hide his astonishment.

He let out an exaggerated sigh of disbelief, "Are you being serious right now? I endured an entire hour of form, and I swear, I could practically see sparks flying between you two. I nearly went blind!"

Brushing off his teasing comments, I calmly explained, "There was no 'moment,' Charlie. We just had a regular conversation, like any two people would."

Closing my locker and gathering my belongings, I redirected our focus, asking, "Are you ready to head to art class? I'd prefer to get there before the hallway becomes too crowded." I looked over at him, but he seemed lost in his phone, furiously texting away.

Waving my hand in front of his face, I couldn't help but jest, "Charlie, are you on Mars? Earth to Charlie!" My sudden interruption startled him, and he offered an apologetic smile.

"Sorry," he admitted, "I have to meet up with someone really quick. But don't worry, I'll meet you there."

Concerned about his punctuality, I pushed back, "No way, Charlie. You can't afford to be late again. I don't want another teacher upset with me." I exclaimed, but Charlie casually waved away my worry.

"Don't fret," he reassured me, his hand patting my arm comfortingly. "You'll be just fine. You have Mr. Ajayi, and he'll certainly like you." With a smile, he walked away, disappearing into the sea of students.

Walking to class alone again, something was definitely up with Charlie. Perhaps it had something to do with that guy Ben he couldn't stop talking about lately. Charlie had been going on and on about Ben last night, and it made me wonder if there was more to the story.

Finally arriving at the art class, I couldn't shake the feeling that things were getting a bit more complicated than I had anticipated.

Walking into the art class, I felt like I had stepped into a creative wonderland. The room was bathed in soft, natural light streaming in through large windows, casting a warm glow over everything. Canvases adorned with colorful paintings leaned against the walls, and sculptures of various sizes were carefully displayed on shelves.

The scent of freshly mixed paints and the earthy aroma of clay filled the air, creating a sensory experience that hinted at the artistic possibilities within this space. Easels were set up with canvases in various stages of completion, each one telling a unique story through brushstrokes and colors.

In one corner, a potter was working at a spinning wheel, shaping a mound of clay into a graceful vase. The rhythmic hum of the wheel added a soothing backdrop to the artistic symphony.

Mr. Ajayi, our art teacher, stood at the front of the room, engrossed in conversation with a student who was passionately explaining their work. His warm and encouraging demeanor set the tone for the class.

I found an empty seat and prepared for class. As I settled in, I noticed a student chatting with the teacher. When she finished, she strolled over to me, wearing a friendly smile. With her light brown curly hair tied up in two big ponytails, she looked effortlessly stylish.

She took the seat in front of me and said, "I love your pins, by the way. It's refreshing to see some fashion sense around here. They really go well with your hair."

I couldn't help but smile, appreciating the compliment. "Thanks, I guess we have to get creative with these uniforms, right?"

She smiled back, saying, "At least someone gets it. Oh, and the name is Elle, by the way."

She smiled warmly. "Oh, you're Elle! Charlie has told me so much about you," I quickly exclaimed. Elle's eyes lit up with recognition.

"Oh my god, you're Y/N! I should have known; that accent gave it away," she said with a friendly chuckle.

I grinned. "Guilty as charged," I replied. "And honestly, Truham's been an interesting experience so far."

Elle laughed. "I can imagine. Well, give it some time, and who knows, you might even come to love it here."

I nodded. "I'll keep an open mind."

Before we could chat further, Mr. Ajayi began the class, and Elle mouthed, 'We'll talk after class.' I nodded in agreement and turned my attention to the lesson at hand.

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/cutecurly-hair/732678051495870464/as-mr-ajayi-delved-into-the-art-lesson-the-class?source=share

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[iamvegorott]

Obsessed with their child/teenage selves, you say?

Let me just use this to indulge myself for a quick moment.

Yancy and Howard always go up to Howard’s treehouse in his backyard at night when everyone’s asleep; it’s a way for Yancy to distract himself from his life at home, and Howard gets to spend an hour or two, maybe more, with him closest friend. It’s a win-win for both of them — they even have sleeping bags for whenever they just want to lay down and not talk about anything, just be next to each other and rest their eyes. Now, one particular night, Yancy has come up into the treehouse with a flashlight in hand and a story to tell. His imagination always ran wild at late hours, and Howard was always there to listen and hear what his friend had to say. They sit cross-legged from each other and Yancy places the flashlight in the middle of them, the light going up and onto the treehouse’s ceiling and creating a dim glow for them to see. Yancy begins his story: a story of a red robed man who had it all, and fell in love with a woman. He spoke about their love, mistrust, betrayal, and how their story ended in cold shambles, how it was never meant to be. It was definitely the darker of the stories that Yancy had to tell, but it still kept Howard on edge to know about what would happen next. Though, once it ended, there was nothing to stop his wondering mind from letting a few intrusive thoughts bubble up to the surface. Howard twiddled with his thumbs and looked down as he thought. Yancy caught sight of his demeanor, tilting his head to the side to catch Howard’s gaze. Upon asking him if he was alright, Howard shook his head and looked up at his friend, uncertainty clear on his face.

“We won’t end up like that right? They weren’t meant to be, but — but we are . . . no?” Howard pondered, laying out his insecurity for his friend to see. They didn’t often have vulnerable conversations like this, so before Yancy could think of a joke to make about the situation and how it wasn’t a real story, he noticed that Howard was indeed serious.

“‘Course we are,” Yancy spoke, voice lowering to a comforting tone as he extended his hand out to take Howard’s hand in his, holding it firmly but gently, “The difference between us ‘n the story ‘s that I ain’t gonna leave you’s. Yous’re stuck with me, Illi.”

𝘐𝘭𝘭𝘪, short for Illinois. Yancy had been calling him that for a short time now, claiming that when he went off on his adventures when he grew up, he’d need an adventurer’s name. Howard had said it sounded a lot like Indiana from the movies, but Yancy claimed that no one would notice. But Howard did. He noticed everything Yancy did for him. He showed interest in things that Howard liked, he walked home from school with him just to make sure no one would go around and try to pick on him, he cared about how he felt, and he was always there when he was upset. Even with his own issues, Yancy still finds it in himself to spare his kindness to him.

Yancy really 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 going to leave him, huh? Not after all they’ve been through.

Howard couldn’t help but smile at his reassurance, looking down at his hand in Yancy and intertwining their hands together, “I don’t mind being stuck as long as it’s with you.”

Yancy thanked any higher power that existed that the treehouse was dark enough to cover the warmth creeping up onto his face, calming his quickening breaths before they became noticed. He played off his emotions, and instead playfully pushed Howard back a bit and watched as the other fell onto his sleeping bag with a quiet ‘thud’.

“You’s really are a sap, eh? ‘S all those movies you’s watch.”

“Really? Isn’t Moulin Rouge entirely a movie about saps?”

“That— that’s different!”

Both of them were grateful to have a detour for their last conversation and bickered about the movies they watched, laying on their individual sleeping bags and ignoring the world around them.

Howard smiled as Yancy laughed at one of his jokes, and couldn’t help but think about how nice it was to see him laugh.

— 🦋

AAAHHHH!!!!

THAT WAS SO CUTE!!!!

I LOVE IT SO MUCH1 <3 <3 <3

#🦋anon #yanois #got me right in the fluffy feels!

[11919815125]

3/27/24

in regards to the phone call about the future/my ambitions

i think the reason it strikes a nerve when you bring stuff like that up is because like. my entire self-worth is built on choosing to accept my shortcomings rather than fight them or feel shame about them. when you're upset that i "don't care" it's because it was a choice that i had to make in order to cope and survive. when i was 24 years old, i was living with my parents, unemployed for almost a year and a half, no intent to use the degree that i went thousands of dollars into debt for, smoking weed every day, barely even leaving my bedroom, no goals or ambitions. i was a fucking loser. i couldn't look my parents in the eye because i saw disappointment looking back at me. i cut off almost all of my friends because i didn't want them to see me like that. the embarrassment of it all nearly drove me to suicide.

i had to decide that it was okay. that i didn't need to be successful in the ways other people define it, that i didn't need a career, that i didn't need to make my parents proud, that i didn't have to be special, that i didn't need people to like me, that i didn't have to achieve my dreams. i just needed to survive and try my best to be happy; anything beyond that is just a bonus.

it's not that the things you're asking me for are unfair, but they pop that bubble. they knock down the jenga tower i've stacked up so carefully. caring so much about those pressures and goals and ambitions genuinely ruined my life and almost ended it, and now you're asking me to make them a priority again, and suggesting that if i don't it's because i don't care enough about you or that i don't care about myself.

i feel that i am successful!!!!! with my worthless degree and my shitty kitchen job and everything i have going on now!!!!! this is not failure to me! i am so unbelievably proud of myself! i am paying my bills, living independently, working full time, doing my best to maintain the relationships i have, traveling when i can, cooking delicious meals and trying new foods, going out and making memories on the weekends, spending so many of my days with you. that's a life that's worth celebrating and i really hate that you seem to see it as the bare minimum. of course i can do better, i can invest more into the things that matter to me.......i just don't know if those are the things that matter to you.

saying that "a career is not a priority to me" is really the polite way of saying, "i do not want a career, and if i can find a way to keep living my life without having to do that, i absolutely will." you dedicate years of your life building marketable skills, going to school, interning, networking, busting your ass and stressing yourself out to get...what? your life looks exactly the same with a little more cash in the bank and a few more rooms in your apartment. it's so cliche but i really really don't care about the "rat race." i don't feel the impulse to keep up with other people, i don't value most of the things that you gain from playing the game, and i definitely don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks about how i choose to live my life.

i value freedom, autonomy, authenticity, and honesty above anything else. i value working as little as possible while still being comfortable and happy, and maximizing the time that is mine and mine alone. i value the people that love and embrace me and being able to share this life with them. i value experiences over anything material; nice houses and fancy dinners and expensive clothes and flashy gifts mean absolutely nothing to me. i want to go bungee jumping, i want to see the northern lights, i want to visit every country in the world, i want to cover my body in tattoos and sleep under the stars and get married to somebody i love and learn to play guitar and create beautiful things with my bare hands and hope that one day i wake up and see my life as a beautiful thing too.

and you wanna ask me about a fuckin job lol

[dzmoot]

You know, there are some days when I wish I was in school believe it or not. Today was certainly one of them. Look, I like pizza as much as the next Tuun, but an entire planet made of it is enough to make someone lactose intolerant or perhaps develop celiac like my dad. Pizzaloron V had giant aluminum volcanoes that spit up sauce and cheesy mozzarella mountains that left grease on your hands after you touched them. It's a good thing Pizza Teddy didn't come with us, he'd want to bathe in the stuff!

Everyone started eating immediately upon arrival including myself. I really liked the rich tomato sauce that flowed down the river and washed up on the crusty shores, but when I went to try one of the mushrooms, it sprouted eyeballs and legs and croaked like a frog as it hobbled away. I wouldn't have been more shocked if you told me my halo had suddenly turned into a triangle.

Besides the mushrooms and some of the pepperonis, there weren't really any lifeforms on Pizzaloron, that was until we got a glimpse of a set of strings floating nearby on a wooden x. When we observed a little closer, we discovered a chef marionette who brandished a giant pizza slicer, the Great Brazzino.

He was sleeping upon our arrival and would have given us a tour had he not dozed off and his voice sounded like a toadstool stomping Italian plumber from Earth. I asked him why he was the only one on the planet and then he told us his sad backstory. Hundreds of years ago, Brazzino lived happily with his maker, a magical marionette maker named Pettogee who was also quite fond of cooking. One afternoon, Pettogee created a new dish, something like the universe had never seen before. He didn't know what to call it but he loved it so much, he had the entire planet covered in this new creation with a little help from the magical fairy that gave life to Brazzino. Pettogee and the fairy fell in love soon after and left the planet, leaving Brazzino behind. Some say, Pettogee and the fairy made their way to Earth, bringing their flatbread creation with them. When the Earth settlers at the time asked him what it was called, Pettogee called it "pizza" in honor of the planet from which it was created on. We all felt bad for Brazzino, but the creepy wooden dude wanted us to stay on Pizzaloron with him and eat pizza for the rest of time. Could you imagine what we'd all look like if he ate pizza forever?! Zappy got nauseous just thinking about it. Brazzino didn't have to worry about it considering he was made of wood!

When we told him we were on vacation and that we had plenty of other planets in the universe to explore with their own signature foods, he got ticked off and entangled us all in his strings. He said that if we didn't stay and eat pizza with him, he would cut our heads off and use them as pizza toppings! I said I wouldn't taste very good since my mother said I was spoiled. He didn't care, he chased us all over the place, past an array of anchovy bushes, pineapple pillars and ricotta boulders. I tried to turned his head into a coffee table, but only chipped his nose ever so slightly. Inside a stromboli cave, he cornered us. Then, with one swoop of his slicer, he cut all our heads off and baked them into his pizza. THE END!

Nah, that didn't happen. Siobhan gave him a peace offering, some of her chewing gum that levitates you off the ground when you blow a bubble. Having tasted nothing but pizza all his life, he was astonished by the taste of the gum. I would dare say, he was obsessed. He entered a trance like state and floated so high off the ground, we thought he would get cooked by the sun. Lesson for the day. There's nothing wrong with pizza once in a while but eating it every day of your life, you might end up like Brazzino, a stuff crusted obsessed mozzarella maniac with a heart as cold as the pepperoni he worships. Hopefully, there's no planet in the universe made of tacos with a sombrero wearing marionette!

[casspurrjoybell-28]

The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 18a

*Warning Adult Content*

Found Out - Part 1 - Kao

I have never had to hide wounds before.

No one in the Blood Pack would care if they saw an Omega beat up and bruised.

That was the norm, anyway.

I don't know how I feel about it now.

It's the next day and I was able to make it home without anyone seeing me.

I quickly made a salve out of some cinnamon, oil and water to create a substance to cover up the bruise on my face before Morgan and Oliver came back from school.

But hiding the obvious limp when I walk will be a challenge.

My ankle is badly sprained and there are numerous bruises all over my body that make it hard to find clothes I can wear without showing them.

I'm so on edge, constantly checking my surroundings to see if those horrible Alphas are around.

I don't feel safe at all.

At the same time, I don't want to tell anyone.

People fussing over me or wanting to treat my injuries will make me feel awkward and overwhelmed.

I'm used to dressing my own wounds and taking care of myself.

It's hard to let others into that sphere after being alone in it for so long.

I know I'm being extremely stubborn.

But at the same time, I feel trapped in the bubble of independence I've made for myself.

And... that's okay for me right now.

I don't need help. I'm fine.

The weekend passes and I don't leave the room.

My wolf whines, not liking having to stay inside and of course, wanting to see our mate.

Oliver worries about me but I tell him I am just tired.

When the next week comes around, I'm dreading it.

It means Cyrus will be expecting me at training and with my ankle, it'll be impossible.

In general, us wolves heal at a fast pace but Omegas heal slowest, unfortunately.

It sucks a ton.

When I spot Xavier talking with Morgan that morning at the schoolhouse after dropping Oliver off, I have an idea.

I ask if he can tell Cyrus that I'm not feeling well so I won't be at training.

"Nothing to worry about. Just a bit under the weather," I force a smile. Morgan doesn't look convinced but Xavier says he'll let Cyrus know.

I quickly leave before the blond can pester me any more about it.

I do what I do best, instead.

I shut myself in and everyone else out.

When I get back to the room, I wipe the sticky mixture covering up my bruised face in relief, that shit feels so cakey.

Tired from the agonizing pulse in my leg, I get back into bed.

It feels like I've just drifted off to sleep when I hear a knock on the door.

I startle awake, rubbing at my eyes.

It must be the neighbor again.

Yesterday she kept coming over to ask if we had any spare cloth because she needed more for the quilt she was making.

Apparently my numerous 'no' hadn't deterred her.

I drowsily slump out of bed, stumbling over to the door and opening it.

Except I'm not met with the short little lady but rather, the huge stature of a man that I have to crane my neck up just to see his face.

When my eyes meet his own icy blues, I realize my mistake.

I slap a hand over the purpling bruise, attempting to retreat back into the room but it is far too late.

His face has darkened to an expression I've never seen before... one of pure rage.

He forces himself into the room, easily disregarding my piteous attempt to close the door.

It slams loudly behind him and I flinch.

"Who did this?" he growls, eyes aflame but I just shake my head, keeping my face covered.

"Koa, who dared to hurt you like this?" his tone is full of fury, each word dripping with the intensity of it.

The veins in his neck are taught, his arms tense and rip with the muscles within them.

"I... I am fine. It was an accident," I stutter out, wringing my hands together in nervousness.

Shit. This is not good.

I didn't anticipate him reacting like this at all, either.

It's strange that someone is so upset over something like this.

The Alphas in my life before him never cared even a little bit.

"You are not fine. You favor one leg, meaning the other is damaged. Your face has clearly been mottled by the bastard's hands," his fists clench as he assesses me.

"And who knows where else you are wounded."

"There's nothing more," I deny, but that only angers him further.

"You will show me."

"Cyrus..."

"Now," he shouts, eyes flashing to his wolf and in response my own immediately cowers, my omega whimpering in submission and exposing his belly.

I know this sensation all too well.

An Alphas command.

One that they use to force Omegas to obey, something that was used on me many times.

And it is impossible to resist.

My trembling hands go to the hem of my shirt, pulling up the fabric to reveal the large patch of inflamed skin sprawling across my rib cage to my stomach and all the way down to my lower abdomen.

Rex's foot must've been God-damn giant.

I hadn't gotten a good look at it until now.

And I hate Cyrus right now for making me do this.

He did what all the others did.

Used his dominance to make me bow down to his order.

Then I glance back up to see how Cyrus is taking it I wish I hadn't.

His pupils have shrunk, eyes completely glowing now with animalistic wrath.

Oh, fuck.

"I will kill them."

"Don't be like this, Cyrus," I plead.

"I don't need you to get revenge for me or protect me. I can look out for myself." 

"You call this looking out for yourself?" he motions to my less-than-ideal state.

"How could you not come to me the second this happened? I am your Alpha. I am made to protect you."

"You are not 'my' Alpha," I shout back.

His brows crinkle in anger, a snarl marring his usually calm face.

"You are impossible. Is there no limit to ways in which you will trouble me?"

"And I'm telling you to leave it the fuck alone."

"I will not," he roars.

"You are my responsibility. If someone hurts you, then I must take action."

I let out a dry laugh.

"So you're going to force me to tell like the weak Omega I am? Use your wolf on me again?"

"It is for your own good that I do these things," he seethes but I can tell he is bothered by what I suggest.

That I am possibly comparing to others that have done the same to me.

"Asshole. You think this is anything worse than what I've dealt with before? This is nothing. Just drop it." 

After that, Cyrus goes silent.

So silent it scares me.

But then he simply walks to the door.

He opens it and only then turns back to me.

"Make no mistake... I will find them. And for every mark that paints your skin, they lose a finger. And then their life."

*

I find myself being dragged to the Pack infirmary by Xavier later in the day, the snitch that caused all this.

Well, to be fair I was the one to tell him to let Cyrus know I wouldn't be coming to training.

How was I supposed to know that would make the guy trek up to my room and cause a scene?

So now, courtesy of Cyrus's orders, I'm off to get my injuries treated.

Honestly, now that it's all been revealed to the main person I wanted to hide it from, I don't another resisting.

The shit those Alphas inflicted on me does hurt like a bitch and it'll be nice to have some relief from the pain. 

The infirmary is a smaller building a block away from the pack house, with mostly warriors coming to and fro the main double doors.

The ones entering sport bloody gashes and the ones leaving sport bandages and crutches. 

"How do so many get injured like this?" I ask Xavier as we approach the entrance.

A man with a bandaged head limps past us, obviously needing to come back as soon as possible. 

"Mostly territory disputes. Or on missions for resources. Many packs or bands of rogues choose to attack because they want what we have. Cyrus has been handling it well, though. Always nipping the assaults in the bud. Has also stationed tons more guards since he became Alpha."

"Is there no way to appease these other groups? Like, make them stop attacking?" I ask in wonder.

I had no idea all this was going on. We're kept so safe here in the heart of the Pack's land that I'd been ignorant of the violence going on outside.

Xavier shrugs.

"We have tried to make alliances. Some Packs agreed. Others refused our efforts to make peace. They resort to violence because they don't know how to properly manage their people. They desire to take from us in some way or another. We've tried to provide aid in the past but we also have to take care of our own. With a growing population of omegas and children, it's important to focus our energy here."

I nod, processing all of the information.

I try to push down the guilt of treating Cyrus how I have been, when he's been doing so much for me and the others that live here. 

"Don't be worried, though. You should've seen this place before Cyrus took power. There often wasn't enough room for all the patients. His father just didn't have the knack he does for running the pack." 

I take note of how much Xavier looks up to Cyrus.

It's sweet.

And shows that... well, Cyrus is a good guy.

But for some reason, I can't stop sabotaging our relationship, if you can even call our strained communications that.

At the same time, I also can't seem to distance myself from him like I originally planned.

I find myself drawn back every time, whether its asking him to train me or lingering around the school house in the morning to see if he'll be with Xavier when the Alpha stops by for tea with Morgan. 

And buried deep down below the frustration I feel toward him for forcing me to show him my wounds and for getting angry like he did, there's the stuttering of my heart when I think about the fact that he reacted like that to me being hurt.

The fact that to him, my safety matters that much.

I feel the give of the barriers I have built up around myself and I realize I am scared.

So scared because this feeling has been buried for so long.

The feeling that I have had only once before with my first love, Des.

But even now, it's different. 

With Cyrus, it's different... so much more than I can comprehend and I don't think I'm prepared to face the weight of that in the slightest. 

[manicmangoes]

1/2

One of my resolutions for the new year was writing for 10 minutes every day. I didn’t do too well in February with this (as you can see I started this entry on 2/2 and just finished this first short bit today), but I am back to writing and I’m trying my hand at some creative writing and fiction! I normally post my writing only on my Tumblr for myself, but I think sharing is also fun once in a while! Anyways, I’ve wanted to start a little Scooby Doo adaptation for a while and this is the first little bit I have so far! Creative writing is foreign to me, but I’m trying to challenge myself through several different types of writing (letter-writing, journaling, descriptive writing, etc.) I love reading and the adventures that stories take me on, so it’s really fun to try my hand at it and create characters. It’s also cool that I get to make the rules and decide what happens. But anyways, please enjoy this short little blurb of a story I’ve started. I’m excited to see where it goes!

Mystery Mania (Part 1)

(Writing entries from 2/2/23, 2/3/23, 3/6/23, 3/7/23)

Steve jolted awake, gasping as he sat up straight as an arrow as he struggled to relax his breathing and get his bearings. He was in his room, the same as every other night. Different rock band and anime posters plastered the walls, and laundry spilled into the floor from an overstuffed hamper. At the foot of the bed, Saint was sprawled upside-down on the carpet, which was decorated with little roads and cars so it almost appeared to be a map. The carpet had been Steve’s since he was little. Saint had destroyed the carpet over the years, and as Saint grew the carpet became his own personal napping and lounging area (besides up in the bed with Steve of course). At the carpet’s edges the fabric was rough and frayed, and the rest of the rug was stained with all sorts of snacks and who-knew-what-else that Steve had given to Saint. Saint chuffed in his sleep, his oversized paws twitching and his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, probably dreaming that he was chasing down a squirrel or enjoying a t-bone steak. The lava lamp on the bedside table bubbled lazily in neon green and deep blue. Stevie watched as a bubble slowly rose from the bottom of the lamp, and imagined it was him being pulled from his nightmare back into reality. Inhale through your nose, he reminded himself, and exhale through your mouth. As his breathing began to come to a normal and steady rate, Steve felt a chill, and realized he was covered in a clammy sweat. All the hairs on his arms had been raised while he slept. It was always the same nightmare, but for some reason every time he dreamt it, he felt like he was living it for the first time. The dark woods in his dream still towered over him, blocking out any light and swallowing any of Steve’s screams as he cried out for help. The branches and brambles still caught and pulled at him, lacerating and scraping his arms and legs as he fled in terror. He wasn’t sure what was chasing him, but he had felt the monster’s hot breath down his neck every night. He had seen the ghastly claw marks that seemed to have nearly cut the trees in half, and he knew that he couldn’t be caught by whatever prowled the woods looking for him. Hunting him. Every night, every nightmare, the beast got a little closer, closing the distance that Steve desperately fought to keep between them. Tonight, Steve had made it to the edge of a misty lake in the woods. With no other choice, he had plunged into the icy, black water. He’d reasoned that facing the freezing water was better than what was behind him. As he swam, he began to sink no matter how hard he paddled and fought to stay at the lake’s surface. Submerged, he held his breath till he’d felt like his lungs were going to explode. As he at last gave in and gasped for air, that’s when he’d woken up. Saint was now alert, looking up at attention from where he’d been sleeping. He had sensed Steve’s rapid breath, and he padded over to the side of the bed and placed his head under Steve’s hand. The movement and contact helped to reassure Steve that he was here in the present, and that Saint would protect him. Steve gave Saint an affectionate rub on the head, grateful for his best friend. Steve shook his head and rubbed his eyes, clearing the last bits of sleep away. He got up to look out the window. Steve’s room was on the top level of his dilapidated house, which had fallen into disrepair over the years. His dad mostly slept on the couch, usually after passing out when he got home from work or the bar. The attic-turned-bedroom had become Steve’s safe place. His dad wouldn’t typically risk the climb up the ladder-stairs when he got home in whatever condition he was in. Steve’s window looked out over the house and lot. The house sat at the end of a windy backroad, 6 miles south of a major freeway. Green forest surrounded the house, except where the dirt road up to the house cut a slight gap in the tree-line. As Steve surveyed the moon-lit forest, he scanned with his eyes trying not to settle on one object.

#manicmangowrites #creative writing #new years resolution #daily writing #scooby doo

[under-sedationnn]

the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

#the arcana nadia #the arcana julian #the arcana #the arcana imagines #the arcana headcanons #the arcane game #the arcana lucio #nadia the arcana #the arcana asra #asra the arcana #lucio montag #count lucio #lucio #portia devorak #portia headcanons #muriel the mountain man #muriel x mc #the arcana muriel #muriel

[kiritella]

Stunt Double

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Words: 4.6 k

Request: (@tom-hlover) Bucky X non avenger shy reader where reader is a new lab assistant and was a stuntwoman before and never stated it in her resume and surprised the team when she got in action when they were attacked in the tower. For the reader, if possible, introvert, short hair, the type who does not initiate conversations with strangers but when needed can speak in front of people (for presentations) and when you get to know the reader, she is quite bubbly and is comfortable in being weird?

Warnings: mentions of blood, shooting, stabbing (nothing too graphic), attack, mentions of death. IT IS MOSTLY FLUFF!!!

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It was too quiet.

You cautiously stepped farther into the engineering lab as the unusual silence prolonged, “Tony?” No voice returned but your own as it echoed off the walls, but as you delved deeper into the room, the sight of Tony Stark hunched over his desk made you sigh a breath of relief. A snore broke the silence and Tony shuffled a little in his seat, but he remained lost to the conscious world. A soft smile coated your lips as you grabbed the blanket from off the back of one of the chairs and tossed it over his shoulders, allowing the man to get some severely needed sleep.

Tony had probably been in there the whole night, you presumed as you watched the morning routine of New York bustle in the streets below Stark Tower. The rising sun was casting a golden reflection on the newly snowed landscape, and the buildings were almost picturesque in the frozen atmosphere. Frost collected on the windows, and your breath fanned against the glass in a cloud, fogging up the image. With a sigh, you turned from the view, taking a sip of the hot coffee in your hands as you approached your workbench, setting your bag down beside your chair.

The computer system hummed to life as you switched on the device and soon a blue holosphere lit up around you, presenting a cascade of folders of your latest projects. Many of them had yet to reach completion, mostly just half-hearted specs when you were high on caffeine and sleep deprivation, but one day you would finish them. On your own time, most likely. Tony recently had you working on something of a bit more substance than what you usually do. There was something about this project that had you excited though. It was tiresome, and it had taken what seemed like an eternity, but it was nearly complete, and with it, it could change so much for the Avengers. It was exhilarating to have created something so powerful and meaningful, something that would have an impact. It was different from your last job, which didn’t give that spark of satisfaction when it was nearly complete. Working as an actor stunt-double had its admiration and qualities, but this, you felt, was where you belonged.

Opening the desk drawer, you pulled out a few bobby pins along with the holo-manipulator bracelets, and only after pinning your short hair back out of your eyes did you begin to work. Music played in your headphones as the morning grew later and within the hour, the lab doors opened once again to admit Bruce into the room. He chuckled as he passed Tony’s desk, the owner of whom was still sprawled out in a deep sleep, then nodded a good morning to you. With a soft smile, you whispered a cheerful good morning. It was still strange working with them, despite it having been several months now, and you weren’t sure if the high of being around them was going to leave any time soon. The high or the consequences.

Bruce was always kind enough, and Tony added a little personality to the lab, so it was never uninteresting, but there were also outside influences that made the job more difficult. Reporters, who you were always used to, shifted gears when you switched professions. Everyone wanted to know what the latest and greatest Stark technology was going to be, and people began to get more heated in their questions and methods. Things had gotten out of control more recently when the project you were currently working on got leaked to the public. It wasn’t the whole project, thankfully, however it was enough to cause some suspicion and enough eyes to turn in your direction that things began getting dangerous. Stark didn’t seem to mind too much until you were attacked getting into your apartment one night. After that, he became more cautious, offered for you to live in the Tower until the project was over and to help you find a new home after. Security was tightened, especially around the labs, and no one was allowed into the lower levels except authorized personnel. These were the things that came with the job, you supposed. Besides, it wasn’t like it was the worst thing in the world to be living in a multi-billion-dollar corporation in your own flat with a gym downstairs, completely free of rent, and with a five-minute journey to your workplace. Yeah, most certainly not the worst thing in the world.

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You were about to resign yourself to a typical and uneventful lunch break consisting of eating at your work bench while pushing numbers for your project when Bucky barged in through the lab doors. His easy smile relaxed the tension in your posture and infected its way over to you.

“You look like shit,” Bucky said, tossing a bag of something smelling absolutely divine in front of you as he propped himself up on your desk, leaning over it with a teasing glimmer in his eyes. You laughed, a chuckle-snort sort of thing as you reclined back in your chair.

“Well, thank you. Should I take that as a complement?”

“No. You should take that as a ‘get the hell out of your office’,” he said, “And you’re in luck, because I brought lunch and we’re gonna eat it somewhere that is not here.”

You rolled your eyes, closing and locking up the holosphere and laptop. “Jerk.”

“Workaholic.”

“Workaholic,” you mocked in scrutiny, scrunching up your nose in defiance. “I am not a workaholic,” you pressed, snatching the food Bucky brought from off the desk as you followed him out the door. “I’ll have you know I slept five full hours last night.”

“Oh~~” Bucky teased with facade impressiveness, “Five whole hours. I slept nine.”

“Showoff.”

“Zombie.”

“I’m just so close to finishing the Achilles Heel project,” you said, laughing as you pressed for the elevator, scanning your ID on the screen. “Then I can sleep, and get my own place, and relax for a little while.”

“Oof, so ready to just escape this prison to be on your own huh?”

“Okay, maybe not too ready, I mean, there are some perks to being around more,” you said, nudging him in the side and he chuckled.

“Yeah, well I am decent company.”

“I was talking about the showers, but yeah, I guess you are a bonus too,” you teased, and Bucky gasped.

“Fine, I see how it is. I’ll just take this,” he said, grabbing the food bag from your hands as the elevator doors opened and he backed out onto the abandoned floor.

“Wait I—I didn’t mean that,” you said, jumping after him.

“Oh, no, I’m going to eat by myself now. Go on,” he said shewing you away as you came at him, trying to grab the food. “Go scurry back to your dreary little office and punch some numbers while stuffing your face with last night’s leftovers.”

“Bucky,” you whined through a laugh, “I’m sorry. You are most certainly a very big bonus to living at work.”

“Nope. You’re only here for the food,” he persisted, but his beaming smile broke through his act and held the food up above his head. You glared at him as you pushed closer to him, chests brushing up against each other as you reached up on your tippy toes trying to grab the bag.

“I. Am. Not.”

Bucky chuckled, wrapping his free arm around your waist as your balance began to waver, pulling you tighter against him as his lips brushed across your ear, “Really? Because it seems like that’s the only thing on your mind.”

Your body froze as you realized your proximity, his arm snug around your waist, his breath fanning against your ear and neck, the gentle rise and fall of his chest against yours. Slowly, your hand fell back down to his shoulder, fingers trailing to his chest as he angled up to meet your eyes. There was laughter in them, blissful freedom in the dip of his smile and damn, that was beautiful. To say you were in a romantic relationship would have been a slight misconception. The feelings were no secret, but you remained behind the line of friends, however as his eyes met yours, hardly a hair’s breadth apart, you began to wonder where that line was in all the haze.

“It’s not the only thing on my mind,” you whispered in a soft chuckle, a shy smile. Your heart flipped in your chest as his gaze flicked to your lips, hesitant and unsure, and heat tickled up your cheeks.

“Yeah? Had me fooled,” he said as he tilted closer, the brush of his nose along your cheek, and you remembered, friends don’t do this. But then again, when have either of you been wholy and truly just friends? His gravity pulled you in, the earth to his sun and a moth to his flame. It was a force of two strings being tied together, red scarlet between your chests, binding you to each other. It wound tighter as you sought each other, but as his lips barely brushed your own, Bucky’s phone blared in the empty hallway and the string snapped. Your eyes shot open as you both jerked in surprise, pulling back, but remaining frozen in time, staring, and searching. His gaze held an ounce of disappointment as he slowly released his grip around your waist. His eyes followed you even when you could no longer bear their intensity, the fire burning in them reaching out to consume you. Turning aside as he answered his phone, you grabbed the food from his hand, motioning to the office you usually ate in and he nodded.

When the door shut behind you, you gasped for breath to steady your raging, wild heart, steadying yourself onto the sheet-covered couch. A soft laugh bubbled from your chest as you replayed the moment over and over, your fingers pressed to your lips to conceal the smile breaking through, but it still insisted on being seen. As emotions swirled in you, you began to unload the bag Bucky brought, pulling out buckets of Chinese food and set them on the table.

“That was Sam,” Bucky started quietly as he entered the room. “He got a lead on the extremist group I was telling you about…”

You nodded, but when he didn’t move from his spot at the door, you rolled your eyes, waving him over to sit beside you. “Get over here so we can eat before it gets cold,” you said, a teasing glimmer in your tone, and a smile peaking on your lips. A sigh left him, relieving the pressure in his lungs no doubt as he came and sat beside you, picking up a box of orange chicken.

“What’s the lead?”

“Just an informant…It looks a little shady, but it’s all we’ve gotten in a while, so we don’t want to risk leaving it alone.”

“When are you heading out?”

“Tomorrow evening. Apparently, the guy doesn’t want to risk being seen in the daylight or in town, so he’s meeting us just outside the city after dark.”

“It certainly sounds weird,” you chuckled, but then silence overtook the room, creeping in from the cracks of unspoken words and pushing as the tension thickened. And when the pressure rose, it crushed your heart, and so you spoke, “Hey, Buck?” and still, you froze again, but he understood the question in the air, in your eyes that refused to meet his. Bucky’s fingers reached across the little space between you, taking your hand into his own and brought them to his lips, caressing them with a kiss.

A sigh escaped you as you relaxed. His hand released yours and wrapped around your shoulders, encouraging you to lean back into the couch and rest your head against him. As you fell into his embrace, the tension eased.

A gentle kiss was pressed to your forehead before he spoke, “We both saw this coming for a while now…”

“Yeah, well…I guess we never really were just friends. There was always something else.”

Bucky snorted, “Like when you were drunk and told me one day you were going to jump my—”

You screeched, shoving your hand over his face, “Why did you bring that up?! You were not supposed to bring that up ever,” you shouted, slapping his chest as he laughed, “I finally burned that from my memory!”

“I didn’t realize you were such a lightweight,” he laughed.

“I don’t drink that often, so of course I’m a lightweight.”

Bucky could only shake his head, press a kiss to your temple, and pull you closer. “How about when I get back from the job, finish all the paperwork and shit, the next night I’ll take you out?” he mused, “A proper date, just the two of us—”

“I’d hope it’s just us,” you joked and he laughed, knocking you in the shoulder with his knuckles.

“Shhh, don’t interrupt, I’m trying to be sweet.”

“Oh okay, please continue…”

“Just the two of us somewhere nice, but not too quiet so we don’t get awkward, and we can talk about everything…”

“Sounds perfect,” you said, craning your chin up to meet his eyes and smiled.

~~~

There was something in the air the next evening. It was thick enough to choke you, and the shadows lingered on the walls a little too long only to be cast away sharply. The moon reflected off the pale white walls in the eerie silence and cast a frozen-like nature around the room. You should have gone up to your apartment hours ago, but with the inspiration and drive to finish your project, sleep evaded you. Besides, the coffee helped.

Music streamed from the speakers, but it wasn’t enough to drive out the anxiety welling in your stomach. Since the attack at your apartment, being alone had bothered you, left an uncomfortable feeling crawling on your skin and it didn’t seem to want to leave. Instead, the anxiety built up until you were jumping at every noise, every shift of the shadows in the room. Bucky’s presence or voice had always helped, but he was still out with Sam checking in on the extremist group informant.

When you first heard the popping, you were certain it was your mind playing tricks on you. It wasn’t until they got much louder did you pause the music.

“Tony?” You called out, “Bruce?” You thought they had gone home for the night. Pepper had dragged Tony out about two hours ago, and Bruce had dinner plans with Natasha so he left early to get ready. There shouldn’t have been anyone but the night shift there, but as a high pitch scream echoed and the laboratory's glass wall shattered, realization hit you ten fold. You hit the floor as you dropped, a scream dying on your lips as you scrambled to get under your desk. People marched into the room, several by the sound of the boots on the crushed glass.

“Secure,” a voice said, feminine and cold.

“Find Achilles Heel, then wipe the system. You’ve got six minutes before the security system comes back online.”

You shook under your desk, heart beating erratically, the holosphere containing your Achilles Heel program right above you, and if you could just—

A loud crash of tools had you jumping out of your skin and your head rammed into the top of your desk, and you froze just like the rest of the room. The silence echoed, and you swore your breathing was too loud, your heartbeat bouncing off the walls as loud as a train. A few words, then footsteps approached, glass crunching under their feet until their boots were directly in front of you. Your teeth dug into your lip as you fumbled the pocketknife from your pocket, only a second to spare as the person reached under the desk and seized your ankle. A sharp yank and you were pulled out with a scream, but the smirk on the woman’s face sunk as you barreled the knife into the back of her foot, straight for her Achilles tendon. As she began to drop, you twisted your hips, braced your leg up and kicked her throat. Not what you were aiming for, but that works.

She collapsed to the ground, choking and gasping for air, but more footsteps pounded toward you and when you looked out from the side of the desk, two men appeared and you were staring down the barrel of a gun. Instinct took over and you knocked the handgun from your face, grasping his wrist, spinning as you stood until his arm was twisted backward and using your back for the brace, rolled him over your shoulder. A distinct pop told of his displaced arm. Or a broken one, you weren’t sure.

A gun went off, and you jumped out of your skin as the breeze of the bullet swept across your cheek. Screeching as the soldier grabbed your arm, cursing an absurd vocabulary list at you, the palm of your hand shot to his nose, and to put it lightly, his list of obscenities increased dramatically.

“Son of a Bitch,” he shouted as blood trickled out of his broken nose, tears forming in the edges of his eyes as they began to water.

“So I’ve been told,” you said as you struck his throat and he began to choke, but as you delivered the final blow to a place the sun didn't shine very often, the cock of another gun set you frozen in place. Across the room, the last soldier stood with a semi-automatic, a bullet with your name ready in the chamber and your breathing stopped.

“We only came for your program, Y.n,” the man sneered, “But I’ve really got a mind to put you six feet under now.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that was peaking on your lips, though you couldn’t even begin to fathom its reason for existing. “What do you want it for?”

The man chuckled, “Who wouldn’t want a program that could tell them the weakness in any building? Given the right specifications of course.”

You shook your head, an idea sparked, but the warmth of the trails of blood on your fingers made you sick. The sound of the man’s shoulder popping out of place from earlier is ingrained in your ears. The feeling of crushing someone’s windpipe, breaking their nose is still searing your skin. It was agonizing.

“Where’s Achilles heel?” he asked, his patience for your antics ran out, and he raised his gun, aim centered on your chest. You turned back to your desk, your hands trembling as the little holosphere sat daintily there on the wood. Your projects, your life, everything you’ve worked for in the last several months. It held your secrets, your future, everything you were striving to create, all right there in that little damned box. Reaching for it, it was heavier than you remembered. You supposed it was the consequences that was weighing it down. Or maybe it was your life.

The woman from earlier was out cold on the floor, but her gun was still at her feet. As your breath shook, you gripped the sphere in your hands and turned back to the last man standing. You waved it in the air, and he laughed.

“Thank you. You’ve been of great service,” he said, lifting his gun and as he pulled the trigger, you dropped to the floor, hands scrambling for the woman’s gun and as the man cursed, he ran for you. The second he came into view, you fired. The jerk of the gun burned your wrists, and something snapped, but you shot again, and the look of pure surprise on his face was enough to make you puke. He fell to his knees and onto his side, blood seeping from his shoulder and stomach. Your hands trembled as you scampered back, bile on your tongue as you watched in horror.

The sound of your name died in the echo of the room, the panic in the voice, the rushing feet and the sound of glass being crushed. Everything faded out except for the man in front of you and the fear etching into his eyes. You were paralyzed to watch. When another hand gripped your shoulder from behind, you screamed, tossing your hands back and clawing and scratching at their face until both your arms were seized and you were forced to see your attacker.

Bucky sat there, his hands holding your arms as his eyes searched you wildly, and you stilled. Your breaths were ragged and sharp, but his cerulean blue eyes were much softer than you remembered, but that could have been the tears welling in the corners. His lips moved as he spoke, but no sounds hit your ears. Everything was drowned in a ringing ocean of nothing, but when he pulled you against his chest and lifted you up, faded whispers broke through.

“You’re gonna be okay...I’ve got you...It’s alright…” It was all chopped and scattered, but it was still his voice. It was James. The lights faded in and out as he carried you out of the room and down the hall. Your vision blurred, but even in your disorientation, you saw them. A night guard sat motionless on the floor, another further down, and eventually you couldn’t bear to watch and hid yourself in James's neck. The next thing you saw was the med bay as Bucky placed you on one of the beds and a doctor came rushing over. The look of pure fear in Bucky’s eyes as you remained motionless on the bed struck straight to your heart before everything went dark.

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When you woke, Bucky sat on the edge of your hospital bed, your hand in his as he traced gentle patterns into your palm. “James?”

Bucky’s eyes snapped to yours, and a smile broke through, “Hey sleepy head. How’re you feeling?”

“A little weird, but okay,” you mumbled as you say up with Bucky’s help. It took a moment before everything came flooding back to you, and the blood drained from your face. “H-how long was I out?”

“Just a little less than an hour. The shock pulled you under,” he said. In a moment of silence, his fingers traced your cheek, curving along your skin until he cupped your face. His breath shook as he leaned in and pressed his lips to your forehead, then another kiss to your temple, another to your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, your hands raising to hold his. Your wrist was bandaged with gauze, and it hurt to move, but still, you melted in his touch. His lips brushed against yours, tantalizing and soft, a peck, a promise, a future held with the love in his chest, shown with his lips upon yours. I love you. I'm glad you're safe. You scared me. I love you. Unspoken words were passed from his lips and seared onto yours with a single peck, and it made you realize just how infinite he was.

“When we got here and the lab was broken into, I —” he said, pressing his forehead to yours, but his voice cracked and you softened.

“I’m alright,” you whispered, ���I think, anyway,” you added with a soft chuckle.

“Doctor gave you a clean bill of health for the most part,” he said, pulling back. “Fractured wrist, small cut on your cheek, a little bruising. Nothing too bad.”

You nodded, but a rock dropped in your stomach when you recalled the events. “The man I shot…” you whispered, “Is—is he…?”

“He’s alive,” Bucky said, a sneer in his voice as he held your hands, “They all are.”

You sighed in relief. A life on your head wasn’t a weight you were sure you could bear. However, as Bucky began to speak, the door opened and in came Tony, Bruce with Nat, and followed by Sam.

“Since when can you fight?” Tony asked, a light smile in his voice after he saw that you were okay. “I don’t remember martial arts being one of your talents,” he joked, holding a tablet with the camera footage of the lab.

You shrugged, a smile peaking on your lips, “I was an actress before I came here. Stunt-double for some action movies. I had some training.”

Sam perked up, “What?! An actress?”

You laughed at his confusion and awe, “Yes.”

“That was not on your resume,” Tony added.

“I wanted to be taken seriously!” you defended, “I figured it wasn’t important to add acting to a resume I was sending to Stark Industries.”

“Okay, fair, but look at this,” Tony said, holding the tablet for you and Bucky to see the video.

Bucky hesitated, turning it from you, “I don’t think that’s—”

“No, I wanna see, it’s alright,” you said, and Bucky played the video. It shocked you to watch it over again, the scene unfolding from a safe distance and with people you trusted. What took you by surprise though, was how the entire event unfolded in a matter of a few minutes. You were swift on camera, quick and unflinching, completely unlike what you felt in the moment. It had lasted an eternity then, fear capturing every muscle and resisting every movement.

“I mean look at that,” Tony praised as you took down the third guy. You pushed the tablet away before you got to the last part, and the others said nothing to oppose. The video was stopped and the others teased you.

“I thought you were just brains, but damn,” Sam said, “You’ve got tricks up your sleeves.”

“Didn’t feel like it in the moment,” you chuckled shyly, and Nat stepped up.

“It never does, not in situations like that. But running on pure instinct with what you knew, that was pretty awesome. We’re all just glad you’re okay though.”

You smiled and the others relaxed on their praise and asked for your condition. Bucky answered with ease as you relaxed back in your bed. The questions all seemed endless, but eventually, they all left to let you rest, and with a clear from the doctor, Bucky walked you back to your apartment upstairs.

“So, an actress, huh?” Bucky said and you laughed.

“Yeah,” you said, brushing your short hair in the mirror above your dresser as Bucky sat on your bed, watching from a distance. “I doubled down in homework while I went to college. It was an accident really. A promotion here, a YouTube video there, next thing you know I’ve got a call and I was on stage performing. I never quit school though.”

“You’re just one wild mystery,” he smiled and you walked over to the bed and sat beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Intriguing, I hope.”

“Always,” he said.

A heavy silence filled the room, and you sank further against him. His fingers brushed along your hand as he took it to rest on his thigh. “I’m gonna teach you some more offensive attacks though. I can’t...” he said and his breathing wavered slightly, “I can’t go through that again.”

You nodded, nuzzling his shoulder, sighing heavily. “Could you—could you stay with me tonight? It can be just until I fall asleep, but I don’t think I can be alone right now.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, turning to kiss the top of your head.

“Promise?”

“Always.”

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Alpha!Uhsijima x Omega!reader

Warning: smut 18+

PATIENCE

Ushijima pulled you into his lap. Cuddling you as you tried to type an essay. His scent intruding on your nostrils. It made you clench and your slick began to make your panty wet. His rut was in a couple of days and the days leading up to it was unbearable. He had told you that his rut was very rare and you didn’t even think maybe it was because you started to live with him. Ushijima got really touchy. It was apart of his nature, so you didn’t complain. But how he went about it was rather annoying. At first he started sniffing you. Randomly. Coming up behind you and sniffing your hair or pushed your head to the side and sniffing your neck. If you woke up before him he’d sniff where you slept. You caught him doing it a couple of times. Then he progressed to following. No matter where you went, he followed. You weren’t even given privacy in the bathroom. He push his way in with you and act like he was doing something. Brushing his teeth, washing his face, any excuse he could use. If you kicked him out he’d wait right outside the door. He was like your shadow. Now it was touching, following and sniffing. He craved your closeness and loved when you said nice things to him when you two cuddled. But right now you needed concentration so you chose to ignore him as he held you. He didn’t like that though. He wanted your attention. His hand trailed up from your waist to your breast. You pushed it down. He put it back, you pushed him away, he did it again and you gently put his hand back to your waist. He let out an annoyed growl and groped you harshly. You hissed and slapped his hand away. “No!” You yelled at him. Ushijima was shocked. You had raised your voice at him a couple of times, only to speak up or if he hurt himself. Yelling at him to be careful, you took all of his injuries seriously. But you had never ever ever hit him. He nearly whimpered, instead he just grumbled to himself and dropped his forehead to your shoulder.

At night you’d set up the guest bedroom for him. He didn’t want to see you during his rut because he didn’t want to hurt you. He could tell his agitation and sexual instinct weren’t a good combination. So you set up his own space. Packing movies, jump mangas, a oil diffuser to calm his nerves some. You even brought a small fridge and packed food for him. He’d have to miss a cooked meal for a while. He loved your cooking. But you already decided to make his favorite meal once his rut was over. Tonight however something felt different. You woke up covered in sweat. You rushed to the bathroom and looked at your reflection. Disheveled from sleep and sweating all over. You didn’t understand why it was so hot. Your legs began to wobble as your thighs rubbed together creating a friction that had pleasure coursing through your body. No way, it was you. It was because of you he was going into a rut. His sniffing, he was smelling your slick and scent. He followed you out of protection and he touched you because it was like you were begging him. How could you not notice the signs. You went back to the room and grabbed your phone, charger, pillow and snuck his volleyball shirt out of the hamper. You rushed to the guest bedroom and locked the door. Barricading yourself instead of him. You immediately went to work on the room. Almost everything in here was his and he’s been in here a couple of times so his scent was very heavy in the room. But it felt a little uncomfortable since you never used this room to nest. But you had to make do with what you got. You fixed the blankets to your liking, put his shirt over a pillow and cuddled with it as if it was him.

“YN?! YN?!” Ushijima was practically banging on the door. It woke you out of your sleep. “Huh?” Dazed and confused from being woken up so suddenly. “YN let me in. Why’d you lock yourself in there?” He asked as he kept jiggling the door knob. “I need to be alone! Stay away!” You yelled behind the door. You checked your phone and saw it was 9 am. You got up and tumbled to the ground. Your body has literally just woken up from being asleep. Your nose hit the floor rather hard and began to bleed. “Are you okay?!” Ushijima asked. “Uh yeah. I just tripped.” You scurried to the connected bathroom and wiped the blood with a wet rag. “YN! Are you bleeding?! I smell blood! Let me in!” He bellowed. His hands banging and shaking the door knob. You then heard scratching and growling. Then silence, he must’ve left. You went back to your nest and nuzzled into the blankets. Unknowing when your heat would actually start. Could be in a hour or it could be tonight. You’d just have to wait it out.

Staying in the bed bored and tired you. Yawns escaped your mouth as you hugged your pillow and watched movies. Your head snapped to the door when you heard something being forced under the door. It was a card. You got out of the bed and picked up the card. Covered in hearts and pink, you opened it and read it.

‘I hope you’re okay. I went to the store to get you snacks, and got you a build a bear and scented it for you. It’s right outside the door just open it and get it.

-Toshi’

You folded the card and your heart fluttered at his thoughtfulness. But your fluttering heart stopped when you saw his shadow from under the door. He was waiting for you to open it. Nice try. You looked around for a pen and wrote:

‘Thank you but you’re not slick. I know you’re right behind the door. I locked myself in here for the both of us. Visit Satori.’

You pushed the card back under the door and waited. A hard punch landed on the door. You jumped and scurried back to bed. Was he really this scary during his rut? You knew he was possessive and clingy but this was just crazy. You liked it though. You still felt safe. Ushijima walked off while stomping his feet. Be by bo fum. You decided to sleep until your heat hit you fully. Shutting off the lights and television. You drifted off to sleep effortlessly with your ushijima pillow. Ushijima on the other hand was restless. He had to see you. His scent could be smelt from blocks away. He was getting so agitated and being in the same house didn’t help. He didn’t like going far. He could only think about you, what if someone can smell you?! He made sure to mask your scent with his. As much as his whole neighborhood complained he just couldn’t bare the thought of someone trying to get to you. Ushijima paced around the house. Anxiously biting his claws, growling, even sniffing the air just in case there was a change. He knew you needed to be alone but his instincts were to mate and that door wouldn’t hold for long.

You woke up whimpering. Panting heavily as your body got really hot. You moan unconsciously, humping the pillow and crying out. You quickly got undressed and tossed the blankets off of your body. You smelt Ushijima’s scent all over you and it drove you crazy. “Toshi!” You cried unconsciously. Calling for him. You heard clawing at the door and quickly tried to open it but you forgot you locked yourself in. You moaned and cried against the door. “YN where’s the key?” Ushijima asked you. His voice was gruff and almost like a growl. “I-i don’t know.” You whimpered. Your slick wet your legs and your breast ached to be touched. You missed his body on yours. You crawled back to bed and tried to ease your suffering. Your hands massaging your boobs, pulling your nipples. You moaned loudly hoping he could hear you. Ushijima’s vision went dark. But he came back to and punched a hole through the door. You jumped as you saw his hand clawing at the door trying to rip the door knob off. “Toshi stop,” You whimpered. He didn’t listen though. He kept clawing and breaking off parts of the door. His penis hurt so bad he couldn’t just let you be alone. He had to mate. You yipped and panted behind the door and he only got stronger. The door knob no longer attached to the door. He pushed the door open and watched you hump your pillow. Your body glistening with sweat and your body hotter than a 130° fever. You wanted to tell him to leave, but the more he stepped closer the more you wanted him. Was it pathetic? Your body craving him to touch you. Wanting all of his attention and needing his affection.

Ushijima gets in the bed and pushes you on your back. His tongue traces your collar bone and bites down on he junction between your shoulder and neck. Marking you. You whimper at the painful bite. He then kissed the bite. He removes his clothes over you getting just as naked as you were. Your eyes widen as you see his member. It was big, hard and throbbing. Ushijima leaned down again and spread your legs. Your body complient and obident to him. Looking at his face and then back to his dick, back and forth as he slowly pushed in. His nails digging into your skin as you stretched around him. His hips snapped against yours and you howled in pain. Thrashing under him and against the sheets. You may have been wet but he shouldn’t have pushed in so quickly. The pain made your stomach cave in. You pushed against his chest, your eyes bubbling with tears. He began to thrust his dick into you. His knot slowly enlarging as he pressed it just outside of your hole. You tiny claws scratched his chest and shoulders. He grabbed your wrist and pinned them above your head. You squealed when he went faster. Teeth bared and tightly clenched as your back arched and eyes rolled back. His free hand cupped your face and you looked at his face. He smiled softly and said something too low for you to hear. He was talking to himself or either your ears were clogged.

You teared rolled down your face as he slowed down. He released your wrist and sat up. His hands gently holding your hips, slowly thrusting in and out of your cunt. The squelching sound of his dick moving in and out of you made you more hot. His groans and tight face aroused you. He had to compose himself, hold himself back from giving you more pain. He didn’t want to hurt you, he was sorry he did but he’d make it up to you. He’d take care of your body and make you relieved of the sexual tension that courses through your body. He looks down at you, watching your body move under him with each buck of his hips. The mere sight of you made him want to go berserk, to just push his knot into you and release inside of you. Breed you, just how nature intended. But he had to enjoy this, enjoy the pleasure and purity of your body. Enjoy how you called his name, arched your back and moaned. Your hands holding the sheets trying to stop yourself from being pushed further up the bed, grasping each layer of fabric to help you get through it. His eyes gazing at your bouncing breast. The pleasure of it all sent waves of electricity through your body, it was beautiful. You felt your ache dying down but your stomach was bloating. And besides that how could you not notice how wet his body was. Dripping with sweat, glistening and flattering his body. You let go of the bed and reached up. He slowly leaned down and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Whispering into his ear how good he made you feel. A slight feeling of guilt in his heart, how he practically forced himself in here and on top of you. You didn’t mind though, you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. “Toshi~ please more. I can take more now.” You told him. Confident in yourself and your body. You could handle it. He stopped moving and lifted your body. He grabbed a pillow and place it under your butt, gently laying you back down. He brought your legs up over his shoulders, you felt him inching in deeper, you moaned and moved your arms. Your hands found his and you held them, fingers between fingers, intimately close. Silent and steady, he kissed your lips. Opening your mouth for him, letting his tongue dance with yours. Your vagina fluttered at the kiss. He grunted, your walls squeezing around his dick. Could you be any more perfect? You sighed into the kiss when he pulled out. Slowly pushing back in, shifting his body to be at a comfortable and pleasurable angle. When he found the right spot, he got faster. No longer kissing, grunting into your mouth as you gasped and moaned under him. His dick gently touching your cervix, enough to give you a dull pain and pleasured shocks through your body. Your hands squeezing his as he sped up. He moved his head to your neck and sniffed out your scent. Biting down on the gland and going faster, harder, rougher. His knot pressing right at your hole, threatening to be pushed in. His body couldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop.

“So good!” You praised him. Only able to say two or three words. Your mind filled with pleasure, lust and sexual drive clouding your judgement. You were all his and your body was eagerly open to him. Your stomach tightened. You felt yourself about to cum, but you didn’t want to just yet. You didn’t want to stop. Ushijima let go of your left hand and used his hand to find your clit. His thumb firmly rubbing your sensitive nub up and down. Forcing you to orgasm. “Don’t hold back baby. Cum for me.” He whispered into your neck. Licking your bite. Your body trembled, your orgasm rocked through you like you were going down a water slide. Your teeth clenched and he yelped as you tightened around him. Your body was so sensitive and he took that into consideration. You squeezed him into you. His hips stoped thrusting as he pushed his knot inside of you. Your slick made it easy to enter but it was still a bit painful. Like pins and needles. His cock throbbing inside of you as he came, holding onto you. Trying to control himself. Breathing heavily through his teeth. He hand quickly gripped the headboard, not wanting to hand your body. “Fuck!” He shouted. A tear fell down your face. Your stomach hurt, you felt full and exhausted. Your body limp under him. Both of you unable to move away from each other until his knot was gone. You whimpered when he lifted you up, flipping you on top of him so he wouldn’t suffocate you under his body. He helped your legs down, they were sore and very much dead. He brushed back your hair, lifting your head to kiss you gently, a thank you for allowing him to have you. To claim you as his. Your body relaxed over him, letting him softly massage your waist. “I love you.” You said as you snuggled into his neck, your exhausted body falling asleep. Faintly catching his “I love you too.”

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Drunk Thoughts and Feelings - SMAU*

Part 17

CorpseHusband x Fem!Reader

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You plop down on a stool at the kitchen counter, contemplating even answering the door.

First of all, it could just be a package. If anything, they’ll leave it at the door. No need for human interaction.

Second of all, you don’t want to answer the door. The only thing that can happen is the person at the door will keep ringing the doorbell or knocking, but eventually, they’ll leave.

Lastly, it could be Corpse. Corpse jokes around all the fucking time, but who’s to say he’s joking now? He lives in San Diego, and for all you know, he could live five minutes away from you. He did say he’s literally here.

Snapping you out of your thoughts, the doorbell rings. You get up to look through the peephole, making sure it’s not someone trying to rob you.

A tall, broad figure stands there, their head down. Their hair is dark and curly, fluffy too. They’re holding a small gift bag in their left hand, their right hand still on the doorbell. You look down to their hoodie, and your heart drops to your ass...

Slowly, you unlock the door, opening it up just a bit.

A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest, leaving you speechless. “I won’t rob you, Y/N.”

You open the door all the way, letting him in. You’d be your bubbly, outgoing self right now, but there was nothing that could’ve had you prepared enough for Corpse standing at your apartment door.

“Uh- sorry, I just didn’t expect this.” You gesture for him to sit on the stool next you.

“This is for you.” He passes the small gift bag to you.

“Corpse, I swear, if you wasted a shit ton of money on me...” You slowly open the bag, not wanting that to be the case.

Getting the small jewelry box out, you give him a stern look. He nods his head, urging you to open it faster. Finally, you open it. There’s a frog ring in it. Corpse puts his hand over the box and you see the matching one on his finger.

Honestly, the fact that he remembered the short interaction you guys had about frog rings means a lot to you - more than the gift itself.

“Can I give you a hug?” You ask him. He opens his arms, standing up from the stool. You jump into his arms, almost knocking him over. Corpse wraps his arms around you, radiating warmth and you feel safe in them.

Rae and Brooke walk in. Of course you’d forget to lock the door.

“Okay, wow! Hey, Corpse!” Rae places the bags of snacks down, Brooke following suit behind her.

Awkwardly, you and Corpse stop hugging. He rubs the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes. Cute.

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The fact that right now all of you are laughing your asses off, telling stories, talking about anything, and just getting through the night so quickly, it’s crazy. It’s crazy how comfortable everyone is with each other. You honestly thought it would take you a while to get used to Corpse being here, but you don’t want him to leave.

You guys have gotten through bottles of alcohol and now you’re all tired, completely worn out from all the laughing. Brooke and Rae head to bed.

“Thank you for having me, Y/N.” Before Corpse can get up from the couch, you stop him.

Slightly giggling, you hold him back. “You’re not driving drunk, dumbass.”

He sighs, leaning back into the couch. You watch as his eyes get heavier, his breathing becoming even.

“Come on,” While you are a lot smaller than he is, you still do your best to walk him to your room. You hold his arm around your shoulder, practically carrying him.

After what feels like ages, you reach your room. You carefully place him on your bed, letting him get comfortable.

“I didn’t bring any extra clothes.” Corpse slurs, opening his eyes slightly, only to be blinded by the lights in your room.

You burst into a fit of laughter as he covers his eyes quickly, complaining about how bright it is. You turn the lights off, leaving only your fairy lights on.

“You don’t need extra clothes, Corpse. Just go to sleep.” You grab a blanket from your closet.

Corpse opens his eyes fully. “Where are you going?”

“To the living room.”

“No, stay here.” He lifts up the blanket that had been placed on top of him, scooting over to create space.

You shake your head, “Corpse, I’ll be okay.”

“But I won’t be. Stay, please?” He juts out his bottom lip, and that might just be the cutest thing he’s ever done.

Knowing he’s drunk and that once he wakes up, he’ll forget any of this happened, you decide to get in next to him. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Honestly, you’d do anything to be able to experience this every night.

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Field Trip

A/N: I’ve been working on this pic for a while, I hope you guys like it :)

Pairing: Jake Sim x fem! reader

Word count: 5.2k

Genre: fluff, high school au

Warning: mentions of virginity loss and porn, occasional swearing, nothing else I think

“How many shirts should I take?” Jake asks you through your phone. 

“Uhm, we’re there for three days so take four just incase.” you reply and you pack your suitcase as well. 

You two were preparing for your five day field trip to New York which was happening tomorrow. 

You packed your favorite jeans and hoodies and even a dress just in case. You can't help but romanticize the hell out of New York after being stuck in this small town all your life. 

“How many pairs of underwear should I take?” he asks again and you giggle. He’s like a kid sometimes.  “How many times do you think you’ll change your underwear?” you say while sitting on your suitcase to get it to zip closed.

“Probably three but I’ll take four just in case.”

“What a quick learner.” you say and you hear him scoff. 

Jake has been your best friend since elementary school when you scraped your knee during tag and he took you to the nurse’s office. He’s been a sweetie since day one. 

“I doubt I’m gonna get any sleep tonight,” you sigh. “I’m too riled up.”

“Same,” he sighs. “I wonder how many flashers we’ll run into.”

You laugh. “Why is that the first thing you think of you creep.”

“Hey now,’ he chuckles. “I thought that was the stereotype.”

You hop onto your bed and pick your phone up, it looks like Jake’s doing the same. All you can see are his eyes and a bit of his nose bridge. His dark hair has started to grow out and it was poking at his eyelids. 

Your phone pings with a text from Jake. It’s a horrendous screenshot of you climbing over your phone to get into bed. You gasp.

“I’ll kill you.” you tell him as he’s holding in his laugh. “I will do it.”

His laugh bursts out of his throat, jolly and warm. “Why I love it.”

“I hate you so much. Delete it.”

“No way,” he bunches his brows. “You have an entire photo album dedicated to bad pictures of me.”

“And I also have an entire album dedicated to good pictures of you.” you roll your eyes.

“You do?” he asks. “That’s a bit fangirly of you.”

“Me? A fangirl? Maybe Madeline but not me.” you scoff.

“Madeline?” his voice perks up. “She likes me?”

“Yeah, I thought you knew this.” you swear that you’ve brought this up before. Maybe he just forgot. 

“Nuh-uh.” he says.

“Well...” you say. “do you like her back.”

“I mean she’s nice but,” he hesitates. “not really.”

“Why not? She’s smart and super pretty. I'm so jealous of her hair.” you say. Madeline was a tan ginger girl with curly fiery hair down to the small of her back. 

“You have nice hair.” he says nonchalantly. 

You touch it and rub it between your fingers. “It’s whatever.”

He scoffs. “You’re too hard on yourself all the time.”

“I’m a teenage girl, I can’t help it.” You defend yourself, but he isn’t lying. 

“I’m bored, can I come over?” he says suddenly. 

“Tonight? We have school tomorrow.” you reply. 

“Maybe I’ll just sleep over.” he says while turning over in his bed. “I don’t think our parents would care.”

Sleepover? You two hadn’t done that since you turned eleven. 

“Where would you sleep?” you ask him, already imagining how this would go.

“I don’t know on the floor.” he shrugs.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor I’ll feel bad.” you argue.

“I don’t care, I’m the one who suggested it, plus I miss you dude, I wanna hang out.” he says and you smile.

“I saw you on Friday.”

“Yeah, a whole two days ago.” he gets up off his bed. “Okay I’ll be there in ten.”

“What-” you start but he cuts you off.

He brings the camera up close to his face and he flashes you a smile. “Bye!” he hangs up. 

Your palms feel a bit sweaty and you brush them off on your pants. Why am I nervous? You guys have had plenty of sleepovers before but the rest of the boys were always there, probably passed out from beer or a sugar crash. 

You tidy your room up a bit and prepare a little blanket bed on the floor right next to your actual bed. 

You hear knocking at the door right when you expected, Jake was hardly ever late. 

“Hola~” he says as he walks in with his backpack on. He takes his shoes off before skipping over to your room. You giggle to yourself. 

He falls back onto your bed with a big sigh. “I missed being here.” 

“Why? There’s nothing cool here. Your house is way cooler.” you say and he smiles.

“Well I can’t deny that,” he shrugs and you punch him in the arm. “you’re the one who said it.”

“We get it rich boy.” you roll your eyes and sit down next to him.

“I’m just playing,” he sits up. “you know that.”

“I hope you showered after practice,” you say. “I don’t want you stinking up my bed.”

He whips his head to you, looking a little bit offended. “I am very clean alright? Here smell my hair.” he shoves his head into your face. 

You let out a strangled noise and try to push him away. “Okay, okay!”

“No smell it,” he keeps his hair up in your face, it’s tickling your nose. “smells like mangos right.”

Admitedly, he's right. It smells like mangos.

“Yes it does,” you squeak out. “now please respect my personal bubble.” you spread your arms out and create an imaginary bubble between you two. He tries to tug at your arm but you bellow in a robot voice. “PERSONAL BUBBLE PERSONAL BUBBLE.”

“Fine, fine.” he falls back onto your bed again, laughing. “Lets watch something.”

You follow suit and tug your laptop into your lap. 

“Hold on,” you get up and close your window, it was starting to get too cold.

You shimmy under your covers and pull up Netflix.

“Scary movie?” you click on the horror section.

“Sure but you probably won’t be able to sleep.” he teases and you roll your eyes. 

“That was years ago.” you start to scroll through the movies. 

“Mhm, and I’m never letting you live it down.” he says with pride. 

During freshman year the gang decided to go to Jay’s house to watch It together and it freaked you out so much that you went to sleep in the boys room rather than the guest room. 

You click on Hush, a movie you’ve been avoiding because it’s about one of your biggest fears, a home invasion. 

“I thought you hated this movie.” Jake says, crossing his arms.  “I do, but I need to face my fears eventually right?” you click on it and get up to turn the lights off. 

Jake soon gets under the covers as well. You both cringe and slap each other every time your feet touch. 

“Yo yo yo yo watch out!” Jake whispers and pulls his hood over his head, something you both do when you’re nervous. You weren’t wearing a hoodie so you settled with a spare blanket and draped it over yourself like a cloak. 

“Oh shit,” you whisper. “look behind you!” you yell at the main character. 

By the end of the movie both of your bodies are stiff and sore from being so tense for two hours straight. 

“I thought she was gonna die.” you sigh and you shut your laptop. 

“Nah, they couldn’t kill the main girl.” Jake says, comfy and cuddled up in your duvet. “She was so smart.”

“Yeah she was.” you yawn and then kick Jake in the side. “Go to your bed.”

He groans. “It’s warm here though.”

“Go and I’ll make pancakes tomorrow.” you say.

He perks up and follows your orders. 

You relax into your mattress, but you miss his warmth next to you. You ignore that. 

Your alarm goes off at 6:30 and Jake sleeps right through it. 

“How the hell does he get up in the morning?” you whisper. “Probably Leila.”

He’s sleeping on his side, cuddling a stuffed animal he must’ve stolen from your bed while you were asleep.

You stretch your back before washing up. 

Jake’s POV

My serene sleep is interrupted by pokes at my shoulder. 

“Get up poop.” she says. I almost forgot that I was at her house. I crack my eyes open to find her crouching next to me. 

“Good morning.” I croak out.

“You stole ginger.” she points at the stuffed bunny in my arms. 

“I was lonely.” I say before sitting up and rubbing my eyes. “What time is it?”

“7:30,” she says holding in a giggle. “go wash up so we can eat.”

“What’s so funny?” I ask her as she walks away. “You’ll see when you look in the mirror.” she says.

My eyes widen. Did she draw a dick on my forehead or something? I thought we swore to never do that.

I scramble to her bathroom to meet some gnarly bedhead. I have no clue how guys have good messy hair, my hair is either boring and flat or just messy. 

“Jesus.” I say to myself and try to run my head under the sink. 

I brush my teeth and secretly use her facial cleanser. 

“So fancy.” I whisper while lathering it up on my face. 

I can already hear her voice in my head when I’m drying off saying “don't forget to put lotion on, and face lotion, not body.”

A stack of pancakes is waiting for me in the kitchen, just as she promised. 

“Thank you mom.” I say to her before digging in.

She sits across from me with her own plate of flap jacks. She looks so pretty this early in the morning. Her face is fresh and sparkly and her eye bags somehow just make her prettier. It’s cloudy out and I can tell she’s cold she way her body is bundled up in her chair. 

I still remember the moment I realized that I liked her. It was seventh grade and we were at our town’s annual fair. She got a bit sick after a ride with a lot of loopdey loops so I stayed behind with her while the rest of the boys continued to go on every ride they pleased. She told me to go with them and that she didn’t want me to miss out but I said that it was fine and that I liked hanging out with her anyway. She smiled her bright smile at me and rested her head on my shoulder for a moment. Then she threw up on my shoes. Like projectile cotton candy, funnel cake, and other miscellaneous fair food vomit. And I didn’t even get that mad, I was more concerned for her. After that I figured I liked her, because if it were Jay I would’ve beat him up. 

“Did you have any nightmares?” I ask her and she shakes her head.

“Nah, I dreamt that Sunghoon married a dolphin. It was weird.” she sighs.

I choke on my pancakes. “A dolphin?”

“Yeah,” she laughs. “his name was Jerry.”

“And it was a guy too?” I hold my chest, trying not to choke.

“Don’t judge their interspecies homosexual marriage. It was beautiful.” she laughs and takes a big gulp of water.

I’m almost crying at this point. “Best dream ever. I can’t wait to tell Sunghoon this.”

“No!” her eyes widen. “He’s gonna think I fantasized about it or something.”

“What?” I cock an eyebrow. “Everyone knows that dreams are uncontrollable sometimes.” “Still it’s weird. Imagine if someone told you that I dreamt of you marrying a dolphin. It’s be weird.” she says through a mouth of pancake. 

“Did they have kids?” I cackle,

“I don’t know. How would that even work?” 

“Maybe they had a surrogate or something.” I suggest.

“Oh god,” she shakes her head, smiling. “we need to stop. I feel like I'm violating him.”

“Alright, alright.”

“Should I wear this shirt or this sweater.” she asks me as we’re getting ready in her room. 

“Sweater. It’s probably gonna be cold.” I say while tugging socks on. 

“Shit you’re right. Then I won’t be able to wear this dress.” she holds up a little dress that flows out a bit from the waist. 

“Bring it anyway and maybe you can wear it for a second so I can take pictures for you.” I suggest and she smiles. 

“Good idea.” 

We both settle of hoodies and jeans and say goodbye to her parents before hopping in my car. 

We get to school right when people start getting on the bus to the airport. We throw our luggage into the bottom carrier and get in line. 

“Yo!” I hear a familiar voice call as we get on. “We saved seats for you guys.”

Jay, Sunghoon, Heeseung, Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki have already gotten comfortable in the back of the bus. Niki was already asleep. Y/N couldn’t help but pat his head before settling down next to Jungwon. The bus wasn’t a school one but one of those fancy ones they bring out once a year. 

I sit down next to Sunghoon and dap him up. 

“What’s up.” I say while putting my backpack down by my feet. 

“Tired.” he says. “Valentina kept me up all night.”

I raise an eyebrow and he smirks. 

“For real?” I ask and he nods. “No way.”

“Yeah way.” he says and holds up a fist.

I fist bump him and pat him hard on the shoulder. 

“You’re a man now Sunghoon.” I congratulate him and he snickers. 

“What does that make you then?” 

“I’m taking my time alright? I’ll get there eventually.” I say, a little embarrassed. 

I look back to check out what she’s doing when we start to drive off. She’s fast asleep with her cheek pressed against Jungwon’s shoulder. He looks like he’s about to dose off too. Cute. 

Sunghoon and I watch a couple episodes of Death Note before we arrive at the airport. Sunoo shakes Y/N and Jungwon up. 

She’s still groggy as we walk into the airport and grabs onto my arm for leverage. My heart jumps a little. It’s not often that we touch despite how much I think about touching her. I could stare at her back all day. She could ignore me for the rest of my life and I’d still be happy to be in her presence. Mental note to all of you: do NOT let your feelings get to this point.

Soon we’re on the plane and she chooses to sit next me. I silently celebrate. Sunoo and Sungoon behind us, Heeseung and Niki next to us, and Jay and Jungwon in front of us. Sunoo pokes his head over her seat.

“Do you have chapstick I can borrow.” he asks with his blonde hair flopping over his forehead. 

She digs into her bag and hands him a small tin of lip balm.

“Thank you!” he says and she nods. 

“Are you that tired?” I ask her.

“Mhm,” she sighs and shuts her eyes. “I forgot to drink coffee this morning.”

I put in my AirPods and start to watch Lady Bird. She looks over and takes an AirPods out of my ear. 

“I wanna watch too.” she say and puts it in her own. 

We take off for the six hour trip and soon Y/N is sound asleep. Her head kept dropping forward so I pushed it up and pulled it to rest on my shoulder. This was not on purpose. I can’t help but snap a picture of her and add it to the good pictures of her album. She looks so peaceful and comfortable and gorgeous. I lay my head on hers for a moment before continuing the movie. 

Y/N’s POV

After two hours of unsatisfying sleep, and hour of gossip with Sunoo, and three hours of chit chat with Jake you finally arrive. You sit up and stretch as best as you can in the plane. You pull you backpack onto my back and get you luggage down from the overhead bin. It’s already five p.m. when we get off and your stomach is growling. 

We take another bus to the hotel and you can’t help but admire the city life as we drive there. 

You’re roomed with two other girls at the hotel but you don’t even bother unpacking. You know you’re gonna be in the boys’ room anyway.

Mrs. Gilroy gave us tonight to do whatever we wanted as long as we were back at the hotel by ten p.m. 

You sneak into Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon’s room as soon as you can. And when you get there, it’s already a mess.

“Good lord.” you say as you’re met with clothes all over the floor and mini bottles of liquor on the beds.

“You guys are drunk already?” you scrunch your nose and drop your stuff in a corner of the room.

“No.” Sunghoon says to you lazily with a little smirk on his face. You can’t help but giggle. Sunghoon is pretty adorable when he’s drunk. 

“Are you drunk too?” you turn to Jake and he shakes his head. His pink cheeks give him away though. “You’re all bad liars.”

“Lets go swim.” he says excitedly. 

“There’s a pool? I didn’t bring a swim suit.” you say, bummed.

“Can we go later, I’m hungry.” Jay says and you agree.

“Me too.” 

Jake tugs at your arm. “Come on~ we can order room service or ask Jay to get us something.”

“We can get you guys something.” Sunghoon says, pulling a hoodie over his head. 

“Please?” Jake looks at you with shiny eyes. He’s and adorable drunk too.

You purse your lips and sigh. “Fine. But I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Just wear shorts and a shirt.” Jake says as he tugs his swim trunks out of his suit case.

“I didn’t bring shorts because you said it was gonna be cold.” you complain, crossing your arms. 

“Uhm,” he stops for a moment. “you can wear my boxers then.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Huh?”

“What?” he looks at you. “They’re basically shorts. And they’re clean.”

You hesitate but then comply as always. He tosses you a pair of black Calvins.

You steal one of Jay’s shirts and make your way into the bathroom to change. You’re wearing a simple cotton bralette which should be fine for the pool. You bundle up the rest of your old clothes and stick them behind your backpack before heading out with Jake. 

The pool is empty and huge and is only light by the lights inside. 

“It’s so cold.” you rub at your arms as Jake sets your towels down at a seat.

“I’m sure the pool is heated.” he says and dips a toe in. “Yeah, it’s warm.” Before you can even reply, he tugs his shirt off and canon balls in. You turn your face to avoid getting splashed.

“How is it?” you call out as he emerges from the water. He shakes his hair around like a dog. 

“It’s warm so come in, you look funny standing there.” he teases and you roll your eyes. You kick your sneakers off and try to make a peaceful jump in but you didn’t realize you were in the deep end. It takes you a moment to get your senses together and swim to the surface.

“Why is it deep?” you say, a bit out of breath. 

Jake giggles at you. “Remember when we used to play and you were the mermaid and I was the-”

“Turtle companion.” you finish his sentence. “Yes, as clear as day.”

“Why couldn't I be a mermaid too? Why was a I a lame turtle.” he fusses.

“I’m sorry okay?” you laugh. “I was a mean child.”

“Yeah you were. I’ll never forgive you for shoving that clump of dirt in my mouth.” 

You burst out laughing, flailing your arms in the water to try to stay afloat. “You deserved it!”

“I did not!” he protests. 

“You cheated in handball! It was one hundred percent deserved.” you say, swimming over to him.

“I barely cheated!” he calls out, starting to swim away from you.

“Barely? I would’ve won and been champion of our grade if you hand’t pulled that shit!” you say, still laughing and swimming after him.

“Why are you chasing me?” he says while hopping around the pool where he can touch the ground.

“So I can shove another clump of dirt in your mouth.” you try your best to get him but your heavy cotton shirt is holding you back. You don’t let it stop you though. 

You finally get to him and tug his arm. He yells as you push him underwater. He finds the ground though, and shoots up soon after. 

“Are you trying to drown me?” he looks at you, astonished but giggly. 

“Maybe.” you shrug before tackling him again. It had been a while since you two wrestled like this. 

You’ve got him under water for a bit until he finds your rib cage and plunges you in. It’s hard to hold your breath while you’re laughing. You feel around for him and pinch his thigh only semi hard. He lets you go after that. 

“I won!” you celebrate with your fists in the air.

“You used pain, that isn't fair.” he rubs at the area that you pinched. 

“Don’t be a sore loser. I won fair and square.” you cross your arms.  “Fine.” he admits his defeat. “that pinch hurt though, come kiss it better.”

Your face twists. “Nuh uh.” you say plainly. 

“Please?” he asks. “I will drown myself right now.” You laugh at him. 

“I will do it!” he insists.

“Okay, okay! I’m not to going to kiss your leg you weirdo but I’ll give you a hug.” you float over to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I even pinched you lighter than I normally would.”

“I’m sensitive.” he says into your neck and you giggle. 

His arms feel so right around your waist and you struggle to decide when to let go, so you just don’t, and neither does he. He holds you decently tight and you feel him pat your back. 

You’ve hugged plenty of times before but it felt a little different this time. Probably because you’re pressed up against his bare skin. It makes you feel a bit sheepish. 

You pull away from him. “Feel better now?” 

He nods with a smile. His cheeks are pink, but this time it’s not from the liquor. 

Jake’s POV

I can’t help but feel disappointed when she lets go of me. 

I shouldn’t have patted her back that's a dad thing to do. 

Her makeup has started to run down her face which makes me giggle.

“What?” she asks.

“Your mascara is making you look crazy.” I say and her hands fly to her face.

“Shit I forgot I had it on.” she attempts to wipe it away but all it does is smear it across her face. 

“Here,” I say and float over to her. “I’ll help you.” this was not on purpose.

I hold her face as gently as I can in my hands and rub the runny mascara off with my thumbs. I dip my fingers into the water to get all of the bits off. 

I want to kiss her so badly, but I know that I’ll never do it. Sometimes I get irritated at myself for not being able to confess. I think Jay and Sunghoon get irritated about it too. 

“You talk about her all the time man just ask her out.”

I don't know why I can’t do it. If she rejects me she’ll do it nicely and things would go back to normal pretty soon. But I don’t think I could live knowing that my feelings would never be reciprocated. Sometimes I get a feeling that she likes me too but I can never be too sure. 

“All gone.” I say and she thanks me. 

She lets her self float on her back. She has a small smile on her face and she’s so pretty I could cry. There have been multiple times where I nearly cried over how much I like her.

“What are your thinking about?” I ask.

“You know I never know how to answer that.” she bleats. “My mind always goes blank when you ask.”

“Well try to remember what you were thinking about then.” 

“Us.” she says plainly.  “Us?” I questioned. “What about us?” “I don’t know, just how I met you guys and how happy I am to be friends with you all.” she says. 

Oh. She meant all of us. 

“Yeah me too.” I agree, trying not to sound down. “Who’s your favorite?”

She snorts. “I don’t have a favorite.”

“Of course you do,” I say. “and it better be me.”

“Why would it be you?” she jeers. 

I frown. “Because we met first.”

“I’m kidding, of course you’re my favorite.” she admits.

“And why is that?” I egg her on and she rolls her eyes. 

“Because we met first.”

I sigh. “Is that all?”

“Mhm.” she says. 

Y/N’s POV

You’re met with InNOut that Sunghoon and Jay got and also a room full of teenage boys. The younger ones were laying on their stomachs on a bed together, watching something on a laptop. Sunghoon and Jay were trying to watch t.v. You say trying because of the furious clicking on the remote. 

“What the hell are you guys trying to do?” you and Jake plop onto the one empty bed.

“Trying to find the porn.” Jay grumbles.

“Infront of the children?” you look over at the younger ones.

“They don’t care they’re watching YouTube.” he says, still clicking. 

You take a bite of your burger. “You have an endless arena of porn on your phone why do you want the t.v. one?”

“The t.v. makes it special.” Sunghoon says. 

“Weird.” you mutter to yourself.  “They’re probably gonna make you pay for it too.” Jake chimes in. 

“Do you think it’ll go to the school’s credit card or whatever?” Jay asks with wide eyes.

“I don't know but if it does they’ll know it’s from our room.” he says through a full mouth. 

You grab pajamas out of your bag and head to the bathroom to shower. 

You come out feeling fresh and the younger ones have gone back to their room now. 

“My turn,” Jake says, walking into the bathroom. 

You sit next to Sunghoon on his bed and start scrolling through your phone. 

“Should I get this sweater or this one.” he holds his phone up to you and shows you light blue sweater and a black one.

“Second one.” you say.

“Really?” he questions. “I feel like it’ll make me look emo.”

“You should become emo honestly. It would look good.” you reply and he chuckles. 

“You’d have to help me with my eyeliner every morning.”

“Yeah,” you giggle “wait can I do it right now? I wanna see how you’d look.”

“Right now?” he cocks a brow and you nod. “Okay but don’t give me raccoon eyes.”

“I won’t I won’t.” you rush over to your bag and bring your make clutch to the bed. 

“Hold still.” you tell him as you give him smokey winged liner.

“It tickles.” he says, trying not to blink too much.

“Beauty is pain.” you clean up the wing with your nail. 

In a couple minutes you’re done. “Finished." you say.

“Lemme see.” he grabs a hand mirror from your clutch and holds it up to his face. “Hold on. This looks kinda good.”

“Right?” you had to admit it; he looked gorgeous.

“Why are you so pretty?” Jay says from his bed. 

Soon Jake came out of the shower and it was hard to deny how good looking he is especially with his damp hair. How could someone make a t-shirt and sweats look so good? He dumps his laundry by his bag. 

“Does Sunghoon have makeup on?” he asks, settling onto his bed.

“Yeah doesn’t it looks nice?” you ask and he agrees. 

“Y/N are you gonna sleep here or in your room.” Jay asks.

“I thought I would just sleep on the floor here.” you suggest and he furrows his brows. 

“No that’s mean. Share a bed with someone.”

“You should sleep with Jake.” Sunghoon elbows you in the side and you shoot him a dirty look. “We all know he wants you to anyway.”

“Fuck off Sunghoon.” Jake looks over at him with a piercing stare, a contrast to his pink cheeks. 

“Is it okay if I do?” you ask him and he nods.

“Yeah for sure.”

Sunghoon snickers. 

“I hate you.” Jake scowls. 

After a couple hours of watching movies and horsing around it’s nearly midnight and your eyes are getting heavy. 

You crawl under the covers and scroll on your phone a bit before trying to sleep. Despite how tired you are it’s hard to sleep with the boys chatting and snickering to each other. 

“Can you guys quiet down?” you ask them.

“Sorry.” Jay says. 

After maybe an hour of sleep, you feel someone get on the bed. Probably Jake, you think to yourself. His little sighs as he gets comfortable are cute. 

“You awake?” he whispers. 

“Mm?” you turn on your side to face him. “Yeah.”

“Cool.” he says. The room is dark but the moonlight helps you make out the outline of his face. 

‘What’s up?” you ask.

“Nothin.” he says and you giggle.

“Okay weirdo. Go to bed.” you close your eyes, stilling facing him though. 

“I’m not tired.” he says.

“Count sheep.”

“That never works for me.” he sighs. “Sing me to sleep.”

You try to slap him in the arm but you end up hitting his face. “Oh shit sorry!”

“Ow!” he whines. “Why do you keep hurting me?”

“It was an accident!” you whisper and rub at his cheek a bit. 

“Now I actually deserve a hug.” he pouts and you roll your eyes.

“You are not five years old.”

“I still want the hug.” he says plainly and you sigh.

“Fine.” you scooch over to him and pull him into your chest. You pat his back. “There there. Better now?”

He shakes his head. “It still hurts.”

“You’re embarrassing yourself.” you scoff. 

“I have no shame when it comes to your affection, you should know that by now.” he smiles.

You feel his arm fall over your waist and his hand slide up your back. It gives you goosebumps.

You’re cuddling with him. You guys are cuddling right now. You think to yourself. No you’re not, you’re just...hugging. Right?

Jake pulls away to look at you. “I need to tell you something.”

“Are you gonna say your mom again?” you ask and he shakes his head. 

“No,” he says giggling. “it’s something for real.” 

“Okay what is it?”

He takes a sharp inhale. “I like you.” he winces. 

Your heart jumps a bit. “I know.”

“What?” he laughs.  “You’re very obvious about it.” you chuckle.  “Are you rejecting me?” he asks and you shake your head. 

“I would never.” you pull him in by the back of neck and push your lips against his.

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Giving: Acts of Service 

Artem glanced up at you sitting across the table. You’d invited him over on a day off to work on some of the NXX cases you’d been trying to work on together. However, looking at you in front of him, he seemed concerned. 

“Is there something bothering you?” Artem asked. You looked up from the file in your hand, Artem must have noticed the way you were fidgeting with your pen, or how your jaw was clenched. Sighing softly you put the file down on the table. 

“I’m alright.” You said, leaning back in your chair. “I guess I’m just a little tired.” Artem set his pen down and looked over at you. 

“Are you sleeping enough?” You shrugged. 

“With all these cases I’m working on there hasn’t been much time to sleep. I get what I can.” You told him, however based on the way he was eyeing you it didn’t seem that your explanation really did much. “I’m fine. Really.” Lifting up your files again you resumed your note taking, avoiding Artem’s piercing gaze as you did so. 

His gaze didn’t leave you, even after several long moments. Biting your tongue you avoided meeting his eyes. “How about we take a break.” Artem said, while he carefully took the file from your hands. You attempted to reach back for the file, but Artem kept it from your grasp. “I think we could both use a break.” 

Biting your tongue you leaned back against your chair, clearly Artem wasn’t going to relent, and maybe he had a point. You stretched your arms above your head. “Fine. I guess you’re right.” 

“I think I’m starting to get hungry.” Artem said, standing from his chair. “Would you like something to eat?” 

“I could go for something to eat.” You shrugged, your words interrupted by a long yawn. Covering your mouth as you did. Artem watched you, taking in your face. 

“I’ll get us something. In the meantime you should go and rest.” Artem said. 

“Are you sure? I could get food for us.” 

Artem shook his head. “I’ll take care of it. But what you need is some sleep, go get some rest and I’ll wake you up when food is ready.” 

Briefly you considered arguing with him, you didn’t want him to think you were taking care of yourself, or that you needed him to take care of you, but the way he was looking at you, and the way you could feel your body start to grow heavier, you didn’t decide it would be worth arguing about it with him. 

You trudged up to your bedroom, staying quiet to listen for Artem as you crawled under your covers. He seemed fairly quiet except for the occasional sound of him walking around or shuffling the files on the table. However after a while you gave up trying to figure out exactly what he was doing, as your eyes fell closed and you drifted off not too long afterwards. 

The warm smell of food cooking woke you up. Feeling around for your phone you noticed you’d been asleep for almost two hours by this point, much longer than you’d originally thought. Sitting up in bed you shook your head to shake the rest of the sleepiness. How could have you been asleep for so long? Didn’t Artem say he’d wake you up when he had the food? 

Sitting there the smells coming from downstairs got stronger. It smelled like something was in the oven, or something was being cooked on the stove. You’d expect that Artem would have ordered take out, or would go to pick up something.

Dragging yourself from your bed you checked yourself in your bedroom mirror. You looked a bit disheveled from your nap but still looked at least somewhat put together still. Soothing out your clothes you made sure you looked presentable before going back downstairs. 

Artem stood in front of the stove attending to whatever was being cooked. Looking around your kitchen you could tell he must have been preparing a full meal.

“You’re cooking?” You asked him. Artem looked over his shoulder at you, taking a step to the side to see you better, but also allowing you a good look at the stove. A large pot boiled with what looked like some kind of soup. A skillet was sizzling on the burner next to the pot, and the oven on with what looked to be some kind of bread baking. 

“I said I was going to make some food for us.” Artem said, returning his attention to the bubbling pot. 

“I guess I thought you meant you were going to go and get us takeout or something. I hadn’t expected all of this.” You motioned to the stove. “Where’d you get the ingredients too, I know for a fact there’s practically nothing in my cupboards.”

“You don’t have much that’s true, but I left briefly and picked up a few things at the grocery store down the road.” He stirred the soup and checked the sizzling meat on the skillet. “It’s almost done, I also got some bread to go with it that’s still baking.” Your mouth watered at the sights. 

“You really didn’t have to do all this. This is way too kind.” You said but Artem shook his head in reply. 

“I prefer to cook my meals myself, it’s healthier than going out for takeout.” He said. “I also made sure to prepare extra, so you can have this soup for the next few days too.” 

Struck silent you just watched him for a minute, trying to wrap your mind around everything he’d just done for you. Noticing your silence Artem raised his brow at you. “Are you upset? I promise I didn’t mean to invade your kitchen-” You shook your head to cut him off. 

“It’s not that I’m just.” You started, sighing contently. “You’re just very sweet Artem.” Artem didn’t speak, his face beginning to turn shades of red. 

“I’m just worried you don’t eat enough, I see what you eat at work. I know you’re busy and don’t like cooking.” He said. You approached the stove, looking at everything he’d been working on while you slept. While he’d told you to rest and care for yourself. 

Artem watched you, his eyes clearly on you as he examined your face and expressions. “This is almost done then we can eat.” He said, clearing his throat. You nodded and set the files on the table aside. You stole a few glances at Artem and the redness crawling up his face. 

“If you’d like.” Artem said, breaking the short silence. “I’d be willing to cook for you more often.” 

Grinning at him, you nodded. “I’d love that.” 

So would he. 

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Receiving: Quality Time 

Artem tapped his fingers on his desk. He’d been at this case now for the last few hours, normally these types of cases were quick to make notes of, and even quicker to create arguments based on the evidence, but this one had taken up more time than he would have liked. 

The knock on his office door pulled him out of his mind, grabbing his attention. “Come in.” He said, glancing at this computer he didn’t have any meetings scheduled for right now. So it must be someone from the office. 

You entered his office after he’d called out to you. Waving hello to him as you crossed over the threshold. “I know you’re busy but I had a bit of a question for you.” Artem leaned back in his chair. 

“What’s your question?” 

“Well it’s not about work.” You clarified. Artem’s brow was raised, but he motioned for you to continue. “When I was on my way to work I saw a flyer for a film festival that’s happening in town this weekend. And I know you like movies and reviewing them so I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go together this weekend?” 

“You would want to go to a film festival with me?” 

You nodded. “I would! I don’t know a whole lot about movies but I know you like them! I thought it might be fun to spend some time together.” 

Artem sat quietly for a short moment before he spoke again. “I would like to go with you.” Artem said, lips pulling into a small smile. “I could pick you up on Saturday if you’d like?” You’d nodded happily, and told him you were looking forward to it. To which Artem agreed, as he tried to hide just how excited he was.

As agreed, Artem picked you up from your apartment that weekend. He was wearing a sweater and trousers, not something you were used to seeing Artem wear.  

“It’s nice to see you dressed more casually.” You said. “I feel like I hardly see you outside of work or NXX. It’s nice to see you like this.” 

Artem attempted to hide how the complement made his face flush red the smallest amount. “It’s nice to see you too. Are you ready?” 

“Yep! I’m ready to watch some films.” You said, settling into the car seat. “Although I’m no movie buff like you are.” 

“That’s fine.” Artem said. “You can enjoy the films without needing to know much about the film.” You smiled at him. 

“I wouldn’t mind you teaching me some things about them either.” 

Artem smiled, just enough to let you see. “And I’ll happily do that.” 

You followed Artem’s lead, letting him look through the lists of films being shown that day. On the drive he’d mentioned reading up on a few of the movies being shown, but that he also had wanted to go in mostly blind. 

“So, what do you think looks good?” You asked, glancing over his shoulder. 

Artem adjusted his hand so you could read the list better, pointing to a few showings. “These films look like they have some promise to them. And this one has a question and answers session with the director after. I think you might like this one.” 

“I’m interested!” You said. “I trust your judgement.” 

“You don’t have to agree just because I mentioned it, you can also suggest what you would like.” Artem said. 

Shaking your head you smiled at him. “But I do trust you! Besides, I mostly wanted to come here to get to spend some time with you.” You explained. “I don’t like films that much, but you do and I wanted to do something you like with you.” 

Artem searched your expression for honesty. Finding your words the complete truth. In his chest his heart started to race. Clearing his throat he tried to get himself back under control, still despite his efforts you saw how his face got hotter. 

“Well.” Artem said once he could form words. “I’m glad you wanted to spend this time with me.” He looked at you sincerely, admiring the way you looked at him. “Let’s see this one film first. Then afterwards, I think there’s a film you’ll really enjoy.” He smiled at you, you nodded. Following his lead while Artem did his best to avoid letting it show just how flustered he appeared. 

Despite his attempts you knew him better than that, easily able to see through the way he tried to hide his expression. You smiled, the smallest bit proud of the way you could make him happy like this. 

Another person would have assumed that Artem was a complicated man, professional and thoughtful. Yet, it brought you joy just to see how the most simple of things could bring him joy like this. Walking in step with Artem you followed his excited eyes towards the first screening. 

“Artem?”

“Yes?” He asked, turning his gaze at you. 

“We should spend time together more often.” 

He smiled, that warm and beautiful smile you’d give the world to have. “Yes. Let’s.”

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