#uhhhh i tried with fluff best i could

[alastxrs]

Hey, saw you you took requests, could you do some fluffy head cannons with velvette x male reader where reader is a fallen angel and they are short but they have huge fuckin wings, and can u make them an angy lil fella

𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

Y/N is of course a fallen angel

He's around 5'5

The reason he fell is due to his pride and his wrath

Now his wings are bigger than he is

He thought that he would lose them when he fell but nope! His wings are just black now

His wings will forever be beautiful, better than any other angel's wings

He'll sometimes let Velvette do whatever with them

The way he and Velvette met actually was because Y/N was screaming to someone about them touching his wings

He's just angry about having big wings but he gets worse rage when people touch his wings! (the only one who gets a pass is Velvette because you two actually get close until she asks you out)

He almost killed Valentino because he tried to touch his wings and have sex with him

Once Velvette and Y/N start dating, he's been comfortable with letting her touch his wings

She'll be the one to take care of his feathers

She'll just randomly caress his cheeks just to see his wings flop

His wings can wrap around the both of them while hugging or cuddling

Her nicknames for him are dove, midget, and doll

His nicknames for her are darling, my love, and Vel

He hates Vox and Valentino with a passion but will help Velvette with anything

Velvette is seriously the only one who can calm Y/N down

❝𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!❞

Velvette jumped when she heard the scream from inside the room she shared with her boyfriend.

She was used to it yet it caught her off guard every time.

Vox tilted his head when looking up from his phone. "Your boyfriend has been in town here for a while yet he's always screaming about his wings instead of your name." he hummed, mainly teasing her.

"Fuck off, Vox!" She flipped her business partner off as an annoyed look formed on her face. "At least I can control my man."

Vox scoffed rolling his eyes. "I'm not his keeper you know."

"Well you should be, your boy toy is fucking irritating."

"He's not my boy toy."

"That's not what last night was telling me, he was screaming your name." That made Vox shut his mouth and the television head turned his head away to avoid her smug smirk.

The female Overlord just walked away from the other not wanting to continue the conversation and to check on her lover.

Upon entering the room, where her partner was.

Y/N was laying on the bed with his wings completely covering the bed and his arms crossed, she knew how much he hated his wings mainly due to how big they were.

"Hey, dove-" She started before she was cut off by him.

The fallen angel sat up at the sight of his girlfriend with an irritated look on his face. "That bitch, Valentino fucking scared the shit out of me again!" He spoke as he fixed his hair and he looked at his wings with a frown. "He tried asking me for a threesome again! I don't like sharing you!!!"

Velvette couldn't help but smile as she approached her boyfriend and gently caressed his cheeks to make him look at her, she gently rubbed his cheeks while listening.

"And I refuse to fuck that flat-faced fuck!" Y/N was slowly relaxing and he wrapped his arms around her waist. ".....and- fuck you can't keep calming me down like this whenever I get mad...."

The taller demon chuckled and kissed him on the forehead, only he could see this side of her.

Like only she can see his soft side.

The woman kept kissing all over his face. " I like it when you're putty in my hands, doll~!" She teased just to see the blush on his cheeks, she moved to sit on his lap as she pushed him down. "I mean look at how cute you are!"

Velvette took her phone out and took a picture of Y/N before she showed him in the picture.

Of course, she wasn't going to post the picture.

Only she can see the hickeys on his neck from the night before.

"Darling...." The male mumbled as he grabbed her phone and placed it on the stand next to their bed before he pulled her into a kiss, his wings wrapped around her to keep the both of them close. He pulled away from the kiss for a second. "You are so lucky I love you."

The Overlord giggles as she begins kissing all over his face.

A yelp escaped his face and he tried to cover his face so that he could stop her from kissing his face. "No!"

Velvette grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.

"Don't hide your pretty face from me, dove! Heaven gave it to me and you aren't hiding it from me."

That made the short-tempered fallen angel's face flustered and he couldn't help but laugh as he leaned into the kisses he was getting on his lips.

"Well as your 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞, you should spoil me again tonight hm?" Y/N's wings soon disappeared now that he was relaxed, she let go of his wrist as he moved his hands to her hair. "I do want to remind others that I'm taken by the most sassiest of the Vees~!"

And of course, she couldn't deny her little dove from heaven.

This method....is very affective....

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[iluvfinnmertens]

Could you do a headcanon with Lucifer,seeing an old friends of his (when he was in Heaven and a angel) fluff or angst your choice :D

You can ignore this if you want !

જ⁀➴ Lucifer Morningstar x fallen angel! male reader ๋࣭ ⭑

you were lucifers friend back when he was angel but you recently became fallen and he finds you <;33

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๋࣭ ⭑ Request: requested :D

๋࣭ ⭑ Pairing: Lucifer x fallen angel! male reader

๋࣭ ⭑ TW: injuries, mentions of blood (minor)

๋࣭ ⭑ Word Count: 728

๋࣭ ⭑ Timeline: after episode 6

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Headcannons!!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● If you were one of the more higher up angels and you were present during the court meeting with Charlie you would definitely start to question things. Especially after how Adam and Lute treated Charlie.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● I would assume you were unaware of the extermination as most angels were and like Emily you would feel terrible for the fact you were killing innocent souls.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● Though unlike Emily you were more unlucky and ended up falling due to questioning too much.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● Once you were in hell I assume you would be mortified, as heaven's tales of hell always described it in a very vile way.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● You were very lucky that Lucifer found you as most demons don't take kindly to angels since they ya know murder them.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● I feel like it's been so long that Lucifer would forget who you were and you would be like “Lucifer it's me!!” and he would just be like “Uhhhh… who?”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● Lucifer would definitely feel bad for you as he knows how much it hurts the heart to become fallen. But I feel like once he recognizes you he would feel even worse.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● You would probably tell him what happened during the meeting and he would most likely be pissed. Not just for you but for Charlie too.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● Would let you stay at his castle with him and would treat you like royalty :D you were his best bud after all.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● If you got along with Charlie he would be so happy like his two favorite people like each other!! Yippee!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ● He would definitely make you gifts to try to help lift your spirits. Bro would try anything to make sure you don't end up depressed like him lol.

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You lay on the ground, your head pounded and everything hurt including your wings. Hell you may have even broken one. You could hear the sounds of what sounded like a city but you could also hear screams and you didn't want to know what kind of screams they were. You opened your eyes finally to be met with a red sky, you were clearly in an alleyway. You sat up and groaned in pain as you looked at your wing, yup definitely broken. You leaned against the wall and tried to control your breathing. It all happened so fast one second you were talking to Emily and Sera and the next you were falling. You didn't want to admit it but you were terrified. You could feel tears slowly start to stream down your face as you felt your head get foggy. Were you bleeding? You looked down to notice a pile of golden blood underneath you, shit. Before you knew it everything went black. 

You eventually woke up from the pain in your head coming back but it was less painful than before. You opened your eyes and noticed the very big scenery change. You now seemed to be in a bedroom, it was mainly made up of white, red and gold. Your wounds were all patched and your wing was just... completely healed? You looked around tying to figure out who the fucks house you were in when you noticed a rubber duck on the bedside table. You picked it up and squeezed it only for it to spit fire. You immediately drop it out of surprise and it falls on the floor. You go to the edge of the bed to peer down at it when the sound of a portal comes from the front of the room. You sit up quickly and look at the area where the sound came from to find a short blonde haired man. He had on a white top hat on with a snake and apple decorating it, a red and white suit and a cane with an apple at the end. You felt like you recognized him but you couldn't tell until he spoke.

“Well hello! I found you passed out in an alley, I assume from the golden blood you aren't from around here, are ya?” That voice... oh my god it's Lucifer.

“Luci?” You asked very confused on how the fuck he found you out of all people.

“The one and only!” He smiles pridefully, clearly not recognizing you despite being your best friend before he had fallen.

“Luci, it's me!!” You say quickly hoping to jog his memory but he just looks at you with a puzzled expression. 

“Uh who?” He asks slowly, not understanding how he's supposed to know you.

“It's me, (name)!” You say with a smile hoping at least this will help him remember. He then puts a finger to his chin and seems to think for a while before shaking his head.

“Sorry but I have no clue who you are– anyways young angel you clearly have fallen, and things might seem scary but I'm sure you'll be okay! Now how exactly did this happen?” He says waving around his finger gesturing to you. You sigh clearly saddened by the fact he forgot you. but hey what can you do?

You then explained everything that led up to the fall including the court meeting with Charlie. Just by the look on his face you can tell he's pissed.

“I knew those asshats would treat her like that! I should have never made that meeting..” He grumbles to himself as you just sit there staring not sure what to say. “Well I guess until we figure something out you can stay here.. What did you say your name was again?”

“Oh its (name).” Suddenly something seemed to get in his head as he quickly walked up to you, getting close to your face and squinting his eyes as if trying to find something. He then snaps his fingers with a smile.

“Aha! I do know you!” He smiles happily at you before it turns into a frown. “I never would've thought you would fall…” He says sadly “Well at least it brought us together right!” You just smile and nod before hugging him despite the very big height difference. He hugs you back and you both just stay there for a while. Maybe falling isn't that bad.

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ahsjdkjd first request lets goooo!! i actually had sm fun writing this lol— lucifer is so cute i love him sm!!

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#hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #lucifer x reader #lucifer x male reader #x male reader #male reader #hazbin hotel x reader

[choppersconfirmedkills]

Just Flowers

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader (Ft. Best Friend Tess)

Word Count: 1.75k

Genre: Angst, with a bit of fluff

Warnings: Arguments, Joel being Joel, slight reference to an age gap, but it’s got fluff, not proofread

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! Here’s my first Joel Fic, I’m not all that content with it, the idea I had in my head didn’t really its way onto the page but I felt I should post it anyways.

Summary: It’s Valentines Day and you just wanted to do something nice for Joel.

It’s raining… in February. You could swear that ever since the outbreak occurred mother nature decided to switch everything up, weather included. But the rain didn’t bother you all that much especially when you had what you were looking for and you were finally home.

Or at least whatever this hobble was that you and Joel shared could be considered. The wallpaper was ugly and tattered, springs were sticking out of the couch, and you were pretty sure it was rat-infested, but it was what you had. 

You tried to be as quiet as possible when entering the confines of the apartment knowing Tess would probably be over and sleeping and Joel trying to get some semblance of it. You didn’t wish to do that to them today because the truth is the two of them deserved just a little bit of peace. And luckily for you, they might have found it because the coast was clear. 

Taking off your soaked outerwear, you took a sigh of relief. Everything had gone according to your hopes, which meant that tomorrow was going to go swimmingly. You wanted to surprise them with a few things. You had grown to care for both of these people, it was supposed to be just strictly business but eventually, they became the closest thing you had to family. With Joel, it was a bit different though. You knew he was closed off and pushed everyone in existence away, but you couldn’t help but fall for the old grump. And you thought he deserved to feel a little bit of that care you had for him.

Click.

“Shit,” you turned around to see that the lamp was turned on and Joel and Tess were on the couch, staring at you. As if your parents caught you sneaking in after curfew. Which you technically did.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Tess was the first to speak, adjusting in her seat slightly.

“Uhhhh, dark?”

“You’re damn skippy it is, where the hell were you at this time of night?” She stood up.

“Oh, nowhere and everywhere,” you responded, knowing you were being difficult, but there was no way you were spilling this secret right now. It wasn’t even Valentine's Day yet.

“That’s not a good enough answer,” Tess replied moving to grab your face and scanning you for injuries and bite marks. Tess would never admit it but she had a soft spot for you, you were like her younger annoying sibling that she could never get rid of. She was taking mental notes of your figure when she caught sight of your bandaged hand. You winced, preparing for the barrage that was about to come your way. “Where were you?” she asked again.

“Outside,” you huffed. It was a vague answer but they both knew what it meant.

“WHAT?” Joel was screaming, enough to make you physically flinch. “You went outside the walls? Alone? What the hell were you thinking?” 

“Joel, would you chill out? You’re scaring her” Tess glared at him. “Sweetie, come with me. Let’s talk where grumpy can’t bother us.” Taking your hand Tess brought you out into the hallway. 

“No, but seriously, what the hell were you thinking?” She smacked the back of your head, eliciting an obnoxious yelp from you. “Outside the walls?”

“Tess, I can handle myself just fine. Plus I didn’t go far,” you countered.

“It’s not you that I’m worried about. Joel about damn near had a heart attack. I’ve never seen him like that. And your hand? He’s going to lose it!”

“It’s not a bite,” you answered looking down at the bandage.

“I know it’s not, you wouldn’t have come in the apartment if it was. You scared us both, Y/N. Just don’t do it again.” Tess sighed.

“I’m sorry. I won’t. But I do hope this makes up for it a little bit?” You smiled reaching into your pocket and pulling out-

“Chocolate?” She gasped pulling the bar out of your hand.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you smiled at her.

“How’d you even get your hands on it?”

“A lot of shifts shoveling shit, and putting up with one handsy smuggler,” you laughed, earning a scowl from her. “It’s dark chocolate so I hope it hasn’t gone bad, but I know it was your favorite from before all of this.” 

“Alright, you’re forgiven, and thank you.” She pulled you into a hug which was not something she did very often. “Now go back in there and talk to Joel. Hopefully, you’ve got some incredible sweet talk up your sleeves for this because he is pissed.” She smiled at you and walked off towards her place, leaving you to deal with the fallout of a very angry Joel.

You took one last deep breath before opening the door to your inevitable doom. 

“Are you stupid, dumb, or both?” So that’s how he was going to start this.

“Joel, I can take care of myself just fine. I did it long before you or Tess came along,” you sighed moving to look at him. When your eyes finally focused in the dark you realized, he was wet. His clothes and his hair. “Joel, did you go out there and look for me?”

“Of course I did! What else did you expect me to do? Sit here in our place and wait for you to possibly come back home?” He yelled. “What in the hell possessed you to do something so damn reckless?”

“I didn’t go far. Not even a mile outside the walls! I was out there maybe an hour tops,” you yelled back. 

“An hour is plenty enough time for you to end up dead or worse.” Bit. “Knowing you that ain’t too far off an option!”

“Are you saying that I’m stupid enough to not watch my own fucking back? I know how to survive out there! You’re not the only person in the world who can do it!” You couldn’t understand why he was so angry at you. He had no reason to be, no ulterior motive. He didn’t have to take care of you. You just worked together and were roommates essentially. And like he told you all those years ago, he won’t get attached. 

“Yes, I am. Considering you went outside the QZ, at night, past curfew, in the rain, and alone! If that ain’t stupid I don’t know what is.” He huffed.

“And would you look at that, I came out unharmed!”

“Then what the hell is this?” He grabbed your bandaged hand and held it up like it was the final clue in a murder mystery movie.

“It’s fine,” you started unwrapping it, “the bleeding stopped a while ago so I should probably take this thing off.” There it was, just a bunch of superficial cuts littered across your palm. Some as faint as a paper cut others deep enough to leave a faint scar.

“How did you possibly do that?” Joel sighed inspecting your injury. He had calmed down considerably seeing how unharmed you really were. 

“What time is it?” You asked gently pulling your arm back to you.

“2 am. Don’t avoid the question,” he nearly growled. You just ignored it, walking towards the backpack you had long since discarded on the table. Reaching in you pulled out what you had caused this argument over.

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” you said facing away from him.

“Are you fucking shitting me right now? Answer my damn question, Y/N,” he grumbled, starting to get himself angry again.

“Just do it Joel, Jesus Christ.” You took his disgruntled sigh as a sign that he gave in to your ridiculous request. Being as subtle as possible you put the gift in his hands, delighting in the confused look that graced his features. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You smiled a little watching him inspect what you gave him, but then you watched as he frowned and your heart broke a little. “Flowers? You did all that just for some fucking flowers?”

“Well, I’m sorry you don’t like them,” you scowled. 

“It’s ridiculous! All that danger for a couple of fucking wildflowers. It’s not important!”

“It is to me, Joel!” You snapped.

“They’re just flowers, for fuck sake.” 

“I know I was young when this all started, but every year on Valentine’s Day, my mother and I would go out into the yard and pick flowers to bring to my father as his gift,” you paused gathering your breath in hopes to prevent your voice from breaking, and you wore you could’ve heard him mutter ‘shit’ under his breath. “My mom used to tell me that giving someone flowers was a way to show you care and that Valentine’s Day was the perfect day to do so. So I wanted to do it for you. I don’t expect anything out of you, I never have, and I know you don’t let anyone in. I just wanted to show you my appreciation for you. Give you something beautiful in this shithole of a world.”

Joel was frozen gazing over the flowers, stuck in whatever thought process he was in. It was agony for you, floating in limbo while Joel fought a war with his thoughts. You don’t know how long it was until you heard him release the breath you didn’t even notice he was holding in. “God, don’t you ever do that again, you understand me?” He relented, pulling you into a hug, a hand placed on the back of your neck and the other on your lower back. “I thought you were gone.” 

“I don’t ever plan on leaving you, Joel,” you nuzzled into his chest, content to just live within his warmth like this.

“Now, seriously, how did you hurt your hand?” he sighed.

“Oh, I guess I forgot that a lot of these things have thorns in them. It was worth it though,” You smiled looking up at him. 

“That’s because you got me weeds,” the lightest chuckle escaped him, which made your heart burst at the seams. 

“You asshole,” you lightly shoved him through your giggles, breaking away from the hug. “They are beautiful flowers!”

“You risked your life to get me weeds because that’s what these are.” You just huffed at his commentary and tried to stomp away from him. That didn’t fly with him because he pulled you back into his embrace, holding you even tighter this time. “But thank you,” he whispered into the crown of your head, leaving a ghost of a kiss there.

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[loadedberetta]

the CoD boys react - !SO Reader being pregnant

rating: M

warning/content: general pregnancy stuff; description of pregnancy pain and birth; fluff; female Reader

[series with random headcanons about specific situations involving the reader and how CoD characters would react to them; mostly the 141, but Alejandro and Rudy, Laswell, Farah, König, and others will make appearances too]

other parts: [tattoo] [knife tricks] [drawing] [coming soon]

find me on ao3 // MASTERLIST

Ghost

"you're not doing [blank] alone."

will fight God if that's what it takes; let it be the groceries or ordering a new couch

found out by sheer intuition; you were bummed that you didn't get to do a little surprise but he assured you that the news made him the happiest man alive and you sincerely believed him;

how exactly? that man knows his shit; you being groggy in the morning? not taking a sip of his beer when watching telly at night? he's got it figured out

doesn't really know how to prep but is too shy to ask you anything so you just find him passed out on the couch every now and then with his laptop glowing at him with "how to build a crib" or "baby sign language" when you can't even tell the baby's gender yet

it took you a week to convince him that you indeed can go to the bathroom alone

tries the more laid-back cravings and doesn't like them; never forgets to ask you about the latest one when you're grocery shopping

is occupied when you go and check for the gender of the baby; you call him from the parking lot with the news; you don't often hear Simon cry but he did that day

calls the baby bug and bezzie, mumbling at your stomach

looks up how to relieve pain with that tummy-lifting technique when your bump grows larger and larger

holds your hand and remains grounded for the entirety of the birth

becomes a very shallow sleeper; the baby stirs and he's at their feet looking over their tiny little body for any sign of distress

Soap

"it's mine, right?"

will go to the ends of the world to get you a pregnancy pillow, but only in the color he likes too

found out on accident; you didn't mind. he came into the bathroom to brush his teeth one morning and found you slouched by the wall, tears of joy in your eyes

insists on picking clothes super early on and revives any old contact of his to get a special baby carrier or a bottle boiler he heard about once

will not shut up about it

tries every single one of your cravings and actually ends up liking some of them

gender reveal party

laddie or lassie depending on the baby's gender, accompanied by approx. 400,000 kisses to your belly daily

gets you all kinds of tape for your growing belly and applies them himself

almost faints during the birth but can't stay away from you

the first time you wake up the next time after your well-deserved rest, he's talking to a nurse while gently cradling the baby; he's a dream dad, who seems to take on the role immediately

Gaz

"what's this… you have to be fucking kidding me this is the best fucking day of my life, babe. can the baby hear me? shit. shit. uhhhh--"

you planned a little party and hid the test in a box to surprise him; it went perfectly, everyone cried

absolutely showers you with stuff he noticed on a shelf at a store that the baby wouldn't likely use until 12 or even 24 months old

"thought you'd like it" is the new most popular word in the household

you get don't touch a single piece of cleaning equipment or dirty dish in the house for nine months

you could get used to this

tries spicing up your cravings; plating them nicely or adding something new

never shuts up about how he used to babysit and will therefore make a good dad

"I just want a happy healthy baby the gender matters the least" he kisses you on your forehead as you open the envelope containing the papers on the couch

tells the baby about the happy family they'll be born into and sometimes mumbles names at your belly as if testing which one fits them best; he looks up at you for approval each time

goes with you to pregnant yoga classes to see how he can help you practice with you at home when the baby in your tummy grows bigger

cries with you during birth

his hand is always by the side of the crib in the hospital

Price

"wh- you? c'mere, love. really?"

touches touches and more touches, is glued to your side from the day he finds out; you're not allowed to lift anything

is very self-conscious about everything; helps out wherever he can, you have to put him down each time

you get into arguments about this but he always downplays it with a little teasing that always eases the mood and you can't help but adore the stressful old man he is

tries to quit smoking but he only resettles on the balcony/porch/out-the-window technique; even more so when you're in his proximity

keeps notes of all your cravings

becomes a fridge organizer and buys healthy food only

talks to the baby so much calls your stomach the most adorable names ever

asks you not to find out the gender of the baby until birth

expert massage therapist for when your belly becomes too heavy; pressure points you name it he knows how to relieve pain

his one hand is getting shattered in your fist, and his other is smoothing over your hair constantly during birth

a little afraid to hold the baby on his own at first, but gradually warms up to the idea, and bath time becomes his favorite

Alejandro

"mi corazón, we get to be parents?! I love you so much, I--"

his mother knew first and lead him to guess for himself while you were out of earshot in another room; he came in and swooped you up to pepper kisses all over you

your phone bill is through the roof: he calls up every abuela and uncle he can for tips, even sits down with his baby nieces and nephews to ask them what they like for breakfast and stuff

sings to your stomach in his low baritone

gets the baby a little golden necklace; it's a gift in the family

you inherit SO MANY kids' clothes; you feel like you never have to buy a piece of diaper again; nor a blanket

you go through a list of old wives' tales about finding out the gender, but you end up waiting until the birth

will try to home-cook all your cravings: make pickles or banana ice cream from scratch

tries (and succeeds) to remedy your pregnancy pains; herbs, physio, he's got it all

he knows what he's doing or he's just a natural; birth never seemed so quick and easy with him by your side

you catch him the first time humming to the baby in the hospital, while gently rocking the little one

Rudy

"you missed your period. wait, you missed your period?? test, test now, mi alma"

he ushers you in the bathroom and waits outside on the bed, thrumming his fingers against the soft bedding

is the happiest fucking thing when you let him in and he notices a faint crossing line on the test immediately

get ready for nine months of non-ending praise

has a new nickname for the baby every day

plays music to your bump nonstop

loves, I mean LOVES pregnant you; every inch of your body, your plump breasts, your growing tummy, the stretch marks on your skin, name it he's a sucker for it

the two of you go to the doctor together to find out the baby's gender and he's already crying in the parking lot before you go in

looks up non-spicy/pregnancy-safe versions of everyday dishes and makes them for you no questions asked

ends up inheriting your pregnancy pillow after you give birth, and takes it to the base for when he has to sleep without you; seriously, it smells like pregnant you what could be better

he talks you through the birth, his voice is calm and grounding

talks to the baby in a hushed voice whenever he can; smiles at you every time the little one makes a face during

König

"are you sure?"

you sat him down and told him plainly the moment he came home from deployment; he laugh-cries and hugs you for hours on end after

if you thought he was the biggest cuddlebug-snugglebear already, you're deeply mistaken

talks to your stomach in German; gives the baby 2-3 little nicknames you can't quite catch

will not leave you alone; becomes a bigger, more deadly baby

when I tell you he's protective--

pretends to like the taste of your cravings; he truly likes the fact that he can make you happy with a jar of pickles he got from the local farmers' market

little trinkets for the win; binkie-shaped keychain, baby spoon with Biene Maya on it…

waits for you to tell him the baby's gender

more stressed than you during the birth; manages to hide it

settles on one of the nicknames he already tried and calls the baby that; also afraid to hold the little one because according to him the baby would get lost in his arms

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[sandwichfordinner]

heyyy! can i ask for uhhhh a gn!nurse!reader x naib scenarios with a side of fluff (and maybe angst if you want)

* Hey people 😼 my bad for disappearing again I was in my writing block era plus I had a lot of work in school, so yeah.. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Naib x gn!nurse! reader (fluff but angst too, but idk if I put a lot of angst and also warnings: blood but a little)

: ̗̀➛ Oh wow, another doctor entering the manor, oh wait it’s a nurse not a doctor. Hope you do great in matches or else you may be judged..That goes directly towards Naib.

: ̗̀➛ At first doesn’t care about your existence, no eye contact, no greeting, nothing. Why, you’re asking? He is really cold towards everyone, even to his few friends but not too cold.

: ̗̀➛ Why don’t the both of you have a nice talk and spend the day together, maybe teach him about medical conditions? No, two rules from him: first - doesn’t trust you AND second he doesn’t care about you, or maybe he just needs to gain your trust. But it’s quite difficult, maybe start cooking for him and leave him alone to eat, he is a big fan of food and he will slightly start to like you.. BUT that doesn’t mean that he still needs to trust you. Or maybe body block him a lot and give him items in duos a lot , helping him escape. As I said he still doesn’t trust you.

: ̗̀➛ But you, being the kind person you are you continue to do those things not giving up. Greet him with a warm smile and cook him some breakfast, you have been helping a lot of patients, like cooking for them something and giving the food to them every morning, afternoon and evening. (at least using any kind of products the hospital had..)

: ̗̀➛ As time goes by he starts to really appreciate you kindness towards him, but he doesn’t like to admit it and keeps his cold personality.

: ̗̀➛ But oh boy did he get a lesson for not being grateful and showing it.

: ̗̀➛ You were bleeding so badly.. 2 cipher machines were only left and Naib was trying to kite, while you couldn’t self heal from the floor because you did last time. It was a mistake. You were shaking , bleeding and crying. Your body felt numb. The snow was falling on your cold and shaky body, which was making you freeze.

: ̗̀➛,,I want home…’’ you quietly cried out. Your hands tried to support your body so you could try to find dungeon . As you tried to support your body with them they gave up the moment you tried. You fell on your chin, hitting it really hard that your mouth started bleeding. Oh great you broke a tooth too.. You buried your face into the cold snow sobbing. You were bleeding out, you even had blood in your mouth, you just broke a tooth, and you feel so cold that you don’t feel your body. What kind of nurse were you..

You bled out.

: ̗̀➛ You really weren’t the same after that, you were traumatised, and the worst part is that it will happen again in the future. Pretty soon I may say.

: ̗̀➛ But as for Naib he felt a lot of guilt. Now he realised he was too harsh with you and didnt pay much attention to you existing. But you’re safe for now. He will try his best to protect you.

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[ro-is-struggling]

Hi hi, can you write James Potter with “Now I accidentally know that you're in love with me too, oops, baby, I love you” (Oops by Little Mix) please, please?

The reader is a little bit flirty and has a crush on James. And one day the reader found out that James has a crush on/is in love with them and then they start to flirt with him and he likes 😳😳😳😳😳 (bc they were never flirting with him before and they're so shy to flirt with him) this James is a little bit shy uhhhh. Fluff please, thank you🙇

Hi! I loved this concept so much but I suck at flirting so idk if I I did it justice. I tried my best so I hope you like it anyways! It's really fluffy so I hope that will balance it out

Oops || James Potter x Reader

Summary: You've had a crush on James since the first time you saw him but never said anything for fear of being rejected. Until one day you accidentally overheard a conversation between the marauders that changed everything.

Based on prompt 58. from this prompt list: “Now I accidentally know that you're in love with me too, oops, baby, I love you” (Oops by Little Mix)

Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, James is kinda shy on this one, reader has a flirty personality or at least I tried to make her be that way, I think that all but if I missed anything let me know!

English is not my first language!

Word count: 2700+

You had been struggling to complete the Transfiguration assignment for hours now. It was your last remaining unfinished assignment and you were beginning to regret putting it off until last. It was a long essay and you were beginning to doubt that you had enough time to finish it. You closed the book in front of you with more force than necessary, visibly frustrated and tired from all the reading. You leaned back against the back of the couch as you thought about what excuse you could give McGonagall so she wouldn't scold you for not turning in the essay on time. You hated it when she scolded you. As stupid as it sounded, she was one of your favorite teachers and you didn't like disappointing her. But you really didn't feel mentally capable of reading another page. 

Just when you were about to give up, opting to fake your death to get out of handing in your paper, the solution to all your problems presented itself in the Gryffindor common room. The marauders settled into one of the armchairs opposite you, laughing amongst themselves about who knows what. Your eyes lingered on James for a moment, admiring his beautiful smile illuminated by the light from the fireplace. Your heart raced as you watched him arrange his hair, fighting the long uncontrollable strands to shape it. You loved his hair and loved watching him run his fingers through it, but right now you had more important things to do. So you took your eyes off him against your will and stood up from your seat to approach them. Sirius had his back to you and you took the opportunity to hang onto his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your head next to his.

"Hey gorgeous!" you greeted him in a flirtatious tone."Please tell me you did the transfiguration essay."

"You haven't done your homework, Y/N? That's bad, McGonagall is going to be very disappointed in you" he mocked you with a fake tone of disapproval.

"I know! That's why I'm asking the smartest and cutest student in all of Hogwarts for his help."

"Mmmm I don't know, darling. What if Minnie finds out and fails us both. I don't know if it's worth it."

"Come on, Sirius! I'm not gonna be that stupid. I'm not copying your homework I just need a little help to finish mine, that's all" you tried to convince him, even though you knew he would help you eventually. This was all part of his fun. "I'll owe you one. You can ask me whatever you want and I'll do it" you added in a suggestive tone. You were just playing along. You two were good friends, but nothing more. Your heart belonged to another marauder, one who wore glasses and was looking at you strangely. Was it annoyance you saw in his eyes? Perhaps a hint of jealousy? You weren't sure and you didn't have time to find out now.

"Whatever I want, huh? Are you that desperate?" he asked, amused.

"You have no idea" you answered with honesty. "So do we have a deal or not?" Sirius nodded and you planted a noisy kiss on his cheek before releasing him so he could look for his homework among the thousands of messy parchments he had in his backpack. When he found it, he handed it to you, making some clarifications, which you listened to attentively as you scanned the parchment in your hands. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" you exclaimed happily, giving him a quick hug. "You're the best, I love you."

You didn't give him time to answer you before you ran off to get your stuff and rushed upstairs to lock yourself in your room to get your damn homework done. You heard him laugh and mumble something as you walked away, but you were too excited to pay attention to him. Luckily for you your roommates hadn't come up yet, leaving you with the room all to yourself. You sat on your bed, propping up everything you needed to start working. 

You read Sirius's essay a couple of times, mentally organizing what you would take from it to add to your paper and the words you would use so that it wouldn't be obvious that you were copying yourself. When you had a general idea of how to structure your essay, you grabbed your feather to start writing before the ideas escaped your mind. But then you realized you were missing your quill. You looked all over the room for it with no luck, so you came to the conclusion that you had forgotten it in the common room. Annoyed by your clumsiness, you went downstairs once more hoping that no one had taken it by mistake. You walked at a hurried pace, desperate to get back to your room to finish your homework. 

However, your feet stopped dead in their tracks at the bottom step of the stairs when you heard your name being mentioned in the conversation the marauders were having.

"I don't get it, if you like Y/N so much then why don't you ask her out?" you heard Sirius speak with a frustrated tone. Your eyebrows rose to your hairline in surprise, and you perked your ears to hear the conversation better. You knew it was wrong, you weren't supposed to be hearing those things. But curiosity was stronger than you. You wanted to know who was the marauder who seemed to fancy you.

"Because she doesn't feel the same way and I'm gonna end up making a fool of myself."

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of James' voice. You stood completely paralyzed for a moment as your brain tried to process the information it had just received. James Potter, the boy you had been pining for over the past two years, the owner of your heart, had a crush on you. It couldn't be real. This had to be part of a dream. You began to wonder if maybe you had fallen asleep while reading for Transfiguration and this was all a product of your imagination. But as the conversation progressed, you realized it was all real.

"You don't know that, James," Remus encouraged him in a soft voice."She might feel the same way."

"Are you kidding me? She likes Sirius, it's obvious."

"Me!? She doesn't like me!"

"Then why does she keep flirting with you?"

"Because that's just the way that she is. She flirts with everybody, it's not that serious."

"No she doesn't. She never flirts with me."

James wasn't wrong. You never flirted with him, but it wasn't because you didn't feel anything for him. On the contrary, you were afraid of being too obvious. It was easy to flirt with Sirius or Remus or any other boy at Hogwarts because you didn't feel anything for them. But James... He was different. He had captured your heart from the first time you talked to him, joking around in first year Charms class. He was the only boy you really cared about, the only one you wanted to share your life with and create a future with. But you didn't know if he felt the same way about you and you were afraid to find out, so you had kept your crush hidden. 

But now everything was different. Listening to that conversation was wrong, but at least now you had confirmation that he had feelings for you too. James liked you and was sad that you didn't flirt with him. And that was something you could easily change.

The days that followed were spent correcting your mistake. You started with simple things, giving James smiles when your eyes met, winking flirtatiously at him, and creating situations that would lead to "accidental touches" between the two of you. You tried to be subtle so it wouldn't be so obvious that you were flirting with him, but even that seemed to throw him off. He looked at you with surprised eyes and flushed cheeks every time you smiled at him, and that only encouraged you to continue. He looked adorable, but as much as you loved his shyness, you were starting to get impatient. You thought that maybe showing interest in him would help him come out of his shell and encourage him to make a move on you, but with each passing day James seemed to become even more shy. It was strange considering that in every other area of his life he was anything but shy. So you decided to take it a step further in the hopes that it would help speed things up.

"Is this seat taken, pretty boy?"

James lifted his eyes from his spell book to look at you with a surprised expression, as if he didn't expect to hear those words coming out of your mouth. It took him a few seconds to answer you, his brain struggling to form a coherent thought after hearing you use that nickname on him. "N-no, no" he mumbled with flushed cheeks.

"Mind if I sit then?"

"No, go ahead" he was quick to say, shaking his head frantically. You gave him a smile and settled in the chair next to him, pulling your spell book out of your backpack to get ready for class.

"But I was going to sit with James," you heard Peter mutter under his breath, before being shushed by Sirius, who pushed him towards the desk in the back.

Class started not long after that, interrupting you before you could continue with your plan. However, you didn't let that stop you, getting a little too close to James to ask him any questions and pretending not to understand the position you had to hold your hand in when it came to doing the spell Professor Flitwick had told you to practice. Your skin tingled under the touch of his fingers as he helped you place your wrist in the correct position. Your eyes never left his profile, admiring his face and the light tint of pink on his cheeks.

"I need your help with something" you said suddenly, taking advantage of the fact that the whole class was distracted by the spell that no one seemed to be able to perform correctly.

"Oh really? With what?" he asked you curiously, looking away from his wand to focus on you.

"It's about something personal, but I desperately need a second opinion."

"Okay, you piqued my interest. I'm all ears."

"It’s about a guy that I like," you began, your eyes never leaving his face."He's the cutest and funniest guy I know, the only one that can make me feel nervous when he's around."

"Do I know this guy?"

You smiled. "Yes, you know him very well." James' gaze dropped to the floor in sadness, convinced you were referring to Sirius. He didn't want to hear you confess your love for his best friend, but it was too late to back out now, so he remained silent. "Anyway, I had a crush on this guy for so long, but I never had the courage to tell him about it" you continued, hoping that as you explained yourself he would be able to take your hint. "That was until a couple of days ago. I accidentally heard him talking with his friends about me and he kind of admitted to having feelings for me too. The problem is that he doesn't do anything about it."

James looked at you with a subtle frown on his face as he tried to remember a time when the Marauders had had a similar conversation. So far he had been pretty sure that you were talking about Sirius, but he couldn't remember a time when he had confessed to him that he had feelings for you. And unless he had been talking to other friends about feelings he kept hidden even from the marauders, James was beginning to doubt it was him. But if it wasn't Sirius, then who was it?

"I've been trying to get his attention" you said, snapping him out of his thoughts. "But he doesn't seem to take the hint. Do you think I should be up front and talk to him about it or should I wait for him to make the first move?"

"Well" he said, struggling to find his voice. There was something about the way you looked at him that felt different. A special sparkle in your eyes that threw him off, but in a good way if that made any sense. "If you really like this guy I think you should just talk to him." James tried to ignore how ironic it was that he was giving you that advice when he didn't follow it himself. His friends had grown tired of repeating those words to him every time he talked about you, but he never listened to them, always finding excuses to keep his feelings for you hidden.

"You thinking so?"

"Yeah, I mean why not? You said you already know he likes you so there's nothing to lose."

"You're right. Thanks, James" you said with an innocent smile.

"Don't mention it" he muttered, returning his attention to the class. He couldn't help but feel a little hurt at thinking that he had practically thrown the girl of his dreams into the arms of another boy, but despite the sadness he knew he had done the right thing. It wasn't his place to get in the way of your life and happiness.

"Hey, James" he heard your voice once again. He loved the way you said his name so even though he felt like crying he turned to see you anyway, charmed by your beautiful voice. "I was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime."

Your words left him completely shocked. Were you asking him out? No, it couldn't be true. You had just confessed to him that you were in love with someone else. Someone he knew very well and who also had feelings for you…

Suddenly the conversation he had had with his friends in the Gryffindor common room resurfaced in his head, the dialogue replaying in his mind over and over again. He had admitted out loud that he was in love with you that time. Could that be the conversation you were referring to? 

James didn't have time to keep on wondering, because a sharp kick from Remus–who was sitting behind him and apparently listening to the conversation–brought him back to reality.

"Uumm yeah, yeah I'd like that" he finally mumbled, fighting the blush on his cheeks.

"Great!" you exclaimed with a smile. "And just so you know, I never flirted with you because I was scared it would be too obvious that I liked you."

"Y-you like me?" he said as if he still couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, James I like you. A lot, actually" you replied with a chuckle. "And I kinda accidentally heard you say that you like me too, so I thought it was time to do something about it// we did something about it."

"Well, normally I'd say it's wrong to listen to other people's conversations, but this time I'm glad you did," he said with a smile that quickened your pulse.

"Oops, my bad" you faked innocence. "In my defense, you guys were being loud."

You burst out laughing, earning curious looks from the students around you and a scolding from the teacher, but you didn't care. At that moment only the two of you existed. You had both individually fantasized so much about the day when you would finally dare to express how you felt about each other that now that it had happened it seemed to be part of a dream. It was hard to keep your composure in class when all you wanted to do was scream and jump for joy at finally discovering that your feelings were reciprocated. 

"We could go to Hogsmeade together this weekend" proposed James, remembering the excursion he had marked on the calendar for weeks.

"I'd like that."

"Any place in particular you would like to go to?"

"Not really," you muttered with a shrug. "Being there with you is more than enough."

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[theharrowing]

Dollhouse 24 💛: Are you here alone?

Hoseok's job is simple: He enters the host's body, he confiscates or terminates the target, and he gets back into his own body by dinnertime, easy peasy. Until a client comes along who becomes as obsessed with his life as he becomes with theirs, and the lines between their realities begin to blur.

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💛 Hoseok x Namjoon, Jungkook x Yoongi 💛 word count: 15.1k words 💛 hired assassin au, sci-fi, body swapping, graphic violence, infidelity, body dysphoria, lgbtq, smut, fluff, angst, poly, nsfw, smut, 21+ 💛 chapter warnings: rough oral & anal sex, slapping, spitting, use of safe word, humiliation, use of the word "whore", cum on face, paranoid feelings, Hoseok making more terrible fucking choices. Hoseok spirals.

💛 notes: wow, uhhhh...idk how i ended up writing a chapter this long, but here we gooooo!!! we're so close to the end, ahhhh!!!! 💛 beta read by @neoneunnajimin 💛 posted april 2023 | read on ao3

The Boss: Hoseok-ssi. I know you have already left for the day, but a file has come across my desk that I would like you to have a look at. It is from a possible client in New Zealand, and you are the only one I trust to take on someone this high profile, but it will require jumping. I will need a response in the morning, so mull over whether you think you are up for it.

Hoseok does not hesitate to agree to the position without giving it much thought at all. A job in New Zealand could not have come at a better time. 

Hoseok: Count me in. I'm ready to jump again.  

The Boss: Wonderful. We will discuss more tomorrow.

Ordinarily, their dynamic is that Namjoon likes to bottom and Hoseok likes to top. A surprise to neither of them, really; Hoseok has always been a bit of a control freak, and Namjoon takes care of people so much professionally that he really enjoys being taken care of at home. Tonight, however, Hoseok is going to beg to be fucked. 

He gets home first, sends a text to Namjoon—

Hoseok: Hey baby, I need to discuss something very important with you, please come home as soon as possible.

—and preps himself in the shower. As soon as his phone dings, Hoseok reaches past the shower curtain, dries a hand on one of the nearby hanging towels, and clicks on the screen to find a notification waiting for him. 

Namjoon: On my way! 

Hoseok rinses himself, gets out of the shower, towels off, and then goes into the bedroom. First, he glances around and tries to decide on something to wear. He has his share of sexy lingerie, but he is unsure whether he is in a sexy lingerie mood. So, he sits on the edge of the bed nude and waits, thumbing through his phone for something to distract him. Typically, it takes Namjoon about fifteen minutes to get home from work, but sometimes he leaves in a rush and messages while already on his way, so Hoseok has no idea what to expect. 

He does his best not to let his mind wander, but lately, it feels like an impossible task. The files that Seokjin sent Hoseok seem to be pointing to a very obvious fact, and Hoseok needs to do more digging in order to potentially corroborate the information. But he is also trying to keep his wits about him and not get too swept up in the excitement of everything. 

But what if, Hoseok wonders. What if Taehyung and Jimin really are—

The sound of Namjoon pulling into the driveway rips Hoseok from his thoughts, and he blinks heavily, looking down at his phone, the screen of which has shut off in his hands. He sets the device down onto the bedside table, and as the front door flies open, followed by the sounds of shoes thudding against the wall and the front door being thrown shut, Hoseok stands, walks into the center of the room, and gets down on his knees. 

"Seok?" Namjoon calls, voice sounding somewhat frantic.

Hoseok has to bite back a grin, feeling affection bloom around his ribs. 

"Up here, baby!"

Namjoon barrels up the stairs, feet stomping hard enough that he must be taking two at a time with his palm rubbing against the railing—a cacophony of sound Hoseok has become all too familiar with over the years. And although the bedroom door is already partially ajar, Namjoon pushes it roughly, slamming it into the door stop on the wall while he glances around, disheveled and worried. 

As soon as his eyes land on Hoseok, Namjoon stops in his tracks, nearly tripping on his feet. Hoseok has to bite down onto the inside of his bottom lip to keep from laughing. 

"Seok," Namjoon gasps, out of breath with a look of shock on his face. 

Hoseok smiles softly, resting his palms over his knees while he stares up at his husband, watching as his brain buffers. If the roles were reversed, Hoseok would already be loosening his tie and telling Namjoon what a good little toy he is. But Namjoon always requires a little nudge.

"What," Namjoon tries again, glancing around at the bedroom, which looks just as it did when he left in the morning, as if there may be more clues to explain why his husband is nude and waiting in a submissive position. "I thought—you said—"

"Baby," Hoseok interrupts sweetly. "I do have something urgent that I would like to discuss with you. But first..." Hoseok raises an eyebrow and tips his head back delicately while letting his lips softly part—a flower opening to the sunlight.

"But first...?" Namjoon asks, walking into the bedroom with his arms hanging stiffly at his sides. 

"I need you to fuck me," Hoseok says, reveling in the way Namjoon's eyes widen. "Please."

"Ah," Namjoon responds, hands rising to his grey shirt to begin working his buttons open. "Uh—of course. Yeah, of course. I can do that."

"Yeah?" Hoseok asks sweetly, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

Namjoon shrugs quickly out of his shirt, throwing it to the floor despite being only a few feet from the closet hamper. He tears his white tee over his head, fumbles to undo his belt, and shoves his slacks to the floor, leaving a trail of garments in his wake as he walks to Hoseok in his black socks and grey briefs. 

"Yeah," Namjoon sighs, appearing somewhat dazed with his dark hair messy around his face.

"Did I worry you, baby?" Hoseok teases, blinking his eyelashes dramatically.

Namjoon's face becomes a little more stern; finally, he seems to be getting into character. 

"You did."

Hoseok pushes his bottom lip out in a pout and whines, "I guess you should punish me," which is the final push Namjoon seems to need to get into the mindset, gaze sharpening while he rolls his shoulders back and towers tall over him.

"What's the goal, baby?" Namjoon asks as he reaches a hand out and cards it through Hoseok's damp hair.

"Make me forget," Hoseok responds, voice shaking ever so slightly through his words. "Want to just...cease to exist for a little while."

The hand in Hoseok's hair grips tightly and pulls straight up, elongating his back, and he attempts to alleviate the pain by following the pull until all he can do is whimper and take it. With his other hand, Namjoon gently grasps Hoseok by the jaw and squeezes, pressing his lips together, searching his face as if deciding what to do with him. Then Namjoon releases his jaw and slaps him across the cheek, hard and loud, and Hoseok gasps a deep, sharp intake of air, too shocked to make a sound. 

"Color?" Namjoon asks softly.

"Green," Hoseok pants, feeling alive as the pain settles and spreads warm across his skin. 

Namjoon's fist tightens around Hoseok's hair, and he slaps Hoseok on the same cheek, then pulls his hand back and backhands his other cheek in a swift, surprising motion, making Hoseok sob through the sting. 

"Fuck," Hoseok gasps.

"Color?"

"Yellow."

Softly, Namjoon pets the backs of his fingers over Hoseok's cheeks. Hoseok's eyelids flutter shut, and he lets out a deep, pleased exhale. But Namjoon yanks on his hair, forcing Hoseok's eyes open.

"Eyes on me!" he commands, and Hoseok shouts, "Yes, sir!" instinctively. 

"Sir?" Namjoon asks, lifting an eyebrow. "Not daddy?"

Hoseok shakes his head in small, quick movements. Not daddy. Daddy reminds him...makes him think of...

"Hmm," Namjoon groans with a devious grin. "I think I want you to call me daddy, though."

"Joon," Hoseok pleads, whimpering when his hair is pulled roughly. "Baby—sir, please!"

Namjoon crouches before Hoseok, still somewhat taller, but nearly eye-level, and he cocks his head to the side, holding tightly to his hair. 

"You don't want to be reminded of him, do you?" Namjoon asks, voice soft, almost sympathetic. 

Somehow, Hoseok feels the overwhelming urge to cry. 

"No," he mutters pathetically. "No, I don't want to be reminded of him."

After a pause, Namjoon says, "You will call me daddy," while taking Hoseok's jaw in his hand once more, squeezing just enough for it to ache. "By the time I'm done with you, that word will only remind you of me. Are we clear?"

"Yes—" Hoseok whimpers, voice caught in his throat as tears rise to his eyes. 

Namjoon squeezes tighter, and Hoseok knows it is a signal to finish his sentence.

"D-daddy," he says, choked by the vines that squeeze and squeeze. "Yes, daddy."

"Good boy," Namjoon growls as he stands. 

Namjoon steps forward, crowding Hoseok's space with his cheek gently pressed against his soft cock. The delicate musk of Namjoon's sweat and sweet scent of fabric softener has Hoseok's mouth watering, and he lifts his hands, eager to pull the briefs away. 

"Keep your hands on your knees," Namjoon instructs as he yanks Hoseok's face forward, crashing his nose and lips into his bulge. 

Hoseok huffs warmth through the fabric and allows his lips to drag, hypnotized by the familiar feeling of his husband's semi-erect yet heavy dick as it slowly hardens against him. He takes a deep inhale, desperate for his senses to be filled only with the scents of Namjoon and home. 

"Do you deserve my cock?" Namjoon asks teasingly, grinding Hoseok's face into him.

"No," Hoseok whimpers pathetically. 

"That's right," Namjoon responds, using his thumb to tug down on the waistband of his briefs until Hoseok's nose is buried in dark, rough hair. "You don't deserve my cock. You're lucky I don't force you to watch me fuck someone else."

Shame fills Hoseok's chest, weighing heavily. He knows it is true; he agrees.

"I bet my coworker Hoseok would break me in half. He's so strong. I bet he would fuck me so good." 

Hoseok's heart pounds; it aches. Namjoon's coworker Lee Hoseok is an absolute beefcake of a man, and he has seen the shy way he looks at his husband. They have even joked in the past about Namjoon leaving him for his coworker of the same name, but this time, it does not feel like a joke. This time, it stings.

"How would that make you feel?” Namjoon continues. “Me calling your name for another man?"

A sob shakes through Hoseok's chest, and before he can stop himself, tears begin to fall from both eyes; sadness and maybe a sense of relief. 

"Namjoon, please," Hoseok groans, burying his face against his husband's crotch while his nails dig into the skin of his knees.

"What about Soyoon?" Namjoon asks, voice still just as deep and laced with playful hints that swirl with anger. "Wouldn't she look so pretty sprawled out on the blue comforter, squeezing her thighs around my head?"

"Baby—" Hoseok whimpers. He does not want to think about Namjoon's shy, mysteriously gorgeous coworker like that. 

"That's not what you call me," Namjoon responds curtly with a squeeze to Hoseok's hair. 

Sadness wells over—bursts like a dam as Hoseok shouts, "Daddy!"

"Beg me," Namjoon commands, shoving his briefs down lower with one hand. 

"Please, daddy. Please let me make it up to you. Please let me apologize."

"Make it up to me?" Namjoon scoffs, making the vines squeeze Hoseok's sorry little heart. "How could you possibly do that?"

"Please," Hoseok sobs, tears pouring down his cheeks. All he wants is to suck Namjoon's cock and make him feel good. He just wants to be used and hurt until he can no longer comprehend the world around him. 

Namjoon's briefs slide past his thighs and hit the floor, and Hoseok looks up through his eyelashes pleadingly. From here, Namjoon may as well be a god towering over him; massive, omnipotent, and unforgiving. 

"Open," Namjoon instructs.

Hoseok tilts his head back and lets his mouth fall open, tongue rolled out flat. With two fingers, Namjoon presses onto his tongue, slowly sliding back into Hoseok's throat and out, back and forth. The urge to gag makes tears continue to stream from Hoseok's eyes, and saliva begins to pool under and along the edge of his tongue. 

"Gonna use this pretty mouth," Namjoon groans as he leans forward, pulls his fingertips to the end of Hoseok's tongue, and spits.

Hoseok gasps, feeling heat rise to his cheeks as the spit settles on his tongue. Humiliation is not something Namjoon usually enjoys; he must be really angry. 

Namjoon stands tall once more—a looming presence—and Hoseok pleads with his eyes, eager for Namjoon to let out some of his wrath. He just wants things to be back to normal between the two of them, despite knowing it will probably never be the way it was before. If hurting him is a way to achieve that goal, then Hoseok wants to hurt. He needs to. 

Namjoon's cock hangs heavy and leaking, and Hoseok tilts his chin toward it, flicking his tongue until it hits velvety skin. Another rough tug on Hoseok's hair makes him sob; he has gotten used to the steady pull, but the skin has also settled into a state of soreness that is easily exacerbated. 

"What an eager little whore," Namjoon teases, lightly smacking his fingertips over Hoseok's tongue, filling him with the urge to cough. "Alright, if you're that desperate, suck my cock."

"Thank you, daddy," Hoseok mutters softly as Namjoon's grip on his hair loosens. He licks up Namjoon's shaft as best as he can.

Without his hands, however, Hoseok cannot quite reach the tip. With a frustrated huff, Hoseok attempts to sit higher on his knees, but he is just barely out of reach. 

Namjoon laughs, filling Hoseok head to toe with shame, and he takes his cock in one hand and smacks it against Hoseok's eager tongue before letting it go to hit his stomach.

"Daddy," Hoseok whines with his tongue half hanging from his mouth.

"What's the matter, little whore? Do you need me to help you with everything?"

Namjoon's words begin to cut so deep, causing the vines to squeeze so hard, Hoseok swallows twice to rid his throat of the lump that continues to gather. The urge to cry grows stronger.

With an exaggerated sigh, Namjoon tilts his hips, takes the base of his shaft in his hand, and flicks it down, hitting Hoseok on the lips. Hoseok whimpers as his mouth falls open, and he attempts to wrap his lips around the tip, but Namjoon keeps moving it—keeps fucking with him.

"Christ, Namjoon," Hoseok snaps, and Namjoon's grip on his hair tightens, making him wince. 

"What's the matter, Seok?" Namjoon growls, standing tall with his eyes squinted and something dark burning behind them. "Don't like being toyed around with, hmm?"

Tears threaten to break, and Hoseok blinks rapidly to chase the feeling away. 

"No," he mutters pathetically, feeling his body fall limp and causing his hair to tug more. 

Namjoon yanks Hoseok back to his knees—back to sitting up just as high as before—and Hoseok whimpers from the feeling, but allows his mouth to fall open. He wants Namjoon to use him, despite the myriad emotions this scene is conjuring inside him. He needs Namjoon to let his feelings out. 

"Open," Namjoon instructs, and Hoseok sighs as his tongue lolls flat from his mouth.

The tight grip on Hoseok's hair becomes a dull sensation once more, and as Namjoon slides his cock roughly into his throat, Hoseok breathes through the urge to gag, feeling tears along his eye line begin to break. Hoseok closes his lips and sucks, doing his best to swallow back in time with Namjoon's thrusts and make it feel good for him. 

Namjoon groans and places his hand under Hoseok's chin, making the squeeze in his throat tighter. Hoseok feels as if his head is caught in some sort of loose vice grip—like if he attempts to rest on his knees, Namjoon will continue to roughly hold him suspended in the air. 

The sounds Hoseok's throat begin to make as Namjoon thrusts deeper and harder are low and guttural, bordering gags and moans, sending a chill through him. The thick saliva that gathers is even worse. 

Hoseok nearly fears for his ability to breathe as Namjoon's cock drives further, but he feels powerless to do anything to stop the deep, hurried thrusts, and his eyes roll back as he makes attempts to suck air in through his nose. His body starts to go limp and his ears begin to ring. 

When Namjoon pulls out entirely, Hoseok gasps a horrendous involuntary sound, and he crashes to the floor, realizing a second too late that Namjoon has let his hold on him go.

"Seok," Namjoon says, but he does not sound concerned. He sounds annoyed. Inconvenienced. 

Hoseok blinks heavily, hot tears stream down his face, and he swallows hard to push back all the thick, phlegmy spit. As he stares down at his hands, seeing the way his fingernails cut into his skin, he barely recognizes himself. He seems paler. Weaker. 

Namjoon sighs.

"I don't fucking get you," he says. "You call me here like it's some kind of emergency, then completely dissociate."

Hoseok is almost certain that this is not what dissociating is, but he is not in his right mind to argue. And, anyway, what would be the point? His voice cracks, and the first part of his sentence gets stuck somewhere unvoiced, as he mutters, "—being too rough."

"Alright, sorry," Namjoon says as his weight shifts from one leg to the other. He does not sound sorry.

Hoseok hums, looks up, and holds his mouth open, shuttering as he takes in Namjoon's distant, angry glare. 

"I can do it," he mutters, "let's keep going."

Without a word, Namjoon takes Hoseok by the face in one hand and slides his cock back into his mouth. Hoseok is somewhat surprised; he expected the tears and overall distress to stop Namjoon. He expected to have to beg. 

"Feels good," Namjoon groans as the tip of his cock hits the back of Hoseok's throat, but not hard enough to make him lurch. "Fuck, baby, your mouth always feels so good."

Hoseok's eyelids flutter closed, and he moans as he swallows back, gently gripping his fingertips into nail-dug skin as he does his best to breathe through each languid thrust. 

Sucking Namjoon's cock is always a treat. The heavy weight of him, girth stretching his lips just slightly too much, the salty-sweet taste of his heady precome. Namjoon is heaven.

As Hoseok relaxes further into the feeling of his husband using his mouth, his tears fall less frequently, and his hands fully relax over his knees. He can forgive Namjoon for his outburst; he knows he deserves it. In fact, he deserves far worse. 

"Swallow around me," Namjoon commands softly, rubbing his thumb along the edge of Hoseok's mouth, smearing spit on his skin. Hoseok does as he is told, earning him a deep, pleased groan.

"That's it, fuck, so good. Gonna come soon, baby. Not gonna last long."

There is a voice in Hoseok's head that tells him that Namjoon not lasting too long is a good sign. Namjoon must not have already come today—always having more stamina the second time—and therefore, he must not be cheating on him. After all, Hoseok has expected his long evenings at work and out with coworkers to result in cheating. It is what he feels Namjoon owes him after everything he has put him through, but the thought of his big, dumb cutie being unfaithful does make him sad. 

Of course, Namjoon could still be cheating; Hoseok did call him to come right home today, after all. Hoseok chooses not to dwell on it.

Instead, Hoseok sucks eagerly, even rolls his tongue when he can, anxious to make his husband come. Namjoon groans and gasps, sounds becoming louder and more desperate, hips picking up speed. With both hands, Namjoon grips Hoseok by the sides of his face and begins to trust a little harder. 

Air and spit sputter out from the sides of Hoseok's mouth, and he does his best to sit pretty and let Namjoon use him as he needs. He can feel his face warm as the lack of sufficient oxygen makes it harder and harder for him to breathe, and his fingertips once again dig into his knees. 

Luckily, Namjoon chases his high quickly. With two more powerful thrusts, Namjoon presses in far enough to make white burst in Hoseok's vision at the loss of oxygen before he pulls out completely and comes on Hoseok's face. Hoseok heaves for air, doing his best not to cough, eager to stay as still as he can as Namjoon paints his face. 

Once he has caught his breath, Hoseok holds out his tongue to catch the last of the release, then attempts to lick as much of it from around his mouth as he can. Come drips down his cheeks and slides down the slope of his nose, and Namjoon stands, cock fisted overhead a little longer before he steps away, toward the bathroom. 

"Felt good," Namjoon calls just before turning on the faucet. 

Hoseok lets out a sigh of relief. His heart and lungs ache, feeling tightly wound with emotion. He would love to curl up and fall asleep, but—despite everything he is feeling—he still wants to get held down and fucked. He wants it so badly, his entire body vibrates for it—every nerve needs it. 

Viscous, watery fluid leaks down Hoseok’s chin, mingling with the drool that has pooled, then drops down to his chest. Namjoon must be really well-hydrated; his release is more watery than sticky today. 

Namjoon returns with a small grey washcloth that looks darkened by water, and he slowly approaches, smiling down at Hoseok as he surveys the mess he has made. Then he squats, still sitting taller than Hoseok by several inches, gazing down at him with a smirk. 

“So pretty covered in my come,” Namjoon mutters. “All mine.”

“Yours,” Hoseok rasps, throat feeling sore. 

Namjoon gently rubs the cold, damp rag over Hoseok’s face, taking extra care to wipe his chin, neck, and chest, covering his body in goosebumps as the cool sensation shivers through him. All the while, Hoseok’s palms stay rested on his knees. 

All yours, Hoseok thinks. If only he could believe in the conviction of the words. 

When Hoseok arrives at his office at 8 AM on the dot, The Boss is standing beside his door with her arms folded over her chest, gripping onto a manila folder. She wears thick, dark sunglasses despite being indoors, adorned in one of her long, black dresses that covers her from neck to wrist to ankle—a dress fit for a funeral. Hoseok wonders if it will be his own life that she will be mourning as he reaches a hand out to take the document. 

"New Zealand?" Hoseok asks, realizing with a pang of anxiety that he forgot to mention this job to Namjoon last night, too distracted by getting fucked within an inch of his life.

The Boss hums. "We need to bring the man back to Korea to carry out the assassination order, so your primary duty is to jump and lead him to us."

"Of course," Hoseok says as he punches in the code to his office door and pushes it open with his palm.

"And I assume you got rid of Kim Seokjin?" The Boss asks, stopping Hoseok in his tracks. 

Hoseok clears his throat and mutters, "Yeah," then turns to face The Boss. "I asked him to provide substantial evidence for his claims, and he has not gotten in touch since. Perhaps he knew what we would find in his background check and decided not to pursue it further."

"That is a relief," The Boss states. "We have found…something…but we are working on substantiating it, first."

"Found something?" Hoseok asks, knitting his brows. "What?"

"I—" The Boss begins, then she cocks her head to the side, and Hoseok can see her mulling her words over. "Let's hold off on this conversation until the results come back."

Ordinarily, Hoseok would argue. It is a big pet peeve of his when someone begins to share information only to rescind it. But today, he has no fight in him, and he nods his head and mutters, "Fine."

"Everything alright at home?" The Boss asks. 

Hoseok knows this tone, and he cracks an unconvincing smile and says, "For the most part." 

Namjoon is a liability are the words Hoseok recalls, spoken by The Boss more times than he would like to admit. He knows she does not care how things at home are. He knows that she feels he would be better at his job if he was not married at all. Surely, bringing Namjoon onto the team has not changed that. 

"That's good," The Boss responds flatly before she turns around and leaves. 

With a glare, Hoseok watches after her, then he walks to his desk and throws himself into the uncomfortable chair that sits before it, wincing from the soreness of his ass—a reminder of the night before. As he lifts the file and allows it to fall open, he sees an image of an older man who appears to be Korean, dressed in a suit. There is nothing about the man that stands out in any way, and Hoseok reads through the file quickly. The mission is to jump into the man's advisor's body—against the advisor's will—and hand the two of them over to a team that will escort them back to Korea. Easy enough. 

Hoseok sighs and tosses the folder onto his desk, letting the papers fly from it and fall over the opposite edge, landing on his leather chair, and possibly on the floor. New Zealand is still a bit of a trek to Australia, but it is closer than he is now. Hoseok looked up flights last night, right after Namjoon fell asleep. 

The information Seokjin gave him seems pretty clear. Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung popped up on Seokjin's radar the day The Boss claimed Yoongi and Jeongguk went missing. The crimes that Park and Kim are allegedly running from seem to have all been fabricated in order to get Hoseok's attention. But why? Why is Seokjin unable to come right out and tell Hoseok point blank that these bodies may be hosting the consciousnesses of the men he is searching for, if that is, in fact, what Seokjin is trying to say? What does Seokjin have to lose? What could his connection to them be?

The phone on Hoseok's desk rings. He lets out a heavy sigh as he stands from the chair, rounds his desk, and picks up the receiver, staring down at the paperwork that is scattered on his office chair and the floor. 

"This is Jung," Hoseok says, making a failed attempt to not sound absolutely dead inside. 

"Hoseok-ssi," The Boss says, and Hoseok hums in response, "the target has just made a reservation at the Sofitel in Wellington, and appears to be checking out one week from today. In the event that he moves, I want to try to get to him first. What are the odds of getting you on a flight in the morning?"

Tomorrow morning is way too soon. Hoseok will hardly have a chance to explain to Namjoon what is going on, and what if his pivot to Australia winds up taking him a while? How long will he be away from his husband on such short notice?

"Tomorrow morning is fine," Hoseok responds, nibbling on his bottom lip. 

"Perfect." The Boss responds, sounding pleased as she hangs up.

With a sigh, Hoseok hangs up the phone, then he slowly gets down on his knees to pick up the spilled paperwork and shove it back into the file folder. He considers what he is going to tell Namjoon, then he stands, grabs the papers from his chair, and places it all on top of his desk in a pile before picking up his office phone once more and dialing Namjoon's extension at work. 

It takes four rings before Namjoon picks up, and Hoseok is grateful that he is around rather than helping a patient. Namjoon's voice almost sounds foreign to Hoseok, with how chipper it is when he says, "This is Kim's office."

"Joon," Hoseok blurts, feeling a heavy wave of sadness settle over him from how unusual Namjoon's happy tone sounds, "hey, sorry for calling you at work."

"Oh," Namjoon responds, voice dropping, sounding concerned, "Seok, baby, is everything alright?"

Suddenly, Hoseok feels the weight of leaving the country pressing heavily on his shoulders and tears well into his eyes. He swallows a lump and breathes through the tight, tight squeeze as the vines snake through each rib. 

"Uh—I, uh…Yeah. Kind of."

"Can we talk about this in person, tonight?"

"It's The Boss. She wants to send me to New Zealand."

"Oh."

"Tomorrow."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Hoseok rubs a hand over his cheek and closes his eyes, letting out a huff of air. Moments ago, he was somewhat content with everything, and now he feels stricken by regret. 

Namjoon sighs, and Hoseok braces himself, expecting the worst. Not that things could get much worse. 

"Well, I was going to take a trip home to visit my family in a few weeks, but maybe I'll push it up and leave this weekend."

"Oh?" 

Hoseok finds this news surprising; he had no idea Namjoon had been planning another trip home. Not that Ilsan is far at all, but typically, Hoseok travels with his husband. 

"Yeah. I just think I need a breather after everything that has happened, you know?"

Another breather. Only a few months ago, Namjoon went to Ilsan for a breather, and now he feels the need to go again?

"Alright," Hoseok responds, failing to sound positive. "That works out well, then."

A voice calls to Namjoon, and Hoseok's heart pounds heavily as Namjoon chuckles and says, away from the phone, "Sounds great, Yoon; be right there!" and then returns to Hoseok to say, "Lunch is here, so I am going to let you go. See you at home?"

Lunch with Soyoon. Soyoon brought Namjoon lunch. Hoseok does his best not to spiral.

"Alright. See ya," Hoseok mutters before hanging up and throwing himself down into his office chair. 

He wonders how things could get any more fucking cumbersome.

[Unknown]: Hoseok-ssi, this is KSJ. I have information on your boys. They have a reservation at the Park Hyatt in Sydney, with a checkout date of a next week Saturday. I hear the botanical garden is lovely this time of year.

Hoseok: When do they check in?

Hoseok watches as his message is never delivered. So communication with Seokjin is a one-way street. He supposes he can handle that. Briefly, his thumbs twitch as he considers calling the line he already had for the man, but if Seokjin is going out of his way to communicate through unknown numbers, Hoseok already knows he will not be reached on his main line.

Sydney is much closer to New Zealand than Perth, and Hoseok cannot help but wonder if this is no coincidence. But it has to be, right? There is no way Seokjin has managed to orchestrate another hit just to get him close to Australia. That seems ridiculous. Considering Seokjin never pressed Hoseok about the alleged and suspected charges, Hoseok wonders if he was never going to formally pursue a hit on the two men at all, but he just wanted Hoseok to pay attention to Park and Kim. 

It certainly does not seem impossible. Seokjin does not work for a government agency, but there is something about him…something that The Boss suspects. But what? Hoseok does find it quite interesting that both his target and his persons of interest seem to be making moves at the same time, and that hotel reservations are the specific pieces of information being fed to him by both his boss and Seokjin. Does Seokjin have some way of monitoring his correspondences? He is beginning to think like a conspiracy theorist.

Ever since Seokjin's visit, Hoseok has been spending less and less time watching the CCTV feeds. He no longer believes Yoongi and Jeongguk are likely to be in Japan. He knows it is foolish to think the two men in Australia could be them, but…what if? How else could they have disappeared without a trace?

By the time 6 PM rolls around, Hoseok shuts his monitor off, shoves his paperwork into his desk, and stands up, glancing around the office. Light dapples in through tall black and silver curtains, covering the room in a dreamy glow. 

Hoseok does not wish to ever return to this office. The more he takes in his surroundings, thinking about all the lives he has taken, and those he has lost, he feels a deep contempt and hatred, compounded by a sense of longing that almost settles into his bones like nostalgia.

He wonders if he would be better off never knowing Yoongi and Jeongguk. If he could turn back time, pursue a different line of work, and never cross their paths, he and Namjoon would not be so strained, and he would not be so set on disappearing completely. He is relieved that Namjoon is returning to Ilsan, to visit his family. He wonders if he should recommend Namjoon stays there a while longer. Possibly for good. 

With his face buried in his pillow for the second night in a row, Hoseok feels as if he may just be on the brink of total ascension. Soul leaving the body, and all that—enlightened beyond the realm of what is humanly imaginable. 

Namjoon fucks him slow and deep, pressing hard on the back of his head while his other hand grips the tip of Hoseok’s cock, squeezing any time he starts to feel close, as if Namjoon is hardwired to know precisely when he is ready to burst. 

Hoseok grips and claws at soft quilted fabric, breath ragged and hot, sticking to his skin as it condensates with nowhere else to go, suffocating him as his bliss ebbs and flows to high highs and abrupt stops. He could die like this. He practically begs Namjoon to press hard enough to cut off the flow of oxygen completely. 

“So fucking good for me,” Namjoon moans as he thrusts languidly. Two loads of his come squelch with every movement; Namjoon has been making Hoseok wait a long time before he can finish. Hoseok does not mind. “Gonna be so sore, you’ll feel me all the way to New Zealand, baby.”

Hoseok whimpers and squeezes the comforter harder, lamenting having to leave. He almost feels guilty for how quickly he knows he will forget about Namjoon the moment his feet touch new soil. Once he focuses on finding them, everything else will fade into obscurity. 

“On your back,” Namjoon mutters, voice sounding deep and broken as he pulls out and releases Hoseok’s cock, making him tremble and whine, feeling so terribly empty. 

Hoseok falls to his hip and takes a deep breath, keeping his eyes shut as he rolls onto his back. He squints his eyes open, blinking so as to not let in too much light, and Namjoon’s torso and neck come into view, flushed and covered in a layer of sweat. 

“Wanna look at you while I come inside you one last time,” Namjoon says, making Hoseok’s stomach churn from how final it all sounds, reminding him of the last time with Yoongi, when he said something similar. “Want to watch you come once more before you’re gone.”

“G-gone,” Hoseok mutters quietly, voice croaking around the word, throat raw from screaming into the pillow. 

Namjoon grips Hoseok’s hips to yank and press him into place, lines himself with Hoseok’s sore, used hole, then spits on Hoseok’s cock and grips it tightly, rolling his palm over the head. The pressure from orgasm after orgasm being denied has every touch feeling electric to the point of being painful, and Hoseok gasps and groans from the touch, pleasure-pain shooting through his limbs and festering deep in his guts. 

“So pretty,” Namjoon praises as he slowly fills Hoseok, pressing his thick length past each ring of abused and tired muscle. 

Hoseok whimpers and sobs, feeling too overwhelmed by the sight of his husband towering over and glaring down on him. Everything is too much, and Hoseok wishes he could return to being pressed face down. Suffocation would certainly be easier on the heart. 

With a deep, rumbly groan, Namjoon pulls back and thrusts forward quickly, causing Hoseok's entire body to freeze, spine locked in an arch, as a sob quakes through him and trembles from between his lips. He is suddenly so dreadfully close to the edge and already beyond the point of overstimulation. 

"You gonna come already, baby?" Namjoon teases, rolling his palm over Hoseok's cock while he pulls back and thrusts forward, back and forward, picking up a pace much steadier than anything he has done for the past incomprehensible amount of time. 

"I'm—" Hoseok sobs, squeezing his eyes closed as Namjoon thrusts deep and opening them widely when he pulls back. "Yes."

"Good boy."

Hoseok whimpers as Namjoon continues to fuck him, and his heels dig uselessly against the blue comforter, unable to find a stable position. His legs are restless, but he lacks the energy to hold them in place, instead clawing at the blanket with both hands, down at his sides. 

"T-too much," Hoseok whines, knowing that if he really needs Namjoon to slow or stop, that he will have to use his safeword, not wanting to. 

Namjoon knits his brows and juts out his lip into a mock pout, responding, "You can take it, baby," in a tone dripping with mirth, making Hoseok want to cry. 

Hoseok is not entirely sure he can take it. His entire body begins to stiffen and convulse against the mattress as sharp, overwhelming waves of horrible pleasure rock through him, pulling him asunder. Close. So, terribly close. 

"So good for me," Namjoon groans, giving Hoseok's cock a firm, nearly painful squeeze. "For me and only me,"

"Only you…" Hoseok mutters as his eyes roll back and he succumbs to innumerous feelings, trembling and sobbing as the pleasure bursts and overcomes him.

"That's it," Namjoon groans, voice sounding affected—broken around the edges.

Hoseok paints himself in release, spraying his neck, chest, and tummy, aided by Namjoon's insistent fist. Much to his demise, Namjoon's hips speed up, shooting blinding amounts of pleasure-pain through him. It hurts—it hurts to the extent of Hoseok nearly calling his safeword and begging Namjoon to stop. The oxygen feels pressed sharply from his lungs, and he squeezes his eyes closed so hard, his head begins to ache.

"Joon…" he mutters, voice barely audible over the slap of skin against sweaty skin. "Pl–please, baby…hurts…"

With a loud, long groan, Namjoon's hips still and tremble, and he pulls from Hoseok's stretched, aching hole and sprays his come over Hoseok's thigh, tummy, and deflating cock, droplets compared to his earlier loads, but still more than Hoseok would expect. The fluids instantly begin to cool, along with the sweat that covers him, and Hoseok's shoulders and chest tense as he begins to shiver. 

"God damn," Namjoon gasps, leaning forward on one hand propped beside Hoseok's hip while he squeezes his cock in the other. "Fuck. Look at you, shivering and covered in come. Such a pretty fuck toy, baby."

The impulse to cry returns, and Hoseok attempts to blink it away, feeling a trembling exhale work its way through his chest and throat. 

"C-cold," he whines, making Namjoon chuckle.

"Alright, let's get you into a hot shower," Namjoon says in a tone that is flat, possibly verging on annoyance, though Hoseok could be imagining it.

Namjoon leaves the room and makes his way to the bathroom. Lazily, Hoseok drops his head to the side and watches as his husband's ass flexes and relaxes—perky and soft. The sound of the faucet turning on makes Hoseok groan, and he sits up slowly, feeling his muscles settle somewhat painfully from being fucked so hard and for so long. 

When Namjoon returns, he appears exasperated. His lips are tugged down into a frown, and he looks everywhere but at Hoseok, even as he approaches and scoops him up bridal style to take into the bathroom. Despite the feeling of discomfort that engulfs and settles down into his bones, Hoseok leans into Namjoon, shivering against his warm skin, and Namjoon squeezes him a bit in response. 

"I'll miss you, Seok," Namjoon mutters as they enter the bathroom. 

And although Hoseok knows Namjoon must only be talking about missing him while Hoseok is away on his work trip, the way he says it feels heavy. Matched with the way he was speaking moments ago about fucking him one last time, Hoseok's mind races. What if he returns and Namjoon has decided to move on, leaving him alone in this home? He knows he deserves it. 

"I'll miss you too, Joonie," Hoseok responds solemnly, thankful to be set beside the shower so that he can step into the tub, allowing the steam and water to greet him—warm and welcoming, and a cover for his tears. 

Hoseok is beginning to stir, letting the early morning sunlight break through, turning his dreams into distant blurs that are slowly wiping from his mind. He hardly makes sense of Namjoon's voice sweetly saying, "Rise and shine, baby," until delicate touches against his forehead and cheek bring the waking world more quickly into focus. 

"Hmm?" Hoseok grumbles, stretching his legs out, followed by his arms, which he lifts over his head. 

"You have a long trip ahead of you, so I thought I would head to work a little late and see you off," Namjoon responds low and close, leaving warm breath after each word to ghost over Hoseok's face. 

Namjoon smells minty and sweet, and Hoseok would chase his lips to have a taste, if only his own breath weren't putrid from sleep. Slowly, Hoseok opens his eyes, squinting as he adjusts to the light. Namjoon has opened the curtains, and although the sun has yet to fully rise, it is more than Hoseok is used to when he wakes.

"What would my husband like for breakfast?" Namjoon asks, and Hoseok nearly pinches himself to check that he is awake, after all. 

"Coffee and an omelet?" Hoseok responds, voice still raw from overuse. 

With a hum, Namjoon kisses Hoseok on the forehead, then makes his way from the bedroom. Hoseok groans and stretches once more, then he sits up, digging his palms into the mattress while the pain in his ass radiates through him, making him hiss. Namjoon certainly fulfilled his promise to make him sore, and he hopes the eleven-hour plane ride is not too painful.

Hoseok sits a moment, gathering his thoughts and allowing his brain to fully catch up to being awake. Then he slowly swings his legs over the edge of the mattress while pushing away the comforter, and sets his feet onto the floor. It feels like only yesterday, Hoseok could barely manage this much movement without feeling intense bursts of blinding pain radiating from his side, and he stares at his feet, grateful for mobility. And for community. Although getting wrapped up in Yoongi and Jeongguk's mess was what got him shot in the first place, Hoseok is grateful to have had them by his and Namjoon's side while he recovered. He thinks about that incident often.

As Hoseok gets out of bed and makes his way to the closet, the smell of coffee slowly permeates the air, hitting his nose. He takes a deep, slow inhale and smiles on each exhale while finding an undershirt and suit for the day—all black, of course. He can faintly hear the sounds of kitchenware, and he gets dressed a little quicker than usual, excited to have breakfast with his husband. 

He promises himself that once he completes the job in New Zealand and confirms his suspicions in Australia, he will be ready to move on and be devoted once more to Namjoon. Although he misses Yoongi and Jeongguk terribly, he feels certain that he is finally at peace with whatever mess transpired between the four of them being over. Enough time has passed, and he does not crave Yoongi the way he used to. 

He will miss occupying Jeongguk's body, but his main concern is that the two of them are still alive. He can deal with the possibility of them being in different vessels if and when the time comes. He just needs to see that they are alive. Perhaps losing the temptation of their former bodies will put everything to rest. 

"Ready, Seok!" Namjoon shouts from downstairs, and Hoseok smiles wide, nibbling on his lower lip. He wonders how he got so lucky to run into Namjoon all those years ago at that shitty college party. He wonders if Namjoon feels lucky sometimes, too. 

"Coming," Hoseok responds, though not too loud. 

He snakes a belt through the loops of his slacks and begins to buckle it, catching his reflection in the mirror. His hair is beginning to grow too long, the back falling below his ears, but he likes the way it frames his face, shaggy and a bit unkempt. 

Hoseok pulls a black blazer from its hanger and drapes it over his arm, then approaches his mahogany jewelry box, lifting the lid and pulling out his favorite Rolex—a black watch face with silver details and a silver band. Then he makes his way from his bedroom, to the stairs. 

Part of him feels sentimental about leaving, but he is too excited about breakfast to let that weigh on him too heavily. He will have to bear the burden of his choices eventually, but for now, Namjoon is waiting for him. And considering the chance that Namjoon might not be here when he returns, Hoseok knows that he needs to appreciate every moment that he can, right now. 

As he walks down the stairs, he notices his suitcase is already down on the landing, and he smiles to himself. Namjoon really has thought of everything, it seems. A relief, considering Hoseok had forgotten to grab it, too busy being wrapped up in his thoughts. The air smells of coffee and melted butter, and Hoseok reaches the bottom of the staircase with a pep in his step and spins in socked feet toward the kitchen. 

Namjoon stands in a black hoodie and sweatpants, which is an uncharacteristic sight, and Hoseok wonders just how much later he plans to go into work, almost making a joke about casual Friday being far more casual than he remembers. He tries not to think of the familiar attire on Yoongi and Jeongguk, but it feels impossible, and he sighs as he smiles and allows his husband to pull him into a hug.

"How long do you expect to be away?" Namjoon asks with his lips pressed to Hoseok's temple. 

Truthfully, Hoseok has no idea. As long as his target is where The Boss says he is, Hoseok could have his actual mission complete by tomorrow. But as for when he will return home…

"Hopefully no longer than a week," Hoseok responds with a sigh, considering the possibility of needing the entire week to search for Jimin and Taehyung. "A week from Sunday, at the latest."

Namjoon plants a kiss on Hoseok's cheek, then steps back and motions for him to have a seat. His breakfast is going to be cold, but Hoseok hardly cares as he lets his fingertips linger on the soft black cotton before pulling away. 

At the sight of only one plate, Hoseok feels a bit sad; he had hoped that he and Namjoon would share a meal before he leaves. But Namjoon does have a seat across from him, cradling a white ceramic mug of steaming coffee, and Hoseok decides that is good enough.

"I might still be in Ilsan when you return," Namjoon says, pulling Hoseok's attention and making him hum. "I'll keep you posted, though."

Hoseok grabs his coffee cup and lifts it to his lips, muttering, "Alright," before taking a sip of the steaming, bitter liquid. Then he sets the mug down and eats his omelet, rushing through it just a tad so that he can round the table, straddle Namjoon's thighs, and get back to hugging and kissing him before he finally has to leave.

"Do we have time to fuck?" Namjoon asks against Hoseok's lips, breath smelling like coffee while his candor takes him by surprise. 

"I don't think I could handle it," Hoseok responds, rubbing his fingertips over Namjoon's neck. His ass is far more sore than he would care to admit.

"What if I already stretched myself with a plug this morning?" Namjoon asks, rubbing his palms down Hoseok's chest and stomach before gripping onto his thighs. 

Hoseok gasps. "Oh?"

Namjoon hums in response and begins to palm over Hoseok's crotch, sending blood flooding to the warmth left by his touch. If Namjoon is already prepped, they should have time for a quickie.

"Alright," Hoseok says, checking his watch to confirm he has about twenty minutes until he has to leave. "I want you naked and on your knees, on the couch."

Hoseok sits up straight and gets onto his feet, taking in the sight of Namjoon disheveled and flushed, lounging back against his wooden dining room chair. 

He steps back, giving him space as Namjoon nods, smiles, and mutters, "Yes, daddy."

Thanks to the aid of prescription medication, most of the eleven-hour and twenty-five-minute flight goes by in a blink of an eye. Hoseok wakes up drowsy and stretches as the plane skids over the tarmac, slowing to a taxi while the sun shines brightly into the small windows. He has never been to New Zealand before, and although he is interested in taking in the scenery, his brain has not fully logged back on.

Beside him, across the tiny aisle, The Boss sits staring out her window with a glass of white wine in her hand, dangling by the stem between two manicured fingers. She must sense Hoseok is awake, because without turning to look at him, she says, "I have confirmation on the…information…that I began to share with you, yesterday."

"Oh?" Hoseok asks through a yawn.

The Boss hums. "As you recall, it is in regards to Seokjin. I fear that once I share this information with you, you might do something irrational."

"Try me," Hoseok responds, already feeling fed up with her tone. 

The plane slows to a stop, and outside workers are positioning a metal ladder outside while an attendant begins to open the door from the inside. The Boss drinks back the last of her wine and holds the empty glass out for another attendant to walk by and grab, then she unbuckles her seatbelt, stands, and smooths her hands over her long black dress—another fit for a funeral.

"Kim Seokjin is a Jeon," The Boss says simply. 

Hoseok's head races, though he already knows what she is trying to tell him. The resemblance between Seokjin and Jeongguk was hard to miss. 

She continues, "A Jeon who is not eager for his father to be assassinated, I suspect. Hence attempting to pull you off of his little brother's trail to focus on a fake job."

Or, Hoseok thinks, he is eager to get his little brother back. Perhaps he assumed that once Hoseok came into contact with his targets, he would know that one of them is Jeongguk in a new body. Maybe he does want his father to be assassinated; he seems quite a bit older than Jeongguk. Perhaps whatever his father is in charge of, Seokjin will be next in line for. He could even be throwing Jeongguk under the bus, hoping for the kid to do his dirty work. 

"Interesting," Hoseok responds as he undoes his seatbelt and stands. 

Hoseok begins to make his way to the exit, already finished with this conversation. Now he definitely wants to get this job finished as quickly as possible so he can get onto a red-eye to Sydney. 

"I recommend you stay away from him," The Boss adds, but Hoseok does not stop, only mutters, "Got it."

"I mean it, Hoseok-ssi," she continues. "Last we heard, he was laying low in Tokyo. Whatever it is he seems to be running away from, it could have something to do with the Korean government. He could be working with Yakuza."

Hoseok nods and exits the airplane, squinting as the sunlight fully permeates his vision. He is tired and grumpy, and he just wants to get jumped and take care of his client. The Boss is close behind, footfalls clicking against the metal ladder as Hoseok reaches the bottom, and he heads toward a black car, anticipating The Boss to climb into the front seat. 

Hoseok opens the door behind the driver and gets into the car, then shuts it and takes in the smell of artificial leather that has undoubtedly been sprayed, perhaps to give an air of newness or importance. Once The Boss gets into the front seat, a staff member places their luggage into the trunk and closes it, then the car takes off. 

"We are going to take you straight to the target host and get you in and out quickly," The Boss states. 

Music to Hoseok's ears. 

"Sounds good," Hoseok mutters as he closes his eyes and rests his head back. 

With any luck, he may be able to avoid checking into the hotel altogether. 

Although it is possible to jump into the body of a person who has been knocked out, The Boss prefers not to go that route. Depending on the method used to knock out a host, their body may be sluggish, and that is the last thing an assassin needs. So when Hoseok shows up to the penthouse of some fancy hotel to find a man bound to a chair and whimpering into a gag, he sighs. 

Of course, he agrees with The Boss, and prefers his hosts to be as alert as possible, but jumping into the body of a man who has been struggling enough to break out into a sweat is also not optimal. Not only is he risking feeling soreness, but he is going to have to clean the man enough to make him presentable to the target, which is a hassle. 

Without skipping a beat, Hoseok approaches the hotel bed and pulls off his black blazer, draping it over the back of a nearby empty chair before taking a seat and swinging his legs up. He lays his head into the receiver, then reaches back to uncork his implant and plug himself in. The metal feels cold as it slides past his skin, though he cannot feel anything once it enters the receptor nestled in his brain. 

"Ready?" The Boss calls, and Hoseok closes his eyes and hums before saying, "Ready."

"Jumping in 3…2…"

A ringing can be heard before everything goes black and then white. 

It always feels weird to wake up in someone else's body. The discombobulation of space and time, adjusting for hand-eye coordination in a new skinsuit with different length limbs and overall proportions, acclimating as quickly as possible to carry out the tasks at hand. 

But he always adjusts quickly because he is the best. 

Nobody is better than Jung Hoseok.

When Hoseok opens the host's eyes, he feels the soreness in the man's biceps and thighs from being bound to the wooden chair, and he closes the host's eyes and sighs, doing his best to relax the man's muscles while the team checks to make sure it is, in fact, Hoseok jumped into his skin.

"Birthday?" a man asks as the cloth is pulled down away from Hoseok's host's mouth. 

"Nineteen ninety-four, eighteen, two."

"And your spouse?" The man asks.

Hoseok clicks the host's tongue against the roof of his mouth and mutters, "Keep my husband out of this."

The man looks past Hoseok, undoubtedly to The Boss, who must give him a signal to accept the answer. 

Hoseok is untied from the chair and stands, stretching the long, heavy limbs with the hope of relieving some tension. 

"Your host and the target have a dinner reservation at the restaurant downstairs," The Boss informs as Hoseok cracks his host's neck and stretches the arms out once more. "All we need you to do is get the man into a car afterward. How you manage that is up to you, as long as it does not cause a scene."

Before falling asleep on the airplane, Hoseok watched a video compilation of the two men interacting and determined that the target is pretty easily persuaded by the host, who goes by the name of Ahn Ilseong. The target—a man named Choi Giseok—is a lawyer who has been taking bribes from some pretty high-profile clients, recently assisting in the building of an apartment complex that will cover what the Korean government believes to be a burial grounds for a now-defunct gang whose operators are still lurking in the shadows of Seoul. 

After the discovery of two bodies, detectives have been working around the clock to catch those in charge and put a stop to the building operations, but the man Hoseok meets with today has been influential in covering everyone's tracks. 

While taking hush money, Choi has been approving building codes and ordinances for the construction of that building, despite the place being an active crime scene, using his power and influence to secure a certain police chief who Choi has promised to help make a mayor, right into his pocket. Hence the hit placed on his head; taking down a lawyer is far easier than taking down the police, but Hoseok expects this case to extend into their precinct, should this job not send a clear enough message.

Hoseok approaches his own body, which lies unconscious on the bed, and rummages through his front pocket to grab his cell phone. Then he types in his passcode and makes his way to the suite's bathroom to clean up while he replays videos of the host to watch for mannerisms and listen for speech patterns. 

This time frame is a little tight and not ideal, but he is confident he can figure it out. Worst case scenario, he drugs the man and makes it appear as though he is too drunk and needs to be escorted out to a car. It does not quite fit the whole not-making-a-scene profile, but it is a plausible enough scenario. 

Once Hoseok has the host's face washed and hair combed with enough dry shampoo to rid the sweaty and disheveled appearance he found him in, Hoseok bids The Boss farewell and makes his way down to the lobby with ten minutes to spare before their reservation. 

Choi Giseok is already at the bar when Hoseok arrives, and he approaches on the man's right side, slinging an arm over his shoulder, doing his best not to gag from the overwhelming stench of cigar smoke, sweat, and booze. Much to Hoseok's delight, he seems to be on his way to being wasted. 

"Starting without me?" Hoseok chides, as he looks down at the man's drink and back to his face. 

Choi squints at him, and for a split moment, Hoseok worries that already he may be blowing his own cover. He is, after all, a little rusty from not working as much as he used to. Perhaps his studies were not thorough enough. 

"Ahn, you son of a bitch!" Choi finally slurs, setting Hoseok's mind at ease. "Have a drink with me, and then we will sit down to dinner and discuss the deal, yeah?"

"Yeah," Hoseok responds with a crooked smile, breathing in through the host's mouth in an attempt to avoid Choi's stench as he settles on the stool beside him. He waves down the tender, orders one of "whatever he's having," and sets the night in motion. 

It takes exactly two hours of listening to the old man babble bullshit, eating steak, and drinking whiskey before Hoseok is able to get him into a car on its way to the airport. He does not even put up a fuss; hardly seeming cognizant of where he is. Easy peasy. 

The walk back through the hotel lobby and to the elevators is a bit rushed and stumbly due to his attempts to keep up with Choi's unrelenting need to drink and drink. He wastes no time, feeling the host's pulse spike as he makes his way back to the penthouse suite, to his body.

By the time Hoseok is back in his own skin, he feels restless. Two men drug a very combative Ahn Ilseong and drag him out while Hoseok smooths his jacket down with his palms. The thrill of completing a task feels duller than usual, and he checks his Rolex to find that it is already after 8 PM. He is quite tired, but not enough to stay on this island. He needs to get to Australia. 

"I trust that we have someone waiting for these men back home to carry out the rest of the mission," Hoseok says, pretending to adjust his silver cufflinks while ignoring the way The Boss must be glaring at him. 

"And why would you assume such a thing?" she asks after a few tense seconds of silence. 

"Your description of the job only included jumping and getting the man into custody," Hoseok says, glancing up to find her squinting at him with her hands on her hips. "There was no mention of me carrying out the assassination."

"And just who the fuck else will carry it out?" The Boss snaps.

Hoseok fights the urge to laugh—this really should not strike him as funny, but he is mentally and emotionally checked out. 

"Any of the other men," Hoseok responds, lifting a brow and dropping his hands to his sides. "We have a whole team."

The Boss studies him for a moment, then crosses her arms tightly over her chest before asking, "You're going to Australia, aren't you?"

"That is correct," Hoseok responds; he figures he may as well be honest.

"Hoseok—" she begins, but he cuts her off. 

"I think it's them. At the very least, I need to see for myself."

"And if they're not?" The Boss challenges, cocking her head to the side. 

Hoseok drops his gaze to the forest green carpet and shrugs. 

"If they're not, then they're not. Either way, I will be home in a few days."

"I thought I told you to stay away from Seokjin," she tries, and Hoseok senses a tremble in her voice. 

"This isn't about Seokjin. This is about Yoongi and Jeongguk. I need to go."

The Boss does not say anything at first, and Hoseok hovers for a few beats before deciding he would like to get to the airport as quickly as he can. He unlocks his phone and searches for whether or not New Zealand has Uber, then navigates to the app and calls for a car to the airport. 

"I won't send you there with the company's fuel," The Boss says, possibly as a last-ditch effort to make Hoseok change his mind. He hadn't planned on using the private jet in the first place.

Hoseok lifts his phone and turns the screen toward The Boss, showing her the Uber app with a map open. A little black car symbol is at the far bottom of the screen, connected to a dot where the hotel is by a long, winding black line. 

"Already have it figured out," he says.

"Alright," The Boss concedes. "But be careful."

With a hum, Hoseok takes his leave. 

A car is thirteen minutes away, but Hoseok has no desire to stay inside the suite a moment longer than he needs to, so he straightens his suit jacket once more and makes for the door, stopping to extend the handle of his black rolling suitcase and gripping tightly to it as he flings the door open and away from him. There is a light, lingering stench of perfume in the air—something too sweet to be considered pleasant—and Hoseok scrunches his nose as he walks through the empty hallway, shoes sinking into forest green carpeting as he makes his way toward the elevator. 

Guilt pangs through Hoseok's chest as a sense of déjà vu hits him. Hotel hallways with ill intentions, acting as a liminal space between where he should be headed and where he wants to be. 

He should at least message Namjoon to let him know he is thinking about him. 

By the time Hoseok reaches the elevator, his heart pounds with anticipation. What if he finds Park and Kim and discovers they are two men in their own bodies, actually running from the Korean government? What if Seokjin is setting him up to be captured or killed? What if his suspicions are correct but Yoongi and Jeongguk, in these shiny new bodies, want nothing to do with him?

Hoseok wonders if this would be the first time Yoongi has permanently jumped into someone else's body. Is it something he does regularly? What kinds of horrible secrets could he be hiding? 

The doors of the elevator grind open and pull Hoseok from his thoughts. Had he pushed a call button? He hardly remembers approaching the lift at all, but it is empty when he steps in, so he must have called for it. With a sigh, Hoseok hits the first-floor button and pulls out his phone, checking to see that the car is seven minutes away.

Hoseok opens his search engine and begins to see if there are any flights that leave for Sydney tonight. Depending on how quickly he can get to the airport, he might be able to catch a flight immediately. Otherwise, he will have to wait several hours. 

As the elevator doors open, Hoseok stands tall and makes his way into the lobby, eyes ahead on the dark sky just outside the glass doors and wall. No detail of the space lingers long enough in Hoseok's periphery to make it out; only the vague memory of light marble, dark upholstered chairs, and matching carpeting cross his mind before fading to obscurity. 

The cool night air instantly chills Hoseok as he steps outside. He shivers and pulls his phone out, checking to see that the Uber driver is four minutes away, and that he should be pulling right up to the doors. Then he glances around, and instead of finding a bench to sit on, he decides to make his way over to an empty stretch of wall to lean against it.

Hoseok wishes he had a cigarette—an urge he does not have often. Nicotine would be nice at a time like this. 

As Hoseok waits, he stares ahead at the ground—black and dark grey and somewhat foreboding under the glow of the yellow lights coming off the hotel. There is a part of him that almost hopes that the driver does not get him to the airport on time for the soonest flight, just so that he can sit with his thoughts and prolong the inevitable, but he knows that if that does become the case, his thoughts could very well eat him alive. 

For weeks, he has been a shell of a man searching and waiting and worrying. He needs closure. He needs to at least try.

Hoseok's phone dings to alert him that the black Honda Civic is approaching, and he looks up to find a car that fits the description pulling into the round driveway in front of the hotel. Hoseok straightens out, confirms the license plate number, then makes his way to the vehicle. When the driver gets out after popping his trunk, Hoseok allows the man to take his suitcase and place it inside, then he slides into the back seat on the passenger side and takes in the stench of fake leather that reminds him of the ride over from the airport this morning. 

"Alright, mister…" the driver says in a thick, somewhat unfamiliar English-speaking accent as Hoseok puts on his seatbelt and the man stares at his phone, undoubtedly trying to make sense of a Korean name. 

"Hoseok," Hoseok mutters while rolling his eyes to gaze out the window to his right. 

The driver hums and says, "Off to the airport, I see," then waits for a beat, possibly for Hoseok to respond, before driving off. 

Thankfully, they are not too far from the destination, because the stink of the fake leather is beginning to give Hoseok a headache. He is feeling extremely cranky and he just wants to be on his way. Opening the window for a moment blasts cold air into his face and he quickly rolls it back up with a huff before spacing out once more. 

New Zealand seems like a neat place, he thinks. But he has no desire to be here. 

It takes them a little while to get up to the correct doors, but once the car is pulled up to the curb, Hoseok gets out and makes his way quickly to the trunk, which pops open. The driver only halfway gets out of the car before Hoseok can slam the trunk shut and mutter a quick, "Thanks," and then he sets the wheels of the suitcase onto the ground and hastily makes his way into the airport.

Lines are short, and Hoseok approaches a kind-looking older lady, and says, in English, "I am hoping to get onto a flight to Sydney, please."

The transaction takes all of ten minutes, with Hoseok wheeling off to the security line, which moves quicker than he expects. The bad news is that the soonest flight to Sydney is already too soon for the attendant to have issued him a seat in good faith, and Hoseok tells himself that he is relieved not to have to sprint through an unfamiliar airport. The good news is that the bar near his gate is open late, and boy, is Hoseok thirsty. 

Approaching a bar and being spoken to in English takes Hoseok momentarily off-guard. He had just been speaking English to the woman at the counter to get a flight ticket, but something about ordering a drink from a tender—an action he has performed many times—feels strange to do in another language. But he spots a familiar bottle of whiskey and orders a glass, easing quickly into the interaction. 

Since he has several hours to kill, and the airport bar is pretty empty of patrons, Hoseok decides to strike up conversation. The tender is pretty cute, and he finds Hoseok's accent charming, and Hoseok thinks there are worse ways to kill a few hours. 

The moment Hoseok wakes up—jolted from the feeling of the plane touching down—he yawns and squeezes his eyes closed before opening them wide. Then he switches his phone from airplane mode and watches as notifications pour in. Two are from Namjoon, letting him know that he is on his way to Ilsan and that he hopes everything is going well for Hoseok, and one from an unknown number. 

[Unknown]: Your boys have been spotted at a popular nightclub not too far from the hotel. Will attach the location. They may be there again tonight. 

Hoseok does not bother to try responding, assuming his number has already been blocked. Seokjin must have some way of knowing that he has traveled, so whatever it is the man does for a living, he seems to at least have friends in high enough places. Perhaps even someone working with the bureau for which Seokjin lied about being employed. 

As the plane pulls to its designated spot, anxiety takes over. Hoseok suddenly has no idea what he is doing or why he thought coming to Australia would be a good idea. There is a chance that he will find nothing. But, even if he does find what he is looking for, he acknowledges that it may very well be just another action on his long list of malfeasances against his marriage vows. Try as he might to convince himself that he is ready to move on, he is unsure how he might feel if he meets Park and Kim. 

He is also anxious because he has to urinate. After several glasses of whiskey and a couple dealer's choice drinks concocted by the bartender that tasted like glorified Manhattans, Hoseok used the bathroom once shortly after takeoff and immediately passed out with his head against the window. It was a relief, at the time, to find he had the row of seats to himself, having the freedom to get up and move around as needed, but he had not used the freedom he had been granted. 

It takes entirely too long to exit the plane, standing hunched over in his seat while his bladder screams and everyone files out as slowly as humanly possible, some fumbling with overhead compartments and others trying to wrangle children. There is truly nothing worse than a commercial flight, Hoseok is certain of it. 

The first order of business is making a beeline to a bathroom the moment he steps from the jetway and onto solid floor. Hoseok groans as he situates himself before a urinal, practically moaning from relief as he empties his bladder. He is still somewhat drunk from earlier, and he has the overwhelming urge to either curl up and go to sleep, or keep drinking. Luckily, it is the middle of the night, leaving Hoseok with only one option. 

A plus side to his government job is that Hoseok almost never has trouble booking a hotel. Regardless of the continent, people feel adamant to accommodate him the moment he flashes his government-issued identification card and winning smile. So when Hoseok calls the Park Hyatt, he is pleased that even over the phone at this ungodly hour, he is able to secure a room. It takes some convincing to allow him to check in immediately, rather than waiting for a more appropriate time, and Hoseok absolutely does make some shit up about it being official government duty, and that, if he likes, he could get someone local on the phone. 

"That won't be necessary, sir," is music to Hoseok's ears as he speeds through the airport down to baggage claim. 

By the time he hails a cab and sinks into the leather backseat, the weight of everything begins to press on him heavily. Hoseok is exhausted. He cannot wait to sleep. Tomorrow, his search begins. 

Despite his exhaustion, Hoseok hardly sleeps a wink. The sun rises mere hours after he lays down, and although the curtains do an okay job of blocking out the sunlight, by 8 AM he is wide awake. He decides to take a shower and then find something to eat. If Park and Kim have been spotted clubbing, then Hoseok assumes they may also be the types to sleep late. And if they are Yoongi and Jeongguk occupying new bodies, it is likely they will order room service rather than venture out to a diner or café. 

Still, Hoseok dresses in more casual clothing than usual and begins looking for somewhere local with a cup of coffee. At the very least, he wants to get a sense of the neighborhood, and take a walk along various paths that would lead him to and from the location Seokjin said they were spotted at. 

Wearing a simple black tee tucked into black skinny jeans with a black leather belt and chelsea boots, Hoseok covers the bottom half of his face with a black mask and heads down to the lobby. His room is on the third floor, a far cry from the penthouse and executive suites he has grown accustomed to, but the tan and white furnished room is sleek and luxurious, and still roomy enough for one person to spend a few nights. 

Although he knows there is no chance of spotting either of them in the hallway, he still looks over his shoulder, turning his head each time he hears another voice. The lobby is surprisingly crowded, and he glances around for two men roughly Yoongi and Jeongguk's height but with lighter brown and blond hair, not finding anyone who may look Korean. 

Hoseok is so distracted walking through the lobby glancing around at everyone, that he bumps into someone, causing them to drop their phone in a clatter against the white marble floor. The person scrambles, and Hoseok bends instinctively to pick up what was dropped, nearly colliding with the other person's forehead. 

"Shit, sorry," Hoseok mutters in English, bowing his head as he walks away, not looking the person in the eyes. He is too tired, and his pulse is spiked too high. He needs some fresh air. 

As soon as he exits the hotel, the scenery does not seem too promising in terms of finding any kind of city life, with the hotel sitting on a harbor. But, evidently, there are several cafés and nightlife spots a short distance away, so Hoseok walks in the other direction from the waterfront. 

The weather is nice, and Hoseok takes note of the nearby botanical garden that Seokjin mentioned days ago. He cannot help but think about the gardens in Osaka the day that everything truly started between the four of them, for better and for worse. 

It only takes about five minutes to find a café, and he orders an Americano and sits near the window to survey the passersby and try to clear his head. Memorizing patterns and behavior is his job; this should be no problem, as long as Park and Kim are actually Yoongi and Jeongguk. It has to be them; he just knows it.

Once Hoseok drinks his coffee, he heads out past the nightclub, surveying more clubs and bars, judging them on whether he thinks Yoongi and Jeongguk would be likely to patronize. He even takes a stroll through the botanical garden with the hope of organizing his thoughts, but it feels like an impossible task. The more Hoseok settles into the neighborhood and lets the possibility of finding them sink in, the higher his nervousness builds. 

He stops somewhere for food, just to get a sandwich and quell his hunger, then makes his way back to the hotel, deciding that perhaps he will eat in his room, then sit down at the bar for a drink. Even if he is at the bar by himself, he does not wish to be alone, especially in his quiet hotel room. 

Later in the evening, Hoseok settles in against the marble countertop of the hotel bar and sips at a glass of neat whiskey. Although he tells himself he is not intentionally on the lookout for the two of them, he checks over his shoulders every so often. So much so that the bartender asks if he is waiting for someone. 

"Hmm," Hoseok considers the question, then shrugs as he says, "Kind of."

After several drinks, Hoseok is groggy while walking to the nightclub. He arrives late enough for it to be packed, and does a round to the bar, glancing at the swarms of patrons before standing with a drink in hand and his eyes on the crowd. Once his drink is gone, he sets his empty glass on the counter and heads to the dancefloor to blow off some steam. 

Strangers approach him to flirt, and he even allows a cute woman to wrap her arms around his shoulders and attempt to seduce him, going so far as to move his hips invitingly for a song or two. But everything feels empty and a little distracting, and he excuses himself to the bar, wishing her a good night before she can join him. After another drink, he stumbles back to the hotel, feeling worse for wear emotionally; drunk and very much wrapped up in his feelings. At least he is so exhausted that by the time his head hits the pillow, he is out like a light.

The second day is much the same. He takes a late lunch walking through the neighborhood, then through the botanical gardens and back, only to wind up bar hopping before landing at the same club as the night before. He drinks and dances alone, turning down strangers looking for a little fun. Then he stumbles back to his hotel alone, falling asleep before he has a chance to let everything weigh him down any further. 

The third and fourth days are much the same, leading Hoseok absolutely nowhere. He thinks he sees chestnut hair on a build that could resemble Jeongguk at the botanical garden, but loses the man in a crowd before he can get closer, and then he hops from night club to night club, tumbling into bed drunk and disappointed each night earlier than the night before.

Hoseok almost does not leave his room on the fifth day, feeling a level of depression that is almost foreign to him. Never before has he felt so bogged down by hopelessness that all he can do is stare at the wall, with the exception of recovering from getting shot. Not since college, anyway. He wonders if his methods are failing because he is not likely to find Park and Kim where he would expect to find his friends. He worries they might actually not be his friends, after all.

Deciding that the route he has been taking for the last two days is not the correct one, Hoseok decides to head down to the pool for a little while and swim some laps. He is bored beyond belief, wishing he had a way to contact Seokjin and ask for more information. If he has a way of knowing Park and Kim have been to that nightclub, then he should be able to see other activity, so why is he staying silent? 

Hoseok slides on a pair of salmon-colored swim shorts and puts on a white tee. The walk to the pool is winding and confusing, and by the time Hoseok reaches his destination, he is practically ready to turn back and return to his room, exasperated to the point of muttering under his breath. The sunlight coming in through the tall glass walls is too bright, the sounds of voices and shoes echoing through the marble corridors are all too loud, and Hoseok is fed up. 

When he enters the pool area, there are two people sitting in the hot tub, a blond and a brunette, and Hoseok actually stops in his tracks, wondering if it could be them. One of them laughs, and the sound is so bright and sweet but also hauntingly deep, and it echoes delightfully over the largely otherwise empty space, bouncing off the water. Hoseok watches for a moment, but they stay huddled close together, and, from what little he can glean from their conversation, they seem to be speaking in English. 

So he removes his shirt and shoes near a chair and heads for the deep end. Without giving it any thought, he throws his hands over his head and dives in. The water is simultaneously surprisingly cold and peacefully warm, waking up every inch of him, covering him in goosebumps and shrouding him in weightless comfort. He swims ahead as far as he can before his lungs begin to sting, signaling for him to come up for air. When he breaches the surface, the two people who were in the hot tub are gone, leaving him alone. 

Hoseok nearly gives up. After swimming, he has the urge to search for flights back home and check out a couple days early. Something about this trip feels so empty and fruitless. He wonders whether, in his search for them, they have found him, and now they are hiding. Paranoia sinks in, and he begins to worry that the two in the pool earlier could really have been Jimin and Taehyung.

After showering, Hoseok puts on a white tee tucked into blue jeans, with a black jacket over top that has a floral pattern of pinks, blues, and whites. He decides that he will need to have a drink to gain the courage to leave, so he slides on his boots and heads down to the bar. This time, while he boards the elevator and walks through the lobby, he does not look for any familiar faces. This time, he stares ahead, at the boring white floor, attempting to talk himself into giving up and going home. 

The bar appears packed when he approaches, so he leans with his elbow against the strip of space he manages to squeeze into, orders a glass of whiskey neat, and then steps away from the bar to lean against an equally boring marble pillar. Hoseok stares down into the caramel liquid as he swirls his glass, letting the scent of it waft into his nose.

This was a mistake, he thinks. Coming to Australia was a mistake.

Laughter breaks through the crowd, and Hoseok thinks that it sounds just like the one he heard in the pool earlier. His head perks up automatically, searching for the source of the laugh. He has no idea why, he just feels...drawn to it. 

Briefly, he glances around, but he does not see anyone who such an angelic sound may have come from. That is, until someone who had been hunched over the bar stands up straight and turns his way.

The man who locks eyes with Hoseok is so beautiful, he struggles to comprehend it fully. His features are somehow razor sharp and pillow soft, plush and inviting. The man watches Hoseok for a beat with a curious expression, then he smiles, turns and walks away from the bar, past the row of pillars separating the space from the lobby. 

"Wait," Hoseok mutters under his breath, craning his neck to try to see where the pretty man wandered off to, but the large, round marble columns block his view, and several people are standing in his way of moving quickly.

He knows he should not be so fixated on the appearance of a stranger, but something just feels...right about him. He knows without a shadow of a doubt that the man at the bar was Park Jimin. There is no mistaking it. Even in the shoddy security footage that Seokjin provided, those lips and that jawline were impossible to miss. 

Hoseok feels frozen in place, but also driven by the desire to move. Move his feet, move his mouth, move anything that will get him closer to that man once more—that man who he is positive is Jimin. That man who could very well be Yoongi or Jeongguk.

But all he can manage to move in the moment is his arm. He lifts it just enough to tip the glass to his mouth, dumping the whiskey straight down his throat, resisting the burn that it leaves in its wake. With a wince and a slight sigh, Hoseok allows the strong, barrel-aged liquid settle over him. 

He steps up to the bar, weaving between a few bodies on his way, and sets his empty glass down. With no tab to close because the drink has been added to his room, Hoseok lets out a fortifying sigh and turns to exit, but there is a man standing in his way who he nearly runs into.

"Oh, excuse me," the man says in English at the same time Hoseok mutters, "Sorry," in Korean.

"Do you speak Korean?" the man asks in Korean, and Hoseok gasps as he looks up and finds himself face-to-face with Adonis, himself. 

This man is so handsome, his visuals rival fine art; captivating in the way his features rest in a slight frown. His eyes are expressive, and his voice is deep as the ocean but as smooth as silk. This has to be Kim Taehyung.

"Yeah," Hoseok responds after a beat, feeling heat rise to his face once he realizes he has been staring. He attempts to recover, adding, "Sorry, I got thrown off hearing someone speak Korean after several days of speaking English." 

The other beauty approaches from behind this man and places his hands on the man's arms, peeking from around his shoulder with a shy smile. Hoseok lifts his hand and mutters, "Hello," earning a soft, "Hi," in response, setting a swarm of butterflies in his tummy to take flight. 

"Are you here alone?" the tall one asks, earning him a slap on the arm from the shorter one. 

"Tae," the shorter one grumbles, confirming Hoseok's suspicions. 

"What?" the man who must be Kim Taehyung whines, turning his body so the man who must be Park Jimin is in clearer view. "He was surprised to hear me speak Korean. Maybe he could use some company."

"I am alone," Hoseok responds, swallowing a lump as both beautiful men turn their attention back to him. "I'm here for work, but there was a change in plans, so now I'm just...killing time."

He has no idea why he says all of that. Perhaps there is a part of him that does not want them to think he is just here for them—if they are, in fact, his friends. They have not given him a reason to believe they are, but he has not given up hope; perhaps they are trying to suss out the situation before admitting to what they have done.

"I'm Taehyung," the man confirmed as Kim Taehyung says as he holds out his hand, and Hoseok takes it with a bow of his head as he says, "Hoseok."

"Jimin," the man confirmed as Park Jimin says with a small wave, and Hoseok bows his head as he responds, "Nice to meet you two."

"We were thinking about heading to a whiskey bar up the street," Taehyung says, cocking his head to the side and giving Hoseok a lazy smile. "Would you like to join us?"

"Sure," Hoseok responds without giving it any thought. He is desperate to interact with other people, and now that he has found the two men he has been searching for, his heart pounds with anticipation. 

"Alright," Jimin says with an inviting smile and eyes that shimmer in the golden light of the hotel bar, causing the vines around Hoseok's ribs to bloom brightly. "Let's go."

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[ellievickstar]

I am Weak

A/N: Eris content as I have spun the wheel of names (That really only says Angst or Fluff and Azriel or Eris) But I will write fluffy Eris content. I hope for your sake’s it’s fluffy :^

Warning: Uhhhh

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Inspired: the song!!! (Weak by AJR)

Summary: Eris has a confession when his brother says that your his weakness.

~*~*~*~*~

Growing up in the Autumn court didn’t exactly open a lot of opportunities for females. That was a known fact. I had grown up on the farms of the High Lord of the Autumn Court since my father was the head farmer for all the harvests and orchids that the High lord owned.

That also put me in a close position with the High Lord’s sons.

As head farmer he handled sales for livestock and different sales and whatnot that I didn’t understand when I was younger. I would usually run through the fields and play instead of hanging out at home and learning how to be a ‘good wife’.

I was six-years-old when I had first met the eldest son of the Autumn Court. He was nine at the time. We had clicked instantly…..instantly after a very verbally creative fight for children.

~*~*~*~*~

I had spotted a mop of red hair from the corner of my eye where I had been making small leaf crowns from the autumn leaves I had found on the ground.

“Hello?” I had called out in a small voice. No reply but as I scanned the trees around the clearing I was sitting down at I spotted a pair of russet eyes. “I’m not stupid I know you’re there,” I said annoyed. Then I heard a giggle and I flushed.

“Has anyone told you that you’re short?” He mocked as he came out of hiding and winnowed in front of me. I gasped and fell back on my backside with a yelp. He laughed. “Shut up carrot head!” I snapped as I stood and brushed the leaves and dirt off my dress.

He furrowed his eyebrows before bursting into laughter and doubling over. “Carrot head?” He grinned as he looked down at me. He was significantly taller then me and I had to look up to look at his face. He had short red hair and russet eyes and on his head…. I gasped as I noticed the crown. Even though I was only six I wasn’t ignorant, I knew what that crown meant.

He smirked at me with that stupid arrogance and demanded, “Bow to your future High Lord,” I refused and instead pushed him down to the ground. “I am not going to listen to you,” He threw a fit at that. Yelling at me to help him up but i just walked away, picking up the leaf crowns I had left on the ground before sticking my tongue out at him and leaving.

~*~*~*~*~

After that day he would always come to the clearing where I usually played on my own. We decided to become good friends, I still refused to bow to him which bruised his ego significantly. Or so he said. As we grew up we met less and less because of how strict his father was and when we did meet up I was always worried because of the bruises that littered is skin or the cuts or burns on his arms or face.

That was when he was arranged to marry the princess of nightmares. It had been a rumour through the court that she had broken of the marriage and truth to be a told a few days later I had found the princess injured with a nail to her womb. I wanted to ignore her because of the jealousy I had towards her chance with Eris but seeing the pain she was in I summoned bandages and tried to heal her best as i could.

I had stayed with her for a few hours before an Illyrian male had come. He had simply nodded at me before asking for my name and leaving with her. I prayed to the Cauldron that the princess of Nightmares would be fine, something told me she was in good hands.

I had later confronted Eris about it when we met later that week. He had found her that day but he knew that the second he helped her he would be chained to her. Of course, I was pissed that he didn’t at least circle back to try and help but after a few apologies I relented. I could never stay mad at him for long. But I made sure that he swore he would make it up to Mor one day — one day.

~*~*~*~*~

It had been a few centuries later when Amarantha happened. Eris had his me away and made me promise that I would stay safe, that I would go after him. I lied.

After the first two decades I decided that I would take a trip to the mountain. I had no idea what I was thinking but the second I winnowed to the bottom of that mountain, I had been captured.

I spent the next three decades as Amarantha’s scullery maid, lying low and whenever i had the chance to serve dinner i could I sworn that someone was staring at me. But I never saw anyone.

~*~*~*~*~

The mortal girl was our only chance of survival.

I had faith in the girl. I had seen her a few times before and she seemed strong and determined. But to defeat the wyrm was damn near impossible. She needed her strength. And starving in a cell was no way to do that.

I begun to sneak down to her cell and give her extra food that wasn’t touched. She had was unconscious each time but one day I saw the High Lord of the Night Court. He glanced at me and I tilted my head down slightly before placing the food down, sliding it through the bars of the cell.

“Don’t tell her please,” I begged as I turned to face him. Everyone knew that he kissed Amarantha’s feet but I saw goodness in the High Lord that Beron did not have, I knew there was hope. He simply nodded his head and motioned for me to leave. So I did.

I saw him down at the cell more often and I hoped that he wasn’t reporting to Amarantha because I would be dead if he was. Anyone who helped her was tortured and executed.

I got lucky.

That was what I believed. Cauldron boil me I thought that I had just gotten lucky. When Amarantha was finally defeated without me being found out I was thanking the Mother, the cauldron.

Feyre had approached me after and since she was mortal turned High Fae, I curtsied as I knew she was the Spring Court’s High Lord’s wife.

“I know you helped me, I was more awake then you think,” She said and I blushed and told her that it was nothing. The High Lord of the Night Court was also about to approach me but then Eris had rushed to me. His eyes were feral, as he checked my face.

“You absolute idiot! What were you thinking? I told you to stay at home,” He chided as he hold my chin between his fingers as he observed my small injuries. Something warm in me stirred and fell into place as I looked up at him. Mate. He was my mate. His eyes darkened before he let me go and disappeared.

I didn’t see him after that.

~*~*~*~*~ Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months.

Not a word from him.

My hope was turned to shambles as I waited at the clearing for hours everyday and eventually didn’t go anymore. At first my mind was a whirlwind of ideas, thinking that I had done something wrong. Maybe he was disappointed, maybe I just wasn’t his ideal choice. His was the heir of the High Lord of the Autumn Court for Cauldron’s sake. Maybe I just wasn’t good enough for him.

And I could live with that.

~*~*~*~*~

The war of Hybern had caused us to lose a lot of money from the destruction of the farms. I had to help out a lot and it was hectic. I didn’t visit the clearing anymore to just hang out and practice my magic for fun. Not that I was waiting for Eris to come and see me.

Truth to be told I missed my best friend but I knew I had to accept that he wasn’t ever going to see me again.

Until the invite came.

The Autumn Court had always held a grand party whenever the next High Lord was being crowned and since Beron had died from mysterious circumstances after everything had settled down after the war, Eris was going to be the next High Lord. The party was also to pick his next wife. I can’t lie I hated how my heart broke a little bit when I realised that Eris was not going to be choosing his mate as his wife.

But maybe I could live with that.

~*~*~*~*~

After a little brooding and some encouragement from my mother and father, I decided to attend the ball — not to see Eris — and find a good suitor for myself. I wanted to move on and this might be the only way.

Wearing a red dress with a sweetheart neckline with roses embroiling the waistline and a skirt that fell to my ankles that had a slit up my leg, I went with black heals and autumn leave earrings. Stepping into he grand party, I wish I had my best friend with me in that moment as I felt intimidated by the other females with exquisite clothes or jewellery.

That was when I saw Mor.

“Hey! Why are you here?” I asked as I approached Mor, she was with the Illyrian male that I had seen when I helped her and another one with longer hair. Rhysand was across the room with Feyre. Of course, I had been shocked, but some part of me knew that made sense.

“Just an alliance with Eris is keeping me here, I never got to thank you that day,” She smiled at me and I curtsied. We spoke for a while joking about Eris but I didn’t mention my relationship with him. She also introduced me to Azriel and Cassian who gave me polite smiles. Move on. I reminded myself. This my first step to moving on.

I decided to mingle with others after a while but no one clicked quite like how I had had that connection with Eris even before the mating bond. But that was my life now.

I had to live with it.

~*~*~*~*~

After a while I decided to try and get to know one of the sons of a rich merchant. He was good-looking and had a decent personality but I knew that there were a lot worse that I could settle for. We spoke for a while before I felt a looming presence over me and sure enough, I turned around to see Eris.

“Do you mind?” He asked as he cocked his eyebrow towards the male. The poor guy instantly apologised and rushed away, afraid of the HIgh Lord. I gave him an apologetic look before glaring at Eris.

“What the hell is your problem?” I demanded. As he suddenly grabbed my wrist and begun dragging me away towards one of the hallways. “My problem is that my mate is speaking to another male,” He snarled as he turned and pinned me to a wall. His arms caging me in. “Now, princess, what do you think I should do?”

I saw red and my blood boiled as I shoved him off me with all my strength. Obviously not expecting such a reaction, he stumbled back with a growl.

“Fuck off!” I snapped.

“It’s been over a year since you last bothered to come see me. A year. And don’t give me that ‘I was busy’ bullshit. If you had time to sneak off to the Night Court then you sure as hell had time to sneak away for an hour to see your best friend. Maybe explain if you didn’t want to be my mate. Maybe tell me next time before you act like a possessive asshole that you want me to be my mate when your throwing a damn party to choose another female as you wife!” I was berating him and he waited for me to finish.

He sighed before pulling me closer, his hand wrapped around my waist as he tucked me into the crook of his neck.

“I love you,” He breathed. I froze for a second before looking up at him. He inhaled before continuing. “I have loved you since we were children, I loved how you laughed, I loved the way your nose would scrunch when you were confused. I loved how you cared.”

I blinked back my shock.

“You probably don’t believe me but if I have an eternity then I’ll spend the rest of my immortal life with you until we fade into the afterworld. I love you, Y/N L/N. More then words can say.” He bent on one knee as he took my hands in his. “I wanted to do this in the clearing but I never saw you there after a while, and this just feels right. I cannot express how sorry I am for the time I wasted not saying anything but I know that I love you and I want to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?” A sincere, genuine proposal. I saw nothing of the cruel, manipulative, arrogant jerk that I grew up with, I saw my best friend. The one who secretly cared. The one who always loved to dance and laugh.

The one I loved.

~*~*~*~*~

“What!?” Eris’s brothers gasped. “Brother you cannot mean to marry this pathetic peasant girl,” One of them mocked as they eyed me. But Eris was having none of it.

“I am and I will, for your information she will not only be my wife but YOUR High Lady so you might want to learn to respect her, Brother,” He snarled as he tugged me closer to his side. One of his youngest brothers snorted.

“She makes you weak,” Another jeered. And I had to squeeze Eris’s hand to keep him from lunging at the poor boy. I knew that their way of thinking was only because of their father and I knew that they could change. They didn’t deserve any more harm, not if I could help it.

You give them too much grace. Eris complained down the bond but I was firm with what I had told him. No resorting to violence. He rolled his eyes.

“So what?” He asked as he surveyed his brothers. “She is my mate, she is my equal and even if I’m weak for loving her I see nothing wrong with that.” He motions to me as he steps forward.

“I love her, and maybe in time you’ll see why, I don’t if it makes me weak. So be it.” Eris just grinned before winnowing us out of there. I loved him, truly. And in our whole life till we fade into the afterworld, even when this world is just a mere speck in the whole universe, I love him.

Even if that was a weakness.

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A/N: AWWWWWWW I think even I loved this so much it took me so much damn time to write this help. I did not proofread this so feel free to point out any mistakes I’ll correct them immediately! Bye loves <3

Also if anyone wants an update on the third part of my mini-series for Az I’m working on it I swear. I’m definitely not procrastinating.

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[munchabunch]

Burnin’ For You (3/?)

A/n: part three is here babies!!! Thank you for your patience. I hope you enjoy. Again this is late September 1984 so before season 2. I have big plans for Penny and Eddie so please stick around I really think it might be worth the wait.

Warnings: cigarettes, like one sexual moment, fluff

Word count: 3.3k (getting longer each chapter my goodness)

Synopsis: Penny enlists help from her best friend to get ready for Corroded Coffin’s gig. Penny finally sees the band in action for the first time since middle school

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Tuesday Afternoon

The excitement brewing in Penny’s chest had caused the rest of her school day to fly by in a blur. At the sound of the final bell, she made her way to her locker and started to gather her belongings.

Her plan was simple, get her stuff, get home, pick her outfit, shower, get ready, eat-

Penny was lost in her thoughts before her friend, Robin, broke her out of them.

“Penny! Hey, what uhhhh- what were you doin’ at lunch?” Robin asked her with a wiggling of her eyebrows. Penny knew Robin had seen her sit at the so-called cult leader’s table, just by the way she asked.

“Hey! Sorry I didn’t tell you before, but Eddie asked me to sit with him and you know I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.” Penny responded, chuckling lightly at the face Robin pulled.

“WAIT he asked you? I mean, you’ve only been dying to talk to him since middle school and last I checked, you hadn’t grown the pair you needed to do it. So what the hell happened that I don’t know about?”

Penny huffed, Robin knew her too well. The girls had been best friends since they were children. Growing up across the street from one another. Penny being the first, and so far only, person Robin had told about her crush on Tammy Thompson. With Robin being well aware of how Penny felt about Eddie.

“We bumped into each other on Saturday at the record store. And I told him all about my search for the tape. So he helped me look for it for a bit, but we couldn't find it. And then yesterday after school was over. The tape was in my locker.” Penny rushed to tell the story as quickly as she could, hoping Robin wouldn’t think too much of the fact he’d gotten her the tape. She did.

“PENNY! He got you the tape? Are you serious? He’s totally in love with you!” Robin practically screamed, causing them to get several looks thrown their way from other students. Penny looked around nervously. Putting both hands on Robins shoulders to calm the young woman,

“Oh my god, could you be any louder? I think he might just be a nice guy. I don’t know, Robs. I don’t think it means all that. Do you need a ride home by the way?” Penny swiftly tried to change the subject. Turning back to her locker and continuing to switch out her textbooks. She’d had a crush on Eddie since middle school, sure. But Eddie liking her back? That was laughable to her.

“Actually I do! And don’t think you can just switch topics like that!” Robin pushed. She was convinced and there was no telling her otherwise. That didn’t mean Penny wouldn’t try.

“Robin, he's just a nice guy, okay? I’d honestly be fine if he just wanted to be friends. Maybe. And besides, it’s not like my mom would LET me date anyone anyway. Especially someone like Eddie. Please can we just let it go for now?” Penny flung her arms around, exasperated.

“Fine. We can let it go. FOR NOW! Don’t think you can weasel your way out of this, Castillo!” Robin conceded.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Buckley.”

Penny shut her locker and led Robin through the mass of teens. Pushing through the exit doors, their feet landing on concrete, Penny pointed to her car. As they arrived at the vehicle, she peeked up to the space she saw the van parked in earlier that day and caught the eyes of its owner. With a small wave and a sheepish smile, she unlocked her doors, allowing Robin to get in and toss her knapsack into the backseat, Penny’s following soon after. Hopping into the driver’s seat and waiting for Robin to buckle up, she stole another glance to find Eddie’s eyes still trained on her, a smile gracing his features and his hand waving back.

The drive went by quickly with Robin telling Penny all about what Tammy Thompson wore that day and about how she caught her staring at “The Hair” Harrington. Penny didn’t see the appeal of Tammy Thompson, who sang like an off-key cartoon character, but she listened to what Robin said nonetheless. Pulling into her driveway and putting the car into park, she took her keys out and opened the door, Robin following suit.

“So I didn’t say anything earlier because someone doesn’t know how to keep their volume in check when receiving sensitive information, ROBIN. But Eddie invited me to The Hideout to see Corroded Coffin’s gig tonight at 8 and-“

She’s interrupted by incomprehensible noises escaping Robin’s mouth.

“He invited you to his lunch table AND his gig? I don’t like men enough to understand them but I UNDERSTAND THAT HE'S IN LOVE WITH YOU!” Robin practically shrieked loud enough for the entirety of Hawkins to hear.

“That’s exactly what I meant about the VOLUME, Robin!! Could you please just help me get ready?” Penny implored her friend, stifling a laugh at the girl’s antics.

“Of course I’ll help you, Pen”

Penny and Robin made their way into the house, greeting her mother, and scaling the mountain of stairs.

Opening the door to her room, Penny darts straight to her closet, swinging it open and beginning to rifle through her clothing. Penny’s style for going out differed greatly from how she presented herself at school. Not out of embarrassment at all, her mother just preferred she dress a certain way for school. Robin made herself comfortable on Penny’s bed, flipping through an old magazine and looking up at options that she was presenting.

“No. No. Definitely not. Wait!! That one for sure!” Robin exclaimed excitedly. Penny had pulled out a black leather skirt with a zipper down the middle. She set it aside and ran to her dresser to find a shirt to go with it. She settled on her Diary of a Madman Tour shirt, pulling it out to show Robin. The girl nodding furiously with wide eyes.

“Eddie’s gonna love that shirt, Pen! Go take a shower and I’ll accessorize for you!” Robin felt confident in what she was going to pick for Penny’s finishing touches. Penny nodded, grabbed a towel and dashed across the hall to her bathroom.

Robin went around the room gathering what she knew Penny would like to wear with the outfit they’d chosen. An assortment of rings, a bracelet made to look like barbed wire, several necklaces, Penny’s battle jacket, and a pair of Doc Martens that were well loved. She heard the shower turn off after a while and went to the dresser grabbing Penny a matching set of bra and panties, just in case. She came into the room wrapped in a towel already mostly dry, having dried herself and applying lotion in the bathroom, and put on the undergarments Robin had chosen for her, noting that they were paired.

“Thank you, Rob. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. But you’ve been a big help today and I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” Robin smiled at Penny, handing her the shirt and then the skirt. Penny tucked the shirt into the waistband of her skirt and began putting on her rings and bracelet. Robin had chosen a ring for nearly every finger. The standout ring being the dark bottom half of a skull that Penny had decided to put on her middle finger. She quickly dried her dark brown hair, teasing it where it was needed. Looking at the clock and seeing that it was nearing 6:30 already, Penny decided to do her makeup before putting her jacket and shoes on. Penny chose to go dark today. She went through the motions of her face base quickly before she got to her eyes. Opting for a burgundy and black smokey look, she blended and blended until she was satisfied. Finishing the look with a medium brown lipstick, she made a kissy face at Robin.

“How is it? Too much?” Her eyes held worry in them all of the sudden.

“Too much?!,” Robin looked at her questioningly, before she softened and said “Penny, he’s not gonna know what hit him.”

Penny shrugged on her jacket and rolled up the sleeves before pausing and turning to her dresser with a smirk. She opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of fishnets, tugging them on and pulling them up under the skirt she was already wearing, and grabbed a pair of socks from the same drawer. Turning toward Robin, who wore the same smirk that had graced Penny’s face moments ago.

“Oh yeah. If he’s not already in love with you. He will be once he sees those!” Robin bellowed, causing Penny to cringe at the volume slightly. Smiling, she wrenched the socks onto her feet and stepped into her boots, tying the laces adeptly. She grabbed her black crossbody, settling on wearing it to her side instead of across, she spritzed herself a couple times with her favorite YSL perfume Opium, and took a long look in the mirror. She looked hot, maybe Robin was right and he really would take one look at her and fall in love. She shook the hope out of her head, deciding in that moment she’d truly be happy simply being friends with him.

The clock next to her bed read 7:15. She had just enough time to eat dinner and then leave. Making their way downstairs again, they were met with the delectable scent of her mother’s cooking.

“Mamita, you look beautiful,” her mother said, holding back a tear or two. “Oh Robin, you’re going to eat with us, right? I made extra for you.” Penny’s mother looked at Robin with big hopeful eyes. Truth be told Carolyn Castillo absolutely adored Robin.

“Oh most definitely Mrs. Castillo, it smells so good I’m not sure you could’ve gotten rid of me even if you hadn’t made extra.” Robin said, earning a laugh from the older woman.

“Robin, mija, how many times do I have to tell you to just call me Lynn? It’s been 17 years. You’d think you’d know by now!” Lynn said, nearly exasperated, as she placed a plate full of food in front of Robin and another in front of Penny.

“Sorry Lynn! I always forget! Thank you” Robin said in between bites of food.

They finished quickly, knowing that the time for Penny to leave was nearing. She grabbed her car keys off the counter, thanking her mom for dinner and telling her she’d be home in a few hours.

With an obligatory “be safe”, Lynn hugged her daughter and Robin goodbye, and they were both out the door.

The two friends bade their goodbyes in the driveway and Robin crossed the street to her house, backpack in hand. Penny got into her car, turned the key in the ignition and pulled out as soon as she was sure Robin was inside her own home safely.

The drive to the Hideout felt like it took forever, but was truly only a ten or so minute endeavor, especially with the way Penny drove. She whipped into the lot and reversed into a space, slamming the car into park and gathering her bearings before turning off the vehicle. She took a deep breath and opened her door, and made her way to the entrance. As Penny stepped inside the smoke-riddled room that was packed to the gills with bodies, she immediately felt the eyes of every person in it, drinking in her appearance. Shaking it off she walked over to the bar, fake ID in hand, and ordered a rum and coke. The bartender, none the wiser, made it for her and handed it over. She took it with a smile, paid, and turned around while taking a sip, nearly choking on the beverage when she made eye contact with the one person she came that night to see. When he saw her, Eddie could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat. She looked stunning, the fact that she wore an Ozzy shirt sent his mind reeling. Not only an Ozzy shirt but his favorite Ozzy show he’d ever been to. Having only really seen her at school, he was shell shocked as his eyes flitted briefly to her legs in fishnets and a battle jacket of her own. Collecting himself quickly, he gave her a grin as she made her way over to the stage to speak to him before the show started.

“Hey! Fancy seeing you here” Penny said cheekily, smiling grandly up at him.

“Ha yeah. I heard this awesome band was playing tonight and figured I’d come check it out,” Eddie replied, with just as much cheek as she gave him, before he got called off to help Gareth set up one of his cymbals. Penny took the opportunity to eye the man up and down, heat rising to her face as she took him in, ripped black jeans with a chain on his side, black bandana in his back left pocket. Where he would usually wear his hellfire shirt, a Judas Priest shirt was in its place. Rings adorned his hands, along with a leather cuff on his right wrist, and a watch on his left. He wore his infamous leather jacket, topped with his denim battle vest. Penny felt the heat in her face travel down her body making its home between her legs as she brought her eyes to the handcuff belt buckle he donned. Pushing the new feeling aside, she found a free seat in front of the raised platform and scrambled to grab it before anyone else could, nearly careening off the seat. She adjusted herself nonchalantly hoping Eddie hadn’t seen her embarrassing display. He had. Eddie stood staring at her, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes, his shoulders shaking with laughter. Her face burned in shame but she didn’t have time to dwell on it as Eddie walked himself up to the microphone.

“Hello everyone. We are Corroded Coffin. We have our number one fan in the audience tonight and I’m hopeful that we can knock her socks off.” Eddie called out, throwing a pointed look at Penny. As soon as he said it, the band started playing, drums and guitar immediately recognizable as Holy Diver by Dio. Penny could feel the bass drum in her chest and thought to herself how much she’d missed live music. They were nearing the end of the first song and she was awestruck, as good as they had been in middle school, it didn’t prepare her for how good they’d be four years later. Eddie’s voice traveled through her ears, filling her head and making her slightly dizzy. The people in the crowd began dancing and head banging. Penny finished her drink quickly and joined them. Throughout the night they played an array of songs, not just metal, from Dio to Metallica to Judas Priest to Scorpions, as well as one or two originals. Penny was in bliss. The last show she’d been to was with her father and that had been two years ago. The gig finished with a flourish from Eddie on his guitar at the end of Mr. Crowley by Ozzy. Penny whooped as loud as she could, drawing attention to herself but not really caring. Eddie looked at her with a smile.

Thanking the crowd, the band members began collecting their equipment and taking it through a door she hadn’t noticed before. After a bit, Penny saw Eddie go through it and saw that it led outside, presumably to where his van was. Deciding to follow him out she found him leaning against the side of the building, lighting a cigarette. The way the lone sconce on the wall lit his face nearly made her heart explode. He saw her almost immediately.

“HEY! How did you like it? What did you think?” Eddie wanted to know everything.

“Well I can’t find my socks anywhere!! You guys really did knock them off, huh?” Eddie gave her a hearty laugh at that and took a deep drag of his cigarette. “In all honesty you guys were so fuckin’ great. I’d be here every Tuesday if I could,” she told him earnestly. He gave her a meaningful grin and a heartfelt thank you.

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, princess,” Penny’s stomach lurched at the pet name. “I like that shirt by the way, did you go to that show at Market Square? It was such a great show, best Ozzy show I’ve ever been to. Did you like it?” He genuinely wanted to know, but how could he possibly know what he’d just asked her? Penny looked down and her eyes grew sad.

“Ummm ye- yeah I did,” Penny took a deep rattling breath, “it was actually the last show I went to- w-with my dad before he umm….”

Eddie’s eyes grew wide, realizing what she meant.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I-I had no idea.” Eddie stammered, searching in vain for the right words to say, opting instead to take another drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out arduously.

“Please don’t feel bad. How could you have known? Really it’s okay.” She placed a light hand on his arm to reassure him that she knew he hadn’t meant any harm. As she looked up she noticed his Mercyful Fate pin, her eyes brightened as she moved her hand to touch it as her other hand went to the matching one on her own jacket.

“Hey we match!” She giggled. He looked at her in awe.

“Yeah we really do.” Penny not catching the hidden meaning behind his response. He opened his mouth to say something when the door next to them slammed open, startling the both of them. Gareth stepped out holding a rather heavy looking amp.

“Dude. Can you please get your shit?” He wheezed the words out in exasperation. Eddie looked at him annoyed at the interruption before placing the cigarette he was holding between his lips, giving Penny an apologetic look, and moving to grab the amp to put in the van.

“I gotta go anyway, promised my mom I wouldn’t be home too late. But I’ll see you tomorrow?” Penny looked at Eddie inquisitively before grabbing the cigarette from his mouth, putting it to her own and pulling deeply, blowing the smoke out of the side of her mouth so she wasn’t blowing in his face. His eyes widened and his heart stopped for what felt like the millionth time since he saw her at the record store on Saturday.

“Ummm yeah. Lunch tomorrow. I don’t come in the mornings after gigs but I’ll see you at lunch.” He wasn’t planning on going at all, but now he would go anywhere just to see her.

“Then I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow. I’m finishing this one by the way” she referenced the cigarette with a smirk. Waving goodbye and walking to her car, and starting it. She finished the cigarette quickly and threw it out the window, she exited the parking lot and began her journey home. Back in the alleyway, right where she left him, frozen with his lips half parted, stood Eddie with Gareth next to him.

Gareth glanced at Eddie with a laugh, “you got it bad, man”

With a groan and a dragging of his hands down his face, Eddie replied, “ugh tell me about it”. The band members finished packing the van and went their separate ways home. One thing was for sure though, Eddie couldn’t wait for lunch tomorrow.

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Taglist: @portaltothevoid @chaoticmunson

#eddie munson #stranger things #the chokehold this man has on me #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie my love #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn #stranger things 4

[the-heaminator]

1, 41 and 49

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

uhhhh, idk maybe All the better to eat you with or I’ll be fine, don’t you worry. Mainly because they are not just plotless fluff/crack and are generally my two best fics so far.

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

I could link so, so many fics so im just going to link a few accounts 

https://archiveofourown.org/users/maivalkov/pseuds/maivalkov

https://archiveofourown.org/users/helianskies

https://archiveofourown.org/users/HerdOfTurtles/pseuds/HerdOfTurtles

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

ooh ok

The morning arrived, and all three were very warm and unwilling to get up from where they lay, no one wanted to get up and out in such weather, an absolutely miserable day, all of 2 degrees celsius but still far warmer than it was last night, therefore blanketing everything in a thick layer of fog that would likely not dissipate till midday, perhaps longer if the weather decided to be contrarian enough.

Miserable weather, how fitting.

Just when they needed to get up the weather decided to want to keep them down (in actuality they were all just tired, sleeping too long does that Matt and Alfred, and Arthur had not slept nearly enough) but life has to progress anyways, so then proceeded the general morning routine.

Rushing around and getting to where they needed to be, and this time Raja had to wake Arthur instead of the other way around as it usually was, Raja had picked up that Arthur hadn't exactly been looking well recently, not like he seemed ever to look well but he did seem considerably worse, and his coughing fits seemed to have gotten far worse, though that may just have been because he smoked quite a bit.

Ever present eyebags seemed to have gotten darker, maybe that was just because he had broken his glasses and hadn't gotten a replacement yet, drawing more attention to his eyebags, this would be a viable excuse if it hadn't been for Arthur's glasses having broken months ago now, and the same excuse always coming to his mind whenever he tried to explain it away.

Plus they barely talked outside of the professional setting, and Arthur wouldn't appreciate the blatant invasion of his privacy, would he now?

But he was concerned, and he had every right to be, he had been seeing the same man for near to 10 years at the exact same place at the exact same time nearly every day and yet they had rarely exchanged words barring cordial greetings, and every few months he noticed how Arthur just looked worse and worse.

He was such a far cry from the not exactly fresh-faced, but not precisely so beaten down man that plodded behind him, struggling to stay awake slightly more than usual, just starting to grey but with the air of someone 20 years older. Maybe he was just tired, they all were, but he did seem worse than many, but not as bad as a few; he would be fine, and internally Raja berated himself for being such a busybody, let him exist without questioning his every move.

#the heam speaks #thank youuuu #ask answered #lets go

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Spencer's Secret

In which Spencer doesn't answer his phone and the team goes to check on him and an unfamiliar person answers the door

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, horny!Spencer lol, uhhhh lmk if anything else was missed!

Spencer Reid had never been sick a day in his life.

That's why when Morgan had received a voice-mail from him that he wouldn't be coming into work the next day (with a very unconvincing cough), Morgan had his doubts.

Spencer was actually just at home with his secret girlfriend. It was her birthday and the two just wanted to spend the day together.

Y/N wasn't a people person. So on her birthday, that meant no parties, no outings and no overwhelming gifts. Just the two of them, spending time with and loving one another.

The reason Spencer had never told the team about his girlfriend because he didn't want them all in his business and asking about her. And it worked out perfectly because he had told Y/N that his friends were very extroverted people and she wasn't by any means.

It was hard enough to try and get Y/N to get to know him because she was so shy and filled with anxiety. Now she was shy with anyone but him. With Spencer, she felt that she could be herself.

After a long steamy morning, Y/N and Spencer walked out of the bathroom wrapped in towels. "That was a good birthday present, Spence." She smiled, using a small towel to dry her newly washed hair.

Spencer hummed, catching up to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He stopped her from walking and kiss her neck. "I'm called off of work today so we can do that as many times as we want."

"Mmm, I like that idea." She giggled, feeling his hands roaming her body. "I think we should pace ourselves though. We wouldn't want to get too exhausted." She smirked and spun around, wrapping her arms around his neck, standing on her tippy toes.

Spencer shrugged. "I wouldn't mind it." He shook his head before leaning down to kiss her. Y/N almost melted.

"Spence, we just took a shower." She groaned as she felt his hand clutch the top of her towel.

"Good thing we still have running water then. Huh?"

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Morgan furrowed his eyebrows at his phone after listening to Reid's voice mail. Something wasn't right. He could've sworn he heard the shower running in the background.

"Morgan, is something bothering you?" Hotch asked as he walked into the bullpen.

The man nodded. "Yeah... Reid's not coming in today. Said he's not feeling well but something ain't right. I've called him six times and he hasn't answered. I'm worried about him."

"That boy has never been sick in his life." Emily said, shaking her head. "What if he's... in trouble or something?"

Rossi scoffed. "More like in someone." He mumbled. No one seemed to hear him.

Garcia bit her lip. "Maybe we should go check on him. Bring him some soup or something. If I'm being honest, it's worrying me that he won't answer his phone. I tried to call him this morning to tell him about the Doctor Who marathon in the park and he didn't pick up. Even after I left him the message." She nodded.

JJ sighed. "You guys, maybe he really is sick. We don't treat each other like this when one of us is sick." She paused as everyone took that into consideration. "Nah, who am I kidding. It's Spence."

"We should all head over there." Hotch told them.

Morgan was already advancing towards the doors. "I'll start the SUV."

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After yet another shower, Spencer was trying trying his best to cook Y/N lunch seeing as the two had worked up quite an appetite. However, he was failing miserably. Spencer wasn't a chef and Y/N was perfectly fine with frozen waffles.

Y/N turned on the radio and danced in the kitchen while Spencer rifled through the freezer for the frozen waffles. All she had on was one of his navy blue sweaters and a pair of shorts and his socks.

"Do you have the blueberry syrup?" Y/N asked, standing on her tippy toes to peer over his shoulder. Spencer turned his head and kissed her cheek, nodding.

Before Y/N could tear him away from the freezer and kiss him, a knock came from the front door. Spencer groaned and sighed. "I'm sorry. Do you mind getting that? I know i have waffles somewhere in here."

"Sure, babe." She kissed his neck and then happily walked to the door. She opened it with a smile.

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"Okay, everyone. We're here." Hotch said before getting out of the SUV. They were in front of Spencer's apartment building.

Emily squinted her eyes. "His curtains are open." She noticed.

"We should get up there." Garcia nodded, beginning to move to the door of his building.

The rest followed her quickly. They all walked up the stairs and JJ moved in front of the group when they reached his apartment. They all looked at each other when they realized that there had been music playing from inside. She leaned forward and knocked loudly on the door.

After a few moments, the door swung open and a woman in his unbelievably recognizable sweater (that was huge on her) and shorts met them with a smile. Her smiled dropped when she saw all of their shocked faces.

Derek glanced at Emily. "I'm sorry, do we have the wrong apartment or somethin'?" He asked. The girl furrowed her eyebrows.

"Sorry, who are you?" Y/N asked shyly.

"I'm Derek... who are you?"

"Uhhh...-"

She heard footsteps from behind her. "Hey, babe who-"

Spencer stopped in his tracks when he saw his entire team standing at his door with shocked looks on their faces.

"Is it just me or is there a girl in Reid's apartment?" JJ asked, not blinking. "And did he just call her babe?"

The doctor cleared his throat and nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Uh... guys, this is... Y/N... my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend!?" The team all simultaneously shouted. Y/N stepped back a little bit, feeling self conscious.

Spencer reached out to grab her hand and tugged her to his side. "Yeah. Uh, Y/N, this is Jennifer, David, Emily, Aaron, and Derek. These are the people I work with."

Y/N waved shyly and blushed. "Uh excuse me. I'm gonna go change... uh clothes." She stuttered.

The woman quickly broke away from her boyfriend's side and rushed to Spencer's bedroom and shut the door quickly. Spencer watched her go. He didn't look back at the team for a good ten seconds after she disappeared.

They were all silent until Morgan spoke. "Well ain't she cute 'lil thang?" He smiled. "Reid you... have a girl? For how long?"

"Six months, eight days, and about twenty-one hours." He told them, trying to avoid their eyes. "I've known her for about two years."

Garcia gasped. "Our boy wonder has a girlfriend!? And he didn't think to tell us!?" She asked rather loudly.

Spencer put his finger up to his lips. "Shhh! Guys she's really shy amd doesn't like new people all that much." He told them quietly.

One by one, they filed into the apartment, shooting him smiles. "My man!" Morgan smiled brightly, clamping his hand down on Reid's shoulders. Spencer tried to fight the smile that appeared on his face.

"I knew it, kid." Rossi shook his head. "I knew you weren't sick." He chuckled, shaking his head.

Spencer guiltily looked down. "I'm sorry I lied." Everyone looked at him. "It's just- It's her birthday, and she doesn't like to go out a lot and I just wanted to make her feel special since our job is so demanding." He told them, glancing back at his bedroom door.

"I understand Reid, but you could've told us." Hotch said. Spencer nodded and put a smile on his face when he heard his bedroom door open. He turned around and she had changed into the jeans that she came over in the might before but still had on his sweater with her hands stiffed inside the sleeves.

"So I take it Spencer never told you all about me?" They all shook their heads. "Well I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you all."

As the rest of the afternoon went on, Y/M found herself being a little more comfortable with these people whom she had just met. It was hard but she was really trying.

And Spencer couldn't love her any more for it.

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Hey y'all!

I hope you liked this request! It was so fun to write because Spence being horny is just too funny 🤣

Love y'all and thanks for reading <3

#spencer reid #spencer fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid smut #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x original female character #criminal minds #spencer x oc #spencer x reader #read more

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

Hughfhhdb ok I'm just gonna keep this one simple but maybe you could do smth for loki getting a crush on gn reader(he/they pronouns maybe? Just they/them is fine too tho) whos playful like him and loves hopping in on his jokes / pranks he pulls on others- just all around friendly to him and everyone else too though. There's no pressure tho you can take ur time and tysm for offering 🥺

Pranks

Pairing: Loki x reader (he/they pronouns)

Warnings: harmless pranks, fluff, cursing

Summary: Loki’s got a crush

AN: I tried my best! I’m not sure if it’s really good or not, but, if you don’t like it I will gladly try again! Sorry it took a little while, hope you enjoy @fuck-mcgee

Your parents were part of Hydra, so when you born with strange powers, they turned you over to the evil organization. You were forced into experiments, training and missions from a young age. Your childhood was stripped away from you.

The Avengers found you with Wanda and Pietro, you guys grew up together, you were like a sibling to them. The team offered you and Wanda a place on the team after Ultron, and you both gladly accepted.

The first few months you were there, you were just trying to fit in and not have everyone hate you. You became friends with Loki, both of you having a playful mood. Most of the other Avengers wouldn’t give him a chance, but you did, you got a second chance, so why shouldn’t he.

While you were friends with the rest of the team, you spent most of your time with Loki. Thor loved your effect on his brother, you brought out the playful side of him from their childhood.

“Has anyone seen Y/N? I’ve been looking for them all over but I can’t find him?” Loki had been looking for about 20 minutes now and he still couldn’t find you anywhere. He was bored and wanted to do something, you would have an idea of something fun to do. “Uhhhh, I think I saw him head out for a run with Bucky but I’m not sure,” Steve answered. Loki nodded and headed back to his room.

Loki then had a perfect idea of how to occupy himself. He was going to set up a prank to play on you. He would have to work quickly but it would be amazing.

He summoned up some doughnuts, your favorite of course, and then grabbed some mayonnaise from the kitchen cabinet. He filled the doughnuts with the Mayo and waited for you to arrive.

He had turned himself invisible, not wanting to get caught, and you walked in, sweating and a little out of breath. “Good run Barnes, see ya later!” Bucky jogged off to get a shower and you went to grab some water from the kitchen. “Ooh, sweet, doughnuts! Wanda must’ve made some while I was out.” You grabbed one and took a giant bite. “Oh god, ew!! Bleh.” You spit out the sweet treat and washed your mouth out with water. Loki then reappeared, smirking. You realized what had happened and you chuckled, “oh just you wait Lokes, better sleep with one eye open.” You slung an arm around him and you guys walked off to your room to watch a movie.

That night Loki didn’t sleep, but not because he was scared of being pranked, because he couldn’t stop thinking. About you, your smile, the way your laugh would always cheer him up, the way you always joined in on the fun and cracked jokes. He realized that night, he didn’t just have a crush, he was falling head over heels in love with you.

You were awake too, also thinking about how much you loved Loki. You had decided that night that the next chance you had, you would ask him out.

The next day you were hella nervous. You set up a date on the roof, a picnic type thing but it was all chocolate stuff, since both you and Loki loved chocolate.

“Hey, Lokes, I’ve got a surprise on the roof for you and I!” He cautiously followed you to the roof, a little worried it was a revenge prank from the day before.

You smiled as you saw Loki’s face light up at the chocolates. “So, I, um, I just wanted to tell you, that I….Loki I really really like you, like as more than friends.” You nervously waited for his response. Loki leaned in and kissed you, well that was your answer.

You led him to the blankets with food and sat down. “Wait, this isn’t a prank right? Cause I do really like you,” Loki questioned. “Oh my, Lokes, nooo, I’d never joke about this, you know my general rule of thumb with pranks, mostly harmless only. I’d never hurt you like that.” You gave him a hug and a forehead kiss and went back to eating.

The team was overall happy that you’d both finally gotten together, apparently both of your feelings were obvious to everyone except you two. The team wasn’t as happy when they realized this just meant it was a dynamic duo of pranksters. You were able to convince Loki to not change into a snake and stab Thor again. Thor was very grateful for that.

The team was dreading April Fools day, they knew what was coming, but they didn’t expect it when everyone had been turned into the opposite gender! They had all woken up and realized what had happened, they all then formulated in the living room. You strolled in after hearing a bunch of commotion. “What the heck is going on? It’s way to early for you all to be this loud!” A girl version of Steve was glaring at you, “why don’t you tell us.” You took in the situation and were more confused, “wait? What? I don’t know what’s going on either! You guys know my rule, my pranks don’t harm others, this is a little past my line.” “Then why are you the only one not effected,” Bucky pointed out. You just shrugged.

That was when your significant other walked in, “morning dearest,” he gave you a kiss. “Loki,” Thor growled, “why did you do this?” “Well it’s April fools of course! And I am the god of tricks so….” “Well can you change us back then!” Loki shook his head, “I’m afraid I can’t, the spell will only lift at midnight,” he smirked. “Wait! Why do they get to choose?” Tony asked, pointing at you. “Well, he’s my partner, and even in Asgard it is a bad idea to anger one’s love.” You smiled and kissed Loki’s cheek, “love you too my prince.” The rest of the team grumbled and stomped off. “Happy April Fools my prince, better keep your eye out,” you winked and walked away. Boy Loki was in for quite a day.

Taglist: @peaches1958

#marvel #loki friggason #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki of asgard #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki fluff #mcu Loki #loki x you #loki x male reader #male reader #male reader insert

[zenxvii]

Summary: Getting ice cream with your best friend.

Character: Best friend!Gyeong-su x f!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: cursing & blood

Kdrama: all of us are dead

word count: 1.2k

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y/ns pov

“Yah! y/n get up school is over, we gotta go Cheong-Sa, On-Jo and I-sak went already!” my friend yelled and pulled me. I lazily opened my eyes and saw Gyeong-Su standing in front of me. “uhhhh…” i groaned as i got up. “Carry this please.” I said as i threw my bag at him. “Yah! y-“ before he could say anything else i ran out of the classroom giggling.

I ran down and saw our friends waiting for us. “YAH Y/N!” I heard Gyeong-Su yell as he ran behind me. “Waaaa Cheong-san protect mee!” I yelled as i jumped behind him. “What-..?” Cheong-san said confused. I saw Gyeong-Su running to us with my backpack.

“Don’t be a lazy ass and take your bag!” Gyeong-su said as he tried to push the bag towards me. “nahhhh you carry it, like why can’t you be a man like Cheong-san and carry my bag.” I whined sarcastically. “Because i’m not your boyfriend!” He yelled but quickly covered his mouth and looked at Cheong-san. “Whaa!!?? ARE CHEONG-SAN AND ON-JO TOGETHER!???!! SI-“ I yelled, as i was about yell more Cheong-san covered my mouth.

“Shut up, we’re not together. i’d never date her.” Cheong-san said with a chuckle. “Well just so you know, i’d never date you either.” On-Jo said and they started bickering. “awwwhh..i really wanted my ship to sail.” I said with a pout. "let's go guys." I-sak said while dragging me and On-Jo with her. 

We arrived at Cheong-sans parents restaurant and sat down. "Now children try these!" Cheong-sans mom said as she made her way to us with two different plates of chickens. "Mom why so much food..?" Cheong-san asked and looked at his mom. "Well you know On-Jo and y/n eat a lot." His mom said with a chuckle. I knew she didn't mean it in a mean way, but i couldn't help to feel a little sad. "Yah, we don't get lot, we eat good." On-jo said with a laugh. "Yeahh." I said and laughed with her.

After we ate we got up and thanked for the food. "C'mon guys run we're gonna be late!" i-sak yelled as we ran. "Shi-!" left my mouth as i fell on the ground. I had tripped over something. "y/n!" Gyeong-su yelled and i heard his footsteps coming closer. "I'm fine you all can go, i don't you guys to be late!" I yelled looking up. "Are you sure?? WE can wait for the next train!" On-Jo yelled. "It's okay i'll stay with her!" Gyeong-su yelled and the others just nodded. "Gyeong-su if n/n isn't in school tomorrow i'm coming after you." On-Jo yelled as they left. 

"Can you stand?" Gyeong-su asked and i nodded. HE helped me up and i leaned on him since my legs were hurting. I looked down and saw my knees bleeding. The right one was bleeding worse than the left one. I looked at my palms and saw that on my left palm was a cut. "You're so clumsy." Gyeong-su said and chuckled. "Can you stand on your own for a little?" He asked and i just hummed.He knelt down pulling handkerchief and a bandage roll out of his bag. 

He started wiping the blood off of my  right knee. "This won't get the all blood of, but it's better than nothing." He said and wrapped the bandage roll around myy knee. He also pulled two band-aids from his bag. He putted the other one on my left knee and got up. He got back up and took my left hand. He putted the other band-aid on my left palm and chuckled. "I have always wondered how can person be so clumsy." He said and looked at me. "Hey! I'm not that clumsy. But like why do you even have all that on you..?" I said and looked straight to his eyes. 

"Well you know i have this friend of mine who is kinda clumsy." He said and laughed. "Jerk." I said and laughed with him. "You know since we missed the train i was wondering if you wanted to for ice cream?" Gyeong-su asked while watching at the ground. "Sure." "Cool! Can you walk on you own or do you need help?" "Thanks for the offer gyeong-su, but i'm fine." "Alright!" With that we started walking towards a store.

We arrived to a store and went in. We walked to the ice cream selection. "Take anything, my treat." He said as he grabbed his ice cream. "Alright, thank you!" I said and grabbed normal vanilla ice cream. We walked to checkout. Gyeong-su paid the ice creams and we walked out. He opened his ice cream and i opened mine. "You know y/n this might not bee the perfect moment to tell this, but i'm in love with you." Gyeong-su said and i blushed. "Wait what-..?" I asked and looked at him. "It's okay if you don't feel the same, i just wanted to get it off of my chest." He said adn ate his ice cream.

"What no! I mean it's not that i don't feel the same, it's just that i didn't expect you to say it." I said and looked down with blush on my face. "Huh..? So you do love me back?.." He said confused. "Yeah i do.." i said quietly feeling my face getting redder. "Let's goo!!! Today i'm the happiest boy in this world!! My long time crush told me that she loves me back!! WOOO!!!" Gyeong-su yelled and hugged me and kissed my cheek. "Idiot..don't yell." i said getting embarrassed. Not because i love him back, but because now people were staring at us. 

Now we were walking the stairs up to my apartment. I told him that he didn't need to come along, but he insisted saying 'i can't let my girlfriend walk alone at night.' As we walked the stairs up i felt his fingers brush against my fingers. He grabbed my hand and held it gently. Now we're walking while holding hands. We made it to apartment and i let go of his hand. "Thank you for walking me home, even tho you didn't need to." I said and gave him a sweet smile. "It's no problem, ohh also here's your bag." He said and handed my bag to me. Oh yeah he has been carrying it since school. "Thank you." I said and took my bag. I  unlocked my apartments door. I turned to him and sighed deciding to do this.

I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Good night, get home safe." I quickly said and close the door. My face was as red as a tomato and my heart was pounding rapidly, i bet he could hear it. I took my shoes off and walked to my room. I putted my phone and keys on my night stand and sat on my bed. I felt a ding from my phone and saw that Gyeong-su has sent me a message. I opened the message and smiled.

Gyeong-su♥: Yah, next time you better give me a little time so i can kiss you back. sent: 9.01pm.

Me: Well you just got to be quick.                          Sent: 9.02pm.

Gyeong-su♥: I will be, now go to sleep you need your rest. I love you!♥                Read: 9.03pm.

Me: I will go, text me when you get home, alright!                                                  Sent: 9.03pm

Me: I love you too!♥ See you tomorrow.              Sent: 9.03pm

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#all of us are dead x reader #all of us are dead gyeong-su #all of us are dead gyeong-su x reader #aouad x reader #aouad fanfic #fluff #best friends to lovers

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you're my baby [pt.3] - xiao

summary; one could say that you had a son. others would say they were merely just an adeptus. you would say xiao was both and you weren't alone on that statement.

genre; fluff, slight angst (okay a bit more than slight idk, i tend to go overboard), zhongli being a doting husband bc yes, reader is just the best motherly figure, father! zhongli, archon! reader, established relationship with zhongli, uhhhh aether x xiao? idk take it how you may, platonic xiao x reader

masterlist | part 2

word count; 1.2k exactly

warnings; mentions of losing loved ones

a/n; i love platonic relationships so much too, ugh family aus are my shit and i love this idea sm, thank you for the request, i hope you enjoy!

i feel like xiao is OOC in this khfsdkjk sorry if he is

it was no mystery that you were getting weaker. everyone you knew seemed to notice. while you still had your powers, they seemed more weak than before. no one seemed to understand why.

that was until zhongli had informed traveler to help.

"what's wrong, mr.zhongli?" paimon asked as aether and paimon looked at the concerned ex-archon.

"i'm.. rather worried for my wife." aether and paimon looked at each other confused before asking for more context. "she's been very weak lately... she's not sick or anything but her powers... they feel weak." zhongli tried to explain.

and soon enough, aether and paimon were on a new mission and that was to find out what was stopping your powers. you were intent on keeping your lips sealed about your troubles even keeping them away from your own husband as aether had trouble getting any more info from you or others about the situation.

eventually, aether had talked to madame ping.

"y/n? oh that little troublemaker..." aether can hear her frustration as madame ping turned to look at him. "she hasn't told anyone about it, huh?"

"about what?"

"y/n is an archon, the archon of life. at least life among plants and animals." she explained, "it seems like her time is running out."

"y/n is an archon?!" paimon asked surprised.

"they used to live in sumeru but after the archon war, they moved to liyue and met zhongli. you can clearly see how that turned out."

"but what do you mean that her time is running out?"

"she has lost her gnosis. her time as an archon is no more."

"love, you didn't tell me that you lost yours."

you stayed quiet for a moment as you held zhongli's hand. "i never meant to lose it. it was forcefully stolen from me." you explained to him and aether. "i'm sorry."

"you don't need to be-"

"you lost your gnosis?" you look over and see xiao. his eyes are shaken and full of worry. xiao hurriedly walked over to you, checking for any injuries. "who did this? who stole it? i'll get it back-"

"xiao." your voice is gentle and calm, "do not worry, okay? i'll be fine. i'm still here, aren't i?"

"but what if people come to hurt you?"

"i'm not powerless, xiao."

"i don't wanna lose you or father." you can see his tears forming on his eyes.

"we're still here, xiao." zhongli comforted him. "we're not going anywhere. you won't lose us that easily." zhongli gestured xiao to take a seat inbetween you and him. xiao hesitantly sat down.

"do you think we can get your gnosis back?" paimon asked you.

"i doubt it but you can try, traveler. you're very powerful so maybe you have a chance."

"i want to come with." xiao said. "i will get your gnosis back."

"xiao.. it's okay if you can't. i might just retire anyways." you attempted to lighten the mood. "do not strain yourself over this, xiao." you kissed his forehead, patting his head.

"how did this happen though?" aether asked.

"so you're the fatui who wish to mess with my husband?" you asked, your glare sharper than nails as your dendro vision shines brightly on your waist. "give me back his gnosis."

"i don't think i can do that." childe said, sending you a smug look, "the tsaritsa already have it in their hands."

"you will pay for what you have done." if morax didn't make such a stupid contract... you thought as you summoned your claymore. "if i can't get it back, i will ruin the fatui one by one."

"i think you may regret your choice, mrs. archon." his words caught you off guard and just like that, you were pulled into a fight that you thought you could win.

vines and sharp leaves flew in the air as hits were traded. his power had surprised you greatly. just how powerful could the fatui get? you thought but quickly throwing the thought out and sending another hit to childe.

eventually, the fight was over. "surrender now, fatui." the end of your claymore hits the ground as you looked down at the fallen fatui.

but instead of surrendering, you hear him laugh. "bold of you to assume that i'll die that quick." you were blown back, your feet digging into the ground to keep you standing as you faced childe in a different form. foul legacy.

your eyes wide in shock as you take a step back.

"are you scared?" with just one swing, you can only see your fate. you're thrown onto the ground, feeling the electro energy surge through your body painfully. "i'll be taking this." his hand reaches into your chest and you can feel him tugging onto your gnosis.

"you're a monster.." you muttered out as your gnosis is now put in someone else's hand.

"i will get him for what he's done to you!" xiao stood up. you frowned slightly.

"i don't want you to get hurt, xiao. it's not worth it."

"but he hurt you."

"xiao." you give him a stern look. "your job is not to take care of me. it's to take care of liyue. need not worry for your mother, i'm still alive and breathing." zhongli looks at paimon and traveler, silently telling them to leave for now as he leaves with them.

"but.."

"no buts." xiao sits next to you, hands resting on his lap. you can see him shaking, whether it was out of anger or sadness, you didn't know. reaching a hand onto his back, you rub his back, talking to him softly, "this is not your problem, it's okay. i'm not gonna die. i'm still here."

"but what if you leave because your gnosis is gone?"

"well, your father isn't gone yet."

"i..." xiao struggles to speak, his throat tightening as he tries to gather the words he wants to say.

"take your time. breathe, xiao." you guide him.

"i...i don't wanna lose you or dad."

"and you won't. we are still here. we are still gods, just not as powerful. we won't die that easily. we've been here for so long, xiao. i won't ever leave you or zhongli so suddenly." your hand goes to brush his hair as you guide him to rest his head on your shoulder. and just like that, he can feel his tears pour out from the mere embrace from the one who took care of him for so many years. "my poor baby. you're stressing yourself out over so much. you're doing your best and that is all me and your father could ask for." you told him.

xiao is silently crying as he curled into you. a fond smile reaching your face as you can remember him as a child doing this whenever he got hurt. "you know this reminds me of when you always cuddled up to me when you hurt your knee playing with ganyu." the mood seems to lighten up a bit as you laugh at the distant memory.

xiao is still quiet as you held onto him. "would you like to eat?"

"can..can we make almond tofu?"

"anything for my baby."

#xiao genshin impact #genshin xiao x reader #genshin impact xiao x reader #genshin xiao #genshin impact xiao #xiao x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact zhongli #genshin impact zhongli x reader #genshin zhongli x reader #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli x reader #genshin zhongli #zhongli #xiao

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The jjk men with an SO whos been asked out as a joke before and is scated to take their feelings seriously?

Aaa thank you for the ask! I absolutely love this idea! I decided to do the main trio for this one!

GN Reader!

Characters: (The amazing trio!) Itadori, Megumi, Nobara + Gojo

Warning: Angst but lots of fluff too! Mentions of Sukuna for Itadori’s part, cursing

⚠️SLIGHT SPOILER WARNING⚠️

❗️Reader is the same age as the trio (15 y/o!) But for Gojo, they’re in their 20’s! ❗️

Authors Note: I wanted to do the amazing trio with Gojo! If you all have any specific characters for me, let me know! Every ask makes me extremely happy!

Huh?

Itadori met you when he first arrived to Kyoto, you and him grew close really fast. You became apart of the trio. Nobara and Megumi would always say to him that you two were thick as thieves and never went a day apart. Sukuna always commented on how annoying you two got.

Itadori later realized that you stirred something inside him. There was a warmth in his chest whenever you smiled at him, or when you laughed at some of his stupid jokes, or even the time you tackled him into a hug when Gojo revealed he wasn’t really dead. Though, after that hug you got really scary when kicking his ass and yelling at him for making you sad. No one makes you sad. Never ever. But you forgave him an hour after.

Megumi and Nobara quickly noticed that their friend being absolutely smitten with you. I mean, it was plain obvious by how he would just stare at you dreamily like he does looking at a Jennifer Lawrence poster. They decided enough was enough and convinced Itadori to confess to you. He was reluctant at first because confession romantic feelings for your best friend with a chance they might reject you? Totally awkward. But, he worked up the courage to asked you!

You and Itadori were taking a stroll around town eating ice cream like any other Tuesday. He brought you to the park and- with a beat red face- told you how he felt.

“I’ve liked you ever since we met and I really wanted to ask if you wanted to uh, you know, go out sometime? Like on a date instead of hanging out or… something?”

You blinked once and stared at him. Itadori felt a bead of sweat go down his face and his heart was basically screaming. Doubts started running through his mind when you two just stood and stared at each other in silence. Itadori was ready to laugh and try to move on from what he said but you suddenly looked annoyed, much to his displeasure.

“Is this a joke?” You said, fists balling up.

Itadori wanted to die for real, right then and there. Sukuna was laughing at him and mocking him.

“Uhhhh… No?”

“Dude,” Your face of annoyance was just plain angry now. “Did someone tell you to say that? What would you get out of it?”

“What? What do you mean by that?”

“I mean you don’t actually like me, do you?”

The hurt in your eyes made him more confused than embarrassed. Why would he lie about that? Why would it be a prank to you?

“Yes! I do like you (Y/N). Why wouldn’t I? You’re like, second best to Jennifer Lawrence!”

The look on your face deepened which made him scared.

“Okay going on first! I swear! But seriously, I really, really like you. I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

You only looked sad now and a little guilty. You looked away from him and retracted a little into your shirt.

“Hey,” He tried to sound as soft as possible. Itadori put his hands on your shoulders gently. “why would you think I was lying?”

You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck. “I’ve had people- a lot of people- tell me they like me and after, like, a few weeks of ‘dating’, they would laugh and tell me it was a prank for money or something like that.”

Itadori felt so angry when you said that. How could anyone do that to you!? He tried not to show his anger all too much. It was about you right now! You must be hurting.

“If I see any of those people, Id totally beat them up.” Itadori smiled for a second and rubbed your shoulders. “You don’t need to return my feelings if you-“

“No! No. It’s not like I don’t like you back, I really do! I’ve liked you for a while now. Im just worried you might tell me it was ‘all a joke’ and ‘no hard feelings’.”

“I would never do that!”

“I know that but…”

Itadori nodded and pulled you into a hug. Even with the situation getting complicated, he still felt that same warmth in his chest. “If you want to take this slow or wait until being official, than I don’t care. I’ll still love you either way.”

You teared up and hugged him back tightly. You smiled a little into his jacket. “…Alright.”

Pissed. So pissed. Might murder the people who are hurt you.

Nobara met you on her first mission with Itadori. She thought you were absolutely handsome, gorgeous, and just plain adorable. You two became great friends on the first day and were attached to the hip automatically. It wasn’t uncommon for you to be asked out by people, I mean look at you! Nobara would consider the person legally blind if they didn’t find you attractive. But each time you’d reject them, all of them, no matter how attractive or appealing. At first, Nobara thought you weren’t interested in romance or you were just not emotionally available to people, but she noticed how… sad you looked each time, almost disappointed. She would ask you but you just smiled and told her that you weren’t interested. The only reason you didn’t accept them was because they weren’t her. Of course, it was a common joke between you two- joke flirting with the usual “kiss me” when she does something minor for you. At first, it was funny to Nobara, but over time she noticed how they would go straight to her head and made her blush. Eventually, it was clear that she had a crush on you. A serious one.

Nobara wanted to tell you, of course, but seeing all those times you’d reject every confession with a straight face and with little effort, of course she was worried! And those “they weren’t you” comments were real to her, but you were just joking. Or maybe you weren’t joking. Or were you? She didn’t know, you’re confusing!

Nobara went to Itadori for help. It was a bad idea to go to such an idiot for help with romance, but Megumi wasn’t a better option. He was a rock when it came to relationships. She mustered up the courage and wrote a love letter- very clique- and left it at your door and waited. She put her name on the letter, just so you could find her and give her an answer. She waited around the corner to watch you open the letter at your door. When you did, you looked so angry and hurt. You tore up her letter with angry tears running down your face and leaving the scraps at your door and slamming it shut. Nobara stood there with wide eyes and a slightly broken heart. Did she upset you? Did she say something wrong in her letter? Nobara went to your door, ignoring the shreds of pink paper, and knocking softly.

“Y/N?”

“Go away.” You sounded so hurt. No bars frowned and leaned against the doorframe.

“You know that’s not gonna happen in a million years.” Nobara rubbed her arm. “Did I say something wrong? In my letter?”

“…Is this a joke? This is a joke right? Very funny Nobara, now leave me be.”

“What!? What do you mean a ‘joke’!?” Nobara couldn’t believe this! She was furious that you’d think it was a joke. Her feelings aren’t a joke, for your information!

“I mean is this a prank! Did one of the guys put you up to it? Maybe Maki?”

Prank? Her fury came to a screeching halt. A prank? Why would she do something that cruel? Sure Nobara can be a bit harsh sometimes, but she’d never hurt someone like that! That’s low.

“Prank? Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know! Money? Maybe for laughs?”

“Money!? If I needed money I’d probably just steal Gojo’s credit card!” Nobara sighed and shook her head to herself. Not the point. “Look, (Y/N)… I love you, like, a WHOLE lot. You’re amazing and sometimes I just wanna cry from how loving and caring you are to me. You’re attractive both inside and out. I’d never- and I mean NEVER- do something like this to you. I’d throw myself into an army of Curses to become food before doing that.”

Your silence made her even more nervous. There was a shuffling from the other side before you opened the door. You peaked at her from the crack. Your eyes were red, making Nobara ache on the inside. You sniffled and wiped your eyes.

“Sorry I got mad and so defensive…” You sighed. “I just thought you were pranking me. I’ve been pranked like this before. Sometimes my classmates would ask me out and tell me it was a joke, that their friend owed them cash as a bet.”

Oh. Hell. No. Where’s her nails!? How dare they hurt you like this and make you so untrusting to something beautiful like love! Nobara gritted her teeth and breathed in deep. Getting mad at this isn’t a good idea.

“(Y/N)… Im so sorry.” She swallowed hard, feelings bubbling up. “I understand if you don’t want to be in a relationship. We can still be friends, I don’t care. As long as you don’t hate me, that’s all that matters.”

“I could never hate you! And- And I like you to. I mean it. I really, really like you. I just don’t know if I can…”

“Be in a relationship?”

“No not that. It’s not the relationship that scares me, it’s the chance you might laugh and leave.”

Nobara couldn’t take it anymore. She wrapped you in a tight hug and closed her eyes tightly to stop any tears. You hugged back just as hard, ignoring the face Nobara was crushing you.

“I’d rather die than leave you. I love you so much. I really do.”

“I do too Nobara, I do too.”

“By the way, who were the people that pranked you?”

“Why do you need to know?”

“…”

“Nobara?”

“…I’m just curious.”

Oh.

Megumi sucks at romance. He doesn’t get it. He probably looks so confused when Itadori and Nobara are ugly crying at a heartfelt scene in a romance movie they would watch.

He met you the same time Itadori joined, maybe a little bit earlier than him. You drew him in with your charisma, charm, and pure kindness towards him. You’d always try to protect him, even when he doesn’t need it in battles against curses. You two grew to be great friends, even despite the differences you may have. Like sun and moon. You could be rambling on and on about something you might enjoy- maybe talking a bit more than you’d normally would- and Megumi would be listening carefully to each word you say, giving you his full attention and ignoring everything else.

Megumi slowly (and I mean slowly) realized he had a crush on you. Seriously, he’s so dense he didn’t even notice the signs. Itadori pointed it out to his friend and told him to confess at some point. It’s clear you two have chemistry going on so what harm could it do to make it know? Megumi thought that was a horrible idea at first, thinking that you two were just friends and you’d probably wouldn’t want anything more. Over time, the thought of him having a crush on you started to grow more and more until he realized he really does have it bad for you.

Megumi decides to confess to you but in a really, REALLY upfront way and not as romantic as the other two.

“I think I like you.” Is what Megumi said. Straight face with a slight pink to his cheeks.

You stood there, a brow raised, and smiled. “Awe I like you too ‘Gumi! But uh… Why do you say that all of a sudden?”

“No, no. I LIKE you- like… LIKE like you?” Gods he was horrible at this kind of thing. He really wanted to die, there and then. The way you suddenly realized what he meant made it even more painful.

Your eyes widened for a moment and blinked twice, mouth agape. Then you suddenly looked EXTREMELY PISSED. Megumi could sense your curse energy radiating off of you, making him not just nervous but terrified.

“You’re kidding me, right? Are you serious, Fushiguro?!” Megumi stepped back a bit and raised his hands up in surrender. He’s never seen you like this before. Did he say something wrong?

“Wh- I’m sor-“

“Who put you up to it?!”

Wait what? Everything was going so fast Megumi had to process what you said for a few seconds. Your frowned deepened and you glared at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Megumi dropped his hands and tried retracting in his uniform jacket. Emotions of embarrassment swirled in his chests. “What do you mean ‘who put you up to it’?”

You rolled your eyes. “I mean who told you to say something like that to me.”

“It was Itadori. He told me to-“

“He put you up to this stupid prank!? I swear Im going to kill him!”

Prank? What? Why would Itadori want to-

Oh.

Megumi shook his head and grabbed your shoulders. “No no no! This wasn’t a prank! Im serious, I really like you. Im just… really bad at stuff like this, anything romantic really.”

You blinked and stared at his face for a while. Quiet. You were trying to read his emotions, trying to see if there was any hint of deception behind them.

“Itadori told me to confess to you and wanted to help. I wanted to be direct since you hate beating around the bush. I realize how stupid that was but it was a much better approach than what Gojo-sensei would’ve given me if I asked him.”

You rubbed your arm and looked away from Megumi. He was worried he might’ve hurt your feelings in some type of way, or maybe you just didn’t feel the same about him and felt guilty. There was also the fact you called his confession a prank, that really had Megumi concerned.

“Why would you think I was faking or pranking you in any way?”

You sighed and finally turned to him. “Sorry about my outburst ‘Gumi. I’m just not good with confessions. I had classmates tell me they liked me then I’d find out they made bets with their friends on how ‘easy’ I was.”

Megumi felt disgusted at what you went through. Murder seemed like a good idea in that moment, maybe he’d ask Sukuna to help him out on hunting these people down. A wicked heart has to be curse material right? Right.

Megumi hugged you gently and somewhat tightly, feeling you relax against him. “I’m not good at this, but I’d never hurt you like that. You’re just so… YOU. It’s hard to explain how I feel.”

“I know ‘Gumi.” You muttered into his jacket. “You suck at everything human. I have theories you might be a robot.”

You started giggling and he gave a light smack to head, which only made you laugh. Megumi smiled and sighed.

“You aren’t mad at me or anything right?”

“I could never stay mad at you ‘Gumi.”

Megumi paused, debating if he should or shouldn’t say anything. “Does this mean you want to…”

“Yeah…” He looked down at you and saw a big smile on your face. “Yeah I’d like to be together with you. I just-“

“You want to take it slow, right?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“That’s good. I kinda want that too.”

You pressed your face into his uniform, content and extremely happy. Megumi felt the warmth in his chest grow hotter than before. There are good things in this world.

Okay I’ll be honest, Gojo seems like the type to have done this when he was in high school. Maybe he still does it.

But seriously, he was pissed when he heard that you had your heart broken multiple times over some shitty pranks. He also felt a little guilty, as if he was the one who caused those pranks himself.

Gojo met you from time to time at the school. Usually you were just too busy with curse missions to interact with him a lot, which was understandable! Gojo caught you a few times and chit chatted with you and got to know you better. You two became besties, much to everyone’s displeasure. You two would always scheme with one another and would always loudly gossip about everything. Everyone basically hated the two of you, but you two didn’t seem to care all that much.

Feelings came about and Gojo was slightly worried. He doesn’t like getting close to people. He’s afraid of loosing people he cares about again, that’s why he has his fair share of flings. Plenty of love, but no attachment. It took him a while than you’d expect for him to come to terms that he has a crush on you. You made him feel like a teenage boy again sometimes, always stirring up warm butterflies in his stomach. He kept his mouth shut for a while and started noticing the way you treated the many confessors you’d get on a daily basis. They would practically be on their hands and knees pouring their heart out to you while Gojo stood there praying you’d say no. Each time you did, much to his liking. But it was the after effecting of the confession that made Gojo worry of confessing to you. You looked so disappointed and sad. Maybe you were just like Gojo. Afraid to loose people so you cut off all attachment.

He kept quiet for MONTHS before he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to say something. Gojo couldn’t take the ‘what if’s’ anymore. What if you said yes to just one of those confessions? What if he never gets to tell his feelings to you?

Gojo waited outside the school. You were talking to one of the students- Maki, he believes- and waited with a single rose in hand. Clique, Gojo knows, and you might just laugh at him for being so cheesy, but Gojo waited far too long to consider cliques.

You walked out and sighed, clearly tired after a long day. The sun washed over you so elegantly Gojo would’ve thought you were a gift from the Gods above.

“Hey Gojo!” You smiled brightly like the hot sun overhead. “You didn’t have to wait for me, yknow.”

“I wanted to. And uh…” Gojo held out the Rose. “This is for you.”

You raised a brow and snorted. “Are you practicing for one of your dates again? If you are, I’m getting paid by the hour.”

You took the rose from his hand and smelled it, humming and placing a hand on your heart dramatically.

“Oh Gojo Satoru. Once again, you’ve captured my heart.”

Sure you were joking but gods did that make Gojo’s heart leap.

“Actually yeah it is for one of my dates,” he had no plan at all, but no way in hell is he letting this smooth move pass up. “I was hoping you’d be one of them.”

You laughed but it came to a slow stop when you took a good look at his face. Gojo looked serious, which was SUPER unusual for him. Gojo internally smirked. He probably had you stumped! This was the moment where you’d burst into happy tears like a romance movie and jump into his arms so he could-

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me right?”

…or…not?

Gojo was confused and pressed his lips into a thin line. “What do you mean?”

“Look, Gojo, I like jokes but this is just cruel.”

“I’m sorry but I still don’t get why you’re upset at me?”

You frowned and clenched your fists. “I mean asking me out as a joke. You think this is funny Gojo? Seriously!?”

“What? Wait, no, no I wouldn’t-“

“You wouldn’t? Please. You have a fling for every day of the week. How am I suppose to just accept that?”

“Okay I know! But just… hear me out?”

Your silence gave him permission. Gojo sighed and bit his inner cheek.

“I really, really like you, (Y/N). And I know that sounds like crap coming from me. I wouldn’t believe me either. But I am being serious. I love you so much. These years of beings friends just… Doesn’t seem like enough.”

You furrowed your brows and waited a moment, looking at Gojo’s crystal blue eyes behind those circular black glasses he loves so much. They showed true sincerity, but you feared so much more. You tried to turtle yourself into your shirt to avoid his gaze. You felt so exposed now.

“I’m sorry for getting angry at you…” You but your inner cheek.

“Hey, don’t be sorry I get it. This is ME we’re talking about. But uh… Do you have an answer for me?”

You thought for a moment. You’d always say it would be different for every confession you’d get. But maybe, just maybe, it really would be different this time. You looked at the rose for a moment and smiled.

“Yeah. I really like you too.”

A/N: Happy Spookymonth everyone! I have a yandere oc Halloween project I thought of! I will take any Halloween related requests you all might have for me. Sorry if I’m a little late in writing, lots of writing block happening. Thank you all and Happy Halloween!

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[realcube]

characters dealing with a deep sleeper! s/o  (_　_)。゜zｚＺ

characters: bokuto, oikawa & saiki k 

tw// swearing, fluff, mentions of death, illness, funerals, sexual references 

Kōtarō Bokuto

he literally thought you died 

this was your first time sleeping over at his home and last night, y’all were stuffing your faces with treats until your stomachs ached

you had mentioned several times how you were feeling sick - even after bokuto took you out for a late-night run - but he just told you to take a pain-killer and sleep it off

but now he was kinda regretting not calling someone to help 

like what if the sickness was a symptom to a deadly disease which took you overnight?

plus, he had tried everything he could think of to wake you up: he shook you, he blasted music from his phone, he opened the curtains to allow blinding light to shine on you, he flicked spits of cold water onto your face and he literally wafted cookies around the room in hopes you’d catch the scent 

but it was no use as even after all that, you didn’t move an inch

he tried to check your pulse which he believed to be on the wrist but he couldn’t think it 

so either he was too stupid to find the exact location or......you didn’t have a pulse

he’ll admit, it was an eerie thought that there could be a dead person in his bed rn but even he considered that a rather outlandish idea 

how could a person as healthy as you just die overnight? so he did what any reasonable person would do in that situation-- no, not call a doctor

he held a funeral for his beloved s/o 💀

he gathered all five of the plushies laying around his room (all of which were owls) and lined them up on the foot of the bed 

‘we are all gathered here today to celebrate the epic life of my partner, (y/n) (l/n).’ he sobbed into the sleeve of the black blazer he had pulled out of his closet, ‘gone too soon.’

silence. but in his mind he was met by a chorus of ‘aww’s and whimpers from the crowd

‘i loved them. (y/n) was my rock; they helped me through some of the hardest points in my life--’

his speech was cut off upon hearing one of the audience members pipe up, ‘bo, what are you doing?’

a wave of excitement washed over him as he scurried up to the line of guests, closely examining each one, ‘i didn’t know y’all could talk!’

you rolled your eyes before leaning forward and gently tapping the back of his head, ‘it’s me.’

upon laying his eyes on you, healthy and alive, his lips curled into a foolishly large grin as he immediately pulled you into a tight hug, ‘(Y/N), you’re alive!’ he cried

you gasped at his rather dramatic reaction before slowly melting into his embrace, ‘yes, i am.’

as your lips parted from the skin of his jaw and he slowly let his arms fall from your waist, you finally inquired, ‘did you hold a funeral for me?’

bokuto’s eyes-widened at your ‘crazy’ suggestion, ‘uhhhh, nooooo.’

if his elongating of each word wasn’t enough to show that he was lying, the dead giveaway would have to be the sheet of A4 paper with ‘(Y/N)’S FUNERAL 😭’ written on it that was stuck to the door with blu-tac

ignoring his completely false reply, you leaned back on the bed and picked up on the owl plushies, gently stroking it’s soft fur, ‘are these the guests? why are there only five?’

bokuto shrugged, picking up one himself and absentmindedly attempting to balance it on your head, ‘seven; if you count me and you.’

you giggled, about to make a inquire about the names of each guest until bokuto suddenly through his arms around you again 

‘why didn’t you tell me that you are such a deep-sleeper before?! i was so worried - i thought you died! please never die on me again, (y/n)?’

you smiled, pulling back to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, ‘i promise.’

Tōru Oikawa

he would take advantage of this opportunity lol

the first time y’all slept over together as a couple, he had no idea that you were as deep of a sleeper as you actually are

like he thought you meant ‘i sometimes sleep through my alarms’ deep-sleeper

NOT ‘IT TAKES A WHOLE NATURAL DISASTER TO WAKE ME UP IN THE MORNING’ DEEP-SLEEPER (/h)

anyway, at first, he’d probably just freshen up while you sleep: take a shower, wash his face, brush his teeth, floss etc so he’s no longer effected by that ✨morning crust ✨

but when he pokes his head out of the bathroom and noticed that your sleep asleep, he tries to blow-dry his hair bc he knows how much you like it when it’s all fluffy

but his blow-dryer was quite loud so he put it on for a few seconds to see if it’s wake you up and just as he expected, you were still sound asleep

so he blew-dry his hair until it was that soft texture that you liked so much- all while you were still like (∪.∪ )...zzz even though the blow-dryer was making a racket 

you were still sleeping and upon looking at the time, he realised that it was completely fair considering it was currently half past 8 and he had just woken up extremely early for some unknown reason

he didn’t want to wake you so he was just doing to go out for a run or make breakfast until he caught a glimpse of himself in mirror

o.O

despite his  puffy hair and pearly-white smile, he still looked sloppy

but it was definitely bc of his stained, torn, washed-out pyjamas tbh

he was just wearing an old T-shirt that he’s had for god-knows how long and a pair of grey sweatpants; it wasn’t a look

he had no idea what possessed him to wear such casual nightwear while you were at his house - especially when you chose to wear something so relaxed yet titillating - but he knew that he needed to change

after a while of rummaging through his nightwear drawer, the best he could find was a pair of white, silk, loose-legged trousers which he had bought for a halloween costume many years ago

it was pretty classy though :)) he was sure that you’d like it 

however, he still couldn’t find anything to wear on his top half but there is no fashion problem oikawa can’t solve 

thus, he went shirtless ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

he also threw on some jewellery too, just for the lols

you weren’t awake yet thought, so after he set up some candles to create a ‘mood’, he just sat next to you on the bed, scrolling on his phone and anticipating your reaction once you woke up

for a moment, he thought that he might’ve went when too far but upon taking a look at himself in his front-facing camera, he realised that there was no harm in spicing things up

once he noticed one of your eyes slowly flutter open, he quickly tossed his phone to the side and turned his body to face you, shooting you a kind smile and he gently ran a hand through his fluffy hair, ‘morning, angel~’ he cooed

you grumbled your greeting in response, then proceeded to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing him correctly, ‘what are you wearing, tōru?’

‘can a guy not dress up for his special someone anymore?’

you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his chest and going to hop out of bed until he pulled you back down against the sheets

a faint gasp escaped your lips but you were quickly hushed by oikawa pushing his finger against your lips, ‘you’re not going anywhere, (y/n).’

Kusuo Saiki

this was the first time you ever slept over at his house or next to him yet y’all had been dating for year and a half

he was just scared that he might accidently do something crazy in his sleep (bc of his powers ofc) and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you 🥺

you were patient with him though but bc y’all had never woken up together before, he had no idea how deep of a sleeper you are

he thought it was cute at first bc you were laying there like the beauty you are, lookin’ all serene and calm and stuff

but after a while, he got bored on his own  #•̀ ︿ •́

also, you promised to bake macarons with him for breakfast and he was hungry as hell, still he didn’t want to eat without you but if he didn’t wake you up rn to make macarons, he’d surely starve to death while they were in the fridge

on any other day, he’d just try do it himself but when you helped him make food- it just hit different 😍

‘(y/n), wake up.’  he spoke into your mind using his telepathy, while light nudging your arm, ‘i’m hungry.’

you didn’t reply, seeming completely knocked out

he tried the next best thing, holding his annoying alarm noise near (but not too close) to your ear

still nothing, though

his last human attempt was aggressively pulling your blanket away but even after that you showed no signs of waking up so he realised that he’d have to resort to using his physic abilities

he considered using his astral projection to possess your body but he felt as though taking over your body might cross a few boundaries 

but he did try duplicating himself so he could shake you from many different angles but it was still no use

he continued to use his telepathy to try wake you up but it didn’t seem to work either

after multiple different attempts of using his powers to try wake you up; here he was, standing in the middle of some dystopian, apocalyptic scene - alarms ringing in the distant along with sirens, screaming, honking and wails. everything around him seemed to be engulfed by flames which created thick, smoky air 

he wasn’t really sure how he got here but he was pretty sure it started around the time he tried to form an energy ball 

whatever 🤷‍♂️ it’s no biggie

he jumped back in time so he was standing next to your bed once again, exactly where he left off before he created the energy ball

he stared down at your sleeping figure and let out an exasperated sigh as he realised that he’d have to employ one of his most dangerous tactics

he really hoped it didn’t have to come to this

‘(y/n), if you get up right now.’ his voice rung through your head, ‘i speak with my voice.’

just like that, both of your eyes shot open as you hastily sat up on the bed

‘do it, saiki!’ you cheered, a foolishly large grin plastered on your features

and he couldn’t help but smile too 

curse you for being so cute

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