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justagalwhowrites · 10 months

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Beskar Doll - Ch. 23: Beloved

The Mandalorian wants to do something nice for you. It has unexpected results. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-22 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: the Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut. Total smut. Fluffy fluffy fluffy smut smut smut smut smut. The Helmet Stays On SMUT. There's fucking, OK? They fuck. It took 120k words to get there but they fuck. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 4.6k

“You’re sure Karga doesn’t mind watching the kid this long?” You were frowning, looking at a poncho for a baby at one of the only market stands you hadn’t stopped at yet.

“He’s happy for any excuse to spoil him rotten,” Din sighed, watching you and the people go by around you. “And your rifle won’t be done until morning. There’s no reason to rush.”

“Think this will fit him?” You held up the tiny garment. “He doesn’t have much made to keep him warm…”

Din shrugged before pulling out credits to pay for it, handing them to the woman behind the stand. You smiled, folding up the tiny poncho and adding it to a bag.

“Give me that,” he held his hand out and you glared at him.

“Just because I hurt my shoulder doesn’t mean I’m utterly incapable you know,” you said.

“I never said you were, Doll.”

“Then let me carry the damn bag, Mando.”

He sighed.

“We’re taking everything back to the Crest now, anyway,” he said. “We’ll pick up the kid after.”

You seemed skeptical but you didn’t pry. He was oddly grateful for it. Doing something nice for you was difficult. You seemed bound and determined to make it damn difficult and he couldn’t figure out why for the life of him. He was beginning to think he could spend the rest of his life trying to understand you and wouldn’t be able to unravel you.

Night fell as you walked back toward the ship, stopping at a food stand for you to grab something on a stick that you insisted was delicious that Din could only frown at.

“You need to be more adventurous,” you said, finishing… whatever it was you’d bought. “I’m telling you, food stands? Better than anything you’re going to find in the visiting monarch quarters on Coruscant. Hands down.”

He shook his head.

“I’ll take your word for it, Doll.”

The two of you just dropped off the supplies from town - rations, some bacta, ammunition, the poncho for the kid - and started back to town.

“It’s quiet without the kid,” you said, looking up at the stars.

“Almost forgot what quiet was like,” Din said. You smiled.

“Especially when you’re stuck hauling me around, too,” you teased. You were walking closer to him than usual, your arm brushing his from time to time.

“Quiet’s overrated.”

You considered him for a moment but didn’t say anything. Instead, you looked back up at the stars, the galaxy swirling overhead. When you reached town, you started to go in the direction of Karga’s, but Din made you pause.

“We’ve got one more stop first,” he said. You frowned but stayed close beside him. He led the way to a louder street, the only one left at this hour that was still filled with people. Your brows knitted together, peering around.

“Did we pick up a local job?” You asked, voice low.

“No,” he almost laughed. “Just… come on, Doll.”

He brought you to a cantina, one he’d passed a few times but never stopped into. He’d never had a reason to, until now.

The bar was loud, a band playing on a small stage, lights dim. He didn’t need them, though. Your smile spread slow and broad over your face, none of the artifice that was there when you smiled for someone else. This was for you. Din spotted a small table in a corner and he put his hand on your back, gently guiding you to it. You both sat down, you immediately leaning on the small table top, getting closer to the music, eyes glued to the band.

“Are we here for them?” You asked as the song ended, finally looking to the Mandalorian. He shrugged.

“You said you liked music.”

You somehow managed to smile even wider, turning your attention back to the band. Din felt like he could hardly hear them. He was too busy absorbing everything you did, the way your head ever so slightly bobbed in time, the way your teeth found your lower lip when the strings picked up, the way you sank back into him without looking or thinking, tucking yourself below his arm and resting your head on his chest. His arm slipped around your shoulders, delicately at first, before he curled his fingers around your arm, pulling you against him. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, the colored lights from the cantina casting splotches of blue and purple over your skin.

After a while, he flagged a waitress down and you ordered a cocktail he’d never heard of, whatever it was coming out from the bar with smoke rising over the rim of the glass. You took a sip, eyes closed in pleasure, before you set the drink down and moved closer to him.

“I’ve never done this,” you looked up at him again. “Just… gone to a bar like this. For fun.”

“Me either.”

You smiled.

“We’re quite a pair,” you joked. “Very well adjusted, history of very normal experiences.”

He laughed.

“That’s us.”

Watching you enjoy yourself was something he liked more than he expected - and he’d expected to like it a lot. It was as though the forcefield you put up the rest of the time was down. Your feelings weren’t couched in other things, veiled and manipulated to avoid vulnerability. You were uniquely open, like every thought that crossed your mind was written easily on your face. It was a beautiful thing, watching you feel.

You stayed for hours. Din wasn’t about to ask you to go, you were too happy here. He’d have found a way to move in if it would let you be this happy forever. But the bar started to empty, the music growing slower.

“We should get back,” you said, nearly on his lap. Your legs were draped over his, his arm was wrapped around you, your head against his chest. “Karga is probably ready to kill us for leaving him with the kid this long.”

“He knew we’d be out late,” Din said. “But we should get back.” You nodded against him.

“Let me use the fresher before we start the walk back,” you said, pulling back from him slightly. Your hand went to the side of his helmet, like you’d be holding his cheek if you could touch his face. “Thank you. For this.”

You, mercifully, didn’t wait for a reply. You just unfolded yourself from him and left the table. Din settled the bar tab and waited, watching the bar as more patrons filtered out. He almost didn’t notice you come out of the fresher, only to be stopped by a group of men hovering near the stage.

They stopped you for a moment and you gave them a polite smile and said something before trying to leave when one stopped you, grabbing your arm - making you wince as your injured shoulder pulled - and holding you with the group.

Din almost jumped to his feet, his fists clenched, and he stalked across the bar. The way they’d dragged you back… He couldn’t see your face, but the man’s hand was still on your arm. He was still touching you. Thought he could just touch you.

“Look, gentleman, I’m flattered…” Din could barely make out your diplomat voice over the sound of the music. He gripped your uninjured shoulder and he pulled you back from them, putting his body between their hands and you. The men took a step back, the Mandalorian a few inches taller than even the tallest of them, his armor reflecting the lights from the stage.

“We’re not looking for trouble,” the one who’d touched you began.

“Yeah?” Din asked, stepping closer to him. “Then keep your hands to yourself.”

“Mando,” you hissed from behind him but he ignored you.

“She didn’t have a problem with it…” another one said. Mando rounded on him.

“I do,” he said. He moved closer to the man, towering over him.

“Mando!” You snapped. He glanced down at you. “It’s fine. Let’s go.”

You were begging him with your eyes. He glanced back at the men before putting a hand at your back and following you out.

***

You waited until you were on a quieter street, grinding your teeth the whole way, before you turned to him.

“Want to tell me what the hell that was?” You demanded. He looked down to you for a second before looking straight ahead again.

“They touched you.”

“Did you really think I was incapable of handling that on my own?” You snapped.

“No.”

You gaped at him for a moment.

“Then why did you get involved!”

He shrugged.

“You’re…” you struggled to find the word.

“I’m what, Doll?”

“I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”

The baby was asleep in his pod when you got to Karga’s.

“You kids have fun?” Karga asked, a teasing edge to his voice. You frowned.

“Mostly,” Din replied. “Some of the people here need to learn some manners.”

“It was lovely,” you glared at the Mandalorian before looking back to Karga. “Thanks for keeping an eye on the kid.”

“Sure, sure, he’s welcome any time,” he smiled. “I hope it won’t be three years before I see you again, Essa.”

“Next time, I’ll avoid the blaster,” you smiled back.

The walk back to the Razor Crest was quiet. The silence almost frustrated you more than the incident at the cantina. If he’d just left it alone, it would have been quiet, over in seconds. But apparently, he didn’t trust you to handle it yourself.

“It’s a nice night,” you said when you made it back to the ship. “I think I’m going to look at the stars for a bit.”

You didn’t wait for a response, just going to the ladder and pulling yourself up and climbing up to the top of the ship. It hadn’t been a lie, it was a nice night. Not a cloud in the sky, just cool enough that the air felt crisp on your exposed skin. Everything smelled fresh and clean. You brought your legs into your chest, wrapping your arms around your knees.

There was the telltale sound of metal on metal and you felt the Mandalorian come up behind you, hovering for a moment before sitting down next to you.

“Ever baffle you to think that you’ve been up there?” You asked, nodding up at the stars. “And how different it looks when you are?”

He was quiet for a moment.

“Sometimes.” You were both silent. He felt so close. It was almost hard to focus on anything else he was so close.

“I’m sorry,” he said eventually. “They touched you and I lost my temper.”

“So you didn’t think I needed your help.”

“No,” he shook his head.

You sighed.

“Why?”

“Why what.”

“Why did him touching me make you mad?” You asked, watching him. Your voice was quiet.

“They could have hurt you,” he said. “I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

“What is it that you want, Din?” You almost didn’t want to ask the question, afraid of what the answer would be. Your heart was pounding. “What is it that you want with me?”

The galaxy was reflected on his beskar, the stars running over his body. It was like he contained everything, all creation present in him. He looked in your eyes, leaning in close, one hand finding your face, holding you gently. You closed your eyes, pressing your lips together as you leaned into his touch. You couldn’t help it. It seemed that anything he wanted to give you, you’d latch onto it. To him. Do anything you could to absorb it and hold it close.

“I want to keep you safe,” he said, his voice gentle. “I want to see you. All of you. I want to know you. I want you to know me. I want you to be able to be… soft. I don’t… You weren’t made to be hard, Doll. You’re good at it. You’re strong and you’re capable. You might be the most capable person I’ve ever met. But I’ve seen you with the kid, with Layari, with people who need help, just with the worlds you’re on… you weren’t made to be hard. I want to make it so you don’t have to be.”

“I don’t need…”

“I know you don’t need it,” he cut you off. “You don’t need anyone to do anything for you. But I want to. I want to do things that make you smile and feel and let you be soft. I don’t want you to go through the galaxy alone. I want it to be with me.”

“Din,” you leaned in closer to him. You could feel everything in your body. The thudding of your heart against your ribs, the gentle ache between your thighs, the way the blood moved down your limbs. Everything was heightened because he was there, so close to you, everything the galaxy had reflected in him.

“Doll.”

You moved - slowly, cautiously - until you were on his lap, your legs over his hips. His hands slid around to your waist. Your forehead pressed into the cool metal of his.

“You want me to stay?” You asked quietly, your arms draping over his shoulders. He had to look up at you ever so slightly from this angle, the chin of his helmet tilted up towards you. His hands slipped around to your back, pulling you closer.

“I want you,” he said softly. “Everything with you.”

Your core was pressed against him now and you rocked your hips against him, more on instinct than anything else.

“What do you want, Doll?” He asked. His voice was strained, his breaths heavy.

“You,” you breathed, your voice shaking. “Just you, as much of you as you’re willing to give me.”

“Then I’m yours.”

He pulled you tighter to him, his fingers almost harsh with need against your skin. The force of him pulled your bodies into alignment and you could feel him through your clothes, a soft moan slipping from your lips. You pulled your head from his and looked down at his armor, running your hands over the metal at his chest.

“Can I…”

He nodded, quickly, and you unbuckled his belt. It fell to the ship with a clatter that was almost shockingly loud compared to the quiet you’d enveloped yourselves in. You didn’t care. You moved on to his chest plate, freeing his cloak first and then fumbling with the straps at his shoulders until he helped you remove it, setting it aside. You touched him over the flight suit at first, with just your fingertips before pressing your palms against him, too. His eyes were on you as you explored him like this, until you found the zipper. You held it for a moment, looking at him, waiting for permission. He gave it with a single nod, and you slipped it down his body until the skin of his chest and stomach was exposed to you.

Your eyes met his as you lowered your hand to his chest, your palm over his heart. You could feel it, beating as hard as yours. You looked down to his skin then, exploring him with your eyes and fingers. His skin was soft with a patchwork of scars, souvenirs of his survival as a warrior. You knew the cause of some of them but you wanted to know the story of each one. You wanted to know everything, all of him.

“Can I?” He asked, looking at your shirt. You nodded. He slid his hands around to the front of you, almost reluctantly pulling them away from your body to remove his gloves before he took the hem of your shirt and reverently, slowly, lifted it over you. You fought the urge to cover yourself. You couldn’t see his eyes but you could feel them ranging over you. His breaths picked up, his hands going to your hips before sliding over your bared skin, slowly, to your waist, over your ribs, slipping around to your back to pull your naked chest to his. You gasped and then moaned at the feel of him like this. He was below you and in front of you and behind you. Utterly inescapable and swallowing everything around you.

“Maker, you’re beautiful,” he gasped it, almost like a prayer, as he clutched onto you, pressing his hips up into yours. You rocked your core against him, acutely aware of where fabric still separated your bodies. You weren’t sure that you’d ever felt more exposed or more ready to strip away what little cover you had left.

You worked your hips against him, moving harder and faster, your head dropping to his shoulder. One of his hands slid down your front, brushing over your exposed breasts, before slipping into your pants, gently stroking your clit, making you moan. The move and the growing need inside you made you daring, one of your hands traveling down his naked flesh and into the suit until you found his cock, hard and waiting for you.

Your eyes went a little wide at the feel of it, you couldn’t help it. You’d been with men before, but you were positive he was far bigger than either you’d had in the past. Thick and long, you wrapped your fingers around his head and he groaned, looking down to where you touched him. You slid your hand down his hard length, the size of him forcing your fingers apart as you worked him up and down. He pressed harder against your clit and your breath stuttered in response, freezing your grip on him for a moment while you got your bearings. His hand moved further into your pants before his fingertip circled your entrance. You blushed a little, feeling how wet you were and knowing he felt it too.

“You want me, Cyare,” he said. It wasn’t a question, but you answered it in a gasp anyway.

“Yes.”

“Like I want you.”

He slid his finger into you.

“Yes,” you managed in a strangled groan. Your hand stilled on him for a moment, too overwhelmed to think about anything but the fact that part of him was inside you. He started moving his finger and your hand slid over him again, your fingers finding the wetness at his tip and spreading it over him. Your other hand slid inside the flight suit and around his waist to his back, fingertips sinking into his skin. He groaned.

“What?” You asked, breathless.

“No one’s ever touched me like that,” his voice was shaky. “Feels… incredible.”

He sank another finger into you, making you shudder then freeze, body not able to do anything but focus on him stretching you. He worked his fingers into you until they were as deep as they could reach and he held them there, curving into your inner wall and pressing into the spot that made your eyes roll back and toes curl.

“I need you, Doll,” he was panting with it. “Need to feel you, need to be inside you…”

“Yes,” you nodded against him. “Please, Din…”

“Need you to cum first,” he managed, moving his fingers inside you again. “You’re too tight, don’t want to hurt you… Fuck, please, Doll, cum for me…”

His fingers were moving harder, faster, so much that you were frozen against him, unable to do anything but take what he was giving you. Your body tightened around him and you pressed yourself closer to him, feeling like you might explode if you weren’t somehow closer.

“That’s it, Cyare,” he managed. “Give in to it, cum for me.”

You obeyed, the unbearable tightness inside you snapping as you throbbed around his fingers and gasped his name.

“Good girl,” he breathed as you went slack against him, leaving his fingers deep inside you as your orgasm eased, your whole body trembling with it.

When he slipped his fingers from you, he got his cloak, putting it behind you before putting his hands on your back and rising onto his knees. He gently lay you on the cloak, kneeling between your legs. His hands went to the waist of your pants and he paused, looking at you for permission as you gasped for breath. You could only nod, quickly, and he slid your pants and underwear together down your body, exposing you to him fully. You bit your lip, your heart racing, hands instinctively covering yourself. He ran his hands over your legs until they met between your thighs, his thumbs gently running over your sensitive, wet slit.

“Don’t do that,” he said softly.

“Do what?” You were still panting for breath, not yet recovered from your first orgasm.

“Look insecure,” he said. “Like you’re not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He freed himself from his flight suit with one of his hands, covering his cock with your wetness. Your breath hitched at the sight of him, on his knees in front of you, one hand on his hard length and the other against your entrance.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” his voice was thick with want. You nodded. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

Din lined himself up with your entrance, notching himself against you before leaning over you so your chest was against his, one of his hands cradling your head. You could feel his eyes on yours through the helmet and the thrumming, desperate need in you grew. You took a shaky breath, gave him a nod and he slowly, softly, began to sink into you.

You groaned at the feel of it, the painfully pleasant stretch of him opening you inch by inch. It would have been overwhelming under any circumstance, the size of him alone reaching places in you you were certain no one else had ever touched as he pressed into you. But because it was him, his body inside and on top of yours, it was like something inside you broke open. Your heart ached with it. You needed to have him as close as possible - at least this close - as much as you could or you feared you’d go mad. You needed to be this full of him, have as much of him as your body could take.

Consciously, you knew it couldn’t have been long before he was fully inside you, his hips flush with yours, his forehead pressed against your own, both of you panting for breath, but it felt like it had been an eternity. Your hand went to the side of his helmet, holding him so you could look in his eyes and feel him there, too.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked. You could feel the head of him against your back wall, your core stretched to what felt like its limit around him.

“No,” you breathed. “Fuck, Din…”

He pulled back from you slowly, until only half of him remained, his eyes locked on yours before he thrust into you again. Your breaths picked up and he did it again, a little faster this time, a little harder.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groaned, pressing harder into you this time instead of pulling further back, working his hips and cock down into you instead. You moaned, keening below him, arching your back into him. “It’s like you were made for me, never felt anything…”

He pressed harder into you and put one hand between your bodies to your clit, making you groan as your body tightened again. You worked your hips against his, your hands sliding into the flight suit to his back to hold him closer. He was inside you, making you so stretched and full and yet you couldn’t get enough of him. You needed him in your skin, your blood, needed him in a way you’d never needed anything else.

“I need to feel you cum when I’m inside you,” one of his hands moved to your leg, pulling it tightly to his side, his fingers roaming over your flesh. “Tell me what you need, Doll. Tell me anything, I’ll give you anything…”

“Harder,” you managed, panting for breath. “You won’t hurt me, I trust you…”

He seemed happy to oblige, all but pinning you to the ship with the force of his body against yours, his hips nearly knocking the air out of you with each long, deep stroke. One of his hands came to your face again, holding your head still as his forehead met yours again, his fingers tangling in your hair as he clung to you. Your body grew tighter, more tense, a spring coiled to its breaking point.

“Din,” you gasped. “I’m going to…”

You came with a strangled cry, your back arching, and you felt him press into you and go still, his cock throbbing deep inside. His head dropped to your chest with a moan as he panted for breath and you went slack beneath him.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before he slowly separated from you, sliding himself from your drained body and all but collapsing beside you. The air was cool on your naked skin but you didn’t care. You wouldn’t have moved from your place beside him for all the warmth in the galaxy.

He was still panting for breath beside you when he rolled onto his side, a hand sliding slowly over your chest, cupping each breast, his thumb gently running over your nipples, before sliding down your body to your overwrought slit. His finger slowly circled your still sensitive clit.

“Din,” you whimpered.

“Remember how I said we needed to make up for lost time?” He said softly. You nodded weakly. “I owe you three years worth of orgasms, Doll, and I know you can give me one more.”

He pressed a little firmer on your clit and you groaned, reaching for his cock, but he stopped you.

“This isn’t about me,” he said, putting your hand on your chest. “This is about you. Understand?” You nodded. “Good girl.”

His fingers slipped lower and two slid inside your pleasantly sore center, working you slowly and gently as your third orgasm slowly built. It was soft, delicate, Din working your body as though he were an expert musician and you were his instrument of choice.

“That’s it, Cyare,” he breathed. “You’re so close, I can feel it. Just give in to it. I’ve got you, it’s OK. You’re doing so well, just let go…”

You groaned, body all but giving out as you came again, the pulsing in you weak and languid as your limbs went loose and numb.

“That’s my girl,” he said gently, his fingers still inside you. He waited to slide them out of you until you turned onto your side, reaching for him. He pulled your body against his own, reaching over you to pull the cloak up and over your naked frame. You’d almost forgotten that it was chilly in the night air until he did. Your arm went over him, sliding into the flight suit to go around his waist and your fingers could be against his skin. You held each other like that for a while, sleep threatening to take you under before you were ready to give in to it.

“Did you mean what you said before?” You managed, your eyes closed, unable to keep them open anymore. “That you wanted me with you?”

“More than anything, Cyare.”

You smiled a little at that. His metal forehead touched yours.

“What does that mean?” You managed, worried the words were coming out as mush you were so exhausted. “You keep calling me that but I don’t know what it means…”

“Cyare?” He asked.

“Mmm.”

“Beloved,” he said softly, his finger stroking your cheek. “It means beloved.”

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goldeneyedgirl · 7 months

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AILess Whumptober Day 2: Insomnia

sweet dreams (day 2: insomnia).

twilight, alice/jasper, pg, human/vampire au, post-new moon. no warnings.

I don't think this is my finest work, but you know what, we're here for the vibes.

After the Cullens leave, I feel like… like some part of me is missing. Like I’ve been hollowed out but I’m still forced to walk around. I physically ache. All I want to do is sleep, except when I am finally, finally allowed to crawl into my bed.

That’s when it’s utterly impossible.

Aunt Lorraine says it’s my ribs, my shoulder. It’s been three months, they shouldn’t still be keeping me awake. I know that, but Lorraine insists it’s nothing else.

She gives me a bottle of essential oil and another crystal. More of her hippie nonsense; my dresser is cluttered with the other rocks she’s given me to solve my problems. I had to hide my aspirin in the pocket of my winter coat and my inhaler in my school bag because I know she’d throw them away if she knew about I still had them. Colloidal silver, oils, and stones are the only things she’ll allow, and I cannot stand it. After two months of having every oil and potion and leaf pushed on me instead of the painkillers the doctor prescribed, my tolerance is stretched to the limit.

“Some lavender to help you sleep, and some blood-stone for under your pillow,” she says, as she walks around the basement, straightening my things. “That one is a classic jasper…”

I nearly throw the stone against the wall when she says that, as if she’s intentionally hurt me, but she keeps prattling about the healing power of the newest oil and rock she’s given me and I know she hasn’t realized what she’s said.

The rock feels cold in my hand.

She doesn’t stay long, she never does; the cushions on the couch are fluffed, my schoolwork has been pointedly stuffed into the bookcase, and my laundry hamper is full. That is the extent of the mothering I get in this house; Uncle Rod’s always working - when he is on furlough, he’s good to me. He cares; he reminds me that he wanted me here every single time.

But Lorraine is distant and it’s clear that she’s drawing the boundaries between my cousin and me. And it’s fine, Willa’s so little, Lorraine wants to focus on her. She’s her daughter, I’m just her niece by marriage. She probably hadn’t wanted some troubled teenage girl she’d never met moving into her basement.

It’s fine.

But I wish…

“Sleep well,” Lorraine finally says as she leaves, pointedly not closing the door behind her, and I listen to her climb the basement stairs. I wish… I wish I had someone to kiss the top of my head, tuck me in, and maybe hug me when I cry.

I haven’t had a mom hug in so long. I could really use one.

I wait until I hear Lorraine close the door at the top of the stairs before I get up, and go into the laundry room to brush my teeth, and firmly shut my bedroom door behind me. I check my phone on the charger, ignoring the spam messages that pop up. Every freakin’ night, the stupid texts promising me credit cards and car loans, the phone calls that are silent just long enough for me to hope, only for the automated message to click in. If I didn’t know better, I’d think someone had signed me up to all of it as a punishment.

The oil and stone are still on my nightstand when I get back, practically mocking me. I ignore it as I climb back into my bed; the book we’re assigned for English rests under my pillow. It’s optimistic to think I’ll open it tonight. I’m already weeks behind.

I lie still and wait for something. Sleep, preferably. But it doesn’t come.

Mostly I think about what I had. What I lost. I want to travel back in time and shake myself. Those broken ribs don’t hurt as much as what comes next, you stupid girl. Beg him, scream and cry and throw a real tantrum to make sure that he doesn’t dare leave you behind.

Breathe deep so you remember his scent, of rain and leather and ashes scattered to the wind. The way you could curl against him, your cheek against his chest, and that perfect stillness that was so wrong and yet so calming; the way he would slide his hand under your shirt and over the skin and bone of your hip in a way that wasn’t sensual or lascivious, just comforting and so perfectly intimate.

And remember all of it properly. That proper, perfect feeling of a maybe family. The way Esme asks you to bring over the photo album so she can see you as a baby, a child, and makes you tell her about every single photograph, side by side on the couch, her fingers tracing over each snapshot of your face. The way Carlisle listens to you so intensely, like what you’re saying is so important, and then really thinks about what he says in response. The way Emmett made you leave an inhaler in his truck, just in case - and always offered to go through the drive-thru when you were in the car. Rosalie never smiling at you, never ever being slightly welcoming, but being the one that always checked if you needed a ride home after school.

And Bella’s wry little smiles, a beat-up book in her lap, and her hair around her face as you tried to explain something to her - a fashion trend, pop culture, some grand plan in the nebulous future. The way Edward would always move over just a little so you could sit down at the piano with him, the music propped up on the stand arranged for you if you wanted to sing the tune along with him; never needing to tell him that it was a comforting reminder of doing the same thing with your mom before she got sick.

Then remind yourself it was far too perfect to have lasted any longer.

Feeble moonlight spills in from the narrow windows where the wall meets the ceiling - the joys of living in a basement. I sink deeper into my bed, and I look over at my nightstand where the blood-stone sits. If I could smash it, I would.

My phone buzzes absently. Looking to refinance? Call (206) 342-8631.

“I nearly had a mom and dad who could love me,” I whispered at it. “I nearly had a family forever. And someone who loved me no matter what.”

The tears are hot as they roll down my face. “Why couldn’t you stay? I… It was an accident, we could have fixed it.”

Nothing. It was just a rock, after all. The sleepless nights had caught up with me if I was talking to bedroom decor.

Rolling over to face the wall where my photo-wall had been, I squeeze my eyes shut and just plead with my brain to give me rest. More than the scant, soupy hour or two I got before dawn.

It refuses.

My chest hurts.

My phone buzzes again. Nickel off expired baby food today only!

I’d turn the stupid thing off, but I’d promised my sister that it didn’t matter what time of the day or night it was, if she called I would answer. There wasn’t much I else could do for her nearly three thousand miles away, but I could do that.

I didn’t feel this lonely in Mississippi. Not when mom died, not when dad remarried, not when I was at the hospital. I never thought of myself as being hopeful, but now… now I feel like there’s nothing. Just a void of days I have to fill. I can’t imagine feeling human enough to exist in the world as a functioning adult. I’m hanging on by my fingertips now, and it feels like it gets worse every single day.

It was so stupid. It was an accident. I think Dad or the hospital have hurt me worse.

My phone buzzes. Cheap Designer Gear!!! 1 Day Only!!

I glared over at my clock, as if it was the reason I was still awake, and not the hopelessness that had taken residence up in my bones. That my mind was traitorously replaying every chuckle, every quiet conversation, every gentle kiss. I wanted Jasper here with me now, tucked up beside me with a heavy book that would bore me to tears, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back to help me sleep. And when I’d wake up, he’d be gone but there would be a little note folded on my pillow. I love you, I’ll see you at school. I had dozens of them in the shoe box I’d banished my photographs to. Thirty two nights, thirty two little notes in his beautiful handwriting, all with the same first line.

I love you.

My eyes slide shut and maybe just for a moment I can float; that in-between sleep that solves nothing but at least makes the time pass. I am warm, the pain is tolerable, and right now I can almost remember how it feels to have Jasper’s hand on my back soothing me to sleep as he reads…

Buzz.

And the illusion was gone. Rolling over to an empty bed and grabbing my phone, knocking half the items piled on my nightstand everywhere, I felt like I was probably going to smash it if it was another ad.

A call from a number I didn’t recognize; Cynthia was always losing her phone, but I was more horrified that she was calling me after three a.m; she was twelve, she needed to be in bed asleep or watching Youtube or something. Not calling me for help.

“Hello?” I croak, weeks of no sleep and hopelessness coming through in that one word. I sounded about eighty. “Cece?”

Silence. I waited for the automated message to click in for a few seconds, but nothing.

“Cece?” I asked again, suddenly close to tears. “Please, just say something.”

“Alice?”

I was suddenly more awake than I had been in months, sitting up straight. Jasper, my Jasper.

He sounded terrible, desperate and broken and lost. A small part of me was relieved he was suffering as much as I was. A larger part was terrified because he was the one that took care of me, protected me; I didn’t know how to fix his problems.

But the largest part of me was just desperate for him not to hang up the phone.

“Jasper?” I sounded like a child when I said his name, and I heard his breath hitch.

“I’m here.”

I had a million questions for him. Where are you? Why are you calling? What’s wrong? Where’s your family? Why did you go?

None of them came out. Instead, I just started sobbing and was faintly aware of myself begging, pleading, with him to come home. Promising him that I’d do anything, anything if he’d just come back to Forks.

I don’t know how long I cried and begged but when I eventually ran out of tears, Jasper was still there, trying to calm me down.

“It hurts too much,” I sniffled down the phone. “I need you to come home, please.”

Silence. I could hear the sound of traffic; a payphone somewhere. This connection to him was tenuous, momentary, and the rising panic was making me feel sick.

“Alice,” his voice just made everything feel better, softer, and I would have given anything to have him beside me. “Alice, take a breath, you’re going to have an asthma attack or make yourself sick.” His voice had lost that desolate quality, had taken on that warmth that I remembered so well.

“Please come home,” I whispered. “I promise I’ll do whatever you want, I just need you here.” I could hear the wheeze in my voice, and Jasper probably could too. But I couldn’t bring myself to get up for my inhaler; it felt like if I moved, he’d be gone forever.

Silence. I could feel the tears building again.

“I’m coming,” he finally says, his voice cracking. I let out a sob. “I’ll be there soon, I promise. You need to rest, Alice. Why are you awake?”

“Can’t sleep,” I said, blotting my face with a tissue. “I just… can’t. I’m so tired Jasper, I need you to come home.”

“I’m coming home now, I promise.” My body is relaxing. “You need to sleep, Alice. Just close your eyes and I’ll wait for you to fall asleep, okay?”

“Do the others know you called me?” I said, curling into my pillow. I still had the letter they’d left me with, written by Rosalie, cold and impersonal. They had to go, they had to leave because they were a danger to me. That they would leave me to live out my life in peace and wished me the best. It was the kind of very polite missive that cut right through me and made me feel very small and insignificant.

“Don’t worry about the others,” Jasper said soothingly. “They’re fine. Everyone misses you. I miss you.”

“You do?” I sounded pitiful.

“So very much.” His voice cracks and I can hear the pain, the longing. “I’m so sorry Alice.”

“I’ll forgive you as soon as you get here,” I yawn. “In person, I promise. How far away are you?”

“It’s going to take me a couple of days, but I’ll leave as soon as you go to sleep.”

“Tell me,” I began, sleep prickling at me. “What you’ve been doing.”

His voice was warm and melodic and I couldn’t distinguish a single word of it as my mind grew fuzzier, aware of nothing but Jasper’s voice and the warmth of my phone screen.

Home, home, he was coming home. And we’d never, ever be parted again. I refused, I couldn’t. He was home…

Love you, love you. The words drip in my mind, the last conscious thought I had.

If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.

I blinked sleepily as my phone alarm went off for school, balanced on the edge of my nightstand. I had fallen asleep in an odd little cocoon of pillows and blankets but it was the deepest sleep I’d had in weeks.

I had only the vaguest memory of my dreams, of Jasper’s voice and comfort, tears of desperation and then of relief. I had felt safe, hopeful again. Whatever it had been, I felt clearer than I had in a long time.

And as I climbed out of bed, I saw the blood-stone, where it had fallen next to my pillow. Instead of tossing it amongst the others, I left it where it fell.

Maybe it would give me another nice dream tonight.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptober prompt 2: overworked/insomnia/exhaustion #alice cullen #jasper hale #jalice #twilight fan fiction #human/vampire au #a lil chaotic #a rambly little fic today #i am fascinated by how many of these i'll get done honestly #my fic: whumptober2023 #my fic: one-shots #oh i really hope i have time for tomorrow's #that could be a wee bit fun

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ckyunmoon · 2 years

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Bossy

gif credits: @wo0dz

Summary: You're at a bar, drunk and alone and the brightest idea you come up with is texting your boss telling him he's attractive. Everything is absolutely normal.

Pairing: IM Changkyun x Reader

Warnings: Smut. MINORS DNI.

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: I swear to God the beginning is not too good but I'm actually very proud of the smutty part. It's my first time writing explicit sex and I'm happy with the result, so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as me.

I didn't proof-read it and English is not my first language so sorry if there's any mistake!

Also posted on ao3.

It’s Friday night and you’ve already lost count of how many drinks you’ve had. You came to the bar with some friends, but some of them went home and the ones that stayed here were doing their thing with someone else. Now you’re all alone, bored, drunk and not wanting to go home yet.

You make a decision that not one single person on earth would make if they were sober: text your boss. You had been working at a laboratory for seven years, three of which Changkyun had been your boss. Your previous boss was his dad, who had retired and left the company to him. Changkyun was always a quiet person around you, but you couldn’t help feeling attracted to his mysterious self, because apparently he only behaves like this around you, and that makes you feel uneasy for some reason.

Your drunk self thinks it’s a good move to text him at almost four in the morning flirting with him, thinking he’s going to be asleep and won’t see it until the morning when he wakes up. You take your phone out of your purse and start looking for his contact as fast as your drunkenness allows you to. When you find it you open the chat and start typing.

‘Helloooo Mr. Changkyunn, how you doin’?’ You press send before you can even think of the consequences this might have. You keep on sending messages, completely sure that he’s not going to read them now.

‘I’m bored, my friends left me alone at the bar and I have no one to talk to.’ Send.

‘Why are you so cold with me at work? Did I do something wrong?’ Send.

‘I actually find it very attractive to be honest. The mysterious boy vibes, cool… I like it.’ Send.

You let out a small giggle as a result of the idiotic messages that you don’t seem to completely realize you’re sending, and the alcohol, that too. You lock your phone and put it down before ordering another drink to the closest bartender; you realize it’s not going to be much fun if you’re the only one texting, so you give up on that. While you wait for your drink your phone’s screen turns on and you see that you have a new notification. You can feel that you’re getting as pale as a marshmallow. You close your eyes and open them again, with the hope that it was just your imagination, but it isn’t. He had replied, and it had taken him less than a minute to do so.

‘Huh? Are you drunk?’ He replies. ‘Are you alone?’

You keep staring at the screen, too afraid to open the conversation and reply to him. Why was he so interested in you being alone and drunk? He had never cared about you, so why now?

‘First of all, I’m not drunk, I’m tipsy. And second of all, I’m not alone, there is this cute bartender keeping me company.’ You don’t know where or when you got the guts to talk to him like that, he’s literally your boss, but right now it doesn’t matter.

He texts back only a couple of seconds later. ‘Where are you? Send me the address. I’ll have someone take you home.’

‘Sir, I don’t need anyone to take me home, I’m fine.’

‘Then why exactly are you texting me at four in the morning telling me your friends left you alone and that you find my, and I quote, vibes attractive?’

‘I thought it would be fun to have your attention for a minute.’ Where is this honesty coming from?

‘You have my attention all the time, it’s not my problem you don’t notice.’ You scoff and roll your eyes. He doesn’t even look your way at work and he has the guts to say he always pays attention to me. As you don’t reply he insists once again. ‘Tell me where you are.’

‘I don’t want anyone to come and take me home.’

‘What if I go myself to get you?’ You stop for a second, thinking of the possibilities you have. ‘Answer me.’ He keeps demanding.

‘You’re being too bossy.’ You reply, trying to avoid his question.

‘And what about it? Answer me, you’re really testing my patience right now.’

You give up, knowing that he’s not going to drop the matter now. ‘Fine. I’m at the Secret Saloon.’ He reads the message but doesn’t reply, and after a few minutes of staring at your screen and not having an answer you just continue drinking and talking to the bartender when he’s not serving someone else. He’s making you laugh and keeps complimenting you, and for a moment you forget that Changkyun is probably on his way to pick you up, and certainly in a bad mood after you ruined his night with your stupidity.

About half an hour of chatting with the bartender, he suddenly stops talking and frowns, looking behind you. Before you can ask him what’s wrong you feel an arm around your waist. ‘Hey.’ You look up next to you to find Changkyun looking at you with a half smile and all dressed up. He’s wearing glasses and some of his long black hair is styled in a small bun. ‘Hi… You look… good.’ You manage to say.

He offers you a bigger smile now and asks. ‘Shall we go?’ You nod and start searching for money inside your purse, that is now a mess of bills, lipsticks, sunglasses and keys.

‘Yeah, let me just pay the bill and- what are you doing?’ You say.

Changkyun takes out of his pocket a couple of bills and gives them to the bartender. ‘Keep the change, for keeping an eye on her.’ He gulps and nods at him, taking the money. You’re about to protest but Changkyun brings you closer to him and whispers to you. ‘Let’s go home.’

You get up from your seat and almost lose your balance, but he holds you tighter and closer to him, and all you can do is follow him outside, trying to keep your face hidden because you started turning red. He guides you outside towards his car, placing his hand on your back gently. Once you reach the car he opens the door for you and waits patiently until you get inside. Then he gets inside the car and fastens his seatbelt. He starts the car and while looking through the rearview he says ‘There’s water next to your seat, if you want some to sober up.’

You grab the bottle and take a good sip from it. ‘Thank you. And sorry for being so inconvenient, I’m sure you were busy… or something.’

‘It’s okay.’ He says, not taking his eyes off of the road. You let out a small sigh and look out the window. ‘Do you mind if we go to my place? It’s way closer and I’m kind of tired.’ He asks.

‘Yeah… I- I guess it’s fine, I can crash on the couch or something.’ You say.

‘Did you really mean what you said in those messages?’ He asks. You look at him, he has one hand on the wheel and the other arm is resting on the window. And he looks gorgeous. You keep staring at him, not even realizing you’re doing it until he looks back at you for one second before returning his gaze to the road. ‘And?’

‘Which… which one of them? I don’t remember what I said, to be honest.’

He smiles softly and gestures with his free hand. ‘You know, the finding me attractive thing.’

You gasp loudly and cover your face. ‘Oh God. I’m so sorry.’

‘Why? Would it be so bad for you to find me attractive?’ You uncover your face and look at him, and he has a serious expression on his face, one you’ve never seen before, not even at work when something was harder than expected or during meetings.

‘No, that’s not what I meant.’ He stares at you for a second and then rests his head on his seat while he continues driving, not saying a word. ‘I’m being serious, I didn’t mean it like that. But you’re my boss, it wouldn’t be good for any of us, especially me.’

He hums, still with that serious look on his face. ‘So you did mean it.’

‘Why are you so interested anyways? It’s not like you like me at all or anything. In fact, I think that you hate me for some reason.’ Now that was the alcohol speaking for you, again.

He chuckles and nods. ‘Everyone likes being liked, I guess. And don’t assume my feelings for you, it’s unnerving. I wouldn’t have picked you up at 4am if I hated you, as you say.’ He parks the car in front of a house and turns off the engine, but doesn’t get out of the car. You look down at your lap, too ashamed to look at him in the face.

‘Sorry, I’ve really been fucking up all night I guess.’ You manage to look at him and he winks at you and smiles before getting out of the car. You stay inside for a couple of seconds, processing everything that’s happened up until now. You take a big breath, a sip of water and try to relax before getting out of the car and following him to the front door.

Changkyun has his back against the wall and his arms crossed in front of his chest. He’s looking at you like he’s having fun. ‘You know, you don’t have to be so tense. I don’t bite.’ He moves towards the front door to unlock it, and the murmurs. ‘Unless you’re into that kind of stuff.’

You stop on your tracks and look at him with wide eyes. He’s now inside his home and is waiting for you to come in so he can close the door. ‘You can come in, you know?’ He says with a smirk on his face. You just look at him while walking inside the house. He closes the door behind you and locks it. The first thing you notice is the smell of roses in the air, and then the cleanliness. Every single piece of furniture seems to have its own spot and fits perfectly with the rest of the decorations.

You don’t even notice he left the room until he comes back with a shirt and some sweatpants. ‘You can wear these to sleep, I assume wearing a dress while sleeping is not the most comfortable thing in the world.’ He says and extends his arms towards you to give you the clothes.

‘Thanks.’ You say, still unable to look at him in the eyes.

‘You can sleep on my bed. It’s the first door on the left, and it has its own bathroom.’ You look up and meet his eyes.

‘I said I’d sleep on the couch, I don’t want to cause more trouble than I already have.’

‘Well, my house my rules, so you sleep on my bed. Don’t even worry about it.’ He says.

‘Fine.’ You say and go into the bathroom to change your clothes. When you come out Changkyun is in front of his closet wearing only sweatpants. ‘Fuck, sorry.’ You turn around to look in a different direction, anywhere but his abs. He chuckles. ‘It’s fine.’ You turn back around and start walking to his bed, which is huge and looks comfortable as fuck.

‘You know, I don’t really mind if you sleep here with me.’ He looks at you with one brow arched and a smirk.

‘It’s because you’ve just seen me without a shirt on, isn’t it?’ You open your mouth to say something but nothing even comes to mind because all the blood in your body is now on your face making you blush like crazy. ‘You look cute when you blush, ya know?’ He says like it’s nothing.

‘Shut up! You know what? Go sleep on the couch, I retire what I said.’ You frown.

‘Too late now, sorry.’ He says, getting to his side of the bed and moving the sheets. He sits down and extends his legs on the mattress. You sigh and do the same thing. You wrap yourself with the sheets and lie on yourself, turning your back to him, too ashamed to look at him. You don’t even comprehend how you got into this situation and why he’s acting like that. ‘Goodnight.’ You say.

He scoffs and you can feel him getting comfortable and ready to sleep. You notice you are on the edge of the bed because you tried to get into bed looking as dignified as possible but you soon realize that you had drunk text your boss and that your dignity was nowhere to be found now, so you scoop closer to the center of the bed and unwillingly brush your body against his.

You hear him take a deep breath and you shrink. ‘Sorry.’ You say. You feel him moving next to you and then he starts carefully moving the hair that’s between your neck and your shoulder, placing it on your back.

‘Stop saying sorry for everything you do, it’s making it harder for me to control myself.’ He whispers close to your ear, and you can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck. You turn back to face him, but he’s much closer than you expected, and your lips are almost touching. He’s lying on his side, facing you. You look at his lips and then into his eyes. ‘Sorry.’

He brushes his tongue along his lips and says ‘What did I just tell you about saying sorry?’ You open your mouth to answer, but he closes the space between you two and kisses you. At first you don’t even return the kiss, too surprised to process what is happening, but then you give in, and kiss him back. He then moves his hand to your neck, and kisses you harder, pulling you closer to him. You let out a soft moan and he takes the chance to slip his tongue against yours, biting your lower lip in the process. You follow his rhythm and enjoy every second of the kiss. Then he pulls back, breaking the kiss and breathing heavily. You look at him and move your fingers to your lips, which are now swollen due to the kiss.

‘I’m…’ You start saying.

‘Don’t you dare saying you’re sorry or I swear to God.’ He says with a smirk.

‘No. I- Did you just kiss me?’ His smile disappears and he raises an eyebrow.

‘Wow, you really are still drunk.’ He says, and then he lies on his back, creating some space between you two and avoiding looking at you. You sit up and move his chin to force him to look at you again.

‘I’m not drunk anymore. I just don’t understand why you would kiss me.’ He sighs.

‘Look, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a really long time, so shut up already and let me make up for the time I’ve lost thinking about it but not having the nerve to do it.’ Once again, he closes the gap between you two before you can say anything. This time he kisses you slowly, and you let him do as he wants, because you’ve wanted to do the same for some time now. You open your mouth, inviting him to enter, and he doesn’t waste any time and slides his tongue inside your mouth, playing with yours. You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the smell of roses he gives off. Trying to bring him closer to you, you push him softly against the mattress and sit on top of him, placing your hands on the sides of his face, while he brushes his fingers on your back and deepens the kiss.

He sits up, not breaking the kiss and with you still sitting on his lap. He moves his hands under your (his) shirt and runs his hands on your back, trying to pull you closer once again, while you run your fingers through his dark long hair. You let out a soft moan and he smiles into the kiss. He breaks the kiss and starts leaving a trail of kisses all along your neck, making you let out a long breath. Your heart is racing and you’re starting to want more, and from the bulge you’re starting to feel getting bigger underneath your legs, you’d say he wants the same.

Suddenly, he breaks the kiss and looks at you. You’re on your knees, sitting on top of him and out of breath. ‘What? What is it? Do I have something on my face or something?’ He shakes his head and looks down. ‘What is it?’

He looks back at you and says. ‘Are you sure you want to do this? Not long ago you were not so sure.’ He looks really worried, he wants to make sure you want this as much as he does. You place your hands on his abs and bend down lightly before pressing kisses on his collarbone. When you feel him relaxing a bit you slowly start grinding against his sweatpants. He lets out a small moan and you go back to his lips, tasting him, running your fingers through his hair. He pulls away and starts taking off your shirt, and you raise your arms to help him. He tosses the shirt somewhere across the room and grabs your neck, bringing you closer to him and kissing your chest. ‘Lie on your back, now.’ He demands, and you quickly obey.

He gets on top of you and runs his tongue throughout your neck, then your chest and then your stomach, while you move your fingers through his hair. He stops right above the edge of the sweatpants and looks at you from there. He kisses the zone and goes back up to your lips. He moves his hands to your breasts and gently starts stroking them, moving towards the strap of your bra. He stops and looks at you, asking for permission with his eyes. You nod and smile in response, and he doesn’t waste a second before taking it off. Once again, he kisses your neck and continues going down, this time stopping to suck on one of your nipples, while caressing the other one. You start feeling hot and your heart is racing, you don’t think you can wait anymore. ‘Please.’ You beg. ‘Please, Changkyun.’

He has a satisfied look on his face, almost as if he was waiting for you to beg him. ‘I can’t hear you, baby. You need to speak louder so I can listen.’

‘I said please. I need you. Please.’ You’re panting, and he seems to be having fun.

‘If you ask so nicely…’ He says, before he starts removing the rest of your clothes. He throws them again somewhere. ‘Spread your legs for me, baby.’ He says, and starts running his fingers in circular motions, touching your clit. ‘So wet for me already?’ You let out a loud moan, before covering your mouth for being too loud. ‘Don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear you.’ Before you can protest he goes down on you again, this time using his tongue. You let out all the curses you can think of and grab his hair to pull him closer to your center.

‘Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!’ You cry, as he inserts one digit inside you while he’s still eating you out. ‘Please, I need more. Please.’ He pulls away and wipes his lips with one finger.

‘Open your mouth for me, darling.’ He says, and you open your mouth to let him introduce the finger he just used to wipe his lips inside your mouth and run your tongue around it. ‘Such an obedient girl…’ He says. Then he removes the clothes he’s still wearing and goes back to your neck, placing one kiss after another. ‘Mine.’ He kisses your neck right behind your ear. ‘Mine.’ Kiss on your jaw. ‘Mine.’ Kiss on your neck. ‘Mine.’ Kiss on your collarbone. He gets in position right on top of you and while he’s kissing you, he slides himself slowly inside of you. You curse, you moan and gasp. He stops moving and looks at you.

‘Are you okay?’ He asks. You nod while closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. ‘I just need a minute to adjust.’ You say. He says nothing and goes back to kissing you deeply, tongues slipping and biting your lower lip. You let out a breath and whisper. ‘Okay. You can go.’ He takes it slowly, going in and out in slow movements, but speeding up as time goes by. You moan and cover your mouth again, but this time Changkyun grabs both your wrists and puts them on the pillow, above your head. ‘I said. Let. Me. Hear. You.’ He then starts thrusting you a bit faster, deeper. And you can’t hold your moans anymore.

‘Harder, please, Changkyun, please. I’m close.’ He increases the speed and your moans keep getting louder and louder. He is groaning loudly, still holding your wrists. ‘What do you need, baby? Talk to me.’

‘I need more. Please.’ You wrap your legs around his waist to help him go deeper in you, and he moans softly against your skin. ‘Fuck.’ He lets out. ‘Please, I’m close, Changkyun.’ He takes a deep breath and thrusts you harder. As you can feel yourself getting closer he starts kissing your jaw and your neck, moaning softly against your ear. You scratch his back as you cum for him, moaning loudly and calling his name. He follows you and he cums inside you while running his lips softly against your skin. You both stay there for a couple of seconds, panting and sweating. He slides out and lies on his back next to you, finally letting go of your wrists, both of your hearts racing. You turn on your side and look at him. His hair is all wet due to the sweating and his chest is rapidly going up and down while he breathes through his mouth. He swallows and opens his mouth again to take a breath once more.

When you’ve both recovered your breath he turns to look at you. He smiles and brings you closer to him, you hide your face on his chest and he places a kiss on your head. Before any of you can even say a word you both fall asleep, holding each other in your arms and breathing peacefully.

⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹

When you wake up the next morning you shift in your place, you can feel your head spinning before opening your eyes. You’re lying on your side and you feel the skin from Changkyun’s chest against your back. His arms are wrapped around you and he’s moving his chest slowly, relaxed and you figure that he’s still sleeping. You try to move so you can be face to face to him, but when you try to, he tightens his grip and groans, burying his face on your hair.

‘Stay with me like this.’ He says, with his raspy morning voice, one you’d never heard before but that you loved now. ‘I just wanted to be face to face with you.’ You say, murmuring.

‘No.’ He says, not moving his head from your hair. You smile and hold one of his hands, bringing it closer to your mouth to plant a kiss on it. He moves his arms across your chest and places it on your shoulder, bringing you even closer to him. You breathe in, taking in his sweet smell. ‘I like your smell.’ You whisper.

‘I like you.’ He replies. Your whole body tenses, and he stops holding you so tightly and moves back his head to look at you. You move your head in his direction.

‘Wait, you like me?’ You ask genuinely. He looks back at you with disbelief.

‘You really think I fuck anyone, no matter if I like them or not?’ He says. You can tell he’s not angry at you, just disappointed. You start blushing and turn around so your body is facing him. ‘I mean, I can demonstrate to you again that I like you, maybe that’ll convince you?’ He smirks and you blush even more.

You let out a nervous laugh. ‘You’re such an idiot.’ Suddenly he gently takes your chin and pulls you closer, connecting his lips with yours, running his tongue through your lips, asking for more, and you give it to him and open your mouth, deepening the kiss. You take your hand to his jaw, caressing his skin while kissing. Soon, things start getting heated and you end up touching, scratching and biting each other’s body.

He moves one hand to your ass, grabbing and slapping. Moving his lips to kiss your chin, then your jaw and neck. You start letting out soft moans and he grabs your ass harder. You move your hand to his stomach, scratching him while enjoying the kisses he’s leaving on your neck and chest. You take his wrist and move it to your core, asking for more without using words. ‘You know? You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are by me.’ He says, smiling cockily.

‘I’m not even trying to hide it, asshole.’ You say before kissing him again. He moves his hand towards your knee, making you spread your legs for him and inserting his fingers inside you. You let out a loud moan.

‘I love hearing you moaning for me, baby.’ He starts moving his fingers faster, deeper. And your legs start shaking from pleasure.

‘Look at you, I just started and you’re already shaking.’ You moan, unable to articulate any other type of answer, and he continues sliding his fingers inside you.

At some point he goes down on you, using his tongue to give you more pleasure. You move your hands to his hair, pulling it and bringing his mouth close to your clit. He goes on for a couple of minutes, enjoying every second of it and every moan and curse that comes out of your mouth.

‘Please. Don’t stop. I’m close.’ You say in between heavy breaths. And he obeys, making you cum loudly while you trap his face between your legs. ‘Fuck.’ You say when you look at him, his lips wet from eating you out. He licks his lips and moves closer to you, kissing you, both of your tongues pressing each other’s. You break the kiss, panting and look at him.

‘I- I want to please you too.’ You say, a little shy. He kisses you harshly, intertwining your fingers with his and pressing you down the mattress. He bites your lower lip a little too roughly and you let out a small complaint. You use your free hand to wrap his cock around your fingers and start moving your wrist up and down slowly, to which he responds with a moan against your lips, resting his forehead on yours and breathing heavily. You take it as a sign to keep going and increase the speed of your wrist. He throws his head back, moaning louder and louder. Suddenly he stops you, grabbing your wrist.

‘Get on your knees. Now.’ He orders. You smile.

‘I thought you’d never ask.’ You say, getting out of the bed and getting on your knees, looking up to him. He sits in front of you.

‘Open your mouth for me, baby.’ He says, and you obey quickly. You don’t waste time and wrap your mouth around his cock, moving your tongue too. ‘You’re such an obedient girl…’ He says. He pulls himself deeper inside your mouth, intertwining his hands with your hair.

‘God damn it. Keep going.’ He says. You do as he says, moving your tongue around his tip. He moans and throws his head back. ‘Fuck, fuck!.’ He lets out. ‘I’m close, babe.’ He says, looking down on you and sliding his tongue on his lips. ‘Want me to pull out?’ He asks, out of breath.

You look at him, raise your index finger and move it side to side. No. He lets out a groan and throws his head back again. You slide his cock in and out of your mouth, faster each time, working with your tongue too. He pulls your hair harder and moans, his chest going up and down quickly.

‘Fuck.’ He says, ‘fuck, I’m-’ He says, and before he finishes the sentence he cums inside your mouth and his warm sperm fills your mouth. You take his cock out of your mouth, making a pop sound. You look directly into his eyes and swallow.

‘God, I didn't think you had it in you.’ He says, pulling you up from the floor and pulling you to him, falling on the bed on top of him. He kisses you, then your neck. He runs his fingers on your back.

You pull back and say. ‘Get on your back, I want to ride you.’

‘You really wanna go again?’ He says, raising an eyebrow and laying on the bed.

‘I haven’t had enough of you yet.’ You say, before getting on top of him and kissing his jaw. His cock is in between your legs and you start grinding on him, causing him to groan loudly and grasp the sheets.

You decide to have some fun and keep teasing him, not giving him what he wants. ‘Stop with the teasing or I swear to God-’ You interrupt him, kissing him fiercely, biting his lip, playing with his tongue, and he follows. You take the chance to take his cock and slide it completely inside of you, making you both moan against each other’s mouths. ‘Oh, fuck- that feels so good.’ He moans. You slowly increase the pace and he places his hands on your waist, pulling himself deeper, getting exactly to the spot you love.

‘God.’ You say, riding him.

‘You look so good from down here, babe. Keep going, come on.’ You continue increasing your speed and he grabs you harder. ‘Good girl, keep going, I know you can give it to me again.’

You bend down to kiss him, not slowing down, and he runs his fingers on your back while thrusting you. ‘I’m close, Kyun. Make me cum again, please.’ You say, hiding your face on the crook of his neck.

He wraps his arms around you firmly and in one single movement he’s on top of you and you’re laying on your back, he keeps thrusting you harder this time. He licks his fingers and places them on your clit, massaging it. You let out a gasp and grasp the sheets, feeling all the pleasure coming up from your feet to your head. He wraps his hands around your neck softly and thrusts you deeper, but slower.

You are on the edge, panting, sweating and with your heart racing, but it takes one more push for you to cum, crying out his name, while he keeps going, kissing your chest and your stomach. You take his face in your hands and kiss him, slowly, deeply, enjoying the kiss, the euphoria and the feeling he gives you. Then he increases his pace a little bit and you wrap your legs around him, allowing him to go deeper in you, trying to help him finish again.

It doesn’t take him long to cum again inside of you, moaning softly against your neck. He stays still for a couple of seconds, recovering his breath, and you move the hair that’s on his forehead and look at him in the eyes. He lets out a small laugh and says, ‘You did so good, babygirl.’ He then slides out of you and lets himself fall next to you, with his chest going up and down rapidly, just like yours.

You’re both sweating and the sheets are completely soaked. You let out a sigh and sit up, removing your hair from your face. Changkyun gets up quickly and offers you his hand. ‘Come with me, let’s get you showered. Then we can go out to eat something.’ He says, smiling at you. You take his hand and he walks towards the bathroom and starts running the water.

While you wait for the water to get warm he takes your face and pulls you in a kiss, sweet, deep and soft. You smile into the kiss, enjoying every second of it. He breaks the kiss and checks the water temperature, he looks at you and invites you in with him. ‘Come on in, babe.’ He says. You follow him, taking his hand so you don’t slip. He starts pouring water on your hair and your face, while you run your fingers through your hair and wash your face. When you open your eyes he’s looking at you with a soft and lovely smile on his face. ‘What?’ You say smiling back and blushing.

‘Nothing. You just look cute when you blush.’

‘Oh, shut up…’ You say, laughing and pulling him into a kiss while the water keeps falling on both of you.

#fic #my writing #changkyun #im changkyun #im changkyun x reader #changkyun x reader

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inukag-archive · 2 years

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Hello! What are your "comfort" fics that you read over and over? Thank you mods!!

Hello Nonnie!

Thank you for your ask-- we previously made a list of Mod favorite / must rec fics, but for this one we thought about fics we would read over again while slipping into a warm bath.

Pixie

The Way You See Me by KingBaka (M)

‘If I transform again, with these claws of mine…I might even tear you up, Kagome.’ For the first time, Kagome must face Inuyasha’s full-youkai transformation alone. Will she be able to reach him, or will Inuyasha’s worst fears come true?

A Moment by @akitokihojo (G)

Sometimes, when things become just a bit too much, all you need to do is take a moment. Let it out. Let it go.

there's no place (for us/like home) by GuardianKarenTerrier (G)

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, Inuyasha starts to creep closer to the fire at night. Now that he's not so injured, he's begun to vanish into the woods and come back to throw down rabbits and once a badger at the side of the hut, and Kagome hasn't had to worry about finding enough to eat as the air starts to turn colder. He hardly ever talks to them, or at all, and he won't come close enough to touch- he never comes as close as he had that first day again, but he stays.

She's not sure why he stays, but she's glad that he does.

Lost

Holding Them by Quillwing717 (M)

It's the most important thing they've ever done together, and InuYasha's just not sure how to handle it all. Introspective, one-shot. Uploaded here at the request of a friend.

Slipped by @witchygirl99 (E)

“I was worried it’d be more of a sex thing.”

A sex thing. Inuyasha makes a face at the ceiling. God, why does Miroku say shit like that? “Yeah, well,” he grouses, grabbing at his cell phone so that he can look his friend in the eye. “Give me some fucking credit. I’m trying not to fall in love with her.”

Miroku looks, in that moment, far too smug. “And how’s that going for you?”

“Fuck you,” comes his automatic response, a knee-jerk reaction. Begrudgingly, unhappily, Inuyasha sighs his next admission. “Not great.”

Inuyasha has a life plan that is viciously, cheerfully and quickly dismantled the moment he becomes temporary roommates with one Kagome Higurashi. Unsurprisingly, this is all Miroku's fault.

Cinnamon Hearts by @fandomobsessions016 (M)

"So, you may be wondering, what’s this story about anyway? Well, I’ll tell you. It’s about how this queen, almost lost her crown, her throne, but worst of all… it’s about how this queen almost lost her king…

Hindsight, of course, has perfect vision, but at the time I did not. I was a girl becoming a woman who fought bitterly against change that was inevitable. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to see what was right in front of me.

What I wanted more than anything was to keep Inuyasha.

High school forced my eyes open, tested our “unshakable” bond and made me confront my biggest fear. All because…

I caught feelings for my best friend.

I like-liked my king."

Anisa

Delicate by @akitokihojo (T)

To trust someone, to let them in, what an unsettling ordeal. Kagome is easy and safe, and Inuyasha is difficult and guarded. She can put him at ease with a smile, simultaneously setting him on edge. It was nothing until it was something, creating absolute chaos and uncertainty within the both of them.

Little By Little by @littleknownartist (E)

Post Manga. After the three year separation, Inuyasha and Kagome are finally together as a couple. There will be little bumps in the road along the way, but its all part of the learning experience. And they plan to learn everything about and every inch of the other-little by little.

Soulmates by @inuanna (T)

AU. Every person has a Soulmate, with whom they share an unique bond, they can feel each other's feelings and the closer they are to each other the stronger it gets. Some people share a weak bond, that is barely there, they can choose to follow the bond or find the love of their life. Others have a bond so strong that it's imposible to avoid it. Inuyasha and Kagome share a strong bond. Inuyasha is looking for his Soulmate. Kagome is doing everything to avoid finding hers.

Rudd

Matchmakers of Shikon High by @neutronstarchild (G)

Jakotsu had to do something. His grumpy dog hanyō math teacher sometimes made life miserable with his tirades, and seemed to be growing grumpier by the day! Mr. Taisho needed love. When Jakotsu recruited his best friends to help him find the perfect person to make Mr. Taisho’s scowl become a smile, they realized they already had the perfect candidate: their amazing theater teacher Ms. Higurashi. Now… they just had to convince the two of them to fall in love.

Letters on a Train by Emilyblood (T)

Demanded to find a bride by his father, Inuyasha is spending a trip across Victorian Europe with Kagome trying to think of a way to get Kikyou to marry him. Needless to say, Kagome is nonetoo happy, but can she keep how she feels to herself for her friend

Double Date by @Inuanna (M)

AU OS Kagome's friends wanted to set her up in a double date. Miroku and Sango believed strongly that oposites attract. For Kagome a kind and soft spoken man, and for Kikyou a man who spoke his mind and showed every emotion. They thought Hojo and Inuyasha were perfect for their friends...and they were right and wrong at the same time. Rated M because of Inuyasha's potty mouth.

Mama

Monster by @akitokihojo (E)

A murderous demon taints the world with unforgivable crimes, taking out his weakness in secret. Unfortunately for him, it isn't that easy. He thinks he's unstoppable, but his arrogance blinds him to the war blooming before him. Kagome and Inuyasha, both powerful in their own way, and even more so together, step forward to try to put an end to things.

Earthshake by @sugarrosfanfiction (M)

Natural Disasters are nothing to laugh at... and so Kagome realizes as she's trapped, hundreds of feet beneath the rubble of what was once her school, with her classmates dying one by one, and absolutely no hope of rescue.

Out of Time by @keizfanfiction (M)

Inuyasha and Kagome are in a race against time as they rush to save their friends from an uncertain fate. While being pursued through a dark forest and fighting to stay alive, at times it seems hopeless, but together, they can overcome.

#inukag archive #inuyasha fanfiction #mod comfort fics #edited to include tumblr author tags - BETA post maker technical difficulties...

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182 Days of TPN: Day 32

Chapter 32: “Action, Part 1”

From the very moment Norman walked out that door, Emma didn’t give herself any time to grieve and began formulating plans straight away and if that’s not the definition of strength and perseverance then I dunno what is. (kinda wish the anime had showed us how her mind was working overtime but I get they wanted to keep us on edge. that and it lacks internal dialogue to being with).

WARNING: Master actor trope coming in hot! My love for this girl shot through the damn roof when I experienced ep11 for the first time. She is unbelievably clever and nothing thrills me more than seeing our sweet girl so pissed off like this.

Once again, thanks to Krone for this valuable piece of advice because it certainly works wonders on Isabella. Well, I’ll partially give her credit for telling Emma this, but most of the praise goes to our leading actress as she effectively kept up the defeated, woe-is-me act for two whole months while also planning the real escape on the side, leaving Isabella (and even Ray) in the dark.

I love them. I love my chaotic little duo so much. The fact they barely spoke to each other since Norman’s shipment yet managed to stay on the same wavelength by focusing on their respective escape plans and maintaining an effective false mask around Isabella is amazing.

I love Isabella with all my heart, but how could she not notice all the supplies that went missing from the house? I know she was solely focused on RE and Emma mentions “Even if mom was watching us like a hawk, she only has two eyes,” but not once did mom ever question anything..? Really? The kids most likely secured items one thing at a time so she couldn’t notice something missing here or there, but that’s still a lot of stuff. (And someone tell me why the house even had backpacks?? It’s not like the adults wanted the kids to actually go anywhere.)

Y’all don’t have time to chat! By now you got less than twenty minutes til midnight and Emma is already very aware of the crazy idea Ray’s hoping to carry out thanks to the note Norman left behind, but YEAH, sure! Let’s take a seat! Relax! Go ahead and fool us all sweetie, it’ll all contribute to the surprise factor later.

I voice this wish a lot, but I really wanted to see them use those molotovs. It would’ve caused some damage to the other plants too but who cares! Imagine watching the escapees run across the wall and setting fires left and right, oohh that would’ve been so sick. Ray prepared so much for the escape with these and the tracker breaking device yet they all go unused and it’s a shame!

I always loved this panel but recently I gotta admit it ain’t perfect. In my mind anyways. Of course it’s iconic and it sorta parallels that upcoming moment of Emma’s in ch33, but it annoys me that it breaks the 180 degree rule by suddenly having Ray on the right side! He’s been on the left for the majority of this chapter, so why switch our view of this entire scene now??

Of course Ray’s still against taking the babies since they’ll be more of a hindrance once outside the farm, but what matters most to him is that Emma escapes safely, so he drops the unspoken argument. The way he also tells her to leave so she doesn’t have to witness himself being engulfed in flames is so bittersweet.. aahh god he just cares so much about her well-being and emotions and that makes me so soft for them.

♫ Do you hear chidoroki scream? Screaming the name of an angry boy? It is the moment of the series that she’ll want not to witness again! When the beating of her heart echoes the laughter of his voice, she feared there will be no more Ray when tomorrow comes! ♫

Dear boy, I love you to the moon and back, but I dunno whether to be very proud, scared or concerned??

I always say that Ray used the camera for its intended purpose and took pictures to throw off any suspicions that Isabella could’ve had about the real reason why he wanted said camera as a reward, but the fact he kept every picture to give to Emma, the one person who loves this family more than anything, is so damn precious. (and it completely breaks my heart that the pictures eventually become altered at the end of the story thanks to demon bastard.)

This post already feels long as hell but aahhh, this is definitely a moment I’m glad I didn’t have to wait for the manga to update.. I would’ve been crying the entire week.

Favorite panel/moment:

My sweet boy I’m glad you had fun but noooo!!!!!

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 2 years

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Children of the Dark: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~3.1k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: So sorry I keep forgetting to post. I’ve been so busy at work, I try to keep up with the schedule I’ve outlined. I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

You don't know how long it'll take for Ervin to come into work, but you left your number with the manager so you can explore other options. The foster home has to be the breakthrough. You know foster care better than anyone because your parents were foster parents. They had so many small children in and out of the home. The kid who stayed the longest was a young boy, but he left at the age of twelve. You were the only older one in the house as every other kid was under the age of twelve.

If you can talk to the other kids, then you can try and connect with them. Maybe even the foster mom since you know how your mom worked. The foster mom, Kim, was shocked to hear that one of her former kids was on a rampage. The second you stepped foot into the house, you recognized the atmosphere and associated the energy with your past.

The past and present blur together until you're standing in the middle of your childhood home with your mother and father instead of Kim in front of you.

Your mom and dad brought home yet another child. This one is a little bit older than the ones they take in, but there is something off about him. He's... too scared. Why is he scared? Your mom and dad are nothing but loving parents. Living in a home with a bunch of different kids that come from all over is enough to overwhelm you.

You're sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast while your parents make the lunches for all the kids today. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the newest recruit, Jacob, sneak into the kitchen. Your dad has a strict rule about kids being inside the kitchen while they're prepping, but Jacob didn't get the memo.

You look at him and widen your eyes slightly, shaking your head as if to tell him not to do it. Your dad can be a scary person if needed to be, and you'd hate to see Jacob get hurt. Jacob doesn't listen to you and tries to sneak some food because he didn't get to eat this morning. Your dad turns around and catches the small child, and you sigh deeply.

"Jacob! What did I say earlier? You're not allowed to be in here when your mother and I are in here."

"But I'm hungry," he says with wide eyes.

"You missed out on breakfast. Next time, you need to get down here earlier. Now, go get ready for school."

Jacob runs away with hints of tears in his eyes. You take two hard boiled eggs from your plate and pocket them with the intention you're going to give them to him later.

"Sweetheart, are you done eating?" your dad asks you.

"Yeah."

"Okay, lovebug, go get ready for school. I'll drive you myself."

He leans over and kisses you multiple times on your head, and you giggle as you push him away.

There is a lock on the fridge when Kim leads you inside to talk privately. The key to the fridge is around her neck. This isn't a foster mom. She's what you like to call a greedy person. The people that foster kids just for the money.

"My god. Ervin? Well, I mean, he had behavior problems. They all do, nothing we couldn't handle," Kim says.

"He hasn't been acting alone, Mrs. Manwaring. He's got a partner. Perhaps someone else who grew up in your care."

A young boy, probably junior high age, comes into the kitchen and tries to use the fridge.

"Tyler, the adults are talking here."

For a split second, Tyler is Jacob and Kim is your dad.

"I just want some milk. Can you open the fridge?"

"You know the rules." Tyler doesn't say anything else and leaves the kitchen, but you know exactly what he is feeling. "They'll eat you out of house and home if you let them."

"It's just milk," you say before you can stop yourself. "It costs less than five bucks. Are you really not going to let him have a glass of milk?"

"Is there anyone Ervin was especially close to?" Hotch asks, giving you a hard look. "Someone he would have looked up to? Somebody who protected him?

"Gary. We tried with him, but... he tested us."

"Have you kept in touch with him?"

"Oh, god, no. Gary left the day he turned eighteen and never looked back. Ervin was a mess when he got here. He got separated from a younger sister."

"Where did she go?" you ask.

"Nobody told me. Siblings get separated all the time, but they find new ones here. Like how Ervin found Gary."

"What was the name of his sister, the one he was separated from?"

"Oh, let me think. He used to call her name out in the middle of the night and wake the whole house up. Rosie, I think."

"Lucy?" you ask.

"Yes! Lucy. That was it."

"Carrie said he called her Lucy," you whisper to Hotch.

Hotch's phone rings, and he answers it quicker than he hangs up.

"Ervin returned the call. He's on his way to work."

Your team files out of the house, but you're the last one to leave. You turn and look back, locking eyes with Kim. She quickly looks away and fingers the key necklace she has on. You look to the stairs and see Tyler sitting on it with an unreadable expression. However, his aura tells you everything you need to know.

Without another word, you leave the house.

Ervin was caught the second you showed up and was taken back to the police station. He's only been here for an hour, but he isn't giving anything up. Derek took his second chance at Ervin, but he's not speaking to him.

"Let me try something," you say and get up from your seat.

You walk into the room, and Ervin looks at you once just to see who it is before looking back down at the table.

"Ervin, I want to tell you a little bit about myself, okay? My name is Y/N, and I was raised in a foster home growing up." A slight lie since you were the biological child, but he doesn't need to know this. "My dad wasn't very nice sometimes, and I know that you've suffered in the past. It doesn't have to be like this anymore."

Ervin is close to breaking, you can feel it, but he won't talk to you.

"I know you're scared, Ervin, but you don't have to hide anymore."

When he doesn't look at you, you know you won't get to him. With a sigh, you get up and leave the room.

"Do you want another crack at him?" Derek asks Hotch.

"No. We can't keep going around like this."

"So, let him stew. Wear him down," Nellis suggests.

"We don't have time," you say. "We need him to find Gary."

"Kids who grew up like he did, they're incapable of forming attachments. It's not like we're gonna earn his trust. Their whole MO was predicated on the union of their two personalities, and with Ervin out of the picture, there's no telling what Gary could do."

"He won't talk to us, but I know who can get him to talk. I know it's a long shot, but she's the only person who can do this. We need to bring in Carrie."

Since Carrie was hanging at the police station after the hospital discharged her, Emily went to get her. You don't like this, but this is the only way. Ervin let her live, and there is a reason why. If anyone can get him to talk, it's going to be her.

"Right this way. Remember, he'll be in handcuffs and leg irons. There'll be nothing to worry about," Hotch assures the young girl when she comes in.

"I will be in there with you," Emily offers.

"Okay."

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, Carrie," you say and lean back on the table.

"I do, though."

"Remember, we're interested in Gary--his whereabouts or his next move. I will keep him on point about that, Carrie. Just try your best to keep him engaged."

Emily escorts Carrie into the room where Ervin is. As soon as he sees her, he straightens up and a smile forms on his face.

"Hey. You're here. Did you, uh, did you get the flowers that I sent?"

"Yeah... pretty."

"They were to say that, uh... that I'm sorry."

"Flowers aren't enough, Ervin. We need Gary," Emily says.

"No! They're gonna send you away now. Don't you see? That's what they do with all the strays. They send them away. That's why I make them go to sleep, so that they don't have to suffer," Ervin whimpers.

"Ervin, more people are going to suffer if we can't find Gary."

"So, when you killed my brother, you were doing him a favor?" Carrie asks, and you know this is going to take a turn immediately.

"It's true."

"What about me?"

"Let's just address one thing at a time," Emily says, but both people ignore her.

"I just wanted to see you again. You look so much like Lucy, I just... I couldn't... I... I know... I know it's selfish, but..."

"Selfish? It's insane!"

"Okay, Carrie, let's take a break," Emily says, but she isn't done.

"What happened to you that was so bad?"

"She used to make it go dark. I mean, that's what we used to call it. She would put me in the bath to pray. Then she'd hold my head down under the water. Sometimes I could stay awake... for like a minute... and sometimes a little more. Then it would all go dark."

"They've still got kids in that house," you say with a heartbroken look. "She's not a good mom. They're all going to suffer."

"Another kid, another welfare check," Nellis sighs.

"Let's call CPS. See if you can get them out of there," Hotch says to Derek who is happy to try.

"What is she doing?" JJ asks, causing you to look back at the three people.

Carrie has her hand on Ervin's as if she sympathizes with him. This girl can act because her actions and her feelings are completely different.

"They can't hurt you anymore, Ervin."

"I wanted to stop, but Gary, he... he went through it way, way worse when we were kids, and he... he never got the chance to fight back."

"So, he fought those other families," Emily sighs.

"Only because I wouldn't go back."

"Did he say back?" you ask.

"Back? Gary's going to your foster home, isn't he?"

The look on Ervin's face is enough of an answer.

"Get him out of there."

The officers rush into the room and grab Ervin to remove him. Only until he is gone does Carrie break down crying, looking at Emily for comfort. Carrie is going to be okay as long as Emily is with her. You need to go back to Kim's house to make sure that she doesn't suffer at the hands of Gary... no matter how much she may or may not deserve it.

Kim is shocked when everyone shows up at her doorstep, but this is for her protection. She rushes out of the house with an angry look on her face.

"What is all this?"

"We have reason to believe that Gary may be on his way here to hurt you."

"Me? I don't understand!" she gasps.

"These murder are rehearsals of what he wants to do to you because of what you did to him in this house," you glare.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Ma'am, there is no reason to lie to us. The fact is, you and your husband are in danger."

"I... I have to pick up the children at school."

"We'll send someone to pick them up. The only way we can protect you is if you go back inside."

She looks from you to Hotch to Spencer, and he just raises his eyebrows at her as if he's telling her to fucking try him. She huffs out and heads back inside, but the job isn't over yet. Because she is still standing, that means Gary isn't here. He's had plenty of time to come here and hurt her... so where is he?

Emily and Derek go to grab the kids, but as soon as they get to the school, the kids are missing. Turns out that Gary picked them up, and he could be anywhere with them. Luck must be on your side since there were multiple witnesses that saw the make and model of his car, and it wasn't long until you got a location of that car.

Hotch left to join Derek and Emily while you, Spencer, and JJ left to tail Gary wherever he may be going. Denver PD put a twenty-radius block, so Gary couldn't have gone that far. Once you got sight of the car, you followed him all the way to a donut shop. By the time you got there, everyone was inside the place.

You take out your phone and call Hotch who answers on the second ring.

"We got him. He's at a donut shop two miles from the school."

"Does he have the kids?"

You use your binoculars to see inside, but frown when you only see Tyler with him and not the small girl that was supposed to be with him.

"We got a visual of Gary and the boy, but I don't see the girl."

Someone knocks on your window, and you jump in shock before seeing the young girl you know was with Tyler.

"Are you the police?"

"Yeah."

"He told me to give this to you."

She hands you a note, and you take it before opening it.

"We might have a problem, Hotch."

If you come in, I'll kill him.

That's the note that Gary had the little girl bring out to you since he's still inside with Tyler. Everyone from your team to SWAT to law enforcement are outside the diner. If Gary thinks that the police are closing in on him, he might kill Tyler, and you can't have that.

"Guys, guys, fall back, I don't want them feeling boxed in," Hotch says.

"I got sharpshooters lining up."

"Tell them to keep their safeties on. I want to talk to him first."

"Hotch? I got the clerk," JJ says and hands over the phone to him.

"That guy sitting at the table with the little boy, I'd like to speak to him, please."

"Who's this?" Gary says on the other line.

"I'm the only thing standing between you and a bullet."

"Bring it. I always wanted to die in a donut shop."

"And never see Ervin again? He told us what the Manwarings did to you in that house."

"I don't care what he told you, it's history.

"They're the objects of your anger, Gary, not that little boy in there."

"It's too late for the boy, regardless."

"No, it's not. It's not, Gary, and deep down, I think you know that he still has a chance. He doesn't have to be you."

"Maybe. Maybe not. So let's say we leave it up to him."

Gary hangs up the phone, and you sigh deeply. It's either Tyler is going to kill someone, Gary will, or they'll both die. A few seconds later, Tyler comes out of the diner without Gary. Derek immediately rushes in and takes him away, letting Emily bring him to a safe space. A few more seconds later, Gary walks out and all hell breaks loose.

"Gary, put your hands up where I can see them. Don't move!" Derek yells at him, pointing his gun at him.

"Get down on your knees. Interlace your fingers behind your head," an officer says, and Gary does as he's told. Something isn't right here. Something is wrong, but you don't know what it is. "Give me this hand. Give me this hand. Get on your feet."

Once handcuffed, the officer takes away Gary.

"Something isn't right," you mutter, but Spencer hears.

"What?"

"I don't know. I just feel it."

CPS won't let the children go anywhere else until a full investigation is done, so Emily and Derek have no choice but to take the children back to Kim. It sucks, but that's the law. There is no reason for everyone to go to the house, so only the duo takes the kids home. Hotch and JJ head back to the police station to finish up paperwork. You and Spencer stay at the diner to make sure everything is okay with the store clerk.

You enter the diner and take a seat, looking out the window in thought. Gary gave up too easily. Hotch is good, but he's not that good.

"Everything okay?" Spencer asks, taking a seat next to you and setting a small plate with a sprinkled donut in front of you.

"Gary gave up too easily. The profile doesn't support this behavior. He would have come up with a plan to kill Kim... even if he wasn't the one to do it."

"I didn't know anything was up until he, uh, came and got the phone. That's when I saw the piece. Then I handed him the phone," the clerk says.

"Piece? Did he say piece?" you ask Spencer.

"Excuse me, did you say piece?"

"Uh, yeah, revolver of some sort. He had it stuck in his pants."

"Did you clear a gun?" Spencer asks the officer talking to the clerk.

"No."

"Spencer, Tyler has the gun. No one thought to check the backpacks of the kids."

Spencer whips out his phone and dials Hotch, getting him on the second ring.

"Hotch, the clerk said Gary had a gun, but we didn't recover anything here. ... I guess it's probably here somewhere. A gun doesn't just walk away. Y/N's theory is that he gave Tyler the gun."

You should have gone with Emily and Derek because it turns out that Gary did give his gun to Tyler knowing that he was going to return home to Kim. She wasn't hurt, but Tyler did use the gun to shoot a few of the family pictures on the walls. He scared her so bad that you hope she learns her lesson and becomes a better mom to these kids. Derek was able to talk Tyler into giving up the gun, promising to take him out of there.

Being involved in cases that have children is always a tough one for you because now, they all remind you of Hannah. She deserved more than what she was given, just like the kids in this case. You don't want to go home until they are all out of a toxic home, but there is nothing you can do.

When you arrive back in Virginia, Spencer drives you back to your hotel. You really don't want to live here anymore, but what are you going to do? Spencer sees your hesitation to get out, and the idea that has been inside his head for the past week finally sees enough light.

"Hey, you know I have no problem with you staying with me."

"It could be months or even longer until it's back up."

"You already have your clothes and a toothbrush there. The only thing missing... is you."

"Is this your way of asking me to move in with you?" you ask with a smile.

"Would you say yes?"

"I'd say nothing would make me happier."

You lean in and kiss him, wondering how you ever got so lucky to have him in your life.

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@hxlcycnx

“no, i don’t rehearse anything. i just…feel it, all the time. i’m always around people, my theatre troupe is my family, i feel love for them all of the time. i…i love more than i’ve been loved, but that doesn’t make love any less real. the fact that i always feel it is proof enough. and when i find the right person, it’ll just mean they believe in it as much as i do.” he shrugged, unwilling to be so dissuaded. he knew how he felt, and his beliefs had carried him a long way through life. even if he lost this bet, he didn’t think he’d ever stop believing in it.

“you think i’m cute?!” christain asked, genuinely surprised and delighted. he wasn’t boastful or anything about it, he asked more so to make sure he heard her correctly. “well…that’s high praise coming from the prettiest girl in this bar.” he wasn’t even being flirtatious, he said it so matter-of-factly that it would have been easy for her to dismiss if she really wanted to.

“you’re beautiful. finding you someone will be easy as long as you open yourself up to the possibility of loving someone. you’d have to honestly give it a shot, otherwise nothing will come of this.” he explained, hoping she understood that condition. if she hated everyone as much as she hated him even christain knew there would be no hope of him winning the bet or helping her find love.

“when i help you find a partner, i’ll ask for their consent as well. and besides, it won’t be an exact account of this bet, just a story based on this idea. because i’m not reading a tragedy.” he boasted with a smirk. tragedies were boring. he always knew both of the lovers, or at least one of them would die, so what was the point? “but sure, on the off chance that you win i’ll read any book you give me and write a report on it. deal?” he asked, offering his hand to her.

"I genuinely don't know what answer I was expecting to hear, but I don't think it was that one. Hold on-hold the fucking phone, are you essentially saying that you've never actually been in love with someone? Family love is a whole other conversation, it's platonic, it's..something else, but I meant romantic love and holy shit!" Bowie covers her mouth with her hand as she raises her eyebrows. "You're preaching about real love, but never experienced it? You would think having actually felt it would give you some more credit and experience." She points out with a shake of her head. "The people closest to you, the ones that should love you, can be the ones that hurt you the most so why believe in something that has only been shown to you as a lie?" She questions and furrows her eyebrows together in confusion, she gave him credit for the determination.

"I said that you're attractive, that doesn't automatically mean that I like you, I'm just..not an idiot who can't tell when someone they're looking at, or talking to in our instance, is attractive." She shrugs slightly as her eyes momentarily scan the area, resisting the urge to point out the many other people here who looked better, but she didn't want to go into that whole argument, or let him know too much about her. "..Right, uh, thanks." She mumbles and looks back down.

Tapping her hand on the bar, she narrows her eyes and sighs. "Nothing will come of this, letting someone in is about as easy as you accepting the fact that love is bullshit. I'll tell you what, I'll give it a shot, I'll meet you in the middle but while you stay optimistic about this, I'll keep being pessimistic because I can't exactly change my personality the minute I meet someone."

"Good, but you're still gonna read a tragedy because there's a higher chance statistically speaking that this won't work, but props to you." She leans forward and pats him on the shoulder, her eyes sliding down to his hand as she reaches out and shakes it. "Look at that, you've got me hopeful for something, it's a deal. Now I don't usually go and make deals with...anyone really, but what's your name?"

#c; christian #( && protect the heart ;; bowie says )#( && willa )

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Hey I’m Nais. I’m 33 (owe my birthday was 4 days ago) a woman, mom, girlfriend/fiancé and i have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. 🙃😉

I feel like I’ve been saying this for fucking years now and still new challenges same collapsing world and just trying to stay afloat. Now i have to keep a human alive and feed her and that’s just fucking stressful. I have no one, well i have my twin but she seriously has worst problems than me so sometimes i just try not to over burden her with my problems but sometimes i just feel like I’m yelling at the top of my lungs but literally no one can hear me. So instead of feeling like I’m invisible to everyone including(especially) God I’ll just write it out here.

Today as of Wednesday June 29th I am on day 3 of “Year 33”

Year 33 is just about me determined to figure it the fuck out and clearly i won’t like figure out the key to life and boom shit just peachy (that would be fucking awesome) but i just want to get on a path of greatness, happiness, joy, financial growth, spiritual growth, independence, weight gain (so much) but i have to be specific or it’s just another year like before. No! I’m too old experienced too much to keep repeating my fucked up life experiences. I won’t allow it and i am now making all 1 of you who will read this my accountability partner(s) if im lucky. Thank you

I am a personal trainer that lost all my confidence so now i train one person and can’t seem to find my mojo to get back to it! I am i toothpick which no i don’t want that i want to be fucking strong with some body and booty… gaining weight is hard for me especially when i have a man who i allow to stress me the fuck out. Im also breastfeeding my 13 month old still and that alone helped me lose ALL my baby weight in a month! Yes i know not a common problem but it’s mine. BUT today is day 3 of my workout and let’s just say I’m really committed because working out at 10:00pm is hard af but im 2 days strong 💪🏾. So basically what I’m saying is 1 goal is to start training more bodies goal 2 workout daily get back in shape!

I don’t have money I’m a SAHM (Stay at home mom) and that isn’t going to work for me. I absolutely lov being home with my daughter but i absolutely hate depending on someone else especially if i don’t feel comfortable with that somebody. So goal 3 become financially independent I’m talking about growing my credit, paying my bills ON TIME growing my business starting a business all in all making good decisions financially

Okay so i know y’all saw me say fiancé/ girlfriend yeah that’s an entire post in itself ima have to unravel for y’all but that’s needs some major help honestly is a huge aspect of my life and the progress of “year 33” do i or do i not want to be with this man, the father of my precious bookie. Whom im obsessed with. I just love her to pieces but im side tracked reel it in nais. Okay that needs its own post so for now goal 4 having a healthy relationship that stimulates me and doesn’t make me feel blah and gives me life not suck the life out of me.

My relationship with God has had its ups n downs. And right now I’m down but trying to be up it’s hard because my time alone is not spent with him and that usually the end of the day i use to wake up 5:30am and give like 2 hours now my excuse is my baby girl my lack of motivation with my fiancé and life just beats on you and sometimes i just feel like it’s useless if he does hesr me he don’t give a fuck about what I’m saying and it’s hard to believe he does. I’m not okay with this mindset and I’m changing it and trying to adjust because this relationship with him is the most important i don’t have breath in my body without him so goal 5 fall flat on my face in love with God through every single valley trench up down whatever i go through i want to grow through and remember that God is in control and i have his peace.

Well that’s it for now i feel the same but honestly i think this will work. My child is being a lazy bum but once she wakes to the park and grocery store we go!

Later ✌🏾

#birthday #story time #new blog #goals #self help

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fandomout · 3 years

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heya! can i request lots of lip gallagher angst please? i love what you write and need him in my life </3

Thank you so much! I'm not sure when I'll be able to make more Lip angst or Lip fic's, but I'll be sure to try when I get an idea. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one. 💜

Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth

Warning! Mentions of virginity and sex, but there is no actual smut. Slight fluff. Lots of Angst. Not sure if this has been done before. If it has, credit to them, and this is my version of it.

Smiles and laughs grace your best friend, Lip, and you can't help grin just because he seems happy. He tells you about his recent endeavors at college, specifically how he’s having the greatest adventures with his professor, Helene. When you 1st heard about this mysterious woman, you were initially livid, on the inside, of course. You wanted to know everything and nothing about her all at once. However, just like always you had to find a way within yourself to support Lip’s happiness. You always hold onto the friendship that’s graced the both of you with each other. Also, you couldn’t help internalizing Lip’s trauma's and emotions throughout the years. He deserved to go to school and become even greater than he already is, and although you couldn't always stomach the thought of him with someone else, you’d support that too to see him be loved. You were as it goes hopelessly devoted to Lip, so you hadn't really dated too much. Nothing could ever get serious when you’d hold him in your heart.

🖇

One day, you were at Lip’s dorm helping him clean up a bit when Lip seemed to really catch the fact that you'd apparently been single for “too long”. You scoffed at Lip and asked, “What’s that your business for?” He laughed at the comment and added, “I just want you to be happy. I mean we don’t get as much time these days. Me in college and with…” He smiled and looked off to space. You mouth her name as he says, “Helene.” You roll your eyes at it and shake your head and bitterly say, “I don’t need to be with someone to be happy.”

“I get that, but maybe you’d seem a little...a little...better?”

“Better?”

“You just seem a little down lately. Seeing as you won’t tell me what it’s about, I’m just trying to find an all around solution because I care.” His hand finding your shoulder.

”I’m doing fine, really. You're just so up in the clouds-”

“I want you up here too.” You sigh as the words are a rubber band to the heart as you wished he meant together...

“Lip, I don’t need someone.”

“It doesn't have to be serious. Just get laid.“ His insistent nature angers you to shout, “I can't! I’ve never-” You stop yourself too late. Your virginity has never been a topic of concern. You both just glossed over it. To you, it never seemed like Lip knew you hadn’t gotten that far, regardless, you never wanted it to be made so clear. Silence passed between you two before he started to laugh and said, “You’re fucking joking.” You looked down to your feet, which was when he actually believed your words. “No shit. No fucking way! You haven’t gotten laid yet!”

“Want to scream it out any louder! Shut the fuck up!” He laughed before he held his hands up in surrender.

“That’s crazy to me.”

“Of course it is. You bang anything that walks. Lip-”

“Even with any of your s/o’s, you never-”

“No! I'm a virgin. No big deal!”

“Yes. I just find it hard to believe nobody would try. Did they?”

“Maybe once or twice, and I shut them down.”

“Not good enough for you.”

“Something like that.”

“People are fucking stupid. You are hot, and it surprises me there aren't any more.”

“It's the story of my life.”

“What?”

“Getting overlooked.” You said simply before continuing to stack a book on a high shelf.

“Come on, that can’t be true.” He turns you toward him. “I see you unless I see dead people.”

“Haha.” You grin.

“I’m serious though. When you walk into the room, it’s brighter. Maybe you catch the attention of shy people. Maybe pay more attention?”

“Can we stop talking about it?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

🖇

You were on your way home late at night when you got a call from Lip. You answered and immediately thought it was a bit late.

“Hey!” He said a little off.

“Lip, what’s up?”

“Just need a drinking buddy.” You hear a bottle crash on his side of the phone.

“You doing okay there?”

“Yup! Having the bez time.”

“You already started drinking without me. Where are you?”

“I think I’m on campus on like a lawn-can’t remember which one.”

“I’ll be right there. Stay on the li-” He hung up. You jumped a fence and ran all over campus with no sign of him, and he wouldn't take you calls. You finally found him toward the back exit of the campus. He was swinging his body silly with heavy footsteps. You rushed over to support him. Immediately, he detached himself. A pout on his face with slumped shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” He laughs dryly.

“Come on, sit down.” You have him sit on the curb and wish you brought him a bottle of water or something. “What’s this about?”

“Helene...She’s married. She has a kid.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. This must be shocking to hear-”

“I already knew.”

“What do you mean you knew?”

“These past few...weeks? Weeks, I think, I knew. Hell, her husband watched us-Well, watched us fornicate.”

“Gross.” You couldn’t help but say. He shrugged at your reaction, not really being able to defend that truth. “You agreed to it?”

“I did, but I feel her pulling away now. I haven’t changed anything though.” He turns quickly toward me like he’d get whiplash. He points his finger to his chest and hits his chest aggressively as he says, “I’m me! I’m still giving her everything I have!...It leaves me in a funk.”

“You want to be with her that badly?”

“Yeah.”

“But, it doesn't feel so good.”

“Right.”

“You know why?”

“Yeah. I just said she has-”

“I didn’t mean the family thing.”

“Then, why?”

“You should try a relationship that’s more meaningful.”

“This is meaningful to me.”

“I meant a healthy meaningful.”

“Who are you to tell me?” He said it harshly.

“You’re right. I have no right to tell you what’s meaningful to you. You have to admit you're not in the best situation.”

“You’re one to talk. You’d rather have nothing than search for something. I think your standards are too high.”

“Trust me, they're not that high… Top 3 are honesty, communication, and trust.”

“Hmm ...You want to tell me something?” He smirked.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m all three of those for you. I must be your dream guy.”

”You could be, except it wouldn’t happen obviously.”

“Are you sure about that?'' He found himself saying.

“Here we are talking about your women, I’m sure...” You bite at your lip. Your thoughts stop when you see a few tears branching out of his eyes. You comb your hand through his hair. As he looked for more comfort, he wanted to lay down. You convinced him to let you get him to his dorm. He allowed you that, and he cried himself to sleep on your lap. He snuggled into your leg while you rubbed his back. You’d already had a distaste for Helene, but now you really couldn't stand her. She’d been fooling Lip, and she still had the power to keep going along with it.

🖇

After the incident, Lip wanted to act like it didn’t happen. He had told you that they were working on it. He even said it might be the closest thing to a relationship he’s had. You wanted to be there for him, but you had to admit you couldn't support this harm. There is a difference in this case to supporting him. You didn’t want to be a part of any longer. You kept quiet about it initially since she’d only done “one” wrong by him, according to Lip. He talked to you less and less it seemed after it. You tried your best, but something always seemed to come up. You’d get calls from Ian or Fiona that he’s drinking a lot which worries you and hasn't attempted AA when they think it's becoming a big issue. Finally, you confronted Lip on the street.

“I can't talk now.” He said. You didn’t let him push past you and stated, “No. You are not ditching me once again. You have stuff going on. It probably has to do with that woman-”

“Helene. That's none of your business.”

“None of my business?” You look at the bag under his eyes. He reeked of alcohol on his disheveled clothes. “She’s ruining you, but that’s none of my business? What happened this time?” He took out a cigarette and lit it before he sniffed and gave you a side smirk.

“I just maybe happened to beat up her son after I thought she cheated on me with him. Isn't that funny?” He giggled and hiccupped.

“Why were you upset? You were fine when she had a husband to cheat on you with.”

“That was different. Anyway, I see you’re upset about the lack of time I’ve been spending with you, but I can fix it. Let go for a drink.'' He put his arm around your shoulder and was probably leading you to Kev and V’s. You removed the arm and snapped, “What you need is some water. You’ve had enough.”

“What do you mean I haven’t drunk today?”

“Tell that to your breath and clothes. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“I think this conversation is stupid and remember why I was trying not to talk to you.”

“You did it on purpose?”

“I just knew you’d get all worried for nothing.”

“For nothing? She’s not good for you to begin with. Lip” You hold his hand and softly say, “Lip, She was your professor and married.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”

“Lip-”

“I love her! She sure is a hell of a lot better than the ones telling me otherwise. You have no right to judge me. Take a look at yourself!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Helene was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”

”Stop!...I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.” As he saw your tears and hurt, he sobered up slightly and said, “Wait-” You quickened your steps to get away as fast as possible. He tried to follow after, but his drunken body wouldn't allow it as he reached forward and fell right on his ass. "Fuck!"

Hope your day got better

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Fix You (1)

hybrid!Min Yoongi x female!reader

Summary: When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal? Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, fluff Word Count: 3,660 Rating: M Warnings (may not appear in every part): minor character is a dick to animals, mentions of a gun, main character injury (non-serious), discussion of physical abuse, emotional abuse, discussion of sexual abuse, discussion of self-harm

Notes: This is for the March project for @thebtswritersclub. The prompt word was ‘adventure’ and I mean, what’s more of an adventure than adopting a pet? Banner by @birbdae; thanks to @voiceswithoutlips, @taetaesbaebaepsae, @hoebii and @aroseforyoongi for editing various parts of this for me.

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“That cat got into Rick’s chickens again. Killed a couple chicks. He said he’s going to kill it if he sees it on his property.”

Your dad had said it nonchalantly, barely glancing over his newspaper. Without a second thought, you were out the door. There was no way to be sure, not really, but the sinking feeling in your stomach made you run a little faster down your parents’ driveway.

You could have sworn you saw that cat slinking under Rick’s fence on your walk earlier.

Rick’s property neighbored that of your parents, but you wouldn’t necessarily consider him their neighbor. If you stood on their front porch, you could just barely make out Rick’s house through the stand of trees that served as the property line. Your parents had chosen to let their piece of the world be natural, carving out just enough space for a house and a decent sized yard all those years ago. It had made for some great childhood adventures in the woods: pretending fairies were real, living out your childhood fantasies of being some sort of wizard, making friends with the trees--normal kid stuff.

Rick, on the other hand, had turned his land into farmland, even though he neither farmed nor cared for the land. The vast rolling fields of Rick’s “farm” were mostly bare. He had a pond in one corner on the other side of the property, and he had a small cabin for hunting when game season started. Mostly, though, Rick raised chickens. Annoying things, the chickens were, not unlike Rick himself. It wasn’t uncommon to hear the hens’ incessant clucking from your parents’ house, and the roosters never seemed to shut up.

When you moved to the city to attend college, you were elated to get away from the chickens.

According to your dad, the cat had showed up in the woods a few weeks ago, and it had made an enemy out of Rick almost immediately. The poor thing was skinny--too skinny, like it had been living on the streets for a while--and though its dark fur was ruddy and matted, you could tell it would be a beautiful onyx if taken care of.

As you got closer to Rick’s farm, you heard barking and a sharp yowl, and you hurried in the direction of the sounds, afraid of what you’d find. Rounding the corner of the chicken coop, you gasped in horror.

Rick stood with his back to you, shotgun in his hands. His dog, an old bird hound with caramel spotted fur, had the cat clutched in his mouth, the dog’s teeth sunk directly into the cat’s shoulder. The cat, to its credit, had puffed itself up greatly, its tail nearly double its normal size. It was growling and hissing, and, despite the pain it was almost certainly in, was swiping at the dog with its front claws.

“Call your dog off, Rick.” Your voice was steadier than you thought it would be. You were out of breath from the run over there, and being anywhere near Rick with a gun and his snarling dog made you a little uneasy.

“Fuck off.” The man barely turned his head to you. “Damn cat’s been a pain in my ass since someone dumped it here. It killed four of my chicks.”

“Look at it. Of course it’s going after your chickens. You don’t keep them in their coop. It’s starving.”

“Damn thing should stay at your soft-ass parents’ house if it wants handouts.” Rick cocked his gun, pointing it at the cat. The cat’s copper eyes flashed to Rick at the sound. It looked terrified.

The fact that it knew what a gun was and knew to be afraid of it broke your heart a little bit.

“Call off the dog,” you said again, taking a step toward him, hands splayed out in front of you placatingly. “Calm down. I’ll get the cat out of your hair, and you won’t have to worry about it again.”

“Ain’t going to replace my chickens.” Rick’s voice was gruff, but he lowered the gun.

“I’ll pay for your chickens. Just call off your dog.”

He stared at the cat, the gun clutched in his hands but no longer pointing it at anything. For a second, you thought he was going to sicc the dog on the poor thing just to spite you and make a point. You had a feeling he was the type of person to do that. But after a tense stare down, he whistled through his teeth.

“Drop it,” he commanded the dog. The dog looked to its owner, and he repeated the command. It took a second, but the dog released its bite, and the cat slumped to the ground. Rick regarded the cat with a sneer before turning to you. “Take care of that thing. If I see it on my property one more time, it won’t be so lucky.”

You nodded tensely, and he whistled again. The dog trotted over to Rick’s side and the two walked off. You stared after him for a moment. A pained yowl drew your attention back to the cat.

The cat looked angry, and you didn’t blame it. Its tail was still puffed up, and you could tell that if it hadn’t just been attacked by a dog, its hackles would be straight up. Its copper eyes glared at you, its ears flat against its head. You approached cautiously, and it growled deeply in its throat.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you soothed, crouching down to make yourself less threatening. “I’m going to get you help. Is that okay?”

The cat hissed at you and attempted to back away. It made two limping steps before collapsing into the mud around the coop.

“That’s alright. It’s okay.” You sighed, unsure of your next steps. You didn’t want to traumatize the cat by coming any closer, and you really didn’t want to risk injuring it further by picking it up and having it fight you.

You looked at the cat, blinking slowly when you accidentally made eye contact with it. You had read somewhere that blinking was a way to show a cat that you weren’t a threat, and though you felt kind of silly, at this point, you were willing to try anything.

“What am I going to do with you, kitty?” you questioned, sitting down in the mud. The cat looked at you curiously, as if asking what the fuck you were doing. “I don’t want Rick to hurt you,” you confessed. “I’d like to take you somewhere safe.”

Truthfully, that was part of the reason why you were even visiting your parents. Your mom had told you about the cat, and how it didn’t seem to be wearing any collar, and while you were visiting them you wanted to try to trap it, either to bring it to live with you, or to take it to a nice shelter where it could get a good meal and hopefully find a nice family.

“Can I take you to the vet, at least?” You really were desperate, talking to the cat as if it understood what you were saying. The cat, to its credit, looked at you, copper eyes staring into your face before it blinked, just once, slowly and deliberately.

When you reached out to it, it didn’t growl.

You stood and approached the cat, doing your best not to make any sudden moves. You scooped it up gently, careful not to jostle his left shoulder too much, and cradled it close to your chest.

The walk back to your parents’ house was slow, but the trip to the vet was even slower.

It was a weekend, so the vet in your parents’ sleepy little suburb was closed. You had no choice but to pack your bags back up and make the trek home to the city to take the cat to the 24/7 emergency veterinary hospital.

You tapped your hand on the steering wheel. Traffic wasn’t usually this terrible on a weekend, but there was some sort of sporting event happening, so of course, all the roads into the city were clogged.

Stopped at a red light, you spared a glance toward your passenger seat. The cat laid on his side--it was a him, your mother had confirmed--his breathing labored. You could tell he was still on edge. His tail was still puffed up like a cat-of-nine-tails, and he kept eyeing you warily. But he had let you wrap him in a blanket and carry him to your car, and he had stayed on the seat, almost like he knew it was the safest place for him.

“Almost there, kitty,” you mumbled, changing lanes, finally free of the congestion. “Hang on just a little longer.”

Thankfully, the vet wasn’t busy, and you were able to get in with the assistant almost right away. You explained everything that had happened to her as she examined the cat, tutting slightly as she checked his shoulder.

“There are some punctures, but nothing that’s too worrying. I can bandage it and give you some antibiotics.” The assistant pulled her hand back as the cat swatted at her for touching his shoulder a little too forcefully. “Do you know if he has an owner? It would be helpful to know his shot records.”

You shook your head. “He just showed up in the woods one day.”

“We’ll get him a full round of vaccines, then, too.” Copper eyes met yours, and for a second, you thought you saw a look of concern cross them. But then he blinked, and it was gone.

The vet ordered an MRI, and thankfully, because it was a large veterinary hospital connected with the local university, they were able to do it the same day. So you ended up staying at the vet for two hours as they anesthetized the cat and did the scan. While the cat was waking up, the vet called you into the exam room.

“We checked for a microchip, and there was none,” the vet--Dr. Jung--informed you, his brow furrowed. “Based on the cat’s malnutrition and the condition of the coat, it’s likely he was a stray for at least a few months.” You nodded. The poor cat. “We should have the MRI results soon. I’ll give you a call in a few hours once I get a chance to read them. Normally, since he’s a stray, we would contact our foster network to see if anyone would be able to take him in. But since you brought him in-”

“I’ll keep him,” you said quickly. You were planning on it anyway. Just because he was hurt didn’t mean you were willing to give him up.

“Good.” Dr. Jung smiled at you. “My assistant is wrapping his shoulder now, and we’d like to just monitor him for a few more minutes to make sure he’s coming out of the anesthesia well, but you should be clear to take him home after that.” He placed a box on the table between you. “This is Clavamox. One millilitre twice a day for seven days. I don’t think he’ll develop an infection, but since he was so dirty, I think it’s probably better to be safe.” You nodded and pocketed the box. “We also gave him a rabies shot while he was here. It’s standard because he was bitten. If you notice any symptoms, please call us immediately. Once he’s feeling better, we can get him the rest of the vaccines he needs.”

You nodded. This was a lot all at once. And you didn’t even know what you wanted to call the cat yet.

Dr. Jung seemed to be able to tell you were feeling overwhelmed, because he offered you a comforting smile and patted your shoulder. “I’m going to go check on him. You can come if you want.”

As soon as you entered the room, groggy copper eyes were on you. The poor thing looked stoned out of his mind, but there was recognition there, and that gave you some comfort. At least he wasn’t glaring at you anymore. Dr. Jung’s assistant had wrapped his shoulder, so he had a bandage from his upper left front leg wrapped all the way around his chest and up around his shoulders.

“What are we going to do with you, kitty?” you questioned softly, reaching out and gently placing your hand on his head.

After checking the cat’s vitals one last time, Dr. Jung let you leave.

He was limp in your arms as you carried him into your apartment, still a little drugged up from the anesthesia. The whole way back to your apartment, he had sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window like a drunk, moody college student.

“It’s up to you if you want to stay, kitty,” you told him, gently laying him down on your couch as soon as you kicked your shoes off. Of course you wanted to keep him. You had grown attached to him in the few hours you had been with him. But if he was miserable, you were willing to help him find somewhere that was more suited for his needs.

He tried to stand, succeeding only long enough to give a dramatic wobble before collapsing back into the overstuffed cushion. While he was completely recovered from the anesthesia, Dr. Jung had warned you that the cat might be feeling the side effects for a day or so. You reached out to pet him, but his copper eyes slanted into a glare, and you pulled back.

Assuming the cat was hungry, you left him alone and headed into the kitchen. You had some chicken in the fridge, and you thought maybe he would enjoy some fresh meat he didn’t have to steal. You weren’t sure when his last real meal was, so you wanted to go easy on his digestive system until you knew he was feeling better. You’d have to stop and get cat food at some point, but for now, chicken would do.

You did your best to trim off all the fat from the chicken breast. You knew he wouldn’t mind eating it--cats ate weirder things from fresh kills, after all--but you figured with how thin he was, lean meat would probably be better. Carefully, you cut it up into small, easy-to-chew chunks and put some on a plate, wrapping the rest and putting it into the fridge for later. You used a dropper to evenly spread the required dose of the antibiotics onto the chicken in hopes that it would make it easier to give him the medicine.

Returning to the living room, you noticed that the cat hadn’t moved aside from doing his best to curl up as small as possible in the corner of the couch. You tried not to make eye contact with him as you pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it on the cushions. You weren’t particularly keen on having raw chicken all over your furniture, but you sat the plate on the blanket anyway. There was no way you trusted the cat to be able to jump down off your couch at this point.

“Here’s some chicken, kitty.” You gestured toward the plate, and he eyed it warily, unmoving. You supposed he would feel more comfortable eating if you weren’t in the room. “Don’t leave it too long--it’ll go bad. I have to go do some work. I’ll be in my office if you need me. It’s just down the hall.” As you stood up, you paused. You were talking to a cat. You were talking to a cat as if it could understand exactly what you were saying.

Maybe your parents were right. Maybe you had been living alone for too long.

Your mother had suggested you get a hybrid when you first moved to the city--a nice, loyal, protective one, like a German shepherd hybrid or a golden retriever--but you had never gone further than passively looking.

You were happy for the hybrids. A majority of them were still owned, but they could move about their lives freely and without question. It was illegal to treat them as servants, and all ownership had to be consensual, though you weren’t sure how well those rules were enforced. You didn’t really understand how someone could just own a hybrid--they were people, after all, even if their DNA was a little altered. It was weird to you, owning another sentient being like that.

Their lives were certainly much better than they had been. Some hybrids were naturally occurring, but others--a majority of them--had been created by rich and powerful individuals and the government in secret during some shady human experiments in the early 20th century. And, of course, because they were experiments, it created a whole host of problems regarding rights and discrimination.

But despite all the improvements, there was still a long way to go. There was nothing wrong with owning a hybrid if it was consensual, but that didn’t mean you were necessarily comfortable with it.

After a few hours of sitting at your desk working on your most recent graphic design project for work, you turned away and stretched. If you had to stare at the color chartreuse for ten more minutes, you thought you would go blind. It was time to check on the cat anyway, and you wanted to make sure you threw away any chicken that was left on the plate you had given him so he wouldn’t get sick.

When you entered the living room, you were immediately confused. The cat was gone, but so was your blanket. The plate was still on the couch, almost exactly where you left it, but it was entirely empty. Wonderful. You had taken in some sort of Houdini cat.

You grabbed the plate and put it in the sink, trying to look for your blanket as you went. You found it when you returned to the living room, the corner sticking out from under your TV stand. There was just enough space between the bottom shelf and the floor for the cat to fit under, and apparently he had taken the blanket with him. You couldn’t really blame him--it was April, and it was late evening, and your floors were still a little chilly.

“Hey kitty?” you called, bending down to see if you could see him under the shelf. You had thought about it while working, and at this point, you were just going to lean into the whole ‘talking to the cat like he’s a person’ thing. “It’s starting to get late. I’m going to go get ready for bed, okay?” You could just barely see his copper eyes hidden all the way under the TV stand. His pupils were blown wide to capture all the ambient light they could. “You can explore or whatever you’re comfortable with tonight, but please don’t ruin my stuff. Please be a good kitty.”

He blinked once and continued to stare blankly at you.

“Okay, well… if I don’t see you, goodnight.”

You stood and headed off to your bathroom to start your nightly routine. It only took you about a half an hour, but you were soon laying down in bed with your book. You had started it a few days ago, but you were hooked, and you were already almost done with it. The author had managed to somehow insert a space alien robot into today’s modern digital age, and you found it fascinating. You would never look at social media and influencers the same way after reading this book.

It was cozy in your room with the little bedside lamp on, snuggled up in your blankets. Your bed was soft--it was one of those that you could change it using a remote to fit your mood and preference, but you almost always preferred it soft--and you had plenty of blankets and pillows to make it comfortable.

You only had a few pages left when you noticed it, the shadow lingering in the hallway, slowly getting closer to your open bedroom door. It started out against the wall across the hall. When you next looked up after glancing down to your book, the shadow had moved to your doorway. He even had turned his head away like he was pretending it was a coincidence that he had ended up in your room.

He was walking with a slight limp, which was unsurprising given the bandage and the fact that he was attacked not even 12 hours before. He was much more lucid than he was when you first brought him home, though you could tell he was still a little groggy. You didn’t say anything to him--you figured if you did, he would bolt, so you let him do what he wanted.

After a few minutes--maybe 15 or 20--you closed your book quietly, careful not to startle the cat. You glanced at the doorway and didn’t see him, so you put your book on your nightstand and turned off the light. It took you a second, but you snuggled down into the blankets, pulling them tightly around you. You were just about to drift off when you felt it.

Something landed gently on your bed by your feet. It paused for a moment before slowly making its way up the bed to your head, its gait uneven. When it got to the other pillow, it laid down. You risked opening an eye then, and were met with copper eyes staring back at you.

He watched you warily, as if waiting for you to yell or kick him off the bed. When you didn’t, his eyes narrowed, and he slowly allowed himself to lay down, his head on his paws, curled up as best as he could be.

You fell asleep to the sound of him snoring lightly.

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Sunshine // Charlie Weasley x Healer! reader

(Not my GIF, credit goes to the creator) Genre: fluff with tiny bit of angst words: 1.7k warnings: cursing, like one sentence of smut (so 16+ please), kissing, idiots being oblivious about their feelings, mentions of second degree burn, mentions of broken ankles etc. Summary: Being in love with your childhood best friend is never easy, no matter how much love there is. A/N: This is gender-neutral fic don't mind the gif also, please keep in mind English is not my first language. If there are any mistakes, please let me know. And also thank you so much again for the 100 followers!! Hope you enjoy the fic

Working at your dream job with your childhood best friend has been the absolute dream. Even though you just started working at the sanctuary recently, you’re already loving it. And how could you not when Charlie Weasley has been nothing but supportive and making sure you’re comfortable with everything. Until very recently, you’ve been working at St. Mungo’s since your apprenticeship ended, when Charlie told you that people at the sanctuary are looking for another healer to work in case something happens with the wizards working there. While it did break your heart to leave your two other best friends, Tonks and Penny, you couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to be even closer to Charlie. Everyone around you two knew your feelings for each other, while the two of you kept being oblivious to each other's feelings, not wanting to ruin your friendship. Doing this job wasn’t that hard, healing a few burns here and there, twisted ankles etc. Charlie would find excuses to go and see you, even if it wasn’t actually anything wrong with him. You’ve known Charlie since the first year of Hogwarts, when you ran into him on the train. And honestly, seeing him then, you should’ve known you would’ve caught feelings for him. Red hair and blue eyes, freckles all over his face. Who can blame you? Your thoughts have been interrupted when you heard a knock on your office door. ‘’ Come in! ‘’ you yelled as Charlie opened the door. ‘’ Hi sunshine ‘’ he smiled at you. ‘’ Should’ve known it was you. Are you injured, or did you just come to bother me? ‘’ You ask him with a smile on your face.’’ Actually injured. Baby dragon decided to give me attitude by breathing fire on my hand. ‘’ he approaches you and places himself on a bed meant for patients. Taking his hand in yours, you see the very much visible burn marks on his hand. ‘’ It’s only a second degree burn, thankfully, nothing a little of burn-healing paste can’t cure. I’ll apply it and then wrap it up so that it doesn’t accidentally budge or wipe off. In no matter of time, your hand will be as good as knew and ready for another baby dragon or maybe even mother dragon to burn it again. But please don’t actually get burnt again on that hand if possible or anywhere. Molly would throw a fit if she knew how much of your scars and injuries I heal. ‘’ You say as you grab the burn-healing paste and apply it to his hand and finish it off with wrapping a bandage around his hand. Gently tapping his cheek, he sighs and gets up. ‘’ Thank you sunshine, you’re my saviour. ‘’ he exaggerates while kissing your cheek, and he’s on his way out of your office. What you didn’t know is while healing and inspecting his wound, he finally decided he’ll act up on his feelings. But for that, he’ll need help from one person who’s been helping him ignore his feelings for you. Going back to his place, he quickly wrote a note and sent his owl to that person letting them know to come over to his place asap. A couple of hours have passed before he heard knocking on his door. Opening his door, he saw that they were wearing the same outfit they usually did when they were meeting up. ‘’ Sorry it took me a while to come over, I was at work. ‘’ Charlie gulped and let them in. ‘’ It’s no problem, let’s get this over with and honestly this will probably be the last time we meet up like this, Anna… I decided to stop being a coward and acknowledge my feeling for y/n and do something about them. ‘’ he smiled and at his words Anna’s lips stretched into a wide smile. ‘’ Charlie, that’s amazing! I’m happy for you, god, I wish I could do the same about my feelings for Peter. ‘’ her smile faded a bit and a frown replaced it. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her passionately, leading her towards the couch and slowly lowering her down on it while not breaking the kiss. Pulling off the coat, he knew she had only underwear underneath it. Slowly kissing down her neck and gently biting into it, wanting to hear her moans, he knew he pulled out of her every time they meet up like this. Lowering himself and kissing down her chest, sucking on

her sweet skin he’s got so familiar with recently. As he took of her bra, and started sucking on her nipples, the door of his cabin opened, and he swears the time stopped for him when he heard y/n’s voice when they interrupted something. ‘’ Hey Charlie….oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt. Please continue, I’m going to go…’’ before he could even muster up a word, they apparated away somewhere. ‘’ FUCK! ‘’ He yelled as he got off of Anna and helped her get dressed. ‘’ Go find her, you idiot! Don’t just scream and shout! You should go find her and tell her everything. I’ll go home. ‘’ Anna yelled at him Giving Anna a small kiss on the cheek as an apology, he quickly tried to think of a place y/n could’ve gone to. The first thing he did was run to her house and started knocking on their door. When they didn’t answer the door, he went to their office. When he tried to enter it, the door was locked, so he knocked a couple of times before moving on to a different location. He remembered showing her a special spot by the lake, which he accidentally found when he first moved to Romania. Quickly imagining that place in his head, he apparated there, and that’s when he spotted them. Sitting by the lake and throwing small rocks at it. Taking a deep breath, he approached them.

‘’ Hey sunshine. ‘’ at the sound of his voice, they raised their head and looked behind them. ‘’ Charlie, hey…’’ clearing his throat, he slowly approached them. ‘’ Mind if I sit down next to you? Been looking around to find you. Just want to explain something to you and then after that I can leave you alone if that’s what you wish for. ‘’ they nodded their head and gently patted a spot next to them. Charlie sat down. ‘’ Can I just say before you start, I’m sorry for walking in your house without knocking or even letting you know I’ll stop by. Didn’t mean to interrupt you and Anna in your private business.’’ their voice was on the verge of breaking because god-damn did their heart break when they saw Charlie and Anna in the middle of whatever they were doing. ‘’ Oh god no sunshine, you have nothing to apologize for. If anything, it’s me who needs to apologize to you. I am so fucking sorry you saw that. But I need to explain that whole situation and for you to understand it I need you to listen to every word I say. Anna and I were nothing more than just fuck buddies. To just try and forget about all the pain in our hearts that we both felt. We never saw each other as more than occasional fuck buddies who were looking to feel something. Her heart is longing for someone else, and so does mine. Sunshine, I know that what you saw probably hurt you more than you’d like to admit to yourself and to me. God, I wish you didn’t see me and her, but….’’ he stops, taking your hands into his and looking into your eyes. My heart only longs and wishes for you, sunshine. God, I’ve never been more in love with someone more than I am in you. If you’re in love with me too or at least have some romantic feelings for me, it would make me the happiest man in the world. If you wish to stay only friends with me, I completely understand, I promise I won’t let my feelings for you ruin our friendship. You mean way too much to me for me to only ruin it because of some stupid feelings. You’re the most important person in my life. You can say what you wish to say now. ‘’ Charlie was preparing for the worse, but what he didn’t expect is for you to start crying. Noticing the panicking look in his eyes, you quickly reassure him. ‘’ No, no, don’t panic, these are the happy and frustrated tears. Penny and Tonks will be over the moon once I let them know they were right about the two of us all this time. ‘’ A small laugh escapes your lips. ‘’ I’ve been in love with you, Charlie, probably since the moment I first met you on the train. All these times I’ve told myself you only saw me as your best friend, how could you ever see me romantically. But I guess I was wrong. ‘’ you wipe away your tears as Charlie looks at you with so much love in his eyes. ‘’ Oh sunshine, I’ve never been happier to see someone laugh. ‘’ you pull him into a hug, never wanting to let him go. He pulls a little away only to press him lips onto yours. The kiss was never sweeter, wanting to keep kissing you for the rest of his life.

BONUS:

When both Penny and Tonks received a letter from you, they didn’t expect anything unusual. But what they received was the happiest news they’ve been wanting to hear since probably fifth year of Hogwarts. Charlie and you were officially together. Just like you expected, you received one big howler from them. ‘’ CHARLES WEASLEY AND Y/F/N L/N HOW DARE YOU ANNOUNCE THE NEWS WE’VE BEEN WANTING TO HEAR JUST CASUALLY IN THE LETTER. I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU TWO!! ‘’ Penny screamed, but Tonks was only laughing in the background. ‘’ As soon as we can, Penny and I will come over to the Romania and keep telling y/n ‘ I told you so ‘’ because I TOLD YOU SO YOU DUMB IDIOT! ‘’ Tonks yelled, and all you could do was laugh at Charlie’s shocked and kind of terrified face. Penny can be a bit scary when she wanted to be, and he definitely experienced Penny’s wrath back in Hogwarts. ‘’ Well, they seem to like the news. ‘’ you laughed as you pulled Charlie into a kiss.

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 325: Deku VS the Outside of U.A. ~Conclusion~

Previously on BnHA: Ochako was all “dear bloodthirsty mob, this kid you see standing before you has fought harder than anyone and put his life on the line to protect you all, so please chill the fuck out, jesus christ. like, putting aside that he’s humanity’s best hope and so it’s very much in your best interests to let him rest and recover someplace safe so that he can keep fighting for us, are y’all seriously going to turn away an injured and exhausted child in front of his sobbing mother?? seriously?? come on now.” I’m paraphrasing here but that’s basically how it went down. Anyway so then the mob was all, “...” and Deku collapsed to his knees in tears, and Gigantic Fox Lady and Kouta ran over to give him a hug but then the chapter ended.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “FINE, YOU CAN HUG HIM”, which, was that so hard?? The U.A. Clown Mob is all “come to think of it, we’ve kind of been taking the heroes for granted this entire time, maybe we should be less passive in the future. anyway so Deku if it’s not too much to ask, can you please save everyone and fix everything.” Deku is all “I sure can, and by the way I forgive you for swarming around all menacingly two minutes ago and trying to deny me basic shelter and stuff.” Ectoplasm is all, “hey Todogang get a load of this. [walks in a circle].” Hawks is all, “that’s literally the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.” Rat Principal is all, “anyway so that’s what your students did today, hope you’re enjoying your new *~*ROBOT LEG*~*, Aizawa.” Aizawa is all “[lots of exposition about Kurogiri and for some reason, Toga, while being all brooding and sexy].” All Might is all “[standing here right outside of U.A. doing absolutely nothing and being foreboding AF]” and that immediately sucked away all of the warm fuzzy feelings from the hugs, goddammit.

each new week has become a waiting game of “when will Deku finally get to take a bath so people will actually be willing to go near him and give him the hugs he deserves.” the stakes have never been so compelling. I’ve almost forgotten about AFO entirely

lmaoooooo

me: for the love of god will someone please give Deku a hug before I die of old age

Mineta: YOU GOT IT!! --

Iida: [SWIFTLY CUTS HIM OFF] NOT YOU

fucking losing it at Mineta’s crying face. he really wanted to hug him. I legit feel bad but this is also the funniest thing I have seen all week, omg

somehow Kouta, who last week was only a hand’s breadth away from touching Deku’s head, is now twenty miles away from him in this new chapter

can I make a Loki reference here. is this recap a good place to insert a joke about someone using a TVA time-rewinding device to fuck with my poor boy Kouta over here. well anyway there it is

AND NOW HE’S BACK ALL OF A SUDDEN OMG

(ETA: since when is he “niichan” omg?? can’t handle this cuteness.)

BUT THEY’RE STILL NOT HUGGING HIM FFFFKFFFFF. WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO. WHO DO I HAVE TO BRIBE AND/OR BLACKMAIL

OH NO KOUTA IS CRYING THAT’S IT I’M DONE FOR

“when I heard that lady I knew that I had to go, but then stop again within inches of actually touching you because you smell like week-old rotten onions.” listen Kouta, I’m not saying I don’t get it, but you all can’t keep doing this to me. it’s the way you guys keep teasing it. like, if you’re gonna hug him, hug him. don’t just stand there with your arms held rigidly out in front of you like a molded action figure

OH MY GOSH BUT HE SAID THE THING

KOUTA SWOOPING IN AT THE LAST MINUTE TO TAKE ALL THE CREDIT FOR FIXING DEKU LIKE THAT ONE KID IN THE GROUP PROJECT WHO DOES ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT STILL TAGS HIS NAME ONTO THE REPORT ANYWAY, WHAT A KNAVE

GASP

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SHE PICKED HIM UP LIKE A LITTLE BABY OMG?? she just leaned right over and lifted this child like he was a small animal. like a lil baby futon that she was about to hang up to dry. oh my god

-- HEY WHAT

(: well that’s extremely fucked up. though sadly not too surprising given what we just saw these past couple chapters

incidentally, I hope that anyone who was legitimately defending the civilians’ perspective earlier takes note here of how quickly that line of thinking -- “we’re just trying to keep our families safe” and all that-- can lead to straight up bigotry. if you’re willing to deny a child shelter and protection simply because he’s not YOUR child, and because you’ve decided based on Internet rumors (no real-world parallels there, I’m sure) that he might present a threat, it’s really not that much further of a leap to discriminating against entire groups of people simply because you perceive those groups as being dangerous. I’m sure the people who turned Gigantic Fox Lady away also told themselves afterwards that they did it to protect their families. “better safe than sorry.” “she’ll be fine, someone will take her in, but as for us, we can’t afford to take that risk.” people can come up with all kinds of justifications for treating other people as less than human, and the really scary thing about it is how fucking easy it is

one last quick side note, which is that Horikoshi does a great job here of showing how scapegoating works, given that AFO is the one who’s really to blame and who presents the actual threat, and yet Deku is the one who ultimately winds up being the target of the mob’s fear and outrage despite him being as much of a victim as they are. gotta love that irony, which unfortunately plays out far too often in the real world as well.

anyway I’ll get off my soapbox now, sorry about that. let us continue

YES, FINALLY OH MY GOD!!!!

AND THAT’S THE STORY OF HOW GIGANTIC FOX LADY BECAME THE GREATEST HERO. PACK IT ALL UP, WE’RE DONE HERE KIDS

holy shit. the real MVP right there. thanks for getting it done champ

jesus christ I have had it up to here with these people

literally the bar is set so low at this point that I’ll go ahead and take it. helping him because it offers them a tactical advantage is at least one step up from not helping him at all

“WHY NOT SHIKETSU” MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

-- thank you!!

okay this one guy with the antennae hair is having himself a character development speedrun here

-- okay, but this part?? fucking this part, right here??

can we repeat that again?? the part where this guy acknowledges that the problems of hero society were caused not just by said heroes, but also by said society?? the part where he acknowledges that they treated the heroes like celebrities who were putting on a show for them?? the part where he acknowledges that when push came to shove, the vast majority of those heroes, when faced with a situation that offered no reward, were nonetheless willing to put their lives on the line to protect the very same people who then turned around and blamed them rather than thanking them?? are the civilians of BnHA even allowed to have actual deep thoughts about this stuff. holy shit

bro!!

ANTENNAE HAIR GUY SHOVING KOUTA AND GIGANTIC FOX LADY OUT OF THE WAY TO SLAP HIS NAME ONTO THE END CREDITS AS EXECUTIVE PRODUCER. CONGRATULATIONS SON YOU FIGURED OUT THE CORE PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION AT THE VERY HEART OF THE MANGA. WAY TO GO BUD

meanwhile, on today’s episode of “one more chapter to go till the big volume cliffhanger, how else can I drag things out let’s see”

it’s a panel. of people’s feet. just a bunch of normal feet. with sneakers and shit

this All Might shirt guy is getting more screentime in this arc than 90% of the class 1-A kids

I guess I’m supposed to feel sorry for this dude now that he’s all “if we let you stay here do you promise to somehow magically fix every single problem that we are now currently facing?” those are some ridiculously exacting standards my dude. come on now

KACCHAN SIGHTING

thank fuck I’m not the only one who’s thoroughly unimpressed by absolutely all of this lol. I feel better now. meanwhile Iida and Kouda and Kiri are ready to run over there and hug them all. you guys are way too forgiving. damn you and your pure hearts

anyway so Deku’s like “yeah, definitely”

(ETA: almost forgot to comment on the “I’m no longer alone” part – he basically corrects the guy and says “sorry, but you’ll need to direct that question towards all of us, not just me, because moving forward we’re a team.” good stuff.)

you know what though, all joking aside... fuck yeah. because perfect victory, right. the strongest guys don’t settle for anything less. so I guess Deku has pretty exacting standards himself

also can you all just take a look at this fucking kid who’s got so much light in his eyes now that I’m gonna need eclipse goggles. hot damn. “you’re welcome” says All Might Shirt Guy as he is frantically interviewed by several local news networks asking him how he daringly managed to save Deku all by himself. “well I guess I’ve just never been the kind of guy who can sit back and let a bunch of rabble-rousers blame a little kid for all of humanity’s problems. someone had to step in and take action, you know?”

oH MY GOD THE SCENE IS FINALLY ENDING

don’t let the door hit you on your way out All Might Shirt Guy

but meanwhile, sudden Tododrama action??

oh shit

there are honestly so many ways in which Ochako’s very moving speech could have wildly backfired that I genuinely have no clue where this is headed lol. how exciting!!

so now Horikoshi is once again stalling for time with random filler panels, but this one is 10x better than the shoes lol omg

(1) was Ectoplasm’s jacket always this oversized. (2) did you guys know that if you go back to chapter 319 you can see that Horikoshi gave us a sneak peak at Enji’s Sad Detective disguise and I in fact made a joke about it in the 319 recap not realizing it was actually the stone cold truth. (3) did Shouto deliberately speed up out of impatience because Hawks was walking so fucking slow and he couldn’t take it any longer. (4) and what, I ask you, is up with these dramatic speedlines. so many mysteries here. what a masterpiece

everyone is acting all shocked about something ahh what’s going on

wait what

what the heck. did they just loop around behind everyone. what was the point of that lol. “anyway, so this is what they look like from the back” well okay, thanks for that Ectoplasm

(ETA: so it seems like they were actually hanging out someplace else away from the crowd this whole time, I guess? here I thought they had more faith in Enji’s disguise. I guess Shouto and Hawks don’t particularly want to attract this crowd’s attention themselves right now either, though.)

I am so fucking confused lmao

speaking of All Might WHERE THE FUCK IS HE lol. but yes, good, OFA brings everyone together, and Hawks is very deeply moved about this out of the blue all of a sudden. you know how it is

aw heck yeah now this is another filler panel I can get behind

Mineta really wants that hug, good lord. I genuinely love this actually. Mineta if you could just stay little and cute and keep crying about how much you love your classmates in a non-gross way for the rest of the series I would be so appreciative. you’re doing great

IIDA IS HOLDING DEKU’S HAND THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ONE TIME WASN’T ENOUGH FOR MY MAN HE’S ADDICTED NOW

what did I tell you. Kiri wants to get all of the mob’s autographs now. Kiri you’re a peach

Shouji having a conversation with another mutant type is a very nice touch! we really need to get to his backstory soon. I feel like that casual remark from GFL earlier was kind of hinting at more to come

is this the first time we’ve ever seen the Yaoyorictionary in action?? never forget that Viz tried to call it the “Yaoyorozu Reference Book” because they hate fun

last but not least, KAMIBAKU IS BACK ON THE MENU, FUCK YEAH. Kaminari trying to spice things up and introduce a little bit of controversy by smacking Kacchan on the back of the head for god knows what. I will be deeply disappointed after this if I can’t find at least one person unironically declaring that KamiBaku is now toxic and abusive

lfkdlWLWK TODODRAMA??

oh my god. Shouto’s face. Enji’s face. the back to “oyaji” again. the blunt, not-taking-no-for-an-answer, “I don’t know how much louder the universe can scream at you that doing things alone is not it, so hopefully you got the point” directness of it. fffdlkslj I’m so ready for this Horikoshi please don’t fuck it up my expectations are so high

HOLY FUCK

I SCROLLED DOWN AND HE WAS ALL “( ❛‿❛)” AND I JUST WASN’T FUCKING EXPECTING THAT OKAY. JESUS CHRIST. GIVE ME A SEC

lol okay moment over and now Enji’s pulling his hat down all dramatically like a world-weary Cowboy

OH MY GOD WERE YOU FACETIMING??

AHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: not to put Iida down or anything, but it’s kind of strange that Aizawa is all “the class rep sure did great” when Ochako is the one that was giving that whole big speech for like twenty minutes just now lol.)

(ETA 2: “thank god Iida stepped in just in the nick of time to keep Mineta from hugging Deku.” sorry Mineta I really do like you lately but it’s still low-hanging fruit lol.)

HE LOOKS SO SAD??! HE LOOKS LIKE HEARTBREAK ITSELF??! I AM BESOUGHT WITH THE URGE TO REACH INTO MY SCREEN AND PULL HIM INTO THE SAFETY OF MY ARMS??? MY GOD, AND I THOUGHT DEKU NEEDED HUGS

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay I was gonna just hold down the letter H for a full minute and count it out loud but within about ten seconds I realized I needed to chill lol

-- but then again NO, I DON’T NEED TO CHILL, I HAVE ZERO CHILL, ACTUALLY, BECAUSE IT’S AIZAWA WITH A ROBOT LEG AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

COMPLETE WITH ROBOT TOES FOR THAT EXTRA TOUCH OF AUTHENTICITY!! I LIKE HOW HORIKOSHI PUT ALL THIS EXTRA “!!!” EMPHASIS AROUND IT IN CASE WE COULD SOMEHOW POSSIBLY FAIL TO TAKE NOTICE. “REMEMBER, EVERYONE?” SAYS HORIKOSHI HELPFULLY. “REMEMBER THAT TIME AIZAWA CHOPPED OFF HIS OWN LEG?” oh wow now that you mention it we somehow forgot all about that. like who do you take us for

OH NO NOT THE SAD BOYFRIEND ANGST THAT I WAS SECRETLY LOOKING FORWARD TO WITH GLEE

well at least he’s not M.I.A. or back with the villains again like I thought he might be. still, that’s gotta be brutal to know your friend is in there somewhere, but to not be able to reach him again no matter how hard you try. that’s the kind of angst that pays off in final battles just when you most expect it. such is my hope, at any rate

what’s this now??

trying to decide if this is Horikoshi’s way of saying don’t worry about that, or his way of saying definitely worry about that lol

anyway so Aizawa is out here being all irresponsibly handsome once again. when is someone going to do something about him

here for Sexy Robot Leg Eyepatch Aizawa clenching his fists and making speeches about revenge. pretty sure we’re all here for that

WELL, WELL, WELL

IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME

I’M VERY GLAD YOU’RE ALIVE AND SEEMINGLY WELL, THOUGH!

BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THOUGH, ALL MIGHT

ffff. bracing myself for that cliffhanger next week. you’d better not touch one hair on this man’s head Horikoshi. I’m watching you

#bnha 325 #midoriya izuku #u.a. clown mob #class 1-a #aizawa shouta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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