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rotshop · 2 years

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*hops into ur ask box* HELLO WHATS UP HOWS IT GOIN <<<<3333

okayokayokay so this is gonna sound maybe kinda odd but. reader who was a former experiment, escaped, and is now living with the trio. theyve got a bunch of scars on their back from it that they’re super insecure about.

flash forward to a quiet moment of intimacy with their now s/o, Sanford, reader shows them to him and lets him as questions and shit ifsitditf idfk kind of just something bouncing in my head

does 5 cartwheels . anon u have my brand of shit EXACTLY ,, SORRY the 2nd part isn't a super big portion of this i got distracted </3 also if the formatting is Fucked ummm . no it isn't. hope this helps !

[ tw for past abuse / violence towards listener ]

-You'd been a more experimental project by the nexus core. They weren't entirely sure of a set goal for you, more-so that you were a stepping stone to other projects that would inevitably be created and have their own, more set in stone plans. By all means, you were little more than a test run to the scientists around you.

-As such, that allowed for a little more 'leniance' when it came to interacting with you. With MAGs, it would be a pain to re-make and re-train them if they pushed them too hard, they were made with set roles and expectations. Engineers were required to have knowledge on, well, engineering, meaning they had to live to hold onto that knowledge. You were just a means to an end- learning how different techniques and methods of experimentation and changes could affect the average grunt and be further implemented. They could always swap you out with a different grunt at any given point if they needed to. Safe to say, it lead to less than hospitable treatment.

-You were more than happy to be free from the facilities- whether they decided to let you run free (for reasons you aren't quite sure) or they simply failed at properly securing the place didn't matter. What did matter, however, was that you were out of there. You were out of there and needed to find somewhere else to hunker down, even if just for a time. Sure, abandoned buildings provided coverage, but it would be difficult to survive entirely seperated from everyone else (as tempting as it sounded). You couldn't just hope and pray on stumbling across everything you'd need to live on short, anxious journeys through empty streets and old offices.

-It didn't take long for you to catch people's eyes: at first, soley because of your more monstrous features. The teeth, the claws, the agility- they all seemed to be the markings of something exceedingly talented at killing. Luckily for you, there was still a good market for killing. Quickly, you'd find yourself living off earnings from different odd-jobs, all calling for your skills in the field of wrecking house. It was pleasant enough, gore and mess aside, people didn't bother asking too many questions about you and you could earn from something relatively effortless. (Hell you went through aside, you were at least glad you'd been gifted the ability to tear most to shreds, even if it was a logistically grim point.)

-Over time, you'd picked up bigger jobs as you caught the eyes of people higher up in the metaphorical food chain. Eventually, you'd landed a few contracts with one 2bdamned. A few turned into a handful, a handful into plenty, and at a certain point you'd just become a part of the S.Q. (Granted, you'd been considered one honorarily long before that point.)

-It'd been an odd adjustment. Sure, you'd long since realized the necessity of socializing with others if only to survive, but interactions for jobs and people getting curious about you were far different. It was very quickly noticed by many just how skittish and antisocial you could be- small-talk was stilted and pressured, you'd lean and step away from people who got close, and you'd make quick to leave a room once anyone else was present. It was an oddity to many, seeing as how you'd been appointed by the head of the organization themself, it was strange to see the killing-machine they'd come to expect was so anxiously reclusive. It didn't take long for it to become a known fact among the majority of people that you weren't exactly sociable.

-Of course, though, this didn't stop everyone from interacting with you.

You'd just been trying to clean one of your weapons off after a mission when it'd happened. It wasn't anything intense really, you just didn't like when blood dried and crusted against the guard and your claws weren't exactly ideal for scraping it off. You hadn't heard either of them coming, jolting harder than you really should've (or expected was possible) when someone had unexpectedly put a hand on your shoulder to lean over you.

"Man, you really did some damage out there huh? I'd heard you were good, but I wasn't expecting that!" Despite the praise, you couldn't help instinctively pulling away, turning to face your new company. You could see the bit of confusion from your actions in the furrowed brows of one of the figures, the one you assumed had just been talking to you.

"Oh, thanks," you'd quickly replied, hoping your tone had been able to come across as appreciative enough.

You could tell it wasn't exactly the response they'd been expecting, but seemed to recover quickly enough with a little grin. "Ah, it's nothin'. I don't think we've ever talked before, name's Deimos," he'd jabbed a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the other figure, "That's Sanford." After making clear what you could've guessed yourself, he'd stuck his hand out to you, "And yours?"

You'd paused for a moment or two, staring at his hand for longer than what was probably deemed casual and smooth. You'd debated with yourself internally. Did you really wanna try and get to know this guy? Nothing against him, of course, but was it really worth the possible trouble? Being around people and talking with them wasn't exactly your strong suit, nor was it exactly comforting given you'd rarely done it in the past .. what? couple of years? Sure, you talked to others, but it was purely business. You couldn't ever remember a time you'd talked without it being needed of you in the experiments- it wouldn't have done anything anyways. It'd been a long time since you'd really just talked with anyone without any real purpose, hadn't it?

You could tell he was about to pull away if the awkward look was anything to go by, you really didn't have any longer to think about this. Throwing caution to the wind you'd grabbed his hand (a little harsher than you'd meant to, if the little stumble he'd done before regaining balance was any indication), shaking it in what you hoped was a professional way before you'd spoken again, introducing yourself properly.

-It was definitely less than suave, and perhaps the sheer fact of how off it had been was the thing to catch Sanford's eye. All he really knows is the whole ordeal (and yourself) had been on his mind long after Deimos had made some offhanded comment about it (one he was only able to give an absent minded hum in response to).

-Whether by luck or some subconscious decision, he'd found himself showing up around you far more often. It was simple at first, he'd just quickly check on you, maybe ask one or two questions before leaving you alone. It was obvious from the first few reactions he'd gotten you weren't exactly accustomed to company, something that'd only furthered his curiousity about you. Slowly, he'd started hanging around a tad longer, sitting down close by either in (what he hoped was) a comfortable silence or with some small talk (usually it was him telling you about himself, in hopes it'd make you warm up to returning the favor a little more).

-Eventually, you'd talk a little more often yourself. You wouldn't go too into depth about where you'd come from or your past, trailing off awkwardly and making vague statements about it all before sweeping it away. He didn't mind it, making it clear he wasn't trying to push.

You'd been talking with him once, a topic reminding you of something that someone had said to you in the past that reminded you of something that happened during a test. You'd gotten noticeably fidgety, shifting and stuttering as you'd continued. The descriptions got more vague, interspersed with odd glances in his direction looking for some sign that he understood what you were staying. It was obvious you were uncomfortable.

Before you could keep going, he'd cut you off. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I don't mind one bit, alright? It's your business, it doesn't have to be mine to know unless you want it to be." You'd paused, taking his words in for a moment. While he could appreciate that you were taking them to heart, he couldn't help the bit of sadness that tugged at his heart at the thought you were only doing that because you hadn't heard that in some time. You'd eventually spoken up again, seemingly content with the conclusion you'd come to, "Didn't you mention something about your family earlier?"

-It'd become more and more common to see him hanging around you- if he wasn't with Deimos, he was with you. Even then, he'd made attempts to have the two of you interact a little bit more comfortably than your first. It was slow, but with some open-mindedness on your part and Deimos' more relaxed demanor you'd become more comfortable around him as well.

-Well, Deimos' demeanor and the fact that he'd heard plenty about yoy from his friend already to have a good understanding of your deal. It was hard to not be at least a little lax with someone who your closest friend seems to talk about a whole awful lot. At first, he'd went along with it, just nodding and listening him go on about you. Then he'd start giving little suspicious glances his way whenever he'd bring up something specific to you- like the way you'd laughed at some story he told you or something you'd offhandedly mentioned once. Then it turned into a knowing grin whenever he'd trail off and go into his own thoughts, staring into space with a little smile on his lips. (Do expect him to annoy you more because of this, it's just his own way of friendship.)

-Eventually at one point or another it hits him over the head that 'oh yeah this definitely isn't strictly platonic is it.' Romantic relationships are obviously something he takes pretty seriously, so do expect him to be a little lost in thought throughout a few of your guys' interactions. It's nothing bad, of course. He's just trying to think about how to tell you or if he even really should in the first place. You're sweet and he's just glad you have at least one person to talk to comfortably, the last thing he wants to do is to complicate things or take that comfort away from you.

-At some point, he just kind of. not blurts it out but. its definitely not what you were expecting. It's during one of your guys' little hang outs where you're laughing at something he said and he's just . gotta say something or he'll explode . It's a little rambly and he repeats himself a few times but all in all it's a good confession . Even if a little bit unexpected on both your parts. He's only able to take a proper breath when you smile a little and say you feel the same.

-anyway. he definitely isn't expecting you to tell him much more about your background. Sure, he'll definitely listen if you want to tell him, but he won't exactly bring it up with the intent of trying to get you to. Needless to say, he's not very happy if you do. Not of your doing, of course, moreso directed towards the situation you were in and the people who put you there. He's not the greatest in the world at offering words of support, but he hopes that he's able to make it even a little easier by listening to you talk about it.

-if you ever mention anything about not liking your back being touched because of it all, he's making sure to ask before he does anything even close to that. He's careful of where he puts his hands on you and he prides himself on being able to read you well enough to know if you're alright with it or not (though, do expect him to still ask aplenty, he likes being 100% sure).

-If its less of a 'bad reminder' deal and more just insecurity, he acts a little differently about it. He'll still ask of course but do expect the occasonal kiss on the shoulder blade or a hand tracing lines and circles over your spine. Also expect him to point out some of his own to tell you about them. He won't push you beyond your comfort and/or well-being of course, but it's important to him that you don't feel scared or self-conscious when you're with him. It's part of the reason why he's careful with his words and actions whenever you do decide to show your scars to him.

-He's careful with the ones that he'll near, pointedly avoiding any scars that look especially gruesome or deep just in case they're an especially sensitive point. He'll ask you about some of the ones that look more inconspicuous and unrelated, hoping that they're at least somewhat more of a good memory of yours (ex. some scar from some random little accident when you were a kid that isn't really hard to look back on and is more silly and dumb than anything else). He much prefers the way you're able to laugh and ease up a bit whenever you recall the tales behind those ones to the anxiety revolving around the others.

-In all honesty, he really won't ask too many questions. He'd much rather avoid you having to relive any of your memories of a worse time in any way. He knows he doesn't really like recalling a good lot of his time in the agency, he can't imagine how he'd respond to any questions revolving around daily torment like yours. Even if you reassure him you don't mind he's still incredibly hesitant and doesn't pry much more than he normally would. He puts a little more effort into making sure you're all good than digging much.

-Speaking of which, if you get shy or anxious at all while he's looking them over, he's gonna do something about it. Uncomfortable because you're thinking about some of what happened a little too much? He'll offer to distract you, listen to you talk about it, or whatever else would help you out the most. Getting antsy over your scars?? Again, he's going to try and help curb that bit of insecurity. While obviously it isn't an easy process, he's definitely going to put the effort in either which way- it's important that you feel content with yourself with him.

-All in all ; do expect a lot of reassurance from him. he cares a whole hell of a lot that you feel comfortable and safe and he hopes that he's able to provide that in whatever way that he can. epitome of 'thats my partner' when it comes to you .

#sorryyyy i just love fucked up guys </3 #trying dividers again just bc i think they make things look a little nicer even if they'll get outdated .#i cant tell if i dragged things out or if i rushed them . um . woops <3 #SORRY if this isn't great im just sillay ...................#rot writes #sanford x reader #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader

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skiploom · 2 years

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the bob and deli guy scene from bobs burgers except it’s abt lieutenant columbo :3c

#columboheads if u have not seen it before go watch it rn #like. It’s literally columbo #“Listen daddy I got a friend who’s into sloppy bears” “…wouldja mind elaborating a bit please”#“you got the muffin top and the chili stain on your shirt” “oh geez oh wow i sure do wouldja look at that”#“Ah im ah straight. Im mostly straight.”#NOT THE SLOPPY BEAR FRRRRR #listen ok he can be a lil bi as a treat?!?! he can be mostly straight??!#also 10000% his wife is bi like bi4bi hello . Have u ever seen a more beautiful couple???#i might doodle this later.. clears throat and adds it to the list of 20 other columbo things I wanna draw #also ummmmm bob and columbo are kinda similar in a lot of ways like… bob is a bit more deadpan but I feel like they would be good friends #COLUMBO WOULD LOOOOVE TO COOK WITH HIM HEEHEE #as I’m writing this im just imagining since columbo is before his time tho ummm what if they were related #the Frank columbo to bob belcher pipeline ladies and gents am i right or what…..#sorry to my mutuals i died for like a month after posting abt vampires and im back with a random lil guy.#im uh frothing at the mouth just a lil bit. um. i might need to be put down .#im sorryyyy it’s not my fault columbo is Italian and bob is Greek/sicilian #let them interact. let them be friends .

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skrunksthatwunk · 3 months

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i love you akame...

#rgg gaiden #SHES SO FUN I LOVE HER #just got the second stijl scene.... omg.....#i really like it thats such an unexpected take for how the network started but also yeah!! shes got pipes #i support womens wrongs including oohh ahhh joryu umm sorryyyy i kinda signed you on for a death match without telling you um. but youll be #fine youre so strong!!! jdhndhsk shes so funny

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infizero · 1 year

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im sorry for consistently making omori appear homophobic in my art posts. however consider: it would be funny

#JOKING. joking. but what if omori was partially influenced by internalized homophobia in sunny's min- *GUNSHOT*#i dont rlly wanna go into detail bcuz i like keeping it more ambigious but i tend to stray more towards treating omori as his own separate #person apart from sunny #and in my head he's aroace. or something. basically he has no interest in that kind of stuff unlike sunny who um. clearly does LOL #so omori's just running around with aubrey simping over him and basil calling him cute and scantily clad tentacle girls fighting him #and hes just like 😐#meanwhile sunny's like ueuehehehe O/////O #and then omori calls him a degenerate #im sorryyyy i just think it'd be rlly funny if omori was just so over that specific part of sunny's wish fulfillment LUL #jokingly. in reality he just wouldnt care - he doesnt get anything out of it but like yeah duh this is all for sunny #but for my funnies: he thinks its cringe and gay #serena.txt

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etherealstar-writes · 3 months

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I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 10

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: ten

part one here

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liked by alessiarusso99, leahwilliamsonn and 4000 others

yourusername: feeling unmotivated to do anything today 😔

niamhcharles: heyyy

ellatoone: hi

alessiarusso99: hey y/n <33

lottewubbenmoy: ❤️❤️

user1: anyone know who she is and why the whole team is suddenly here?

stanwaygeorgia: hellooo

leahwilliamsonn: hey ❤️

user2: what the hell is happening here?

chloekelly: i don't think i've ever spoken to you but i've been told to comment and say hi ↳ user3: help this comment 😭😭

danisterling: bestie .... why is the whole england team commenting on your post .... ↳ yourusername: well you see ....

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It has been a day since you'd left the group chat and you had no idea what to do. You felt as though you might have overreacted a bit by leaving, but also at the same time the embarrassment of having talked about them without knowing it was them kinda balanced that and you'd freaked out.

But also, you understood their side. Like if you were a celebrity, you wouldn't really just straight up tell a random stranger you accidentally added to your chat who you were.

You let out an annoyed groan, burying your face in your pillow. Your phone was tossed somewhere on your bed and was continuously buzzing with notifications. You knew exactly why, and with a sigh, you grabbed your phone.

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM elton added the imposter aka y/n ♥︎

elton y/n pleaseee don't leave

willybum at least hear us out

the REAL karate kid y/n?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

stairway

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ fine .... i'm listening

the REAL karate kid we're incredibly sorry for not telling you who we were we were planning to after the euros but we just didn't know how

willybum yeah we didn't want you to freak out

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ well i FREAKED OUT incredibly after figuring it out myself!!

elton i'm kinda proud of you for finally figuring it out ngl took ya long enough

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i hate you i'm leaving

elton

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

neev ......

stairway so um ... you're not mad at us anymore 🥺🙏

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i was never really mad at you guys tbh kinda hurt yeah but i completely understand why you never told me honestly i just completely freaked out and was embarrassed over the fact that i was an idiot to not figure it out sooner so in a mix of annoyance and embarrassment panic i kinda just left? sorryyyy

lotte nooo, don't be sorry your reaction was completely understandable we're the ones truly sorry once again

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ stop it you guysss it's all good

willybum it's not gonna be weird now that you know us yeah?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nahhhh y'all are still my favourite stalkers <33

elton OML y/n we're not stalkers!!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ shore shore whatever you say my fav stalkers :)

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sorry for being unactive for the past whole week, been really busy, but i hope this short chapter makes up for it <33

more chaotic chapters are yet to come :)

part eleven here

#lionesses x reader #engwnt x reader #woso x reader #engwnt #leah williamson x reader #alessia russo x reader #ella toone x reader #niamh charles x reader #georgia stanway x reader #lotte wubben moy x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso fanfics

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ktaerssoi · 3 days

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blabber mouth

summary: the multiple times you were caught having an interaction a little more than friendly with paige.

paige bueckers x fem!reader

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notes: not proof read sorryyyy. also sorry for disappearing for the past three days i was preoccupied. anyway i actually like this i hope im not wrong. i keep watching this one caitlin clark edit someone save me she is so fine. - kate

you had been known to the fans of UConn women's basketball, usually hanging out with the girls. you had met them through azzi, the both of you majoring in communications, and eventually, you had been indoctrinated into the team. you had grown close to many of the girls, befriending everyone. and maybe even going on a few dates with a special girl you had the privilege of meeting.

that being said, it wasn't common for you to be seen in tiktoks or lives. that's why fans went borderline insane when they saw you leaning your head on paige's shoulder in the background of one of ice's lives.

rumors of you being in a relationship were swarming the internet, fans trying to find even more "proof" of you together. they had been right, you were dating, but no one else needed to know that.

that's why you posted a video on paige's tiktok making a disclaimer that you guys were "just friends." however, the fans had gotten a taste of you two together, and weren't about to stop the edits or comments.

being a secret girlfriend to UConn's star player wasn't easy, you needed to go to all of the games to make paige happy, but you also couldn't be too public about your relationship.

you had thought you were doing a pretty good job, you sat directly across from the home bench and cheered when acceptable. you had been recognized more and more often now as you had officially posted with the team and were with them almost all the time.

your phone was blowing up with follow requests and tagging notifications, and your newfound fans wanting to get to know you outside of the girls. checking through notifications one day, you saw you had been tagged an abundant amount of times on one post.

clicking on the video, it starts to play a lovey-dovey edit audio as you watch clips of you a paige at the games. her pointing to you in the stands, you cheering as she shoots a three, and her hugging you after a game were all clips included in the edit.

needless to say, that was not the last of those edits.

you and paige had been going on date nights frequently throughout your almost year-long relationship. along the way you guys had gained a bit of a following on social media, being spotted almost everywhere it was difficult to just be a couple in public.

you and paige had finally had a good amount of time where the both of you were open and could do anything, deciding you would go to a nice little restaurant near by your shared apartment.

you had been laughing about some funny story paige had been telling about her day when a fan came up to your table. "wait, oh my gosh, no way, ohmygosh, you're paige bueckers! and you're her girlfriend!" you had gotten flustered at the correct assumption, not wanting to deny it but knowing you would have to denounce it to protect paige's future.

"oh um," you were cut off by paige grabbing your hand, giving you a look before turning to the girl. "that's me, do you want a picture? i have some time."

you smile as you watch her pose for the photo, what you hadn't realized was that you were visible in the background admiring her like she was the sun.

the fans had a field day with that single photo.

#wcbb #wlw #i need her #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers #uconn wbb

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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sorry, i need your help feeding my delulu if you so accept! miggy, but we are pregnant and he is going to be a dad again so he is soft but also so scared and aaaah!

HI ANON, DON'T BE SORRYYYY tbh you guys also feed my delulu when y'all give me reqs, this is a two-way street babes (✿◡‿◡) i hope you like this, i really wanna make it emotional bc this man and babies...... the multiverse hates them together 🥲

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

a second chance (miguel x pregnant!reader)

summary: you were going to deliver to miguel the happiest news you had ever received in your life--that you were pregnant with his baby. though... the wound of his past have yet to heal, and despite his love for you, his trust in himself is still practically non-existent. do you believe he deserves this chance, to be a father again? word count: 1,444

"you had something you wanted to talk about?" miguel asked you with a slightly puzzled look on his face as he sat down on the couch next to you, a little anxious internally. because for all the time you two have been together, you've always addressed your concerns and issues with miguel straightforwardly. you've never put off directly stating what was on your mind when you were with him, never once, and he loved you a whole lot for it. so why are you suddenly being a little... cryptic about whatever this was?

you looked at miguel with a slight hint of a smile on your face as you scooched over a little closer to him. you wrapped your hand around his, and soon, began to explain what you wanted to tell him. "mig, um... i really, really want to tell you that you are the most loving man i have ever met in my entire life." you said as you chuckled slightly to yourself out of sentiment, which miguel raised his eyebrows at. "and, well, you've made me feel the happiest i've ever felt in a long, long time." you went on as you interlocked your fingers in his.

miguel felt a little flustered in the face when he felt your touch, despite being with you for a long while now, he's never gotten fully used to the delicate feeling of your dainty, smaller fingers around his own coarser, bigger ones. he could hold you forever, if you'd let him; and when he means forever... he means forever.

you rubbed your thumb over his finger, evoking him to show a small smile as you continued. "and, miggy, i want you to know that, no matter what happens at the end of every mission... i'm always waiting for you, i'm always here for you." you reassured him, which just made his smile grow wider and his eyes become softer. "querida, what... what is this about?" he asked with a gleeful expression on his face, though he was still unsure of where this conversation was going.

your lips curved into an even happier smile as you leaned against miguel, though your face showed slight undertones of anxiety that was shrouded with the brightness of your joy at the news you were going to tell him. "i love you, so, so much miguel. and i hope... i hope you won't stop loving me for what i'm about to tell you." you told him as your voice softened, as you prepared to whisper in his ear exactly what you meant to tell him.

you leaned closer into his ear as he muttered under his breath, "i'd love you all the same no matter what you'd tell me," and soon... you came out with it.

"i'm pregnant, miguel."

those three words stupefied miguel for a moment. as you pulled away, he looked at you right in the eyes, and you could see in his own just how wide they got. the gleeful expression on his face was replaced with astonishment–and just like you, with slight hints of worry and anxiety.

"you... you are?" he asked as his voice shook. you nodded slowly, biting the inside of your cheek as you felt like this was where you two would end, this is when you'd see a version of miguel that you wished you'd never see–but it happens, sometimes; miguel is only human, and he's lost a daughter he considered his... of course you wouldn't blame him if he didn't want this.

but instead, miguel's surprised eyes were filling up with tears. real, live, genuine tears were welling up in the poor man's eyes. his brown eyes watered up as he asked you, over and over again–a smile growing on his face every time you said 'yes'. "i'm gonna be a dad? and you're... you're gonna be a mom?" he asked you, to which you–in your equally teared up and emotional state–answered him a soft, "yes, miguel. we're gonna be parents."

miguel let out a small chuckle as he held your hands in his, thanking heaven above for gracing him with you and for letting you bear this child you two made. he wept tears of euphoria–happiness wouldn't be enough to describe the feelings he felt when he realized the love you two shared had been given life, would be given a name, would cry out and be welcomed into the world and... and...

"...they'll live a life..." he muttered silently as he looked down at the cushioning of the sofa, staring into nothing in particular as he felt himself freeze up. miguel still couldn't stomach those two facts that hit him when you announced your pregnancy: he'd be a father, and he'd have a child–again. honestly, he has wanted this chance for the longest time. but when that opportunity presented itself... miguel ruined a whole universe in his wake. he felt like he killed a child–his child, but was never his child. he doesn't feel like he deserves this chance again; maybe it is a punishment for him, to remind him of his fatal mistake that day when he gave in to the temptation and stole a daughter that was never even his.

he felt filthy, and still feels that way.

"mig?" you called out to him as miguel muttered to himself, letting go of your hand slowly and placing his head in his hands. he muttered to himself, asking himself if he's even worthy of this second chance. you placed your hands on his shoulders, and wordlessly... you wrapped him in your embrace. you knew he'd do this, this was why you felt so anxious to tell him the news–but the miguel o'hara you loved and would become the father of your child, you felt, deserved this chance.

"i am so... so sorry..." miguel muttered as he looked up at you, his eyes teary now due to saddened sobs, his mouth curving down into an evident frown–his eyebrows curving upward to show remorse, guilt, and shame. "i don't know what i did... to be absolved of my sin, to... to be given another chance... as a father, a real father this time... i'm sorry..." he muttered through feeble sobs as you held him closer.

"miguel... i won't pretend i know what you're going through, or that i think i know what challenges your facing, but... this is your child–our child. if i'm given this chance to be the mother of your child, so be it, i'll take that chance. but i want you to realize... this isn't just your chance, it's ours. it's our child. never feel guilty for wanting to be a father again, and... please, don't think that you don't deserve this. we both do. and i'll take it, i'll take it with you because... i love you. and i love our child, i'll love you both so, so, so much..." you uttered to miguel as you watched the tears stream down his face as you spoke to him, your voice yielding to the torrent of emotions both you and miguel felt at that moment. you knew your words alone may not be enough to heal the wounds from his past, nor will your child with him ever erase gabriella from his memories and life; but you wanted miguel to know this second chance was something he deserved, that he deserved to be the father of your child and the man you'd love endlessly for that.

miguel wrapped his arms around you gently as he sobbed into your shoulder, muttering his thanks and promises to be a better man, to be a more loving partner for you and a strong, capable father for your future child together. "i swear... no matter what kind of hell comes our way, i'll be there to save you, both of you. i'm not losing another family again, never... i love you, and our child, so... so much..." he murmured as he kissed your shoulder and rubbed your back, with you reciprocating his embrace as you smiled through the tears. "i love you, too, miguel... and our baby would love you, too..."

and for the first time in a long while... miguel felt like he had something, someones, of his own; someone he would be free to love and care for, and would forever keep by his side. the wounds left in his heart from gabriella's existence would always remain as scars. your child would never replace her, she would always be special to miguel, of course; but your child would be his, his child--your child with him, who he'd love for a lifetime over, and be happiest calling his own.

a/n: I WANNA WRITE MORE OF DOMESTIC MIGGY NOW............ FUCK I NEED THE MULTIVERSE TO GIVE HIM THIS CHANCE

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara angst #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv fluff #atsv angst #atsv imagines #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

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midmourn · 6 months

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enough for you

title enough for you

pairing mark lee x gender neutral!reader

summary you wanted to be enough for mark, but no matter what you did, you weren't.

warnings angst

word count 1,669

author's note I'M SO SORRYYYY it kills me to write the boys like this pls. as usual, let me know what you think bc it encourages me to continue writing!! reposting from my old blog

"Mark!" You surprised him, showing up at his side as he was busy on his phone, his locker open in front of him. He jumped in surprise, turning his eyes to look wide-eyed at you, and you giggled, "Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you like that."

"It's fine," Mark dismissed, turning back to his phone without another word and you swallowed, refraining from frowning. Glancing around, you saw no one else was close enough to hear the two of you talk or were rather busy with their own conversations.

"Um," you spoke up, bringing his attention back to you half-heartedly, "I did my makeup earlier, do— do you like it?"

Mark's eyes roamed your face, mouth forming into a 'O' as you fought to keep a blush off your face, "Ah, sorry, Y/N, I'm— I'm not really good at compliments."

"Oh," you forced a giggle, blinking at him, "That's fine!" When he didn't say anything else, only grabbing a textbook from his locker and shutting it, you swallowed. Your heart felt heavy in your chest. He could've at least tried. "Um, what class do you have next?"

"Psych," he murmured, "It's on the other side of the building, so I'll see you later. Bye, Y/N." He didn't raise his head from his phone as he walked away, either ignoring or not hearing your calls for him.

"Mark!" You sighed, lowering your head, "My class is right next to Psych, too ..."

"Mark! I got you coffee," you beamed at him, holding out the Starbucks cup for him and his eyebrows rose in surprise, head tilting to the side as he shut his locker.

"Oh? Is it—"

"Americano!" You cut him off, still smiling as he made a noise of surprise and took the coffee from your hands, taking a sip of the drink.

"Oh, thanks, Y/N," he smiled briefly at you before turning around and walking away. Your face dropped, brows furrowing as you watched him walk away from you and up the stairs, clapping one of his friends on the shoulder as they joined him.

"Your boyfriend's an asshole," Yeri crossed her arms over her chest as she showed up by your side, making you jump in surprise.

"Damn, Yeri, sneak up on me, why don't you?" You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back on the lockers. "I don't— I just don't understand. He wasn't like this before and then as soon as we started actually dating, he did this!"

"He's an asshole," she shrugged, "Simple as that. Drop his ass."

"I can't do that!" You looked at her with wide eyes, "I did so much just to get his attention, like— like reading those damn self-help books just so I could know what the hell he was talking about. If I broke up with him, it'd be over nothing!"

"Mark Lee doesn't deserve your attention," Yeri put her hands on your shoulders, looking you dead in the eye. "OK? There are so much better people out there for you, Y/N Y/L/N. They will deserve your attention because they'll love you for you."

You frowned at her, "I want that to be Mark Lee, though."

Yeri sighed, stepping back, "I know. But— seriously, think about it and don't just shrug it off like you've been doing. I've got to get to class, see you." With a wave, the two of you part and you frown to yourself as you stare down at the tiles of the floor. Was Yeri right? But you had done so much just for Mark to even notice you, and he was so sweet before you two officially got together— what if he was just going through something and didn't know how to tell you?

You shake your head as the bell rang, you wouldn't break up with him. You'd just have to try harder.

Yet even as you tried harder, wearing the brightest, outstanding makeup you could, getting him his coffee in the morning despite the long lines at Starbucks in the morning, sending him lyrics of his favorite songs, or even just trying to contribute to his rambles about his studies— Nothing happened. No kiss, no compliments, no hug, no holding hands, and most importantly— not telling you what was going on!

When he wasn't rambling on about his classes, he was busy on his phone— assumingly texting someone but you never asked, knowing it could've possibly been a family member or just as important. You'd sit by his side at the library as he studied, keeping quiet besides when he'd get frustrated and you'd whisper kind encouragements. You weren't sure if they worked, though, because sometimes, he'd end up collecting his stuff and walking out of the library.

Sighing, you fell back onto your bed with your phone in your hands, Instagram pulled up. Going to the search bar, you hesitated for one second before typing familiar names. The first one was Kang Mina, one of Mark's ex-girlfriends from last year. She was a cheerleader, and quite pretty. You didn't know what they broke up for, but you knew she was his first girlfriend— probably his first everything, too. A frown was placed on your lips as you went to the next girl, Song Hayoung. Hayoung was in the year above the two of you, but you also knew Mark tried really hard to get her attention, for her to even look his way— just like you did ...

At the realization, you hummed before placing your phone facedown on your bed. You tried to remember what else you could remember about their relationship, but you couldn't. Not like you had any time to, either, because your phone started ringing. You flipped it over to see that Mark was calling you and your face brightened up, forcing yourself into a sitting position.

You breathed in and out, "It's OK, just a call." You exhaled one more time before accepting his call, bringing the phone up to your ear and trying your best not to sound so excited, "Hello?" You winced, hearing the high pitched voice on your end.

"Y/N, hey," Mark mumbled and you frowned, hearing the tone in his voice but before you could say anything else, he rushed out, "I want to break up."

The call was silent on both ends for a few seconds. Your heart immediately dropped to your stomach when he said that, your fist clenching around a plushie you had on your bed for comfort as you stared unseeingly at your wall. His voice sounded hesitant when he said your name again, "Y/N?"

"Why?" You swallowed, thankful your voice didn't break with that one word. Not that it mattered, your eyes were already filling with tears, and you were sure it'd be heard the next time you spoke. The first tear fell, and then the others followed in suit.

Mark cleared his throat, "I just— it's not you, really, but I just don't think we're right for each other, you know?" You didn't say anything and he sighed, "I'm really sorry, Y/N. Maybe we can still be—" You didn't let him finish, ending the call abruptly before the first sob ripped through your throat. You hunched over your plushie, holding it to your chest as you started crying louder. Your chest ached with each cry that came out of your mouth, feeling as if someone was holding your heart in their hand and slowly crushing it.

"Y/N?" Your mom didn't even knock, opening the door to your room. You couldn't see her, but from the silence on her end, you knew she was trying to register what she was seeing. "Oh, baby." The simple word had another sob leaving your mouth and a second later, the other side of your bed dipped as she pulled you into her body. Her hand immediately started smoothing out your hair in comfort, "It's alright, it's OK."

"No, it's not!" You hiccuped, feeling more tears escape your eyes as you shook your head, "Mark— Mark ..."

You didn't have to finish your sentence for her to know what was going on, already knowing what you had been doing the past few weeks for the stupid boy. She merely clenched her jaw and started whispering comforting things to you, pulling you more into her chest. It took a few minutes to get you to calm down, but all she had to mention was throwing up and you tried your best to calm yourself down. If there was anything you hated, it was throwing up.

"There," she sighed, pressing a kiss to your head as she wiped your tears away with her sleeve. "Now ... Mark, he broke up with you?" Your bottom lip trembled before you nodded, pressing the side of your head into her shoulder. "Oh, baby ..." She sighed again, "There's always going to be someone better out there for you."

"I know," you mumbled, voice cracking as you recognized the same words Yeri said to you a few days ago, "I just wanted it to be him."

"We all have those people," she frowned, pressing another kiss to your head.

"I should've seen it coming, mom," you sighed, feeling a tear slip from your eye that she immediately wiped away for you, "As soon as we got together, he wasn't the same. It's like— like no matter what I did, I wouldn't be enough for him. And I tried so hard."

"I know you did, baby," she rested her cheek against the top of your head, feeling her own anger rise in her chest for how heartbroken you sounded. "One day, you'll be everything to someone else. They'll love you for you, and you won't have to try so hard to be enough, because just being you will be enough."

"Are you sure?" You mumble into her shoulder.

"You might not see it now, but you will," she rubbed your side. "You'll be enough for them."

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taraprince · 4 months

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dreamy☁️

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a/n : this is part 2 of fumes, SORRYYYY FOR TAKING SO LONG i only get a burst of motivation like once a month. alsooo THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE?? over 600 notes is crayyy <33 i apologize in advance for 1. if this doesn’t match the storyline exactly, i literally cannot bring myself to read my own work so i might have forgotten some things and 2. if my smut is absolutely treacherous I WARNED YOU

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you woke up groggily, feeling more comfortable and refreshed than you usually did, which wasn’t saying a whole lot considering half the time you napped on your desk and woke up to half your face covered in ink.

it took a minute to regain your senses, your eyes heavy and wandering the familiar room of the potion masters private chambers. your heart skipped a little as the memories of last night crept back into your mind.

the way his tongue felt.. you wanted, no, needed more.

you shifted slightly, suddenly aware of the large arms snaked around your waste. you blushed slightly as you tried to turn around and see him, but severus’ grip just tightened, making you immobile.

“sev…” your morning voice was gravelly, making you instantly flush with slight embarrassment.

you heard him take a deep breathe through his nose before answering. “good morning miss y/n.”

oh my fucking god.

hearing his morning voice made you lose all your remaining self respect. you inhaled sharply as you felt your heart do yet another skip, before dropping down to your cunt. you tensed slightly, beginning to notice the pool forming in your panties, which were the only thing you were wearing besides a large tshirt severus had lended you.

as if reflex, you wiggled around in his arms trying to make your embarrassingly wet cunt less apparent. you didn’t want to pressure him into doing anything if he wasn’t ready yet.

he hummed softly, loosening his grip on your waist. you turned around to face him, taking in his appearance immediately. his disheveled hair sat perfectly, and his face was pink and slightly puffy from just waking up. his lips were soft and pink, looking more plush than usual. your heart rate quickened slightly as you realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt, only feeding into your inner starvation.

you instinctively rubbed and squeezed your thighs together slightly, gathering the nerve to look him in the eye. as if he could hear your thoughts, he brought a hand up to your chin and brought your face closer to his, lips brushing just enough to tickle.

“i’m afraid we didn’t get to finish what we started last night..” he purred softly, almost a whisper. you inhale sharply, suddenly becoming aware of the poking feeling on your inner thigh.

“yes i suppose so..” you say, closing your eyes cringing slightly. you open your mouth to speak again, but cut yourself off, almost embarrassed to speak your thoughts. severus noticed this, of course.

“you can tell me anything, i promise you can trust me” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, taking time to caress your cheek lovingly. you melted under his touch, living a fantasy. you almost forgot to respond, enjoying the comfort of his touch a bit too intensely.

“right.. um, well it’s just that- last night- i’m-“ you blushed, trying to find the right words as you squirmed uncomfortably in his arms, not liking how he never took his eyes off of you as you spoke.

“we don’t have to continue anything if you don’t wish to, i understand” he said cooly, and for a moment you thought you could see his face drop into one of disappointment, but he never was one to show much emotion for very long.

“no!!” you say, bringing your hands up to his shoulders for comfort and stability, to show him you were really in the moment i guess. “that’s.. that’s what i was trying to say. well- just that if you weren’t comfortable then- if you didn’t want to do anything-“

he cut you off by pressing his lips to yours, and you thought you could almost feel a smile forming on his lips as they fit perfectly against your own. they moved in unison, like they were made for each other. you inhaled through your nose, sighing slightly and wrapping your arms the rest of the way around his shoulders.

after a few moments he pulled away, hand brushing through your hair as his eyes admired every bit of your face. traveling from your lips to your rosy cheeks, from your hair to your dazzling eyes. he too, was seemingly lost in the moment, not sure of what to say.

but sometimes it’s for the better that way, not having words to express yourself. words weren’t needed anymore, and not like anyone would’ve asked but if they did you would have confessed that you’d much rather give up words for just one more moment like this with him.

you silently made eye contact with him, both not wanting to break the silence or ruin the mood you had going. time seemed to sit still for ages until you finally felt his arms snake around your waist once more, this time pulling you with him as he flipped onto his back, resting you on top of him.

you blushed and stabilized yourself on his shoulders again, trying to keep your eyes to yourself but sneakily peeking at his body anyways.

he wasn’t very muscular, but his frame was thin and almost broad. his shoulders were wide and his torso looked as if it barely had enough skin to cover the lanky area. he was awfully pale, almost vampire-ish as you could see his veins through his light skin, traveling down his body. you brought your eyes back up to his, really taking the time to appreciate every crinkle and line on his face as he smiled softly up at you.

the silence remained as you took in a sharp breath and crashed your lips down onto his again. he let out a small sound of surprise but quickly took control despite being below you.

fingers intertwined in each others hair and tongues dancing with one anothers, it became apparent that both of you needed the same thing, and you wanted it as soon as you could get it.

pulling away again, you quickly bring your hands down to his boxers, palming at his obvious arousal and wetting your lips slightly. he groaned, hands finding yours and holding them.

“take them off” he shattered the silence with a careful whisper, sending shivers down your spine as he guided your hands with his to the waistband of his boxers.

you tugged them down just enough for his glazed cock to spring out, aching and begging for you to touch it. he grunted and shimmied his underwear the rest of the way off, discarding them on the floor.

he was already breathing heavily as your hands lightly brushed over his throbbing erection. you smirked slightly, looking down at him as you finally wrapped your whole hand around his girth.

“severus, surely you can’t be this aroused already?” you tease, flicking your finger over the head and feeling the precum gush out.

he sucked in a breathe, trying his best to look indifferent. “clearly i am, ms. y/n, so there’s no reason to be asking a question as silly as that” his hands found your waist and pulled you closer to his chest, resting your bottom half just below his arousal.

getting the memo, you peeled your now soaked panties off and discarded them with his boxers on the floor, now leaving you in just his shirt, but you didn’t bother taking it off; the need to have him inside you right this very minute was too strong.

you shimmy yourself up so your positioned perfectly above his cock. you look down at him, making sure he was ready. before you could sink yourself down his hands gripped your sides and brought you down onto him, remaining in control still.

you moan loudly, taking in his length as it stretched you slightly, the feeling stinging and fulfilling. he groaned and sucked in a breathe through gritted teeth as his dick was clenched inside your warmness, immediately coated in your slick arousal.

you lay on his chest, taking in deep breathes of his scent as he brings yours hips back up, then back down onto him again. you both let out sounds of ecstasy and relief, finally getting the release you needed for so long.

yes, it was just last night you had made a move with each other but the sexual tension had been apparent for quite some time, yet neither of you knew the other felt it as well. now it was obvious you both felt it before as he continued to lift your hips up and bring them back down onto him, whispering little praises that he wasn’t even sure you’d be able to hear.

you felt his body tremble beneath you, and soon enough yours began to do the same. the way his hips jerked up to meet yours as they came down hit that spot inside of you just right, causing you to groan loudly and sink your nails into his torso.

he shuddered as sweat began to bead on his forehead despite the crisp chill of the dungeons, his movements becoming more rapid like he was chasing after something, desperately reaching out for release.

you moan loudly, bouncing on his dick and feeling wave after wave of ecstasy rush through your body, building up and causing a tight knot to form in your lower abdomen.

you shiver and shakily moan “s-severus i’m-“ but he just shushed you, groaning as you tightened around him.

you gasp loudly, nails scratching and clawing at his chest and your body arching up as you release all the pent up sex you had felt, your orgasm washing over you and taking you whole. you breathe heavily and shakily, collapsing on his chest in a cold sweat as he continued to chase his own orgasm, not slowing down his ravishing pace, bringing you up then down, up then down, up then down again until he suddenly groaned, releasing the sexiest sound you think you’d ever heard as his fingers clenched your hips tighter, holding you down as his own orgasm took over him.

you clenched around him as he painted your walls white, releasing everything inside you, not pulling out yet even when everything was settled down. he waited for his breathing to steady once again before lifting you back up and off of him.

there was a loud sucking noise as he pulled you off of him, both of your sexes tired and spent.

once again it felt like words weren’t needed, as if to speak meant to shatter the fragile air around you.

his large, cold arms snaked around you once again, holding you on his chest as his fingers combed through your hair.

“sever-“ you began, but he just shushed you, closing his eyes and taking a deep breathe. he was peculiar that way, you guessed.but nonetheless you enjoyed the silence, even if it meant the exchange between the two of you may never be brought up again, perhaps it was for the better.

but you didn’t give it a second thought, instead drifting back to sleep on his chest and in his arms, the cold air around you seeming scorching on your skin as your mind wandered to other things, eventually becoming unconscious and calm, leaving room for nothing but contentment to fill either of your body’s.

perhaps when you wake up again you’d find that history tends to repeat itself, but one can only hope.

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can you tell i don’t know how to write dialogue LMAOO anywayyssss thank you for reading!!!!! finally out of my drafts

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#snape #professor snape #alan rickman #smut #harry potter #hp #snape smut #severus snape smut #harry potter smut #rickmas2023 #not s f w 💀#severus snape x reader #snape x reader #snape x y/n #snape x you

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loveneversleepss · 4 months

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Santa Tell Me (regular version)

Inspired by Ariana grandes song

Pairing: Lee Know x female reader

Genre: Established relationship, Christmas time, living with the members.

Warnings: none basically.. pretty pg-13 besides kissing, comedy tho 😁, clingy Lee know

W.C:

Naughty version here..

“Baby?” You wake up to Lee know nudging you awake softly, he places a kiss on your cheek. You groan softly as you turn over, head to his chest as you drift off back into sleep. “You have to wake up,” he caresses your cheek softly. Your head comes up against his chest as you let it softly pat against him. Your eyes slowly blink open, your head follows your eyes as you trail up to his face.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” you sigh heavily and push his face away. “Hey! You can’t be mean on Christmas..” he pouts as you sit up straight. “It’s not Christmas yet, it’s only Christmas Eve,” you rub your eyes and adjust to the morning brightness. You slouch your back and turn around to see Lee Know practically throwing a tantrum, hitting the pillow and burying his face into it. You tsk and look at the mirror in front of the bed, you attempt to untangle the rats nest your hair has become overnight with your hands.

“Did you sleep good at least,” he asks and you dramatically turn your head fast to him, giving him a death glare. “Yes, until someone woke me up,” you throw a pillow at him and he catches it. “Well sorryyyy, I missed my girlfriend,” he smiles cheekily at you but his charm doesn’t work on you so early in the mornings. “Don’t start, I’m half-awake..”

You hear a loud commotion coming from somewhere in the dorm, you turn to Lee know. “Guess the boys are up, come on. Time to get ready,” you drag your legs down off the edge of the bed and reluctantly take steps to the door. You open it to meet face to face with a frozen Felix, carrying plastic containers bigger than him. You raise your eyebrow and continue past him to the restroom, not your problem.

You stumble into the bathroom and begin your morning routine; washing your face, brushing your teeth, skincare, etc.. You decide after all you want to take a shower. You turn on the shower and begin to undress, just then, a knock at the door.. more like a bang actually. “OPEN, I NEED TO POOP!” Lee know pushes against the door, you roll your eyes and wrap a tower around you, not to conceal yourself from Lee know. But from the others who might pass by the door when you open it. You open it slightly and he storms in.

“You’re welcome,” you close the door and step into the shower. Dropping the towel behind you, you sigh as the hot water flows down your body. You hear a video playing from his phone, he does it so you can’t hear him doing his business. You hear the loud flush of the toilet and know he’s done, “you want me to join you?” You hear the facet running. Don’t get it wrong, you love showering with him. But the mornings are your time alone, your space to relax. “Um, maybe tomorrow?” He sighs and you hear the door shut.

You feel a little bad, you’ve been neglecting him all morning. You’ll make it up to him for Christmas. You finish up your shower and go into your shared bedroom to find clothes in the closet. In your towel, the cold air sends chills down your back. “Cold, baby?” He appears from behind you, his warm hands place on your shoulders. They drag down and wraps around your waist, his head lays on your shoulder. “Missed me?” You tease him and reach for clothes. “Mhm, a lot,” he turns you around and leans in for a kiss. You let him and give a small peck.

“Hyunggg,” an eager Jeongin knocks at the door. You smile and continue your task as Lee know stumbles to the door. You hear them whispering to each other but it doesn’t faze you as you dress in the closet. You walk out and see he’s getting ready too. In unusual outfit, like he’s going out to dinner or something.. “are you going somewhere?” You ask while drying the tips of your hair. “We.. we are going somewhere,” he walks to you, confusion written all over your face.

“Where are we going?” He kisses your cheek as his hands linger around your waist. “A small trip, the boys are going but.. it’s a better place than here. Way bigger,” he explains as he pulls his shoes on. “Dress more warm okay? I’ll wait for you in the living room. Oh, and we’re staying until tomorrow.” Great. You grab a set of pajamas and more clothes and stuff it into a bag. You begin to wonder where you’re going and what Lee Know has gotten you for Christmas. You pull some boots on and warmer clothes. Completing the look with a beanie and you’re ready.

“Ready,” you grab his hand as you wander into the living room. He grabs your bag and leads you outside. The boys come outside, nosy as ever, and load their belongings too. Everyone pairs up in threes, you, Lee know and Han, apparently he wanted to spend quality time with your boyfriend. Whatever that means.. the time it takes to get to the spot was about an hour. Lee know drove and you had fallen asleep for a couple minutes while Han and him were talking. You heard the keys jingle to shut off the car and he nudged you softly. The snow began to fall as soon as you got out the car.

Your eyes meet with a wooden cabin, surrounded by pine trees that stretch for miles. Very Christmasy and beautiful. He grabs a hold of your hand and walks inside with you. “How about you take this and go find a room for us, hmm?” He whispers into your ear then kisses your head. You listen as you observe your surroundings. “Y/n,” Chan calls you. “You guys can have the only room on this floor. It’s the nicest.” You smile, “thank you, how sweet.”

You walk into the room, the bed covered with white sheets like snow. A queen sized bed, enough room for 4 people. What catches your eye is a fireplace in front of the bed. A rug in front with a couch not far. A tv hangs from above the fireplace. Very cozy. You find it has a bathroom and walk in closet and set down your belongings. The room has a glass sliding door out into a balcony. You stand in front of it but don’t want the cold snow to get inside. “Ooo, this is niceee.” Lee Knows voice makes you smile.

He closes the door and sets his beanie on the bed. He jumps onto the bed like the toddler he is while you go in front of the fireplace. “We can turn it on later if you want,” you turn to see him laying on one hand on his side. You nod your head, “I would like that.” He sits up, “come here.” You walk to the side of the bed, he pulls you on top of him. You get comfortable as your head rises and falls with his breathing. “It’s so nice here..” you whisper, you haven’t been to a place like this in a while. He rubs his hand down your back, soothing you.

“Shall we go see the tree they have?” You sit up quickly while nodding your head. You jump off the bed while he closely follows as you make your way back to the start. He holds your hand as you search for the main room. A tree almost 8 feet tall takes your breath away. There’s presents underneath as the members brought them. Your present to lee know and his to you. You didn’t realize the sun was already going down. The boys are what you assume is the kitchen, drinking wine and preparing for dinner.

The dinner was beautiful, the boys telling stories as they get sentimental a bit. Laughs and cheers were heard all that night. But you couldn’t wait for present opening time, it quickly turned midnight. You had gotten Lee know a trip with his parents to wherever they wanted. You figured they needed some quality time, while you got to babysit his cats 😈. He jumped into your arms as he thanked you for the gift. It was your turn to open the presents. It was a small box so you figured it was jewelry of some sort.

You pulled out a beautiful ring, nothing like you haven’t seen before. A promise ring, engraved with your initials and the date of your anniversary. You teared up a bit as you immediately put it on. You jumped into his arms as well and thanked him over and over again. The night was over and you made your way back into the room with him.

As he promised, he lit the fireplace and you two sat in front of it. He played soft music on the tv as you admired the fireplace. You laughed to yourself, “what’s so funny?” He asks you softly, you turn your head to look at him. “I’m just glad to be with you here,” you fidget with the ring he got you. He kisses you softly, but breaks away after a few seconds. Not wanting to ruin the moment with lust. But you know he respects your desire overall, he would if you wanted it. So you do the only thing you can think of.

You push him onto his back as you crawled into his lap, straddling him.. you lean down to kiss him, igniting your internal fires..

~~~ to be continued

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What would happen if the Sleepy Thrall got sick and needed medical attention?

-- @oliversrarebooks

WOHEO Masterlist So here’s like. My fifth? writing post of the past week… I’m just on the writing grind :3

cw: sickfic, pet whump, multiple whumpers & whumpees, vampire whumpers, captivity hypnotised/brainwashed whumpees

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“Mal…ak?”

Nevan delicately poked his head inside the dimly lit room, the tall, wooden door creaking along.

His vision took a moment to settle into the darkness as he looked toward the thrall’s shared mattress placed beside the vampire’s luxurious bed, fully expecting Malak to be seated atop it.

Strangely, he was not.

“Malak?” Nevan called again softly, turning around the room until his gaze landed on the corner farthest from said mattress.

Huddled up to the wall, curled into a tight ball of his large frame Malak sniveled, nose dribbling with snot and eyes rung sickly red. He rubbed his face with his palms, shielding his vision from bright light sneaking in from the open door. “Oh.”

Nevan carefully stepped inside, shutting the door slowly behind him until it clicked. Arms outstretched in front of him he knelt before the ill thrall. “Malak..? Are you… alright?” He questioned, voice low and gravely, trying purposely to not make enough noise that may elicit or increase a headache.

“Um…” Malak started, peeking the tiniest bit out from his legs. His eyes were wide and shaky, body trembling. “Head… feels weeeird… don’t like.” He mumbled quietly, brows furrowing in muddled confusion. “‘M sorry…”

Nevan placed a hand to his knee, rubbing lightly over his skin with a soft thumb. “It’s fine. Yes… you… you should get back in bed…” he urged, guiding Malak's gaze to the tussled mattress he had wandered out of.

“Nngh…! Noooo… no bed, please…” Malak whined, pushing his frame further into the wall behind him. At least, as much farther as he could, already shoved deep against it.

Nevan sighed. “You… you like it here?”

Malak only nodded weakly in response, his head swaying just the slightest bit from dizziness. Nevan lifted a thermometer between two fingers. “Okay… uh, can… Master Darius told me to take your temperature… again… can, can I?”

For a beat Malak considered allowing him to do so, before giving another slight nod of approval. “Umm… shh… sure…”

“Thank you. Say ah.”

The other man obliged, welcoming the thermometer under his outstretched tongue and accepting it by the grip of his lips. The two waited in silence, Nevan still brushing the other man’s skin as a means of comfort.

“Mm… one oh one.” Nevan read the numbers, disapprovingly.

“I’m sorry… sorryyyy… sorry…” Malak slumped back once again, head lolling onto his buckled shoulders. “Head weird… Nevan.” He whispered, shutting his eyes tight.

Nevan wanted to help him, he really did. He didn’t remember ever having been sick himself, but from the look of how hard it hit Malak, he could almost understand exactly how gross he felt. “No… I’m… I’m sorry.” How could he possibly help? How disgustingly useless.

Malak clawed feebly at his own skin and flesh, wriggling and fidgeting restlessly in his spot and portraying his own agony. “Don’t… don’t, ummm, like it… bad. Bad.” He whined, gratingly, the sound scratching against Nevan’s eardrums.

“Well… you’re, you’re talking a lot. That’s nice.”

“Feels weird… bad…”

Nevan frowned. “Well Master had to, to make you more… awake ‘n stuff so we can help you. That’s good… right?”

Adrastus had been practically forced to ease up on Malak’s enthrallment due to his ill state, him having been doing overall far worse with it as intense as normal. Plus, they required him to be able to communicate his pain in order to aid in his recovery. It was a condition he was, as expected, still adjusting to.

“Good… goood…” Malak mimicked. Nevan grinned, just a little bit from hearing the other man still utilizing one of his common habits even when dreadfully sick.

Before Nevan could open his lips to speak again, the door was nuged open so Adrastus could enter. Their arms were full with further bedding, elegantly lush pillows and blankets gathered for their favorite thrall. “Oh, dear, I’m back.” They bumbled in, heading straight to the thrall’s bed before they took notice of its absence of a body.

The pair followed as their face flipped to further distress in a flash, searching quick for their thrall, before landing on the two. “Nevan!” They exclaimed, recoiling an inch backwards. “You mustn’t be in here, get, get! You might catch it! I know how much you care about your little friend, but we just can’t risk you getting sick as well.”

Adrastus slipped between the thralls as Nevan stood to his feet, heading to leave as the vampire had instructed, but was held back by Malak gripping the bottom of his dress with a deadly grip.

“Goodness, how are you doing, baby? Tell me how you feel. What do you need? I can get you anything.” The vampire fussed, tucking their thrall’s sweat coated curls behind his ears and out of the way of his eyes.

Malak mewled, the edge of his words shaky and cracked as the urge to cry was swelling. “Bad… ickyyy…”

“Yes, love, I know, I know. What’s bad?” They pressed, urgently and needily.

He thought for a moment, processing their wants and questions, scouring for an acceptable answer. “Mmmngh… head… my, mmn, nose…”

“Alright, what can I get you? Umm… medicine? I’ll see if we have any more blankets? Please, baby, I’ll get you anything.” Their tone was growing ever so more distressed by the second, desperate for a solution as they nodded along with his soft but pained mumbles. The edge of their words was tainted with what almost seemed like fear.

Nevan watched their conversation unfold, stomach churning with sick and worry filled unease. He’d never seen Adrastus less than elegantly put together, never without their dignified, strict composure. The sight of them carefully trying to keep up their facade rattled anxiety in his bones.

“Want… want…” Malak gazed gently upward, meeting the other thrall with cloudy eyes that mirrored the still hazy fog of his mind. “Nevaaannnn… Nevaaaannn…!” He continued tugging at the dress flowing from Nevan’s waist, jerking him harder and harder as Nevan struggled against the much stronger man.

“No, no. No Nevan.” Their tone was devoid of anger, rather spewing with urgency. “Nevan. Leave.”

“Nooo! Nevaaann…! Need!”

His head was spinning, being called every which way. He didn’t know what to do, who’s orders to follow. His face was tainted with the scald of flattery, poorly hiding his excitement of someone, especially Malak, expressing a need of him. Him. Though, he knew such defiance was not acceptable.

“No, sweet, Master is right here. Nevan can’t help you, but master can. You could get Nevan sick.” Adrastus corrected with a strained smile, trying their very best to remain calm. “And, you like master more, don’t you? Master’s right here.”

Malak whined again, looking nearly dejected, making Nevan’s heart only hurt further with vigorous compassion. “Sorry… sorry… need, ummm, Nev… annn…”

“No! You are sick! You’re going to get him sick!” Their voice continued rising with stinging heat, shouting at their own thrall while still in a short vicinity. They had dropped any and all lingering peace in their mind, and Nevan jumped back, cowering weakly.

They never yelled at Malak. Never. Both thralls were understandably stuck in place with surprise, salty tears instinctively welling in Malak’s eyes. Nevan wished he could’ve done something, anything, but Adrastus' burning stare was well enough to keep him frozen in place.

“‘M sorry… sorry-”

“Ad, it’s okay, it’s just a fever.” Darius piped up from the back, soft and calm yet unexpected. The three huddled together whipped around to face him, Adrastus’ expression boiling with flushed anger and embarrassment. “He’ll probably get it anyway and they’ll both be fine.”

The other vampire shook their head frantically, a sight that only put Nevan more on edge. “No! N- no, he, he can’t get sick! We can’t let him get sick,

Hester can’t be sick.”

The air flipped the switch to silence, save for their quick and exhausted breaths. Nevan stared dumbly, all he really could do paralyzed by fear. He’d learned full well what happened when a vampire was upset.

Nevan had… never heard such a name before. Of course, not that he could recall, but still. It was sudden, and even Adrastus appeared disturbed that they had let it slip.

“Dear,” Darius interrupted, his voice eerily soothing and kind. He’d never spoken that way. At least not to Nevan, which wasn’t at all surprising. “You need to step away.”

“No, no, I-”

“Ad.” Their lips zipped to a close. “I need you to take a minute.” He looked to his own thrall, who shrunk back with festering fear. “Nevan, take them to the kitchen.”

Malak erupted, moaning in aching agony. “Nooo! Noooo… I need Master! Need… Nevan…”

Adrastus instinctively curled their hands over that of Malak’s, gaze full of unbridled abd desperate saccharine. “But- but what about-”

“Malak will be fine. I’ll stay with him.”

“But, the doctor-”

“Baby, the doctor said the same. He just needs rest and the meds she gave us.”

“Masterrr…!” Malak called again, his words cut apart by thick whimpers and snivels. The sound of his suffering carved deep marks in Nevan’s ears, and even more so Adrastus’.

“But…” they paused, begrudgingly stepping back from their upset thrall. Nevan looked to the other man with sorry eyes as Malak’s face twisted in disappointment as the two headed to leave. “Can I come back…?”

“Of course, Ad. I just need you to calm down, okay?” Darius placed a hand on each shoulder, tenderly guiding them to the door before Malak could continue his outbursts and convince them to stay. “You can take a couple sips from Nevan if you would like.”

“O- okay. Okay. But I’ll be right back to your side, baby. I’ll make sure Nevan is all nice and, and safe and away from any diseases.”

Nevan gave one last small wave to his friend before leaving, Adrastus gripping and squeezing his forearm, biting their lip with unusual nervousness. He tried not to pay too much attention to it. “Thank you, master.”

Though, as the two walked out to the kitchen and he kneeled beside his master, neck craned to show off his throat, even with his brain dazing out from their strong aura, he couldn’t help but dwell on the name they’d previously let slip instead of his.

Just who was Hester?

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