#and his immediate reaction to having wet dreams is 'better tell dad'

[immoralorel]

Newcomer of the fandom here and HOLY SHIT I can’t believe how much bait was in this show.

Orel moaning?? IN THE SECOND EP???

“I think we have a DATE” from Clay to Orel in the third ep???

Omg hello?? God I didn’t ship this at first but WOW now I see why people do.

Hahaha I know multiple people, including myself, who thought that Clay would canonically do something to Orel because of how they acted. I had heard that the episode Nature was really heavy, and assumed it would happen then. (+it happened after Orel's movie premiere, which had the "he lectures me and does nothing else in the study" line)

#the episode pleasure is my favorite for this #because when Orel fantasizes about God... God has the same voice as Clay! #and his immediate reaction to having wet dreams is 'better tell dad' #ahhhh!!!!! #clayorel #ask

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

bullseye | got it bad, m | jjk, kth

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Kim Taehyung really regrets setting up his best friend with Jeon Jungkook, mostly because instead of dealing with one insufferable asshole, he now has to deal with two. He just wants you to come to his art exhibit and support him, and you show up looking like a pimp with Jungkook looking like your escort, sigh.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; you’re a cocky asshole and so is Jungkook; schemes, please save Taehyung; graphic descriptions of various sex acts, smut (fem reader, making out / dry humping / fingering in a public bathroom, threesome smut, mild restraint, nipple play, m-receiving oral, ass / pussy spanking, double penetration / spit-roast, facial, mild dom/sub themes, so much kissing); non-idol!BTS; fuckboy!Jungkook x bisexual, fuckgirl!reader; ft artist, best friend!Taehyung

yup, it’s Butter purple-haired ponytail JK and orange suit Taehyung

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"You have got to be kidding me!"

"Oh, hey, Tae. How's it going?"

"Hey, hyung."

The voices, one irritated, one pleased, one mischievous, all three looking like the epitome of trouble and the eventual subjects of someone's wet dream.

Kim Taehyung marched over to you, purely indignant, his previous honey-brown hair now dyed to the color of black coffee, the long curls pushed back to reveal his forehead. One stray lock brushed against his dark, sculpted brows that were currently furrowed in annoyance. He stopped in front of you and your boyfriend, hands on his hips. He looked handsome as hell in a tailored orange creamsicle suit and gold earrings, white dress shirt neatly pressed.

"Why are you dressed like a pimp?" Taehyung hissed, jabbing your left breast through your dress. "Why are you dressed like his pimp?!" he added, pointing at Jungkook's smirking face.

You blinked innocently at Taehyung, lifting your oversized black fur coat sleeve to place a delicate hand on your chest, completely unbothered by his harsh reaction to your appearance. Your nails were a gradient from black to white, ever-so-slightly pointed, but not too long to be inconvenient.

Just enough to show you meant business.

Oh, and also you were wearing mock-neck, halter-style minidress that faded from black to white, molded to your every curve. It perfectly matched Jungkook's gradient black-to-white suit. Every step was accented with a sharp click, you in sleek black high-heels and him in glossy black oxfords, dangerous from head-to-toe.

Yes, Jungkook and you were that couple.

"Is that a t-shirt?" Taehyung snapped, switching to prodding Jungkook’s pecs, who grinned in response. You shrugged, the shoulders of your fur coat sliding down so that it now rested on your elbows, exposing your shoulders.

"He thought about not coming with one, but I advised him the other visitors would be too distracted by his sexiness to view your art," you explained, bowing as if you had done a great service.

"And I told her they would be to distracted with her amazing legs, but it's better not to cover them because I like looking," Jungkook chuckled, placing an arm around your waist and pulling you to him possessively.

Taehyung facepalmed.

"I regret paying matchmaker to the two biggest egos I know," he mumbled through his fingers, glaring at the two of you.

"Hey, we kept it low profile. Neutrals."

Taehyung pointed to your boyfriend's hair, pulled back into a sleek ponytail. "Hello? His hair is fucking purple."

You waved his comment away dismissively. "Well, besides that."

"You're a class-A asshole."

"Still makes me high class," you replied with a wink.

"This is really nice, hyung," Jungkook cut in between your bickering. "There’s quite a lot of people here already. I didn't know you were so talented and popular. As expected from my girl's best friend, eh?"

Taehyung winced, rubbing the back of his neck, ears turning red. "Eh... it's not a big deal..." he muttered, but you could tell he was enjoying the praise.

"Of course, it is, Tae," you chuckled, pulling out of Jungkook's grasp to hug him, squeezing him between your fur-covered arms. "You've worked so hard to be able to display your paintings at such a nice venue. I'm proud of you."

Taehyung laughed shyly, hugging you back. "Ahaha... thanks, as usual." He planted a light kiss on the top of your head. "I'm happy you guys came."

You grinned. "Indeed. You needed visitors to match the space," you drawled, sweeping your arms in a grandiose gesture to the glass cases of Taehyung's paintings, crisp white walls, and black marble flooring.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, smiling despite being over your antics. "Not sure I need a high-end escort and his pimp sauntering around..."

"When are your parents arriving? I want to introduce them to Jungkook," you interrupted, tugging on Jungkook's arm and making his cheeks flush pink.

"Like this?! Are you serious, my parents are going to have a heart attack once they realize there's a male version of you!"

"Aw, come on, your dad loves seeing me!"

"That's because you both are always up to no good... fucking always pulling pranks on me... I'm actually glad they're stuck in traffic now..."

-

You slid your thumb into his mouth, smirking as you heard his muffled whine. He was trying to stay quiet, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, whimpering as you rubbed his tongue with the pad of your finger. One of your legs was hooked around his waist and he was holding it up with one hand. His other between your legs, fingers hooking underneath your panties.

“Fuck, I love looking at you, Jungkook,” you whispered, leaning forward, shuddering at the feeling of his saliva pooling around your thumb, your own tongue snaking out and tracing the air right between his open lips.

Jungkook moaned softly and shoved two fingers inside your tight, wet pussy.

You pulled your thumb out and crashed your lips to his, letting your satisfied exhale into his throat, your name trapped between his lungs and your hungry mouth, kissing him deeply as he plunged his fingers in and out, pressing your body into the wall of the bathroom stall. Shivers up and down your spine, back arching to feel even more of his chest against yours, frustrated at the clothing between you and him, but still hot and exciting, your hands circling his head and playing with his ponytail, rolling your hips into his rough thrusts.

You tried to break free and moan, but Jungkook captured you with his lips, forcing your noises into his mouth to silence them, rubbing his erection against your hip and thigh, the sound between your legs getting louder because you were getting wetter, closer, your eyes cracking open and seeing his half-open too, staring at you with lust and love, determined to push you over the edge, even in the men’s bathroom where Kim Taehyung’s art exhibit was being held.

Hey, you both waited until you had a nice, long conversation with Taehyung’s parents where his mom drilled Jungkook with questions about what he did and what kind of person he was. His dad, in contrast, seemed to approve of Jungkook and gave him a hearty slap on the arm, telling him trouble and trouble often went well together. Then you and Taehyung’s dad had a praise fest about his son, which made Taehyung turn beet-red in embarrassment. Both of you meant it all, of course.

But, also, both of you enjoyed embarrassing Taehyung in public. It was fun.

Yeah, dads loved you.

You couldn’t imagine why that was.

All that aside, after Taehyung's parents bid their son goodbye, Jungkook dragged you into the men's bathroom and began to make out with your face.

He contained himself for a few hours. It was a valiant effort, living off only groping your ass a couple times, but a man can only take so much when you’re looking like a five-course meal and he’s aware that you’re willing to let him eat, you know?

No? Oh, well.

Maybe that’s just your problem.

Also, yes, maybe you discreetly teased him a couple times by rubbing your ass on his crotch and pressing your tits against his back. Maybe.

You lowered one of your hands, cupping your fingers around his length, sighing in his mouth, feeling how perfectly rock-hard he was, knowing you couldn’t have it and he couldn’t give it to you, not yet, but soon, his deep snarl at your touch, fuck, kisses intensifying, shoving his fingers into you all the way to the knuckle, the wet squish audible and obscene, the adrenaline of danger and satisfaction creeping you closer and closer to your high. His thumb came up and grazed your clit, making you close your eyes and rock your hips into his touch, moaning his name into his own mouth, his force of his fingers pushing his thumb against your throbbing clit hard and fast, the scent of black coffee and lush dragon fruit on his skin and yours, mixing with the sweetness of your orgasm as you wailed in glorious triumph, clutching his head with your hand and his waist with your leg, your other one shaking with strain as each pulse shook you, squeezing his clothed length in your hand, wanting it and pulling back to tell him just that in hot whispers, his soft moan against your mouth, whispering back, your name and his desire, his dark brown eyes nearly black with lust.

“Shit, you know how bad I want to fuck you, right now,” Jungkook panted.

“Please don’t.”

Huh?

You raised an eyebrow at the annoyed baritone voice. “Taehyung?”

“Do you know how long I’ve been standing here, knocking on this bathroom stall, you absolute horndogs?”

You heard him gritting his teeth, his voice nearly a deep growl. You did what any natural person would do.

Reached over and unlocked the door, letting it swing open to reveal your and Jungkook’s grinning faces.

His fingers remained very firmly inside your pussy, barely covered by the hem of your dress. You swept your arm back so your fur coat was out of the way. Always considerate. Taehyung stood at the opening of the door, hands on his hips, orange blazer flaring out with his posture, immediately throwing up his hands and jerking his head away once he realized that, yes, of course, you two would not bother covering up anything.

“Fucking – shit, get your hands off her, man, go home to do that–”

Jungkook began to slide his fingers out, scissoring them with a wet squish and you mewled, slightly exaggerated and performative.

“Oh my God, never mind, stop, leave them in there,” Taehyung snarled, realizing he was facing the mirror and therefore could still see both yours and Jungkook’s smug smirks. He abruptly turned ninety degrees, now facing the wall, giving you both the side eye. “The fuck is wrong with you people? Do you have any decency?”

“Sure, we do,” you chirped.

“Yeah, that’s why we’re in the bathroom,” Jungkook added, softly rubbing your clit and making you bite your lip, enjoying it very, very much.

A muscle in Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched. “Public bathroom,” he snapped, rubbing his forehead. “Fuck, what if it wasn’t me who walked in here? What if It was some goddamn stranger listening to this shit?”

“Speaking of which,” Jungkook mused, cocking a brow. “Normal people would just leave. Why did you stay and listen?”

You didn’t say anything. You were simply happily grinding on his hand, the gentle pressure creating a constant ecstasy that you were completely satisfied with, one hand hooked around Jungkook’s neck, waiting for Taehyung to answer with a huge, amused grin on your face. Taehyung knew everything about you.

It almost meant you knew everything about Taehyung.

He rolled his eyes. “You act like I’ve never heard her orgasm before. Big fucking deal.”

Jungkook gave him a pair of incredibly wide eyeballs that indicated that, yes, that was kind of a big deal.

“Tae was my first kiss.”

“What?’ Jungkook blurted, snapping his head back to you.

You shrugged. “We were, like, eight. Just wanted to know what kissing was.”

Jungkook blinked very rapidly, stunned.

His two fingers were still inside you.

You scrunched up your face, thinking. “We were also each other’s first head and fuck too. Although it wasn’t very good.”

“You were a bit shit,” Taehyung interjected.

“It took you five whole minutes to aim. Even a watermelon would be dry at that point.”

Jungkook was still trying to process that you were each other’s first kiss with his fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. “W… What? Why aren’t you guys dating?”

You snorted. “I can’t do that. He’s like my brother.”

Taehyung stuck his tongue out. “And she’s like my sister. That’s weird.”

Jungkook finally yanked his fingers out of you and threw out his hands in disbelief. “And being each other’s first times for – shit, basically everything – isn’t weird?”

Your eyes flickered to Jungkook’s soaked fingers, your cum stuck between them in viscous strings. Ooh, sexy. You licked your lips, breaking out in a pleased smirk. Taehyung spied what you were looking at and facepalmed. Jungkook seemed to notice too and turned to look at it, suddenly forgetting the whole discussion.

And put his cum-covered fingers into his mouth, moaning deliciously around them.

Taehyung made a horrified face in the mirror, making eye contact with you.

“Um, gross!”

“Eh, shut up, Tae, not like you haven’t done it in front of me before.”

“Well, I don’t wanna watch Jungkook do it,” he shot back, spinning around to glare at you. “He’s your boyfriend!”

You quirked an eyebrow. “You’ve seen other guys do it before when we’ve had threesomes. Plus, you’ve watched me open my mouth with other men’s cum in it so you could cum in my mouth too.”

Jungkook choked on his own fingers.

“WHAT?” he roared.

“You weren’t serious about them!” Taehyung flicked his hand, completely ignoring Jungkook. “And you’re my go-to when the girls I’m seeing want to experience a threesome, so I was just doing you a favor!”

Your boyfriend was having a mild heart attack and neither you nor Taehyung seemed to notice, too busy bickering about your strangely integrated sex lives.

“What’s the difference? It’s just Jungkook. You guys are friends.”

“Yeah, extra reason why I don’t want to sit around and imagine him slurping from your vagina. I gotta look into his eyes later!”

You raised your hands, shaking your head. “So what? You’ve seen my other sex partners in public and never said much about it. Why are you making such a fuss now?”

“Because!” Taehyung flung his hands, stamping a foot on the tile floor in frustration, his handsome features twisted into despair, hands on his head and messing up his dark brown hair. “Because you’re going to stop being my friend now that you’re serious about someone and I can’t do anything about it because that someone is Jungkook and I actually like the guy! I’m fucking happy for you and shit, but, fuck, fuck, what am I gonna do when you’re not in my corner anymore?”

Your jaw dropped, shocked.

“Tae, what are you talking about–?”

He spun around, about to run out, but you were faster, grabbing his arm and pulling him back, yanking him into a fierce hug. And, just like that, Taehyung was that awkward, weird kid in elementary school again, not wanting to admit he was scared and frightened of the big mean boys teasing him about his odd drawings and strange thought processes, calling him a dorky alien. He grabbed your shoulders, shivering, holding back tears.

“No one’s gonna protect me…” Taehyung sniffed, burying his face in your hair. “If you’re gone, I can’t be brave…”

“Hey, you know that’s not true,” you chastised lightly, squeezing him. “You’ve become strong, all on your own. You know that. That whole exhibit is filled with your art. You even got offers to buy some of your pieces. Isn’t that amazing?” You pulled back and placed your hands on Taehyung’s cheeks, smiling up at him kindly. He still looked gloomy and uneasy, lower lip sticking out. “Come on, you know I’m right, Van Gogh,” you teased, pinching his cheeks a little. He fidgeted, frown lessening. “I will always, always be in your corner. No matter what. No guy is going to make me stop being friends or supporting you. You need me to knock someone’s front teeth out, give me the time and place and I got your back.”

“That’s going to send you to jail,” he muttered, smiling slightly.

“Then I’ll go to jail. That’s just glorified detention because they give you free meals.”

He laughed, still with a tinge of anxiousness. “You promise you won’t stop being my best friend over some guy?”

You grinned. “You’ll always be my best friend, Tae. I just happen to really enjoy his company and his dick. You know, a girl has needs.”

He stuck his hand out childishly, pinky sticking out. “Pinky promise me.” Then he stuck his other hand out. “Actually, double pinky promise me.”

You crossed your wrists over each other and pressed your pinkies to his, squeezing his hands tightly.

“I promise I’ll always be your best friend.”

“Uh, guys, you’re kinda making me feel like a third wheel…”

Jungkook might as well have been a bathroom sink to Taehyung and you in this moment.

Taehyung nodded firmly to you. “Okay. You promised. You better keep it.”

You rolled your eyes. “When have I ever broken a promise to you?”

“Hmm, I guess you’re right…” All of a sudden, he looked down at your hands and wrenched his own out of them. “Oi! Where have those hands been, young lady?” He looked at his open hands with a repulsed scowl. “You better not have touched his dick and then my hands without washing yours! That’s disgusting!”

“Hey, I take offense to that,” Jungkook retorted heatedly. “My dick is perfectly clean and she didn’t get to touch me yet because you busted in and interrupted us–”

“What are you going on about, you’ve touched my hands after I’ve given handjobs! I didn’t hear you complaining!”

“He’s done what–?”

“I keep telling you that’s different, this is Jungkook, a man you actually love, and here I thought you were incapable of that.” Taehyung spoke over Jungkook, jabbing his finger into his palm to drive his point home. “You get that sparkly shit in your eyes when you talk about him and it makes me want to puke–”

“I do not get sparkly shit in my eyes, what the fuck does that even mean?”

“You literally will not shut up about how pretty he is!”

“He is pretty! Look at him!” You banished your arms in Jungkook’s direction like he was your first-place trophy on display, which he might as well be at this point with how much attention either of you were giving him. At least he looked the part.

Taehyung rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, throwing his whole head back. “I can give you pretty. You’ve been telling me I’m handsome all my life.”

“Why don’t we just have a threesome?”

Silence.

Both you and Taehyung jerked your heads to Jungkook, jaws dropped at his suggestion.

The door to the men’s bathroom opened and an old man bounced in, humming to himself.

He saw you.

He stopped, tilting his head. Then he looked from Jungkook to Taehyung and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Love triangle or sexy night, boys?”

Taehyung choked on air. “Not a love triangle.”

“Oooh, sexy night.” The old man gave you two thumbs up. “I’d love to join, but I’ll back out this time.”

You laughed heartily as Jungkook and Taehyung grabbed your arms, pulling you out of the men’s bathroom, not about to discuss a possible threesome in front of some old guy who vaguely offered to make it a foursome.

You made sure to give the old man a wink, sticking your head back in the open door to say, “Maybe next time, eh?”

The old man cackled and Taehyung slapped a hand over your mouth, dragging you out.

“Please shut up, I fucking swear…”

-

“So, why is it different?”

Somehow both you and Jungkook had dragged your best friend into your apartment and tied him to a chair. One of those nice wooden ones with plenty of openings to slip cotton rope through. Probably not what Kim Taehyung thought he was going to do right after his art exhibition, but judging by his peeved, unsurprised face, it wasn’t a completely unexpected result either.

You had pulled up another chair to sit in front of him, still wearing your fur coat, knees between his knees, mostly because Taehyung was forced to spread them because of how you tied the knots.

“I think I hate you,” Taehyung muttered.

“Nah.”

“At least a little bit.”

You slipped the shoulders of your coat down, exposing your skin, casually crossing your arms under your breasts and leaning forward, smiling sweetly at Taehyung. His dispassionate face basically said, ‘go-suck-your-own-dick’. He tried to pulled his arms free.

“Don’t rip your blazer.”

“Bite me.”

“You gonna answer my question?” you asked, redirecting the conversation.

Taehyung clicked his tongue. “I told you. It’s because I can tell you love him.”

You broke your playful demeanor for a second, smiling broadly. “Really?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, you dork.”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever felt like more of a third wheel in my entire life even though you’re talking about how much you love me,” Jungkook said behind you. He was sitting on the couch, as the chairs had been repositioned in the living room.

Taehyung pursed his lips. “That’s why I got scared, you know…” He leaned forward a bit, pouting. “What if you spend so much time with him that you forget about me? What if you guys break up and you blame me?” If he was untied, he would be nervously picking at his lower lip with his right hand right now. Instead, he chewed on it, worried expression clouding his strong features.

You shook your head, reaching out to fluff his brown hair. “You think too much. Why would I blame you over a breakup? If anything, I’d be dragging you out so you can help me keep a record of how many people I can fuck in a night.”

Taehyung made a face. “Why can’t you be normal and cry while eating chocolate?”

“You know I don’t like chocolate.”

“You don’t like chocolate?” Jungkook choked in disbelief.

“I have to fuck my problems away, Tae. That’s the best way to deal with them.”

He rolled his eyes. “You need to see a therapist.”

“Nah, I got you.”

Suddenly Jungkook’s face appeared because you two, sitting on the coffee table.

“How do you not like chocolate?” he pressed, staring at you.

You blinked at him. “I mean, I don’t hate it. I’m just not crazy about it like some people. Isn’t that better for you? I can give you all the chocolate that I receive.”

This thought didn’t seem to have crossed Jungkook’s mind. He grinned, highly pleased with this result.

“You’re even going to give him your chocolate?” Taehyung gasped, affronted. “That’s it, this friendship is over. I can’t believe you would betray me like this!”

You placed your hands on his knees. Taehyung huffed.

“You want me to untie you now?” you asked, patting his thigh and ignoring his dramatic outburst.

“Why? I thought we were going to have a threesome.”

Both you and Taehyung whipped your heads to blink at Jungkook. He smiled innocently, which did not look innocent at all with his sleek purple ponytail and mischievous eyes.

“Nobody agreed to that.”

“Yeah, Jungkook,” you sided with Taehyung. “Nobody agreed to that.”

“Aw, come on,” he nudged, grinning. “You guys have obviously touched each other before, right? And I can totally trust hyung not to fall in love with you.”

“Because my preferred type wouldn’t hump me in a public bathroom,” your best friend muttered.

“I’m sensing judgement here, Kim Taehyung. Watch your mouth,” you warned.

“Choke on my dick.”

“We can start with that,” Jungkook chirped cheerfully.

“Why do you want this, anyway?” You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend. “You never expressed any interest in threesomes before. I assumed you were too selfish for that.”

“I am.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Jungkook grinned devilishly.

“But I also wanna see you get spit-roasted.”

“Don’t–” Taehyung began.

Jungkook spread his legs, revealing his erection straining in his slacks. Taehyung snapped his head away, groaning an annoyance, disappointed but not surprised that your boyfriend had zero shame. Jungkook bit his lower lip, tiny mole underneath quivering, excitement and lust in his dark brown eyes, looking right at you eagerly. He purred your name. Taehyung visibly cringed.

“You know I would…” you drawled softly, reaching over to squeeze Jungkook’s thigh. “But I don’t think Tae is into it right now.”

“Yeah, I’d only do it if I was horny and desperate.”

“Then why do you have a boner?”

Both you and Taehyung whipped your heads down to see his dick trying to bust out of his pants.

He glared at it. “You traitor.”

“Are you talking to your dick?”

“Look,” Taehyung snapped, letting out a puff of breath and frowning at Jungkook. “I’m not immune, okay? She’s hot, sure. Absolutely one of the sexiest, most beautiful women I know.”

“Aw, so sweet!” you interrupted, smacking his leg in mock bashfulness.

“And,” he gritted, shooting you a scowl. “I might be horny and desperate, sure.”

“So, what’s the problem?” Jungkook inquired, smug smirk on his face.

“Well, you’ll get jealous, for one.”

Jungkook blinked, confused. “What?”

“Taehyung has a big dick.”

You said it so nonchalantly that Jungkook was speechless.

“Mhm.”

“Not as nice as Jungkook’s dick though.”

“Excuse me? I am offended.”

“You honestly need to improve your technique. You think your size alone is all that matters? Jungkook’s the whole package, great dick, cute smile, diligence, strength, always up for anything, perfect duality–”

“Shit, shut up about him, I get it, he’s the hottest thing to walk on this earth, now stop verbally jerking him, he’s not gonna agree–”

“Kiss him.”

You and Taehyung froze.

Eyes flickering to Jungkook, who raised an eyebrow challengingly.

“Kiss him,” he repeated.

Eyes back to Taehyung, who was breathing hard.

“Only because I’m horny and desperate,” he growled.

The corner of your lips ticked upwards.

“Got it bad, eh, Tae?”

You placed your hands on his thighs, sliding down, rising off your chair. You felt Taehyung’s muscles tense, narrowing his eyes. He tried to keep up his severe front, borrowing your tendency to use arrogance to hide your true feelings.

“Isn’t that you?” he challenged. “Need me to satisfy you even though you have Jungkook now?”

You smirked, seeing right through him. “You always give me such blessed service though.”

Something flared in his brown orbs, pupils expanding as you neared. “Don’t.” Your head tilted at his tone, almost pleading, and still you advanced, your soft inhale ghosting his lips. His gaze was on your face the entire time, swallowing hard, anticipation creeping into his stern expression.

“Don’t what?” you whispered teasingly.

“Don’t say it in front of him.”

“But you like it.”

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t need to know my embarrassing turn-ons.”

“What if I slip?”

He clenched his jaw. “Fuck, fine, whatever.”

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek, licking your teeth slowly, maintaining eye contact. Your words a low hiss, laced with pure lust.

“My good little angel, let this devil corrupt you.”

Taehyung whimpered and you closed in on his lips, kissing him deeply, straddling his lap, rolling your hips into his, voracious, greedy kisses, Taehyung gasping in your mouth as you bounced on his crotch, your spread legs causing the hem of your dress to rise, popping over your ass, moaning into his mouth as you worked him under you, his body familiar and comforting. His tongue encircled yours, whining for more, and you mumbled sweet nothings to him, remembering all the things he loved to hear, and he gave you all the things you loved, the neediness in his kiss, the desperation of his hips rising to add more friction. You weren’t exactly immune to Taehyung either. You could control yourself, normally.

But Jungkook gave you the green light, so you went all in.

Your hands were in his hair, tangled in the strands of black coffee, murmuring in his lips, sweet angel, and Taehyung moaned, fiercely thrusting his hips up and you sitting down on it, already wet, sighing satisfyingly at the feeling of his impressive length straining to reach your dripping heat, too many layers of fabric between them.

“Such a good boy doing such bad things,” you purred against his lips, amused at seeing your lipstick all over his mouth.

Taehyung looked up at you with glazed brown eyes, a tinge of unease in them. Maybe he didn’t want to show Jungkook his vulnerable side. You could understand that. You didn’t mind playing your role but Taehyung was more guarded. He didn’t like to be criticized or judged for the things he liked. You noticed his gaze flicker to Jungkook and then back to you.

You tilted your head and cradled his, running your fingers through his hair. “You want me to stop, I’ll stop,” you cooed gently, kissing his ear.

“I don’t want you to stop,” he breathed, so quietly you barely heard it. “I don’t want him to judge me.”

You chuckled. “I wouldn’t worry about that.”

Taehyung made a disbelieving noise.

“Something wrong?” Jungkook asked behind you, sounding curious and confused that his show was paused.

“Mhm, need you to take my coat,” you replied, pulling back, lowering your arms so Jungkook could stand behind you and remove it. You slid your hands out elegantly, seeing Taehyung’s messy dark hair and lipstick-stained lips. You heard Jungkook back up and you reached into Taehyung’s blazer, pulling out his handkerchief and dabbing at his mouth, carefully wiping it off.

“We can stop,” your reminded him gently.

“No,” he growled, frowning. “I’ve got a massive boner and it’s all your fault. Get me off.”

You grinned. “Alright, angel.”

You saw Taehyung bite his lip, shivering at your words. You couldn’t remember how this started, but it always worked. The roleplaying helped with the whole ‘having-sex-with-your-best-friend’ thing ten times less awkward, and it made it much easier for him and you to get off.

Unfortunately, it also was starting to make both of you much hornier while having sex with each other.

Whoops.

He clicked his tongue, raising his head, eyebrow cocked.

“Dirty little devil.”

You smirked. Taehyung’s voice was always sexier when he was aroused, deep and sultry.

One by one, you undid the buttons of his dress shirt, kissing at his exposed chest, the deep rich tone of his tan skin standing out against the white, his eyes closing at your touch, running your tongue down his sternum and blowing on it.

He shuddered, moaning your name, long and sweet.

You shifted, intending to push the chair behind you back, but it was gone. Instead, your ass backed up into a pair of very muscular legs. You paused, turning your head to see behind you.

“Jungkook–”

A firm hand stopped you, forcefully jerking your head back to Taehyung’s chest.

“Look forward,” Jungkook commanded.

A shiver down your spine at his tone. You smirked, peering up at Taehyung, who smiled.

“He jealous?”

“I’m not,” Jungkook snapped, grabbing your ass.

“A little bit,” Taehyung chuckled, and now he was smirking too.

Eerily similar to you, because who else would he learn such a devious expression from? You taught him well. You hummed, yanking Taehyung’s shirt open and pushing it to his shoulders, his naked torso now exposed to your eyes and mouth.

“Can’t imagine why. This was his idea.”

Taehyung jerked his head to you as you lowered yours to his chest. “What?”

But your lips closed around his nipple and he gasped, sputtering, confused, and then moaning as you moaned, Jungkook yanking down your panties and slapping your ass with his open palm, the sting added to the disapproving hiss of your name.

“He’s not supposed to know. I didn’t do all that acting for nothing,” he snarled, and your response was wiggling your ass, nipping your teeth over Taehyung’s chest, his handsome features twisted in ecstasy and pleasure, the tip of your tongue teasing his other nipple, pushing it around with your strong, wet, warm muscle.

“Whoops.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you and your not-so-innocent tone.

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “Such a bad little devil. You need some punishment.”

“He already knew?” Taehyung gritted, glaring daggers at your grinning face, saying nothing, your deft fingers undoing his pants. “Answer me, woman.”

Jungkook was positioning your lower half, ass up, legs spread, pussy exposed to his eyes and hand, your dripping core tense with anticipation. When he spoke, his voice was deep and silvery, laced with danger and desire.

“Answer him.”

And he spanked your pussy, making you cry out and leak between his fingers, the sudden sting of pain so nice, and you had the audacity to continue giving Taehyung that infuriatingly smug expression as you dragged his pants and underwear to his knees, freeing his stiff length that stuck straight up, your body repeatedly lurched forward by Jungkook’s open palm on your soaked slit, your juices splattering on his hand and the inside of your thighs. With a smirk, you lowered your head.

“Mhm, he knew… ah, fuck, yes, Jungkook, just like that…” you sighed in satisfaction, tongue snaking out and wrapping around the head of Taehyung’s cock, bobbing your mouth up and down like that, stimulating just the tip, paying extra attention to the underside of the head. “Sorry, Tae.”

“Swallow me whole,” he growled. “Now.”

You were ready to do it, of course, but you felt Jungkook’s hand clap onto your leaking, heated pussy lips, and the other danced up your back, so you waited, letting him grab your head and push you down, not quite as roughly as he would have if he was actually being mean, but with enough pressure that you knew he just wanted to do the physical action, wanted to feel the power even if there was no maliciousness behind it.

Your lips closed around Taehyung’s pulsing, hard length, taking it all, a familiar girth stretching out your jaw. You made a light gagging sound as the head hit the back of your throat, not quite suffocating, but enough to indicate, stop pushing me, and Jungkook lifted the weight off your head, still gripping your hair, messing up your perfected style of the night.

“That’s a good girl, swallowing all that dick,” he purred, sliding a finger into you.

You whined, clenching your walls around it, squeezing tight, wanting more.

“Suck.”

You did, obediently, looking up at Taehyung, his head tipping back, low moans escaping his throat as your tongue squirmed at the base of the head in your throat, muscles clinching around his cock, your lips around the base. You swiped your tongue down, stretching it out even farther, past your lips, slurping nosily at his balls, flicking them rapidly with the tip, feeling him get harder and harder, twitching against the roof of your mouth, bending a little due to the lack of space.

“Fuck, let go of her head, fuck!”

Jungkook released you and you grabbed Taehyung’s hips, starting a fast, intense pace, swirling your tongue around his cock, another long finger wiggling into your slick folds, thrusting into you from behind, your legs shaking with strain, Taehyung moaning louder and louder, filling up your apartment with his lust.

“Don’t fucking stop, fuck, you have the devil’s tongue, a-ah, it’s so fucking good…”

Jungkook scissored his fingers in you, the squelching sound loud and lewd, and you spied Taehyung tipping his head back, panting, watching Jungkook finger you from behind, his other hand smacking your ass periodically to watch it bounce and hear you moan, your hips bucking back into his hand every time you ascended from Taehyung’s cock.

“Give her another,” he gasped. “Stuff her more.”

Jungkook snickered. “For an angel, you’re all about the punishment, hm?”

But he did as he was told, shoving another finger in you and you whined, nearly popping your mouth off Taehyung’s thick length, stopping only because of imposing baritone.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Take it all. Or are you telling me you can’t? Telling me you’ve lost your touch?”

You went back down, narrowing your eyes, rising to his challenge. Your best friend knew everything about you and therefore he knew that the second he made it a question of your ability, well, that brought out the best in you.

“Fuck!”

Also made you almost vacuum his dick, but he asked for it.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuuuck!”

Tighter, faster, tongue all over, nearly forgetting Jungkook was touching you at all because Taehyung had doubted you and you weren’t having that shit, fuck no, not even with Jungkook’s free hand snaking between your legs and feeling for your clit, rubbing it at the same furious pace you were blowing Taehyung’s jerking cock, tipping your head back and angling it so the head scraped against the roof of your mouth, locking your knees to prevent the shudders of pleasure from ruining your rhythm, so good, fuck, feeling so good with the pumping of Jungkook’s powerful fingers, electric satisfaction radiating from your throbbing clit, clutching Taehyung’s hips so hard he was getting indents from your nails, determined to get him there before you, and, by the sound of his breathless cries of your name and the trembling of his impressive girth, he was there.

“Yes, a-ah, you’re so good, so fucking good, I’m gonna cum, oh, fuck!”

His orgasm exploded, flooding your mouth with a gush of saltness, thick strings of cum painting the back of your throat, and you gulped it all down greedily, eyes rolling back, the tense coil inside you snapping and drenching Jungkook’s hands with your own orgasm, your legs unlocking and giving out, shaking and flinching as wave after wave of vicious pleasure flooded through you, Jungkook’s strong arms holding you up, moaning at the feeling of your pussy convulsing around his fingers, still lightly rubbing your clit through your orgasm, whines and whimpers crammed in your throat due to Taehyung’s cock in your mouth, sliding all the way to the base and swallowing around it, because you knew he loved it, wanted it, craved it, groaning carnally, the head swelling and pulsing, nearly suffocating you.

“Feels so f-fucking good… a-ah, yeees…”

You stayed in the position for as long as you could, a good minute, before backing up with a choked gasp, clutching Taehyung’s thighs, eyes drifting up to his and he looked down at you, fucked-out, content, grateful, black-brown curls falling all over his forehead and cheeks, so casually sexy and perfect.

“Good angels always taste the best,” you rasped, licking your abused lips.

Taehyung grinned.

“Untie me, devil.”

“Damn, you do have a big dick.”

“… Stop looking.”

“Why? I wanna see what she put in her mouth.”

You teased the head with the tip of your tongue, smirking. Taehyung looked away, ears turning red.

“You two are shameless.”

“Yeah, but you like it,” you laughed, straddling his lap, casually leaning over him to untie him. You heard Jungkook make a clicking sound and you assumed he was making a frame with his hands and miming taking a photo.

“Stop that,” Taehyung muttered, face full of your covered breasts. “Oi, take your clothes off if you’re gonna squash my face with your tits.”

You rammed your chest into his face to muffle his protests.

-

“Mmm, yes, no faster way to make me limp than you sucking Jungkook’s face off.”

You were too busy grabbing Jungkook’s naked ass and moaning in his mouth, tongue on tongue, purple strands brushing against your forehand, his hands on your ass and squeezing it roughly, rutting his rapidly hardening cock against your thigh.

“You want me to leave you guys alone?”

You broke the kiss, snapping your head around to see Taehyung raising an eyebrow at you from the head of your bed, completely naked. Jungkook continued slowly humping your thigh, peaking pre-cum all over and adding to his own stimulation.

“Are you done being an insufferable shit or what?” you glowered.

“Mmm, no.”

“Hmph, fine, just fuck me from behind then if you’re so needy,” you sighed, turning back to Jungkook’s amused smirk.

“No. I want the mouth again.”

You and Jungkook shared a confused look. “Huh, why?” you both said at the same time, looking at him in unison.

Taehyung lifted his chin defiantly, pointing to you. “I wanna stuff my dick into your mouth and fuck your face because you tricked me.”

You gasped, feeling slighted. “I told you it was Jungkook’s idea, why am I getting punished? You schemed against me first!”

He shrugged. “You corrupted him so, technically, it’s all inherently your fault.”

You protested as Jungkook laughed, pushing you into position despite you verbally fighting back.

“What! All I did was exist! Is it my fault that Jungkook was thirsting after my ass and you decided it would a taste of my own medicine, only to have it backfire in your face? And what if I wanna look at his handsome face? Huh? Why am I not getting a say in – mhpf!”

You yelped as Jungkook and Taehyung shoved your face first into Taehyung’s crotch, his semi-hard cock smacking you in the cheek and getting a mouthful of his nuts.

“Lick.”

They both said it at the same time. You saw them share a look of surprise, shocked that they were thinking the same thing, ignoring you.

Hey, nobody ignores you.

You wrapped your lips around one of his balls and sucked, tongue surrounding it, causing Taehyung to squeal and spread his legs, his cock swelling instantly, especially as your tongue poked out and lapped at the other while sucking intently.

“Good little devil,” Jungkook praised, patting you on the head before backing up, leaving you to rearrange Taehyung’s nuts with your mouth, licking and sucking all over, him gasping and moaning above you, falling back against the headboard.

“You’re crazy, fucking crazy…”

You switched sides, pressing your lips into his crotch to stuff your mouth full before sticking your tongue out and wiggling it on the underside of the other, his thick length now hitting you in the nose, and you realized Taehyung wasn’t going to help you with this, so you internally sighed and reached up to grab his dick and stroke it slowly as you continued your make-out session with his nuts.

Taehyung was chanting your name over and over like it was a prayer, as if he was saying it in attempt to ask for his soul to be saved.

You felt the bed bow and you lifted your head as far as it could go, which wasn’t very far because you still had one of Taehyung’s balls still in your mouth. You were still sucking on it.

He moaned above you, clutching your pillows for dear life.

You heard a condom being opened and felt Jungkook’s knees spread yours, deep silvery voice purring your name.

“Wanna see you take two dicks at once, naughty devil,” he teased, pressing the head of his cock against your soaked opening.

You unlatched your mouth and Taehyung seemed to see stars for a hot second, reeling.

“Hope you’re prepared, sweet angel,” you taunted, and then you swallowed his dick.

“Fucking shit!”

You moaned around his cock, letting it fill you to the throat, Jungkook’s perfect length thrusting into you at the same time, stretching you out deliciously, his own moan adding to your pleasure. There was just something about Jungkook’s moan, the longing, the possessiveness, the love. It made you wetter every time, bringing newfound energy to your meticulous sucking of Taehyung’s cock, who finally seemed to get his bearings and remember what the fuck was going on and what he wanted to do in the first place, because he finally straightened, large hands fitting around your head, pushing your hair back.

“You know why you’re so good at sucking dick?”

You tried very hard not to roll your eyes, already knowing what was coming. You decided to focus on Jungkook’s cock instead, pumping in and out of you, powerful, deep strokes, his hands gripping your hips, trying so hard to please you, and he was good at it, hitting all your favorite spots that made you squirm back against him.

“Because I let you suck mine,” Taehyung growled, holding your head and thrusting into your throat.

Mmmhmm, you thought to yourself. Not that he was wrong, because he wasn’t, being your first and all, but, come on, you didn’t get all your skills from sucking one dick, no matter how amazing Taehyung’s was. Oh well, you let it slide, simply enjoying not having to do much as your best friend fucked your face and your boyfriend pounded your pussy.

Ah, bliss.

The feeling of your mouth being filled and used, stroking Taehyung’s hips with your fingertips, elbows on the bed, legs spread open for Jungkook to slap his crotch into your ass wetly, back to front, a constant encompassing ecstasy that you welcomed, letting them command the pace, hands on your head and hands on your ass, familiar hands, loving hands, because even if Taehyung didn’t want to take you on dates and wake up next to you every day, he still loved you, still made sure he didn’t actually hurt you, careful to thrust hard but not deep, or thrust deep but not hard.

Jungkook wanted to take you on dates and hold you on his arm like his trophy and be waltzed around as yours, so… romantic? It was your version of romance, anyway.

And sex.

Lots of sex.

Fuck, he was so good at fucking you, leaning down, giving you more, chuckling as he heard you moaning around Taehyung’s cock, faster, harder, yes, fuck, yes, so good, your noises trapped in your chest, Taehyung increasing the speed, breathing shallowing.

“Fuck, yes, tighter, give it to me, you dirty devil,” he growled and you obeyed, closing your lips and pressing your tongue against the bottom, sandwiching his length in your mouth, your pussy also squeezing Jungkook harder, basking in his sinful moan, enamored with his voice and the way he said your name, never getting enough.

“A-ah, you feel so good, your pussy is so fucking good, gonna make me cum…”

So rough, so intense, so full of cock, keeping your holes tight, relishing in the way they forced themselves into your mouth and pussy, heady and intoxicating pleasure, you tipping over the edge, wailing around Taehyung’s thick girth as you spilled onto Jungkook’s rock-hard length, mind-numbing satisfaction that spread all over, hot and melting into you. Your walls violently spasmed and caused Jungkook to gasp, cock twitching and jolting inside you, shooting thick spurts of cum that filled the condom, and he buried himself all the way in, a wanton moan of your name echoing off your bedroom walls, savoring the feeling of you milking him, gripping your sides and squeezing you lovingly.

Suddenly, Taehyung yanked his cock out of your mouth and you coughed, startled at the abrupt loss, only for him to orgasm all over your face, hot white strings shooting out of his glistening cock and his hand guiding them, painting your cheeks and open mouth, dripping onto your tongue and clinging onto your swollen lips.

“Tae! What the fuck?!”

He snickered, smearing the residual cum on the side of your frown, winking.

“Blessed service, eh, you devil?”

-

“Is it gonna be like this every time we hang out now?”

You climbed onto Jeon Jungkook’s lap, kissing him deeper, trapping his slim waist in between your thighs, his hands sliding up your skirt, moaning into your mouth as Kim Taehyung smacked you in the shoulder blades, the sound masked by the obscenely loud music of the club as onlookers watched you and Jungkook with increasing interest.

Probably all dreaming of threesomes with you two.

“Hello, you two are supposed to be helping me getting laid, not getting laid right in front of me!”

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14 - Sea

I just... I really like that "here there be dragons" thing, okay? It got the imaginations of old timey bards and seafaring boasters going, and it gets me thinking about dragons, too.

Length: 1600 words Rating: G Summary: A sailor goes exploring in what he thinks are uncharted waters. He finds them perfectly charted.

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William checked his boat’s navigator against the old map spread on the table. It wasn’t a treasure map, and a lot of the handwriting on it was barely this side of legible, but it was one of his father’s most prized possessions, and he intended to finish it. The old man had always insisted to him that it already had been, but Will was no fool. Written on the space just - he checked his speed - just five minutes away was, in large script, “Here There Be Dragons.” He’d tried to explain to his dad that that was what old cartographers would write in unexplored areas, where the unknown was speculated to have fantastical, unreal beasts, but all that ever got him was a condescending smile and a shake of his head.

He wasn’t going to deface the map, of course; he was raised better than to mistreat old heirlooms. He was, however, going to fill in the region on a copy he’d made. Probably with some little doodles of fish, unless an island popped up real soon. Until then, of course, there was little reason not to enjoy the salty sea air, so Will set the navigation computer and strolled out onto the deck to watch and listen to the waves.

The sun shone splendidly down with only a few clouds in the sky, and its light glittered off the wide, open waters. Will half wished he’d brought some fishing equipment, though admitted to himself that it would mostly be there for habit - an excuse to just sit back and relax while pretending not to be wasting time. After motoring to the middle of the “Here There Be Dragons,” noting the surprisingly shallow depth on the fathometer, and anchoring his vessel, the amateur sailor went around the deck, trying to see anything of note in the area. He thought he caught a glimpse of a fish over one side, but other than that, nothing, after the better part of half an hour. 

He made a note of the somewhat shallow water on his map, and went to draw the anchor back up. However, the thought of relaxing in calm waters tugged at his mind, so he stayed his hand and instead settled himself in a chair outside the cabin. After all, he reasoned, he had budgeted ample time to explore an uncharted island or a somehow still-floating derelict, so he might as well use it for a nap. And like that, to the sounds of the waves ebbing and flowing atop the water, and gently slapping against the boat’s hull, he let himself fall asleep.

“...rwater? Captain Bradley? Is that you? Wow, time has been good to you!” a female voice said, rousing William from sleep.

Groggy, the sailor stretched, then squinted towards the voice, shading his eyes with his hand. “Miss? Who... why are you out so far? There’s nothing here.”

The voice made a confused noise. “Hm? I live here, don’t you remember? Oh no, did you somehow lose your memory?”

William shook his head. “Gimme a second, here.” He rose from his chair and stumbled slightly, catching himself on what felt like damp leather. “Thanks, but ma’am, you’re soaked!” Finally, he was able to clear his vision and adjust to the sunlight once again, and nearly fainted dead away at the sight.

“Well, SOME of us swim through the water,” said the scaly, blue-green... creature. One forepaw was outstretched to keep William balanced, and her hindlegs were easily a dozen feet past that. She resembled an eel, with her long body and her even longer tail, sporting a single fin down her length, and her head was almost avian with its triangular shape and beak-like muzzle, except she was absolutely covered in scales, and sported a single horn right below her eyes. The shape of her face didn’t lend itself to smiling, and nor do many animals express themselves with a smile, but the tone of her voice told him plainly of her happy, playful attitude.

Will realized he was staring, and tried to figure out whether it was more important that he was staring at a very large, potentially carnivorous creature with claws and what must be a powerful tail, or staring for an awfully long time at someone who thought she was familiar with him. Before he could come to a conclusion, however, the creature drew back and veritably strutted about the deck, striking a pose and showing off the profile of her horned head. “Hey, I hardly blame you for looking, when what you’ve got to look at is a dragoness as beautiful as me. But, seriously, are you okay, Bradley? You’ve hardly said a word.”

“Sorry, who do you think I am? I’ve never been out here,” Will admitted, then took a careful step towards the cabin. “Please don’t kill me.”

“You’re not Captain Bradley Clearwater?” the dragon asked, “then... why do you have his boat? And look just like him?”

“No, I’m William Clearwater,” he replied, half out of habit, “Bradley was my fa-”

The two of them stopped and stared at each other in shocked silence as the pieces clicked into place.

“Bradley had a kid!?” she shouted and rushed towards Will. “And he didn’t TELL me!?”

Will, to his credit, displayed a phenomenal reaction time, diving away from the lunging sea monster. Peering out from the cabin door, he saw her hesitate, then take a step back. “Also, uh,” she said with less energy than earlier, “I’m not going to kill you. Or, well, I’d rather not. Decency aside, Bradley would be pissed if I killed his kid.”

The sailor took a tentative step out of the cabin, though stayed close by and warily eyed the dragon. “Okay, first thing’s first, I’m dreaming, right? Fell asleep on the open ocean, and my mind is making up some sort of benevolent sea monster who knows my dad?”

The creature shook her head. “I don’t think so, unless you’ve been asleep for longer than you’ve been alive. I’m just one of the only dragons who let humans see us. How is Bradl- your dad, anyway? It’s been awhile.”

“He...” Will sighed. “He passed away a few years ago. That’s why I have his boat.”

“Oh. And you came to tell me the news?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t even know you existed - er, no offense. I just came because of a map he made that had been bugging me.”

“Ooh, a treasure map?” She stepped forward, her body lightly wiggling from nose to tail. “Can I see?”

Will looked at her still-wet body, and thought of the aged paper map. “I’ll... here, let me show you the copy I made. It’s not a treasure map.” He ducked in, grabbed his map from the table, and walked over, holding it so they both could see. “See, the only difference was that his map had a “Here There Be Dragons” in this empty spot, so I came to finish exploring.” He blinked, then looked at her. “Also, I don’t think I caught your name?”

“Well, if you were your dad, I wouldn’t have needed to tell you, so I haven’t yet. I’m Carol,” Carol said. “If that’s the only difference, I’d say it is a treasure map.”

“Wait, what?” Will stared frantically all over the map, looking for some hint or clue or anything that he might have missed, that Carol had somehow seen immediately. “How?”

“The real one says “Here There Be Dragons,” right?” She stepped back and raised a forepaw to her scaly chest, standing proud. “I’m the treasure!”

“No, it’s a shorthand that medieval cartographers used to represent... ah, nevermind.” Will smiled. “In that case, I think I’d like to get to know this treasure, at least for a couple of hours before I head back.”

“Awesome, I love talking about myself!” Carol chirped. “Plus, you definitely have to catch me up on the last... three hundred moons or so?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Will returned his map to the cabin, then emerged onto the deck once more to pass the time with his unexpected guest.

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Dragon and sailor spent the next few hours talking, teaching each other about their cultures, and just hanging out in general. By the time William had to leave, he had grown bold enough to ask if he could feel her scales - on purpose, this time, and Carol was more than happy to show him just where on her head to rub, and then joked that now, he was obligated to do that more, the next time he visited. After he said his goodbyes, Carol dove over the side of the boat and into the water. It surprised William, how little her leap made the boat rock back and forth, and what small splash she made, in spite of being easily four or five times as long as he was tall.

Carol helped lift the anchor, even though William tried to explain that it was an automatic thing now. Once it was all up, they bid farewell one last time, and then William started up the engine. With Carol keeping her neck and one forepaw above the water, the two waved at each other for a bit as they receded into their respective distances, and then the dragon vanished beneath the waves, leaving the man to his thoughts.

William looked at his map, thinking about his original plan for the trip - to prove to himself (and his father’s memory) that the map really was incomplete. He stared at the little mark he made on his map, noting the unexpectedly shallower waters he dropped anchor in. And, with a confident, humorous smile he suspected looked like the one his dad gave him whenever he brought up the old map, William put pen to paper, making sure to write in the correct place, and write legibly:

“Here There Be Dragons”

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Sigh. It’s quiet today, so I guess it’s about time to talk about 12x06: Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox.  

This is an episode without Cas, so clearly it revolves entirely around Cas (I'm kidding, but only a little bit).  It’s also a bottle episode and a meta writer’s wet dream, so excuse me while I nerd out - this is a long one to unpack, and I have spent too much time doing it for you.  That’s ok because, as Sam says:

DIVE IN AFTER THE CUT BUDDIES!

The Asa montage is where we start.

Asa is a Dean mirror. The parallels are pretty clear - he’s a scruffy rough around the edges hunter, Mary is the reason he got into hunting, he wears a ton of flannel, etc.  If you remain unsure, the writers throw this in at the very beginning in the montage of Asa’s life as a hunter So That You Know:

Bucky: Hey, you know they make new cars, right? Asa: I don’t want a new car. This is my lucky car. 

***Canadian!Dean confirmed.

Shaine Jones may also be the Canadian Jensen Ackles.

I don’t make the rules ok?

Back in the US, the boys surprise Jody with a visit. 

In case you forgot the episode prior to this one:

Side note: domestic Jody gives me life. 

We’re clearly supposed to see how Jody is a mom figure for the boys, and it feels nice for them to have that, especially since Mary is Taking Some Space.  Their entire dynamic warms even my cold black soul.

[romantic scene of a couple silhouetted against a sunset while sweeping music plays on Jody’s TV. The couple kisses.] 

DEAN

[his mouth full of pizza] Jody, you watching some kind of chick flick here?

JODY

Well, Dean. I’m a chick. 

Kim Rhodes YOU ARE A DELIGHT.  A side note - I know this exchange is supposed to be funny, but I feel sad for Dean (who clearly is a rom com chick).  This is a perfect example of Dean struggling to present some fabricated image of heteronormative masculinity that’s not the heart of who he actually is.  His surprise that a “badass sheriff chick” can also enjoy rom coms makes me fucking upset.  

ALSO:

Anyway, Asa has passed on and the boys tag along with Jody to the wake in support.  

SAM

Yeah, no, Jody. We… we know you’ll be fine, but… you know, we never go to hunter gatherings, outside of bars. Dad always said they were trouble, so…

DEAN

Yes, you’d be doing us a favor if you let us tag along.

***more receipts that John Winchester was an isolating abuser.  They could have at least had a normal HUNTER life and friends who hunted.

SAM  

That is a big house. [Music continues playing, coming from inside the house now]

***We now establish one “theme” of the episode.

JODY

Family home. Asa was just a guy. 

AKA pretty brutal implication that Asa didn’t have a family of his own.

Speaking of implications:

[Jody removes her coat and the three of them begin mingling. Dean finds his way to the kitchen and a cooler full of beer] DEAN

No label. Well, that’s a red flag. 

****LOL WHAT THE FUCK IS THE REASON****

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GIRL SEND HELP

Enter Bucky, who is actually (SPOILER!) the villain of the episode.

Do all hunters just walk around with this manly flannel/weird symbolic necklace combo?  Looking at you Bucky and Dean.  

Dean is surprised to find that people know who he is:

But doesn’t seem to have an issue with it until -

***Someone who just bragged the entire five hour car ride about killing Hitler shouldn’t be this concerned about what people are saying about him right? 

Or is he thinking it may involve something he isn’t comfortable sharing - since apparently there are things Dean doesn’t feel comfortable sharing as established by the prior couch conversation with Jody?  Hmmmmmm...

***Compare the expressions.  The “you’ve died four times” response is the same as the smug/proud “I killed Hitler” face.  The reaction to the “stories” is the “hey this is my personal business” reaction Dean had to Sam’s Japanese erotica art form comment. He is thinking specifically about something personal.

I wonder what it could be.

I don’t think any one had to teach Max Banes the art of seduction, but also thank you.

Also, manifesting Dean being raised by Max and Alicia’s Cool Witch Mom instead of John Trash Winchester.  Because that’s what we’re supposed to think here, correct?  Two sibling hunters usually present a brother mirror.

Worth noting Sam’s surprise that witches can also be hunters.  The John Winchester Bigotry Brain Rot runs deep.  (GOD the Sam-witch thing would have driven him crazy I LIVE FOR THAT).

Dean escapes to Asa’s office/room and proceeds to go through his things.

[Dean is in Asa’s office and finds an angel blade mounted on blue velvet inside an ornate glass-lidded box. He opens it, reaches in and pulls out the angel blade, comfortably spinning it in his hand when Sam walks in.]

SAM

Hey.

DEAN

Oh, hi. This is a real Angel Blade. I mean, this guy was legit. 

***that’s weird, why does Canadian!Dean have an angel blade?  We haven’t heard anything about angels yet, and it wasn’t in the opening montage.  Hmmmmmm, I say. Hmmmmmmm...

***Sam is also concerned about The Stories They Tell 

This one particularly:

Honestly I don’t know why he’s THAT surprised that people know he was possessed by Lucifer?  Didn’t he start like multiple apocalypses?  That’s something people tend to be in the know about. Anyhoo.

DEAN

Yeah. Apparently we’re a little bit legendary. 

SAM 

Yeah, but, I mean, so was Asa. Then a hunt went bad, and he ended up hanging from a tree, alone in the woods.

DEAN

He died on the job. No better way to go. 

SAM

You really believe that? 

DEAN

Yeah. What, you don’t? I mean, come on, Sam, it's not like we're in the “live till you're 90, die in your sleep” business. This? [Dean points at Asa’s hunting wall] This only ends one way. 

***Insert deep internal screaming about 15x20 here***

It’s Jody’s turn to be uncomfortable as we find out she and Asa were more than just friends and everyone knew it and Said Things About It and Told Stories About It.

HMMMMMMM...

Dean is surprised that Jody not only enjoys rom coms, but ruggedly hot men. Another thing they have in common.

As Dean comes to terms with the idea that Jody can be a mother figure and also a human person with a life and her own feelings and needs and thoughts, enter the person whom said lesson is actually about:

This is a Kim Rhodes Facial Expression stan account now.

So cute how Jody knows immediately that Dean is not okay.  Time to reach:

JODY

Huh. Is that why you spent the entire ride up here telling me in extreme, excruciating detail how you killed Hitler, but, uh, you neglected to mention the fact that your mom is back from the dead? 

***look, it’s another Dean doesn’t like others knowing personal information parallel!***

DEAN 

Yeah, no big deal. 

JODY

That’s a lie.

DEAN

JODY …

JODY

Look, maybe this isn't my place, and this is epic stuff, but

JODY

Yeah. Because what if I’ve changed. What if they changed? What if it just didn’t work out the way I wanted?  If you wanna talk about anything

***Killing Hitler used yet again to show Dean doesn’t care about oversharing hunting stories, but he doesn’t like for people to know personal ones.  Also, Jody mentions her son and her husband.  Her family and her romantic partner.  

Dean wasn’t just reunited with Mary this season. He was also reunited with Cas, after saying goodbye to him at the end of Season 11 when he headed to what he thought was going to be his death as the Amara-bomb.

So, this conversation isn't just about Mary (the “anything”).  It’s also about Cas (the”...absolutely anything”).

Mary chats with Mama Fox and more Points Are Made about hunters not getting to have a “normal life” or family:

MARY

I saved his life. 

LORRAINE

[scoffing] What am I supposed to say to that? After you, Asa got so… Hunting was his whole life. He never married. Never had a family, kids. And now… enjoy the wake. 

***sending Mary on a guilt spiral about Asa (mirroring her other guilt spiral about hunting as a life for her own sons)

Speaking of mirrors:

BUCKY

And Asa loved that Jeep. Fuses were shorted, fuel line was busted. Ah, he didn’t care. He’d just roll up his sleeves, he’d get right to work. 

Time to learn about today’s Big Bad.

BUCKY

Jael. He’s a crossroads demon. And he hangs people. It’s his thing. Snaps their neck, slits their throat. He’s a real piece of work. 

***Wait a second.  Jael is a demon?  Don’t...angel’s names usually end in “el” in SPNverse?

Samandriel.

Uriel.

Gabriel.

Raphael.

Gadreel.

Castiel.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

Anyways the demon [questionable] killed Asa and now everyone  is trapped and also In Grave Danger.  

BUCKY

Exactly. Right, so five years later, Jael– he came back, and he came for Asa. 

JODY

How so? 

BUCKY

Asa was seeing this woman, right? She had a kid. 

LORRAINE

Marlene. 

BUCKY

Yeah, Marlene. Jael got into her. It didn’t matter that he was killing people, he wanted Asa to know it was personal. He gets off on it. 

***that’s so weird, didn’t someone else in the show start seeing a woman with a kid - 

what a sexy little coincidence.

oh and didnt  a supernatural being come back right around that time too - 

HMMMMMMMM.  No killing though.  That’s the difference between angels and demons, I guess.

(meanwhile Dean has been drinking alone outside - as he does, and is realizing he can’t get back in)

HI QUEEN

Also, this immediately took me to 

this show isn’t fair.

****sob break****

Jael Posession 1:

So curious how there are two siblings and then one gets possessed by something Satanic and the other one is good at seducing men.

SO FUCKING CURIOUS.

Jael Possession 2:

Elvis. Random.  Though he was the guy who brought up the Stories Sam Was Surprised Were Circulating -

He was also oddly interested in it.  Methinks Elvis thoroughly enjoyed the Jael possession.

Bilie gets Dean back in the house.  The words “one-time deal” are said a lot of times.

BONUS: Jensen why are you so pretty:

The hunters get to work, and I live for Max Bane��s pentagram aesthetic.

MAX

I like a Fifth Pentacle of Mars. It’s got more character. 

***TBH, same.

Jael possession 3:

****Kim Rhodes is even better when she is playing evil.

JODY/JAEL:

I had so hoped you’d kill your mom. Wouldn’t that be a riot? 

[Mary draws the angel blade and charges at Jody. She cuts Jody’s arm before Sam wrestles her away.] 

SAM

No! Mom!

MARY

What are you doing?! She’s a demon. We kill demons. 

******WOOF MARY - I REPEAT TO YOU THAT THE JOHN TRASH WINCHESTER BRAIN ROT RUNS DEEP.

Also did you immediately flash back to this with me?

Gets me thinking that Dean’s feelings for Cas are made twice as complicated by the fact that he is also a supernatural creature.  Another Reason Why John Winchester Would Disapprove.

****Just as he would Disapprove of Sam Being Possessed By the Devil and all that (never forget he told Dean to kill him because of the whole made unclean by demon blood thing). 

Right on cue:

JODY/JAEL

Oh, I have heard so many stories about you Winchesters. And I desperately want the Lucifer thing to be true.  

***Stories again. Jael proceeds to go into Stories That Are Dark Personal Shameful Secrets:

JAEL

As for the rest of you, I have been inside your heads. I know all about you. For example, the twins. Too frightened to tell anyone that they actually came to say goodbye to their daddy. Or the grieving mother who hated the fact that her son was a hunter so much she’d hide his gear, she’d sabotage his Jeep, anything to keep him from hunting. Not that it worked. Could’ve tried harder, huh? 

[She gestures at her own face] And this meatsuit you all seem to care so much about. She actually fantasized about a life with Asa. Can you believe that? Like that worthless man– 

***HMMMMMMMMM

[Bucky gets off the floor and sneaks up behind Jody/Jael] 

BUCKY 

Shut your filthy mouth. 

[Jody/Jael grabs Bucky by the neck and forces him to his knees] 

JODY/JAEL

And you. Bucky. Brave, brave Bucky. I was there that night. Tell these nice, stupid people what you did. Tell them what you took from me. Asa was mine. 

***Excuse me? THIS IS GETTING VERY...subtextual.  A dark timeline supernatural being/hunter relationship [ending badly because demons only know how to take, consume and possess]? ...Asael?  CURIOUS. 

They chant the exorcism, a different hunter doing each iteration (beautifully done) 

and send Jael back to hell, but not before Bucky shares his Shameful Story - he’s the one who killed Asa.

Elaboration:

BUCKY

Asa, he was just all– he was just always so stubborn. Look, we were in the woods. [We see the scene play out as Bucky describes it] Jael, he… he was taunting him. Asa wanted to chase him, but he didn’t have the angel blade. I said, “Let’s go back.” He called me a coward, and he shoved me, so I shoved him back, and he fell. He hit his head. Asa? I didn’t mean to do it. But it was a mistake. Asa. Asa? An accident. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. Asa hated that damn demon so much that I just…

DEAN

Oh, you thought people would buy that Jael killed him? So you hung your best friend to cover your own ass. 

BUCKY

What are you gonna do to me? 

ALICIA:

Tell everyone, every hunter we meet. They’re gonna know your name, Bucky. Know what you did. 

MAX

You like stories. This is the story everyone’s gonna tell about you. Forever. 

***Shameful Stories that Define You, what a theme.  Also, definitely a supernatural being potentially having some subtextual feelings for Canadian!Dean.  Hmmm.

***Funeral pyre and side discussion about how Asa did have a family, and children, and a potential supernatural sidepiece.

In conclusion, Supernatural is a love story.  Thank you for watching this dark timeline/Canadian dub.  You’re dismissed for the day.  Go eat bacon.

#destiel #spn #spn meta #spn analysis #spn fandom #spn family #hellers #hellerism #supernatural season 12 #spn 12x06 #celebrating the life of asa fox

[maariarogers]

i’m still a little bit yours

Summary: Katsuki took the bullet for Deku and awaits Deku to wake up in Chapter 298. In the meantime, he dreams of a familiar scene from their childhood. Inspired by: This cover. You know the one. Spoiler for: Chapter 298 of the manga!

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It takes him a while to know where he is.

It takes him a while, and an instant. The water is cold, he thinks. Or maybe it’s just lukewarm. Maybe it’s nothing at all, except this wetness, pulling down on his gears and uniform. He is half-submerged in the water, sitting there like he’s - supposed to do something, but he’s forgotten what it is.

All he knows is that there is a sting. He knows it’s supposed to be his head, or his leg. That’s how he’d fallen, after all. A slip during the walk. Except this sting envelops his stomach, runs up to his chest.

Katsuki feels like he can’t breathe.

Which is - fucking ridiculous, if someone asks him. It doesn’t make a lick of sense, because it’s too damn shallow, this small river — not even a whole-ass river, really, just a creek, or a stream; a tiny body of water flowing from one end to another — and he could get up, he’s not drowning, but everything about him how he breathes, how he moves hurts.

“Are you okay?” A small voice cuts through his panic.

Katsuki turns, like he’s startled immediately into a fight and he’s ready to blast anything in his perimeter off, but he stops. Because — Deku. Deku is standing there, waddling into the stream, trying to reach to him. He’s concerned, Katsuki could tell; he could recognise that stupid fucking look anywhere. He used to hate it; used to want to spit at it, want it gone and never appear in front of him again.

He doesn’t need Deku looking at him like that, after all.

Deku’s fucking quirkless. He doesn’t have any fucking business pretending he’s any better than any of them.

But there’s also something about that look that kills any reactions he may have reserved only seconds ago.

Maybe it’s because Deku is — small. He’s, what, five years old? Four? Katsuki isn’t sure, except that Deku really is small, coming up to him right now, with that stitched-together eyebrows he does whenever he’s seriously worried. But as much as Katsuki’s startled by this appearance, he doesn’t voice it out. It almost as if, the moment he could recognise that it’s out place, whatever holds of the reality smoothens out and assured him that it’s okay.

This is normal.

Deku, too, seems unperturbed. Never mind that they were childhood friends, which meant that they grew up together. If Deku’s small, Katsuki should — by all logical explanation — be just as small, or look relatively the same age and height. Yet, even sitting down, saddled in the muddy floor of the stream, but still towering over Deku all the same, the little twerp barely blinks an eye at this change.

Apart of Katsuki feels like he’s swallowing around a rock, like he isn’t sure why he ought to be surprised that Deku doesn’t even care. To the stupid head, it probably doesn’t even matter whatever version Katsuki comes by: young, teenage, an adult. Deku would still extend that goddamn hand. Deku would still come, wanting only to help.

“Can you stand?” Deku asks him, snatching him from his deep thoughts.

Right, Katsuki thinks dumbly. It’s summer. They’ve been out playing - playing God knows what, but they’ve been out almost the whole day. Deku hadn’t shown any signs of having a quirk any time soon, his last visit to the doctor confirmed that, and he’d told Katsuki this, sniffling while Katsuki’s trying to show his latest All Might merchandise

It’s so annoying, Katsuki remembers thinking that night when Deku just kept crying — but, Katsuki also remembers that he’d let Deku cry all the same.

Even begged his Dad to make that chocolate milkshake he knew stupid Deku likes just to shut him up.

They’re friends still - sort of, during this time. Or were forced to, together, because the old hag kept nagging at him about it. But that won’t stay true for too long. Deku never really came to his house after that. Dad never made Deku another chocolate milkshake again.

Katsuki doesn’t know why recalling this suddenly hurts so much.

“Kacchan?” 

Katsuki snaps his attention to the boy again and - it’s surreal, he thinks. Deku is looking at him with that big dumb eyes, and Katsuki wants nothing more than to let Deku continue to look at him like that. Like they’re friends, like Deku knows the only person who would stick by him were Katsuki even when the world failed him. Deku looks at him like he trusts Katsuki, and it’s fucking painful, because Katsuki knows how much he’d torched that trust again and again.

His stomach, he recalls in this faraway after-thought, hurts.

“Kacchan, are you okay?” The little toddler Deku shows sign of panic. He’s coming forward still, as if they’re an ocean away, painfully wanting to help Katsuki, again and again, unfailing, and, for a moment, Katsuki catches himself just staring at the little guy.

There isn’t much else to say. Sorry, maybe. He could try with that. But as usual, his pride is too big for him to spit the apology around. His stubbornness, even stronger. Katsuki remains silent.

Deku, this small Deku whom he hasn’t hurt quite yet, makes frustrated tiny noises.

“No,” Katsuki finally says, his voice rough to his own ears. Like he hasn’t used them in a long time. Like it isn’t his at all. “Stay there.”

I don’t want you hurt, are more things he could never say. I don’t want you coming over and slip on some stupid rock and hit your head, instead. I don’t - want to hurt you more than I did. Not on my fucking watch. Not anymore.

“I can’t let Kacchan stay here on his own!” Deku insists, and his palm is open. There, for Katsuki to grasp. Katsuki finds himself staring at it, this palm, and it’s - heartbreaking, for some reason, to not see scars there. Heartbreaking only, because Katsuki has a feeling that the only reason propelling Deku forward into essentially destroying his body had been his stupid need, to be—what, how had he put it, this image of victory that Katsuki has?

To chase after Katsuki’s shadow. Or - rather, to be rid of it.

After all, being called ‘Useless’ so much, who wouldn’t push themselves to the death proving otherwise?

That’s another thing again, Katsuki considers with this hollowed-out feeling, for him to atone for, he supposes. Just another sin he wants to be cleansed off of, but knows, deep inside, that he will never.

“Take my hand, Kacchan!” Deku reaches for him. Small. He’s so small. Why would anyone want to hurt him? Why would anyone want to— “I’ll help you.”

Idiot, he thinks, feeling his chest tightened somehow. Feeling like he’ll drown where he is, even if the water isn’t nowhere near his mouth of nose. That’s what got you here in the first place.

“I’m fucking fine,” Katsuki finds himself responding, slow. Quieter than his usual tone.

The summer heat burns.

“It’s okay!” Deku tries, cheerful. Smiling. “I’ll help Kacchan anyways!”

“Why would you?” Katsuki asks suddenly, and his voice breaks near the end. His lips are quivering, despite the fact that everything inside of Katsuki wishes he’d shut the fuck up and get it together.

Little Deku is startled. He pauses in his steps. Blinks. “What does Kacchan mean?”

“I mean,” He chokes, and Katsuki can feeling something inside of him crawling up and up and up, and it’s bursting at the seams, and it’s so easy, so easy to fucking yell, because this is familiar. This is what he’s always done. This is where he always finds himself at, “Why would you fucking help me!? Every-fucking-time, Deku. Every time! I hurt you, don’t you fucking get it?! I’ve been hurting you. I pushed you down, I kicked you, I terrorised you. I made your school life a living hell!”

He’s breathing hard, and Deku is still staring at him. He is still small, but he’s not - the look that he had is gone now. He’s just - he's quiet. Confused and, maybe, Katsuki notices with this heaviness in him, even a bit scared.

“Every time,” Katsuki bites out, his voice is a balloon of anguish, and it’s seeping out from that tiny hole that he’d poked. It’s leaking out, and nothing Katsuki could do would contain it right back. “I come back, and it’s you, and I do my best to — to — to fucking destroy you, to demand you out of my life, and every time, you... you’re right there again. You’ll help me out...”

Just like that, whatever burst of a fight he has ebbs away. Katsuki kneels there, heaving. Distraught. His stomach hurts.

“Why?” He asks brokenly, looking at the water that’s passing them by near his knees. He can’t recognise the reflection he’s seeing there. It’s distorted from how much he’s moved. Katsuki thinks that image fits somehow: this jagged version of him.

This incomplete masterpiece that’s only been proven to be faulty and full of holes no matter the kind of temper he uses as a means to cover it up.

It’s all there. His shortcomings, his failure.

“Because Kacchan’s my friend, of course.” Toddler Deku sounds honest.

Katsuki looks up, and he realises his face is wet. Ah shit, he realises pathetically, but does nothing about it. He’s crying.

“I can’t be your fucking friend, stupid Deku,” He manages somehow. “Don’t you get it? I just hurt you.”

“I forgave Kacchan,” Deku says with no trace of malice at all, no trace of contempt. He’s sincere, and Katsuki knows so horribly, so hideously, that that’s true. “I forgave Kacchan a long time ago.”

Katsuki finally wipes an eye. “You shouldn’t, idiot.”

“Well, I did!” the little twerp has the audacity to look mad and that - that makes Katsuki smile somehow. Just a small one. Deku doesn’t look impressed, standing there with his babyfat-dumpling cheeks and impossibly size-of-plates eyes. “Now, let’s get Kacchan out of the water.”

Katsuki, to his surprise, finally — finally — takes Deku’s hand.

“Come on!” Little Deku is impatient. He pulls Katsuki forward. “Let’s get Kacchan out.”

“Stupid Deku.” Katsuki murmurs and then—

Then, the scene changes. They’re out of the water, and the forest is familiar. It’s still summer, Katsuki knows this somehow. And he’s tired all of a sudden. Like he’s been running all morning and night, and his body has finally had enough. It’s time to rest.

Deku is next to him, and Deku is still small. He is holding a box full of cicadas they just caught. The guy seems happy, blatantly making pleasant noises while the creatures inside the white-transparent container hops and moves.

“You’re too fucking easy to be impressed, Deku.” Katsuki says it with a grin, the one that’s a little mad. A little feral, as one of the media had called it.

Deku doesn’t seem to mind it. He hums happily, his feet scraping by the forest floor, tracking mud by the soles. “We just caught so many, Kacchan!”

Katsuki thinks he can stay here forever, just preserving this moment of quietness between them. No arguments, no heads butting. No quirks. Just a summer day with cicadas in a box, and their feet and hands dirty from climbing up trees and pushing past bushes. Deku had looked pink from the sun, and Katsuki hadn’t mind the sweat down his back, no matter if it means the old hag will nag him again for being way too high-strung and ruining his clothes.

Suddenly, there’s a grunt.

Deku turns, his eyebrows stitched together again in that stupid concerned way he has. Katsuki wants to wipe that away. This quiet moment is too short.

Deku puts a hand out and Katsuki realises he’s been clutching at his stomach with a gloved hand. The same gloved hand that’s torn and worn away around the edges. There’s even that familiar smell of burnt caramel that he knows come with each use of his power. Deku presses his open, scar-free palm above the glove. He puts a pressure.

The box of cicadas on his laps are gone.

Katsuki thinks he’s tasting blood at the roof of his mouth.

“Why’d you have to do it, Kacchan?” Deku asks him, his voice is small. Scared.

Katsuki feels like crying again. He doesn’t know why. “Because I want to, dumbass.” He says instead, gritting his teeth together, and convincing himself that there is all to it. He won’t be accepting anymore argument on the subject.

Deku, classic idiot, seems like he doesn’t care. “You’re hurt.”

“Yeah, that’s what taking the bullet usually does to the person who, you know, took the fucking bullet.” He spits, wanting to push Deku’s hand away.

Deku doesn’t answer him.

He looks so serious, so quiet, for a four year old.

Katsuki wants to cry. He wants to have that moment again. He wants to sit with Deku a little longer, and just talk about cicadas and what they’ll be doing tomorrow. Play, more like. Deku trailing behind him. Katsuki leading. But never without the other, even if one is always slightly ahead. Never without the other.

“Shut it,” Katsuki growls. “I wasn’t gonna let him kill you. You’re not gonna fucking die on me, you hear?! Like I’m gonna let your stupid ass gets handed to you just because you were fucking reckless. Said you were gonna surpass me, my ass. Was that all a fucking joke?!”

“But you could’ve—”

“Doesn’t matter.” Katsuki pants. Shit. It hurts more than it should. The adrenaline must’ve worn off. “It’s done.”

“Kacchan,” Deku calls.

“What?”

“You know I’d do it again, right?” Deku is holding his hand now. Scarred hand, this time. Right in his burnt gloves. Deku squeezes. “Every time.”

And Katsuki knows.

“Deku, don’t you fucking dare—”

Suddenly, Deku is small again. A four year old. And Katsuki, he realises he’s young too. They’re the same height, and he’s not in his uniform. Just some printed shirt and short pants. This is okay, somehow. Nothing is misplaced. Except it’s still too early, and Deku, he - he’s gonna leave.

“I have to go, Kacchan.”

“No, you don’t.” His own voice is small. Stubborn. Angry. “You don’t! Come back here, Deku!”

“Kacchan,” Deku smiles, stepping away. “It’s been really nice playing with you! I’ll treasure it forever, but I really need to go.”

“No!” Katsuki can’t let him leave. They aren’t done yet. It’s not time yet. All the cicadas they haven’t caught, all the heroes game they haven’t played. Katsuki swears he’ll be nice this time. He won’t even care that Deku’s a— “No! Deku, come back here!”

“I can’t, Kacchan.” Deku tells him. “I can’t stay.”

The path where Deku is going, it’s too bright. Katsuki doesn’t know - he isn’t sure if he can keep Deku safe if Deku steps into it. He isn’t sure if he can follow. “No! You don’t know what that place is! Your mom will be mad at you, stupid! Auntie Inko... What will you tell your mom, huh?! You’re gonna make Auntie cry?!”

“Kacchan, it’s okay,” Deku’s hand is so firm. So gentle. He pries Katsuki’s fingers off. Katsuki’s vision is glassier now. The tears are harder to control. “I won’t be long. I’ll come back, okay?”

“You won’t!” Katsuki yells, his voice is breaking in between. Why isn’t anyone else seeing this? Deku is leaving! And no one is stopping him! “If you go, you won’t! You won’t come back!”

“Kacchan...”

“Stupid! Stupid Deku!” Katsuki sobs. “I saved you! So you have to stay! You have to stay here, where I can see you! Where I can keep you safe!”

“It’s okay, Kacchan.” Deku is reassuring him. He’s crying too. Katsuki’s hands on Deku’s wrist is slipping. Deku keeps getting away. “It’s okay. Let me go.”

“No!”

Katsuki wakes up with a gasp.

Deku’s body is still on his hospital bed, and he is still not moving. Still looks like he’s barely breathing. Katsuki acknowledges that it might’ve been a bad idea after all to camp here in Deku’s ward in ICU when his own body is half-healed. Although he’d already threatened the doctors into negotiating this small deal, so - there really isn’t much he could do except pushes it through.

Still, Katsuki finds himself reaching over, buzzing for a nurse.

When an anxious one walks in, he immediately leans back in his chair and he’s - tired, he thinks. Exhausted. Katsuki wonders what time it is, but it must be late. The sky outside is dark, and the hallways are only half-lit.

The nurse looks at Deku disappointedly, perhaps wondering why she’s called when the patient hadn’t shown signs of waking up nor was the monitor displaying abnormal reading. Katsuki decides to end her suffering.

“I think my stitches are open,” he tells her.

He’s right, of course. 

An hour later, he finds himself splayed back on a bed they brought in while a doctor sews him back up. Katsuki is staring numbly at the ceiling. The night-shift doctor is clicking his tongue. “We’re not going to convince you to go to your own ward tonight, huh?”

Katsuki doesn’t even bother glaring. “I’m not leaving him,” is all he says.

“He’ll be in safe hands, Bakugou-san.” Another nurse pipes in.

“No, he won’t,” Katsuki bares his teeth then, sniping. “You don’t fucking know him, and you don’t fucking know us. I’m not leaving him, and that’s it.”

When the doctor and nurses finally leave, reluctantly leaving the bed there for him, Katsuki turns. Faces Deku. He pretends his eyes aren’t shedding a single line of tear that soaks down to the mattress. “You hear that, nerd? I’m not going fucking nowhere. So come back soon, you got it, you piece of shit? I’m right here.”

He whispers, “I’m waiting.”

The medical staff says nothing about the fact that not once has Bakugou Katsuki lets go of Midoriya Izuku’s hand the entire time.

#bakudeku #bkdk #i am here for pain only and not much else

[hockeylvr59]

Positive Part 2 || Kevin Hayes

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: I’ve had a good portion of this draft sitting around for months but I absolutely hated it. Finally was able to rework it into something I like a little bit better so hopefully, you all enjoy it as well. Before you ask I have no idea where this could go from here so if you have any thoughts, send them my way. 

Warnings: cursing, more angst

Word Count: 1,692

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Pregnant. You were really pregnant. 

The weight of that word crushed down on you and a fresh set of sobs overtook your body. This couldn’t be real...except it was. While you were normally a very level headed person, it was like your brain had shut down entirely and all you could do was sob into Kristen’s shoulder as she pulled you into her arms. You were so lost that you completely missed what had happened next. 

Jimmy Hayes walked through the door. He spotted his wife holding a sobbing woman. He stepped closer out of concern and his eyes fell to the pregnancy tests. When he looked back at his wife she was mouthing two words to him ‘call Kevin’. It was only then that he realized who the crying woman was and the mess that he had just walked into and he nodded, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he headed to the backyard. All it had taken was the utterance of your name and the statement that Kevin needed to come home for an agreement to be made. It didn’t matter that Kevin was halfway across the country. It didn’t matter that he was supposed to play a game that night. None of that mattered because you needed him to come home. 

As you attempted to pull yourself together, thanking Kristen but stating that you needed to be alone for a little while, you had no idea that Kevin had called his coach about a family emergency before booking a flight to Boston. As you stumbled into your apartment knowing that nothing would ever be the same again, you had no idea that Kevin was on his way to you, worried about what possibly could have happened to cause his brother to call him in a panic. As you climbed into the shower because your efforts of falling asleep to wake and find that this was all a dream had failed, you had no idea that Kevin was pacing back and forth in the living room of his brother’s house becoming frustrated by the lack of information he was being given. And as you threw on an old rangers sweatshirt that had once belonged to Kevin, you had no idea that the man himself was standing outside your door. 

And then he knocked. 

The sound startled you and you sighed wondering who the hell would be at your door this late. Throwing it open you had every intention of telling whoever it was to go the hell away because you weren’t in the mood. Instead, your eyes were met with the familiar frame of someone that you had considered one of your closest friends, someone who was supposed to be anywhere but here, someone who had turned your life upside down. Immediately, your eyes started to water because it seemed like all you could do lately was cry, but you quickly pushed the tears away, a neutral expression settling onto your face. As you battled your emotions, Kevin pushed his way inside your apartment, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Seeing him just waltz in sparked a wave of anger inside you and you practically growled at him.

“What the hell are you doing here Kevin?”

“Jim called me,” Kevin stated. “Told me I needed to come home because you needed me but wouldn’t tell me why. So care to enlighten me?” His tone held just a bit too much snark for your brain to handle and you cursed Kevin’s family for pulling him into this. 

“Well, I don’t need you so you can go back to your team.” You snapped. “I didn’t ask him to call you.” You added, now cursing yourself for turning to Kevin’s family in the first place. 

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Kevin threw back, his frustration now seeping through. You could feel his heavy gaze but were oblivious to the fact that his brain was quickly making note of the fact that you were wearing his sweatshirt, you appeared paler than usual, and you’d clearly been crying recently. “You look like you haven’t slept in weeks, you’ve obviously been crying, and my brother and sister-in-law could only give me pity eyes while refusing to tell me what the hell was going on other than that you’d been there earlier. So please fucking tell me what the hell is going on Y/N!” 

The sound of his raised voice caused a fresh set of tears to form in your eyes but you quickly shook your head, once again pushing them back. 

“Get out Kevin.” You stated, voice low but serious. “Just go.” 

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on,” Kevin demanded, his body crowding forward to trap you against the back of the couch. Shoving at his chest you cursed him. 

“Kevin. Get the fuck out of my apartment.” You repeated, too afraid of getting hurt and too hormonal to open up to him. 

Kevin pulled away and for a moment you thought he was actually going to leave before he paused in the middle of your living room. 

“Fuck, fine. If you aren’t going to talk to me then you can just fucking listen.” His fingers raked through his hair as he paced. “You know...since you’re the one that decided the conversation was over before...it’s my turn. Fuck...I never should have let you leave. I just...I couldn’t believe it.” Kevin’s tone slowly started shifting from angry to vulnerable to resigned. 

“I thought you knew. The trip, the date, that night, my proposition....how could you not know that I love you.” He mumbled. “Everyone else knows that I love you. That I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. I know I’m shitty at expressing it but I could have sworn that by Sunday night you knew and felt the same way. I’ve been kicking myself for not stopping you...for not making you see. You said it was a mistake because I don’t love you the way you love me. But Y/N I’m pretty sure I do. But if you want me to go I’ll go. I just...I can’t leave without making sure you knew. I love you. So this not working...that’s on you, not me. Because I was willing to do whatever it takes.”  

You couldn’t recall ever hearing Kevin say so much in one sitting, and you’d certainly never seen him so vulnerable. With your brain overwhelmed by the emotional dump he’d just done on you, you didn’t even realize he was gone until you heard the click of the door. 

Without even realizing it, you were racing out after him two words quickly falling from your lips and echoing down the hall. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

For a moment you worried that he hadn’t heard you. But then you watched him stop in the middle of the hallway. His fingers ran through his hair. Your eyes fell closed not wanting to see him walk out of your life completely even though you wouldn’t have blamed him in the slightest. They stayed closed until the weight of a warm hand fell to your hip and a feather-light touch brushed against your cheek. Peeking up, your eyes met his which were filled with nothing but warmth even as tears fell from them. 

“Oh thank god.” Kevin eventually murmured and the fact that those were the first words to come out of his mouth took you by complete surprise.  

“What?” You questioned, as you reached up to tangle your fingers in the fabric of Kevin’s shirt afraid that he would just disappear if you didn’t hold on tight.

“I said, oh thank god,” Kevin repeated, a prideful smirk growing on his face. “I’m not gonna be upset that you’re having my baby sweetheart. Jim had me fearing that something was actually wrong. This...this isn’t a problem...this is a blessing.” Kevin’s reaction had you feeling like you had whiplash because it was completely opposite to how you were feeling. Your body frozen in place, Kevin took two steps forward, ushering you back through your apartment door before turning and pinning you against it. His thumb brushed over your cheek again and he chuckled, shaking his head. 

“I’m gonna be a dad.” He murmured, the hand that had been on your face dropping down to caress your stomach lightly. Though you swore you couldn’t possibly have any more tears to cry, suddenly your cheeks were wet again. Why you were crying you couldn’t even express but it seemed to be the only way your brain could cope with all of this. 

“Shh…” Kevin whispered, attempting to soothe you. The rollercoaster of emotion from the past fifteen minutes seemed to finally get the best of you when you felt your stomach twist for the nth time in the past week or so. Throwing a hand over your mouth, you pushed Kevin aside and bolted for the toilet, kneeling over it while bile made its way out of your body. 

Almost immediately, a warm hand fell to your back, rubbing gently until you had finished puking before guiding you into a strong chest as you continued to cry. 

“Sweetheart...we’ll figure all of this out.” He insisted. “It’s okay. We’re okay.” When you still couldn’t stop crying, Kevin lifted you into his arms and carefully carried you back to your bedroom, laying you down and pulling you onto his chest. 

“Don’t go.” You whimpered, clinging to him. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” He promised, tilting your chin up to press his lips against yours in a feather-light kiss. You were certain it had to be gross because you hadn’t brushed your teeth since vomiting, but Kevin didn’t seem to mind, instead just whispering softly to you about how excited he was, how much he loves you and how sorry he was for not just saying it earlier. 

It was with his voice in your ear, his body below you, and his hand on your stomach that you finally cried yourself to sleep, praying that tomorrow you’d feel better. 

#kevin hayes #kevin hayes imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #philadelphia flyers imagine #philadelphia flyers #pflyers #027

[voidstilesplease]

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Derek

"Chip!"

Derek hastily straightens in his seat when he hears the familiar voice. His visiting little cyclops brother, Chip, who's as tall and broad as Derek, races down the front porch of the Big House, screaming to his favorite person at camp: son of Athena, Stiles.

"Stiles!" is Chip's answering cry as they meet in a bone-crushing hug. Chip picks Stiles up off his feet and twirls him around, all the while shrieking in glee. "I missed you!"

Stiles grins up at the cyclops when he brings him back down. His pale face is flushed, and the freckles on his face stand out. He looks so excited to see Chip. It's no wonder. They were instant buddies since the first time they met last summer, Stiles's first at camp. 

"Let's read Stiles!" Chip takes one of Stiles's arms, shaking it. He's bouncing on his giant feet as he continues babbling. "Can we read about Lord Pegasus? Oh, oh, I also want to read about Medusa! Oh, oh, and the other gorgons, please!" Chip draws out the last word and blinks his big eye at Stiles.

Stiles gives a hearty laugh at Chip's antics. Then his eyes widen a small fraction, "Oh," he mutters, looking down at the book his other hand is holding and back to Chip, biting his lower lip. "Oh, no. I'm mentoring today, kid."

"Yes!" Chip nods his head, not losing the broad smile. "You're men-to-ring me!" Chip giggles, swaying Stiles's arm playfully.

Stiles's expression morphs back to an open-smile after a moment of contemplation. "Of course! Anything you like."

Chip pulls Stiles up the front porch, only letting go to arrange the table and chair for their session. Derek clears his throat, standing to give his previous space to Stiles. "Do you want anything to eat?"

Stiles turns and acknowledges him for the first time. His smile tightens, and he doesn't look at Derek's eyes. "No, I’m fine."

Derek purses his lips. Well, Stiles's treatment of Derek makes sense after all his asshole business last summer, but knowing doesn't equal accepting. Derek tries again, "How about a can of diet coke?" 

Stiles looks at him, then, arching a brow. "Mr. D would castrate you on sight," he declares matter-of-factly in his deadpan tone whenever he thinks something is stupid. "Or worse, turn you into a dolphin."

Derek snorts, knowing it's the truth. "I'm not taking from his godly stash. We have some in the supply store."

Stiles squints his eyes, studying Derek in silence. Derek fidgets, feeling small despite having a few inches on Stiles and pounds of muscles. It has been their lengthiest interaction since the previous year. Derek remembers how just last summer, he was the one belittling the demigod. He wishes he knew better, then.

In the end, it's Chip who breaks their gaze with his loud, exuberant, spirited nature. It reminds Derek that Chip is still an equivalent of a ten years old in mortal years. "Stiles! The table is ready! I have a seashell to show you. I picked it up from dad's palace just for you!"

Derek lowers his eyes, face heating up, while Stiles hums awkwardly. The Athena child turns to go but rotates back eventually, less closed-off. He nods, "I would like some diet coke, Der."

Derek tries not to choke. He, especially, tries to reign his fast-beating chest at the nickname. Any other person and Derek will immediately douse them with saltwater. But today, Der sounds good, he concludes.

•••

Derek comes back about ten minutes later, bringing two cans of diet coke and a bag of fresh strawberries from the Demeter cabin. He also includes a carton of milk for Chip that the cyclops calls Hera's mortal nectar  - courtesy of Cora’s suicidal humor, who Derek counts as lucky not to be mangled by the queen of Olympus's herd of angry cows at the disrespect.

As he nears, he pauses at the sight of the new camper, a son of Ares, charging angrily for the Big House toward Stiles and Chip. The boy looks ready to maul somebody. And judging by the flash in his eyes directed at Derek's unassuming brother, the Ares boy sets to accomplish just that.

Derek forgets the coke, fruit, and freaking milk and runs.

He comes just on time to take the boy by the back of his orange camp half-blood shirt and tackle him down to the floor before he can land a punch on Chip.

"Get off me!" The son of Ares screams, completely mad with rage that his eyes almost look like they're in flames. He grapples against Derek's hold, thrashing and attempting to bodily lift Derek off. "He's a monster! A murderer!"

The guy is unexpectedly tough, and Derek's hold on him is starting to slip. He has no choice. Derek closes his eyes and concentrates as much as he can - summoning. Quickly, he feels the familiar response, the powerful tug from the depths of his stomach to the tips of his fingers. There's a rushing noise, then metal clanking in an effort to hold, the current rumbling within them. The pressure becomes too much, and a pipe breaks in their midst. A forceful burst of water coming from every which way aims at the son of Ares.

Derek doesn't let go as water floods the anger and aggression from the boy. A few seconds only and Derek calls off the water, which instantly dries back to the ground, leaving only small puddles in its wake and a drenched boy on the porch of the Big House. Derek remains dry, fists clenched on the wheezing Ares boy's shirt.

"What the hell's going on?" A voice shouts. When Derek raises his head, he sees that their altercation has called the attention of many. A tall boy with dark hair hurries forward. It's Fred, cabin five's head counselor. "Theo!"

Theo, the boy Derek has pinned to the floor, pushes at him, and Derek tumbles off. Theo scrambles up, wet and dripping, and even more outraged. Fred appears beside Theo in an instant. The head counselor holds him back when Theo tries to launch at Chip again. His interference causes a flailing arm to hit his nose, and Fred's fingers loosen on Theo at the impact. Before Theo can come near at the whimpering cyclops, however, Stiles puts himself between Theo and Chip, wielding a shiny dagger that kisses Theo's throat in warning.

Stiles's nostrils flare as he grits out, "I hope you have an adequate excuse for what you just did."

Theo is heaving, giving Stiles a look of disbelief, and glances at Chip with loathing. Stiles presses the blade more firmly. 

Derek gets on his feet at once and takes his brother in his arms. The poor terrified cyclops is sniffling, tucking his face on Derek's neck. He's shivering, and Derek feels his blood boil. Who would want to hurt an innocent kid? He should have drowned the Ares boy sixty seconds longer.

"He's a murderer," Theo snarls, pointing at Chip.

Stiles replies with a clenched jaw, "He's a child!"

"He's a monster,"

"He's a cyclops, Theo," Stiles grinds his teeth, "A monster is one who attacks the helpless and innocent."

Theo opens his mouth for another nonsense, but Derek cuts him off. "Fred!" Derek growls, finding the counselor's eyes and having enough of all of it. "Take your brother."

Fred, nose bleeding, steps forward cautiously, reaching to wrap a hand around his brother's arm. Theo remains immovable. Fred tugs again, "Let's go, you idiot."

Theo and Stiles are locked in a glaring match, the Ares boy not backing down despite the blade thrust to his throat. 

"Theo!" Fred hisses, hard and sharp, pulling at him harder now. The authority bleeds in his tone and touch. He's still the Head Counselor.

"We will discuss this," Derek says to Fred.

Fred cocks his head to the side in silent agreement, but Theo scoffs, finally stepping back. He slips his glare to Derek, droplets crawling down his sneering face. "You bet we will," and with one last menacing glance at Chip, he allows Fred to lead him away.

•••

"I don't understand where his rage is coming from," Derek tells Chiron later, pacing back and forth in his office. Chiron had been away with Mr. D during the dispute and was immediately alerted on his arrival. "He just attacked Chip,"

Chiron's forehead creases with worry, a thoughtful look on his face. His lips a thin line as he asks, "How's the young cyclops?"

The question makes Derek halt, the tautness of his shoulders relaxing a little. His arms stretch to lean against the back of a chair in front of Chiron's table. "He's with Cora and Stiles," he shakes his head, closing his eyes briefly. "He's distraught, understandably so. And Cora is plotting revenge, and Stiles is angry enough not to stop her."

A soft knock brings their attention to the door. Upon Chiron's permission, it opens and admits Lori from cabin seven, daughter of Apollo. She looks sheepish, ducking her head a little as she closes the door behind her. "Sorry for interrupting."

Chiron hums kindly, waving a hand for her to state her case.

Lori steps forward, fingers tight around the hem of her shirt. "It's about Theo," she announces, getting the full attention of the trainer and director.

Derek straightens, crossing his arms. "What about him?"

Lori visibly hesitates for a moment, then clears her throat. "During his first day at camp, he had sprained a muscle on his back from training. Brett told him to stay in the medic tent for the evening to recuperate."

Chiron's brows draw together, "All right?"

She wets her lips and continues, more sure of her words now. "While Theo was asleep, he dreamt. He was sweating and muttering on the bed, obviously distressed, so I decided to call a son of Hypnos to help him sleep better." She glances back and forth between Derek and Chiron for their reactions. "He manipulated Theo's visions to calm him. But he told me before leaving that Theo wasn't dreaming. He was reliving a memory."

Dread settles in Derek's stomach. Somehow, he senses that Lori's next statements won't bode well for him - or Chip and even Cora. He breathes through his nose, prompting, "And?"

Lori swallows, "His memory was of an older girl named Tara," the daughter of Apollo delays, calculating her words. Finally, she huffs, "I didn't want to talk about this; this isn't my story to tell. But after what happened today, I think maybe this will help you approach Theo."

Chiron nods in understanding, but his expression reflects the same apprehension that Derek feels.

Lori grimaces, sending Derek an apologetic look before she finishes. "Tara was taken by a cyclops, Derek. It might be after Theo, too."

~•~

#teen wolf #demigod au #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #derek hale #fics tag #word count: 1802 #teen wolf demigod au series #neither steo #nor sterek #lmao but they're all here finally #demigodseries

[juminsmysticmc]

Omg finally! I'm so happy. Can we have rfa and minor trio reactions to their teenage child (like older teen but still) is preg/made their gf preg? Have a nice day and take care of your health!

RFA + Minor Trio with a pregnant Teenager/ with a Teenager who made his girlfriend pregnant

Hiii! OMG, babe, do you wanna kill the boys? Especially Zen, hahah I feel like he would Kill the guy who made his daughter pregnant XD Honestly I had so much fun thinking about this, hahahah. Especially because I went clubbing two weeks ago and my mom said ,,No kissing when you meet him the first time!’’ (she said it as a serious joke??)

And my dad, the personality like Zenny, glared at me and said ,,No kissing after the 10th time, none would kiss you so you stay here by my side as a 30 years old!’’

AND I WAS LIKE DON’T YOU WANNA HAVE GRANDCHILDREN?! ;; Okay, now, enjoy! HAHAHA

Take care of your health too, thank you for looking out for me! Make sure to tell me your opinion, okay? Love youuu! 

Jumin

You stroked your big belly as you put together the baby clothes you bought for the little girl you were carrying below your heart.

You and Jumin were already married for sixteen years and together you raised a handsome sixteen years old boy and a beautiful ten year old girl.

The arrival of your next girl was a big wish for both of you.

However, you didn’t know that soon enough someone else would arrive too…

Suddenly your son barged in, hand in hand with a blonde girl you saw once from afar.

You were happy that your little boy finally made you meet his girlfriend, however, you didn’t expect the new you were about to hear.

,,YOU ARE WHAT?!’’ you suddenly exclaimed.

Your mouth was wide open as she repeated her words again.

,,I am pregnant,’’ she mumbled.

You gulped.

,,Dear, how old are you again?’’ you asked her with a trembling voice.

The girl confessed that she was actually fifteen, making you feel sick out of the blue.

You glared at your son.

,,I never hit you,’’ you began, taking off your shoes.

It was harder for you to pick it up so your son helped you and handled you your shoe.

,,YOU RASCAL, EVEN HELPING ME GET THE DEADLY WEAPON OR WHAT?!’’ you screamed, slamming the shoe lightly against his shoulder.

You didn’t hurt him, but you were still angry and just had to wave the shoe.

Suddenly, Jumin entered the room after he picked up your daughter from her music lesson.

Half an hour later, you sat on the couch, mumbling prayers to god as Jumin looked down.

The four of you decided to drive to the girl’s parents, leaving your daughter in the hands of the maid.

As soon as the mother of the girl began to sob because of the sudden news, you kneeled down, begging forgiveness for your son’s actions.

You parents talked about what you should do:,,It’s her body, she should decide, but I’m against an abortion, deep scars will be left on both. I would rather send them to a hostel to protect them both from the media and the people around her,’’ you said.

That’s what you did in the end.

And so, your newborn baby with not even two years became an aunt.

You supported your children with everything you could to make sure that they could have good jobs and take care of their baby.

Zen

,,Oh my god! Babe!’’ Zen suddenly barged into the room you were staying in with your two daughters and your son.

You looked up as he happily came to you, hugging you and kissing you.

,,Hyun? Hahaha, what’s wrong with you?’’ you asked him happily when he showered you with love.

Both of you got married when you found out that you were pregnant with your oldest son who was now seventeen.

Your daughter arrived two years later and was now fifteen.

Zen’s little princess by now was already five and was for you, the last child you would push out of your body.

Zen always wanted to have a fourth child, but of course he would always respect your decision not to.

But right now, he felt like you gave him a special present.

,,Thank you, Jagyia!’’ he laughed with tears in his eyes.

,,For what, Hyun?’’ you laughed.

Zen suddenly showed you the pregnancy test he was hiding the whole time, making everyone except the little girl and your husband stop breathing.

You suddenly began to cry, tears leaving your eyes as you looked at what he was holding.

,,Don’t cry, my love…it’s okay! We already have three children! A fourth one will also bring us happiness. Please, let’s be happy!’’ he tried to make you feel better, kissing your wet cheeks.

,,No, Hyun, you don’t get it!’’ you suddenly shouted.

Zen looked at you, his eyes were wide open.

,,Is it perhaps…not mine?’’ he asked you with a trembling voice.

You strongly nodded, making your son jump up in surprise.

Zen was frozen.

He wanted to say something but you suddenly screamed in panic.

,,IT’S POSITIVE, BUT IT’S NOT YOURS! THIS TEST ISN’T MINE EITHER!’’ you yelled, turning your head to your daughter.

Zen was slowly realizing the situation.

,,ARE YOU PREGNANT?!’’ you asked her, shocked.

Your daughter began to sob too as she nodded.

Everyone began to cry suddenly because you were shocked, the pregnant teenager because she was scared and Zen because he was furious.

The only ones who weren’t crying were your son and your youngest daughter.

,,I’m going, I’m going to kill that bastard!’’ he hissed, throwing the test aside and walking out.

He quickly came again, yelling at his daughter:,,TELL ME HIS ADDRESS!’’

,,HYUN! SHE’S PREGNANT! YOU’RE STRESSING HER!’’ you yelled back, defending your daughter.

,,Mc! They had sex!!’’ he tried to make you understand.

,,Dad! Please don’t hurt him!’’ your daughter begged.

You sent your son into your shared bedroom with his father so that you could talk to her alone.

,,Why didn’t you tell me?’’ you asked her, still crying but calm.

She explained that the boy she was in love with apparently fooled her and out of fear, she decided to hide everything.

You knew that Zen wouldn’t stay still after knowing that his daughter was fooled, but you wouldn’t stay still either.

You decided to meet the boy, who was totally rude.

Zen couldn’t hold back and simply threw a fist at the boy.

Afterwards, you all visited the boy’s mother.

You didn’t intend to make her look down on you, but happily, she was on your side, promising to come up with everything she could.

Yoosung

,,Mom, Dad, I need to tell you something…’’ your daughter began in the morning.

Your three sons looked at their sister.

She was the third born in the family.

You and Yoosung began to make babies pretty late, but you still had a big family and handled them pretty well.

Your oldest boy, who was nineteen, was your pride and was currently studying hard to become a lawyer, while your second son, who was only two years apart, wanted to become a teacher really bad.

You were proud of all your children, especially because they all wanted to help people in need.

Even your daughter whose dream was to become a nurse.

Luckily, your youngest son still had time to think about these things.

,,Yes, tell us,’’ you said, not looking up, but cleaning your three year old boy’s mouth.

You smiled brightly, just a family having breakfast together, nothing could break this harmony.

Well, so you thought.

,,I’m pregnant,’’ the girl confessed, sighting deeply after she let a bomb fall in the early morning.

Yoosung began to choke on his coffee while you looked at her, the handkerchief still at your son’s mouth while everyone else let their food fall.

,,I am sorry, it just happened,’’ she mumbled.

You suddenly woke up again.

,,Just happened? It just happened?!’’ you asked her, pressing your eyes together.

Everyone knew that you could brust anytime now.

,,IT JUST HAPPENED THAT YOU HAD SEX?!’’ you asked louder.

Your daughter looked up. She was glaring at you right now.

,,YES! I SLEPT WITH A BOY AND HE GOT ME PREGNANT!’’ she responded.

,,Don’t speak to me that way!’’ you hissed slamming on the table.

The atmosphere just went down to a deadly one and no one knew what to do.

Yoosung just felt like crying suddenly, and before he could even shed a tear, he simply fainted.

,,I had a weird dream….’’ he moaned when he woke up, looking at his son.

,,No dad, Sis really got pregnant,’’ the son mumbled.

Yoosung jumped up, looking in disbelief at his son.  

The blonde boy waited at home with his two sons while you, his wife, and his pregnant…daughter and his oldest son met the boy who was partly at fault for the ruckus.

You came home with teary eyes, your daughter red like a tomato and the oldest son totally pale.

It came out that the boy was a total idiot.

,,He didn’t care at all. He said that it was all her fault and his parents weren’t any better!’’ you cried into Yoosung’s arms.

This was hard to accept for everyone, but you all still had to support your daughter.

Luckily, you weren’t alone at this since even the RFA supported you in this hard fight.

Jaehee

Everyone knew the two supportive mothers in Seoul who had a coffee shop and tried to make everything possible for the only son they had.

These two moms were none other than the both of you.

Sixteen years ago you finally could give birth to your little favorite boy who was still the happiness of your lives.

He was a cheerful boy who gave you so much…

You and Jaehee were just tidying up the coffee shop when he walked in, his hand holding the hand of his girlfriend.

Both of them were childhood friends and two years ago, after a lot of drama, your little boy confessed to her.

,,Hello, you guys! We were just about to prepare dinner!’’ you said and smiled happily, but your instincts immediately hit you and you knew that something wasn’t right.

You and Jaehee sat together while the two teenagers were in front of you. They looked scared as they began to play with their hands.

,,So, I actually made her pregnant…’’ your son confessed, making both of you stop breathing for a few seconds.

You two nodded and looked at each other.

Becoming angry now would be idiotic.

There was nothing you could change by now, was there? 

And so you got up and hugged them both, congratulating them.

,,I’m not hyped. You two are still children and have still a lot of responsibilities, but yelling won’t help.

What do you want to do? Keep the child?’’ you asked them.

The young girl nodded. She was really happy that you reacted that way.

Jaehee, who was following your lead, got up and patted their shoulders.

You guys knew that the young girl didn’t have an easy household, so you agreed to meet her parents.

They of course, yelled and weren’t supportive at all.

So it was just natural that the two teenagers went to you when they had issues.

You all agreed that your son would work at your shop to make money and go to school at the same time while the girl would study hard so that she could make a decent graduation.

Saeyoung

Your husband kept clapping his hands as his son confessed that his girlfriend was pregnant.

You, however, didn’t react the same. It was the opposite.

It seemed as if the angry feeling Saeyoung overplayed was left out by you.

,,HOW CAN YOU BE PROUD OF HIM?!’’ you asked your husband who shrieked by your sudden yells.

He looked at you.

,,Well….’’ he tried to mumble.

,,Getting angry over spilled milk would be dumb, right?’’ he asked you, making you even angrier.

You were disappointed and took your twin daughters by their hands.

You stayed in their rooms with them and began to reflect about the best way to go on with the situation.

Your son was just a seventeen year old boy after all.

He was just as dumb as your husband.

A freak like him who was still going to school. He was still a little boy…

,,Mommy, why are you crying?’’ one of your five year old daughter asked you, looking at your tears.

,,No…It’s just that your brother and a girl made a mistake and now a few things will be harder on him…and I’m just worried…’’ you confessed.

,,Isn’t it because you’re jealous?’’ the other girl asked you.

Her words hit you deeply. How could a five year old see your real problem?

,,Daddy didn’t react that way…I think you care more about oppa in problematic situations, just like Daddy does with us…’’ she told you, leaving you shocked.

She was right.

You were angry at the girl, but it was also your son’s fault.

You knew that this eventually would have happened one day. Of course not that early, but still…

And just like Saeyoung said, being angry wouldn’t solve anything.

The young boy suddenly entered the room and hugged you.

,,I will work hard. I will begin a part time Job at Uncle Jumin’s place and make money to support them…I will try my best at school…I won’t disappoint you anymore, I promise!’’ your son also sobbed.

You quickly hugged him again and patted his back, telling him over and over again that you would be there for him.

And even though Saeyoung seemed well, he made sure that his little girls wouldn’t have manly friends for a long long time…

Saeran (personally my fav)

Your husband would laugh at the people who would have told him that in the future he would be a proud father of three wonderful children.

He would have hit everyone who would have told him that he would live peacefully with his brother, which he believed had left him.

He would have blushed for every comment about the deep feelings you had for him.

Saeran simply couldn’t believe that everything else other than being by Rika’s side would have made his life better.

But indeed it was true.

Thanks to you and the RFA’s help, he could save Saeyoung who got kidnapped. 

With you, he could finally experience true love.

Love for you on your wedding day nineteen years ago and the birth of his oldest daughter afterwards.

And even if he didn’t know that was possible, a constant love for the twins you gave birth to afterwards.

Saeran was a proud dad and overcame his fears.

But right now, he was facing something he never thought could happen.

His daughter, who just turned 18, was pregnant. Her boyfriend, next to her, dark red while she looked into his eyes.

She had a strong and constant way of looking, never looking away.

He knew that she noticed that he was disappointed and he knew that she would have wanted to burst in tears, but he also knew how strong he raised the most beautiful girl.

She looked just like you, his dearly loved wife.

Her hand was on her boyfriend’s and over her still flat belly.

He was no good. He was way too weak and her will was stronger.

This, no good, boy made her pregnant. Saeran was sure that his daughter would never show him her weakness out of her own pride.

Saeran wanted to slap the boy and to yell, but as soon as he saw your smile he knew that this was the wrong reaction because you were just as strong as his daughter.

,,We will support you,’’ he began, feeling that his daughter was slowly becoming less nervous.

,,I’m not happy that this all happened so early and you will have to work on your mistake on your own. We will be here if you need help, but we won’t take over your mistakes. Your youth is over now,’’ Saeran said.

His daughter nodded and the boy looked up.

With a trembling voice he promised to take good care of her.

Afterwards, both of them stepped out, on their way to tell the boy’s parents what was happening.

While Saeran’s princess stepped out as an adult woman, he saw her little figure, waving a last time to him with her bright smile.

,,You did well…’’ you whispered when he suddenly felt something wet on his cheeks.

,,You can cry now. She won’t see you…you did well, Saeran…’’ you said, hugging him strongly.

Jihyun

The gynecologist looked pitifully at you while she confessed that Lucy was pregnant.

Lucy began to cry while you were holding her hand.

,,It’s okay, we can do that…’’ you told her with a trembling voice.

You thanked the Doctor as both of you walked out hand in hand.

,,Mom, I’m sorry-’’

You quickly made her stay silent. 

,,You can’t regret it now. It’s a part of you, but it will be okay. As long as you can live with it, you won’t get crushed by the hard times,’’ you told her, holding her hand.

You knew that Jihyun would be the last person on this world who would prejudice Lucy for her mistake.

But the community  was what scared you.

Lucy would surely have a hard time, but you were there to help and protect her.

Both of you arrived at your home where your birth children and Husband waited for you.

He brightly smiled at you, but quickly noticed that something was wrong and came to hug both of you.

The three of you sat together and talked about it.

Jihyun nodded and stayed supportive.

You decided to send her to private school a few hours away so that no friends would talk bad about her.

Of course they would talk bad about her eventually, but for now you wanted to keep the stressfactor away from her so that she could focus on her well being.

You and Jihyun talked a lot about it and eventually decided to move homes so that she didn’t have to stay alone.

The sad, but at the same good thing in the situation was that the boy who made her pregnant didn’t even stop her from moving.

But even though Jihyun wasn’t like that, he wanted to make sure that he would regret his mistakes a lot, and with the help he got from his best friend, it was possible.  

Vanderwood

,,How could this happen?!’’ Vanderwood asked his son as he shook his head.

The boy who was sitting in front of him asked him if he really wanted to know how he did it, making Vanderwood even angrier.

,,Vanderwood, don’t you dare hit your son or else I will hit you!’’ you hissed, defending your son.

,,You know why this happened?! Because you go too easy on this rascal!’’ Vanderwood suddenly hissed, making you chuckle.

,,You should have told him how the manly body works and what condoms are for!’’ you hissed back.

You looked at your son and took his hand.

With your soft voice, you asked him if he knew what he did.

,,Yes, Mom, I’m not a child,’’ the boy responded.

Vanderwood slapped his hand on the table.

,,This shitty comment already shows me that you are a kid! You made a mistake!’’ Vanderwood hissed as he glared at his sixteen years old son.

You sighed and looked at your son again.

,,So, what will the girl do? You practically ended your life as a child. Parenthood isn’t easy. It’s hard on us and we’re older. Do you know what you will go through?’’ you asked him.

Your son shook his head.

,,She’s pregnant, not me,’’ he commented.

At that point Vanderwood couldn’t hold back and simply slapped his own son.

,,VANDERWOOD!’’ you yelled.

,,I TRIED TO HOLD MY HAND BACK, BUT MY OWN SON IS SUCH A DICK!’’ he yelled louder.

He didn’t think that his son would answer like that.

,,You’re only thinking about yourself! The girl will be in a lot of pain and her life will change completely and all you can say is that she’s the one who’s pregnant?’’ Vanderwood asked him.

Your son nodded. 

,,She wants to have an abortion even through I said no. I googled and read that abortion has a lot of side effects such as depression or even infertility, but she said that she didn’t care. She said that it was her own body and that she was the one pregnant. She told me that I only helped her, but that it was her doing after all so, Dad, what do you think should I do?’’ your son asked him, tearing up slowly.

You immediately understood that your son was in much more pain and so you hugged him while he sobbed into your arm.

Even Vanderwood stayed silent now.

You guys tried to talk it over with the parents of the girl but they blocked you and since it was indeed the girl’s body, you couldn’t change anything, even though it was your son’s baby too.

Your family however, somehow, was more united now after this happened and overcame a big scare together.

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[yandere-society]

Day 11 | Santa Tell Me

Synopsis: You’ve always been strangely scared of Santa as a child. The thought of a stranger in heavy boots breaking into your home and rummaging through your stuff has always terrified you. And you felt that terror right now, in this instant, as you laid there with two men in bright green suits hovering over your pretend-sleeping form.

The 12 Days of Black Christmas Event Masterlist

Pairing: Vmin x Female Reader

Admin: @roses-ruby​​

Trigger warnings: Yandere themes, bad crack, attempted kidnapping, stalking, stupid jokes, joke about religion, swearing, bad mouthing Santa 

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You really hated Christmas.

You hated everything that had to do with Christmas. All the sugary deserts, the unhealthy binging, the fake family bonding and seasonal depression longing. The freezing weather that froze your toes and pipes, the blinding red and greens, otherwise known as holiday delights. The overzealous consumerism around every corner, the empty materialism that gave everyone boners. The deforestation and self-righteousness, the ugly sweaters and proud religious mess. You hated Christmas and its warping spider’s net and all the very, merry, happy, holy, holly, jolly shit that went along with it.  

It wasn’t like you ever had a good Christmas to change your mind. When you were six, every girl at school had the brand-new light up Princess Dolly sneakers for Christmas but thanks to your skinflint of a dad, you got the direct knock off; Princess Polly sneakers. Polly with a PUH. They didn’t even fucking light up. To this day you get nightmares from the bullying. At 15, you got typhoid fever before the big ski vacation and while everyone else got to go have the time of their life, you were stuck rotting at home with your weird cousin Sigil who collected the dead skins from snake sheds. And just last year, at an unbearably boring office party, your ex best friend and crush made out under the mistletoe for 15. Whole. Minutes. Last you heard of them, they were engaged.

Let’s not even start about your irrational fear of Santa Claus. Every bad Christmas could be traced back to him. You cried the first time you heard your dad describe the bearded old man. Your reaction confused the hell out of him but to you, he was the strange one. What kind of parent allows an overgrown, capitalist bear man who dresses in red and brainwashes elf and reindeer to come into their home using the chimney and spy on their kids throughout the whole year? Was he a sadist? When you were younger, you would wet the bed just thinking of him stomping around your house in the dark. Safe to say, you never left him any cookies. Now, you’re just glad you grew out of the phase of believing in such a horrid creature like Santa Claus. Finally, you could sleep happy knowing that no one would sneak into your house in the middle of the night.

So, while we’re on that topic…who exactly were the two men whispering in the dark inside your room if it’s definitely not Santa?

“We have to quickly get back before he notices we’re missing. QUICKLY, Taehyung.”

“I know, I know. Let me just untangle this rope, Jimin.”

Who the fuck were Taeyoong and Jimmy and what the fuck were they doing in your house? That’s what you were thinking as you laid on your bed pretending to be asleep, absolutely still in the complete dark. Of course, you had a break in on the night of Christmas because why the fuck not. What made you think this one year, your Christmas day would turn out okay?

You were stuck even further because you lost the window of opportunity to wake up and startle the intruders and perhaps scream for help because since the moment they snuck in (3 minutes ago) you did nothing but lay there listening to their banter like the idiot you are. Maybe you could pretend all their ‘noise’ woke you up, but then again you weren’t too fond of your acting skills.

But honestly, who were they? What did they want? Why did they keep mentioning returning before this ‘he’ found out they were gone?

As you were pondering your crisis, someone blew straight into your ear. You shot up from the bed with a scream and immediately turned on the lamp beside you. Two men in strange green tunics and stockings, pointy ears, and tall hats with a bell stare back at you with an equally horrified expression.

They were dressed up as…elves?

“See, I told you she was awake.” The one on your right, resembling a small animal, possibly the bastard who blew in your ear, chirps.

“Wow, you really do have night vision, Jiminie.” The taller one behind the edge of your bed, the one holding a rope says, while staring at you in a daze.

“Who the fuck are you both? How did you get in? What do you want?” You shout, bringing your comforter to your chest.

All they do is stare at you with lovesick eyes to which you scowl. Hold on, why were your potential murderers so hot?

“_-___,” The one on the right calls you carefully. He had round and soft features with a sharp jaw. Slender eyes and bright pink hair matching his rosy cheeks on his otherwise cute pale face. “It’s an honor to finally meet you…my name is J-Jimin.”

“I’m Taehyung.” You turn to the man with the rope. His features were extremely well proportioned and downright lethal. A devilishly handsome face, beautiful golden skin and dark brown mopy hair. He appeared and sounded like a mature sugar daddy but stared at you like a 12-year-old pervert.

You sat silent after the two men’s greetings. What were you supposed to say after intruders introduced themselves? Nice to meet you? And how did they know your name?

“…O-Okay…Jimin, Taehyung…why are you in my house.”

“We’re here to kidnap you.” Jimin smiles, his eyes turning into crescents.

“E…Excuse me?”

“Yeah! We’re here because we love you and we want you for ourselves, so we have to take you from your home.” Taehyung says, stretching the rope in his hands.

“WHAT?” You couldn’t believe your ears. Did you perhaps start hallucinating after your edible once again? Because that would explain this crazy ass dream you were having right now. Since when did you have an elf kink though?

“So you see,” Jimin begins walking to stand beside Taehyung so now they were both in front of you, “We’re Santa’s elves. We were the ones assigned to watch over you, see if you were naughty or nice.”

“Pfft, you’re very naughty~” Taehyung giggles, blushing like crazy. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“And over the years,” Jimin continues, “We came to fall in love with you to the point of obsession. So now we want to kidnap you and take you to the north pole where we three will live in a polyamorous relationship and only me and Taehyung will get to be with you.”

“We’ll fuck every day.” Taehyung chimes in proudly, earning a smack to the back of his head from Jimin who mutters ‘not yet.’

“Ahahaha, what Taehyung meant was…of course any sexual relationship would be consensual. No means no, after all.” Jimin winks awkwardly

You just sat there, mouth wide open as your brain refused to process all the information that was just presented to you. So not only were your intruders dressed up as elves, but they were also clinically insane.

“I’m calling the cops.”

“W-wait! We can prove it to you!” Jimin jumps, rushing back to your side. “When you were 10, you really wanted a MayaMaya doll collection set didn’t you? You didn’t tell your dad about it because you thought he would get you the knock off; the Papaya doll collection. It was the first and only time you were okay with Santa coming into your house, so you didn’t even set the bear trap in the fireplace like you did every year.”

He was right. What the fuck.

“W…how did you know that?”

“We saw you.” Jimin says, eyes soft and smile tender, “You were wishing so earnestly that Christmas Eve, it almost made me cry.”

“W…wait so…Santa is real?”

“Of course.” They sang in unison

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, time out.” You huff, “He’s been real this whole time, yet he’s never gotten me what I wanted for Christmas?”

“Oh, my love.” Taehyung strides up and sits on your side of the bed, taking your hand in his. “It was out of our hands…we tried to get you on the nice list, but he could sense your bad vibes…also I’m pretty sure he was salty you never left him cookies. He is sort of petty.”

“So you’re telling me that hippy bitch Claire really did deserved that large purple dollhouse more than me?”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, she hasn’t been on the nice list for a long time now…all she asks for are sex toys.” Taehyung stares off into the distance.

“How long have ya’ll been watching me?”

“We are supposed to stop once a kid doesn’t believe in Santa anymore...but we were just always rooting for you. Before we knew it, we were watching you way into adulthood...and then slowly we started falling in love with you.” Jimin blushes

“...Have ya’ll seen me-”

“Naked? No...but we really want to.” Taehyung bites his bottom lip.

“I can’t believe this…” You groan, placing a palm over your forehead.

“Hey now, Jesus didn’t die today for you to be full of despair.” The taller elf rubs your hand with his thumb

“No, you idiot. He was born today…I think.” Jimin tsks

“Oh…well the point still stands. Don’t be sad my love. We never want you to have a bad Christmas again.”

“Anyway, we should hurry before Santa notices we abandoned him. That ass-kisser Jin also tagged along so we don’t have to worry too much about our portion of the presents since he would love to show off how competent he is to Santa all by himself. We can just say we ran a bit late because some kid almost woke up.” Jimin tells Taehyung to which he nods, getting his rope ready.

Oh right, this was a kidnapping. You forgot.

“___, just stay perfectly still and we’ll easily load you into the bottom of Santa’s gift sack. That thing is huge, no one will notice but us.”

“Guys, wait.” You say to which they freeze. “Let me think about this.”

They look at you with pleading puppy dog eyes and you start to contemplate it. Should you go with the two elves that barged into your house and tried to kidnap you and possibly turn you into a sex slave?

…

What were the pros and cons?

If you go to the North Pole, you’d basically be stuck with everything you hate about Christmas all year round. But could it be that bad seeing how smoking these two elves were? They could easily keep you warm. Were all elves this hot? Wait…could Santa possibly be hot? Your mouth watered thinking about it. Is this an enemies to lovers AU after all?

Whatever it was, it was interesting and more importantly you had a lot of unfinished business with the man in red. You could see it now, forming a mutiny with all the elves. Killing Claus and taking over his empire. Then it would be you who rules Christmas and boy, do you have a few changes you wanted to make like the beginning of this story states. Finally, all your wishes will come true. This time you WILL get the light up Princess Dolly sneakers and MayaMaya doll collection set.

And so, with a sinister plot forming in your head, you smile at the two eager elves in front of you.

“Alright boys, let’s go.”

Maybe this Christmas won’t be so bad after all.

#bts #park jimin #kim taehyung #yandere bts #yandere jimin #bts crack #yandere taehyung

[aliceslantern]

Grow, a Kingdom Hearts fanfic, chapter 11

Suddenly human and abandoned in the Keyblade Graveyard, Demyx struggles to survive and come to terms with what his life is. Only by chance is he saved from exposure, and brought to Radiant Garden to recover. Unsure of who he is and where to even begin, Demyx finds a kindred spirit in Ienzo, and before long finds perhaps he isn't the only one lost in this new life. But how can they move forward with so much holding them back?

Roughly canonverse, Zemyx, hurt/comfort. Started for Zemyx day (9/6). Updates Wednesdays until it's done.

Chapter summary:  In the wake of memories, Ienzo has a breakdown. The time in the desert catches up to Demyx.

Read it on FF.net/on AO3

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Demyx woke with a gasp. He was soaked in sweat, and he looked at his hands. My name , he thought dazedly. That’s my name! He turned to Ienzo, ready to wake him up and tell him everything.

Except Ienzo was already awake. He was on his side, curled tightly, and he was crying.

“Hey,” Demyx said softly. “Bad dream?”

“I’m fine,” he said. “Go back to sleep.”

“You’re not fine, if you’re crying.”

“It’s an involuntary reaction.”

“What happened?”

“One in a hundred basement dreams,” he said. “Just… all these moments I could’ve stopped--feeling my… heart get ripped out of my chest…” He shuddered. “This pain is just what I deserve. Karma.”

“You don’t deserve that.”

“After all I’ve done?” Ienzo asked in a high voice. “This is the least of what I deserve.”

“No. No, Zo. That’s just not true.”

“Why not.”

“You couldn’t help being lead onto that path--”

“What about after?” his tone was shrill. “When I was old enough, when I should’ve known right from wrong?”

Demyx didn’t know what to say.

“We killed people, Demyx.” He got up and started rather violently getting dressed. “Come on. You need to see something, if you want to be with me.”

Demyx could only follow. He was feeling hot and dizzy again. Ienzo led him down to the computer lab, to a door at the far side. He punched in numbers, breathing heavily. “We don’t have to--”

“ Yes we do. ” The syllables rang loudly in the metal space.

Demyx reached forward to touch his shoulders, fighting his own nausea. “No. We don’t.”

Ienzo slapped his hands away, grabbed one, and brought him downstairs into the basement.

The basement… was just a basement.

Demyx felt that bad things had happened here. The energy was just too charged. Ienzo stood, staring, dazed, at the cells, all of the doors closed and quiet. It was strangely clean. Empty.

“I killed people,” Ienzo said, in a much lower voice. “I wanted to do experiments and when I asked they said okay. I manipulated people. Pushed them to their breaking points, psychologically. When they were broken Xehanort plucked out their hearts, and I didn’t feel the least bit sorry. I thought we were making discoveries which would change the world.”

Demyx swallowed. He thought of a childlike Ienzo standing over a body fading to darkness.

“I killed people,” he repeated. “And afterwards when I could not feel I killed even more, let whole worlds fall because of our plans. Why am I--why am I still here?”

“You’ve been given a second chance,” Demyx said. “You were a… you were a kid, Zo.” He chanced touching his shoulder. “You were manipulated onto this path. You said it yourself--Xehanort gaslit you into thinking this lab was your idea. You were too young. Too smart.”

“Too smart,” he echoed.

“And you chose good now, right? You chose to help the world? That means a lot. That means so much.” His vision was swarming. He cupped Ienzo’s face.

“Seeing this--how could you still--”

“I love you.”

If anything, this was the wrong thing to say. “Why?” It was nearly a bleat. “Why? Why ?”

“I do, Ienzo. I do. We talked about this. What were you supposed to do? These people were your parents, and they asked you for something, and you were good at it. They took your dad away. You had nothing left. What were you supposed to do? Run away, at eight, ten, twelve years old? Give up everything? How were you supposed to know what was going to happen?”

The wildness in his eye was fading.

“And you’re doing everything in your power to put it right, right? To fix it? To help people? And you are. You work so hard every day. You’re using that research to help people. It’s going to change the world.” He felt like he was talking out of his ass. “Look, it so sucks that you had to go through this. But I’m too selfish to let you keep hating and blaming yourself when this is not your fault .” His voice echoed loudly. “Not when I can see the real you. And he is so kind and patient and smart and funny. You… you deserve to be here. You deserved to be loved. I mean it.” He was sweating all over, and the pain in his back had returned, thumping in time with his racing heart. “I mean it.”

Ienzo sank to his knees. Demyx knelt with him and pulled him close. He was crying again, but it seemed like the kind of crying that had to happen, so Demyx just shushed and rocked him. After what felt like hours, hours where Demyx struggled not to vomit, struggled to stay completely conscious, he calmed. “Oh Demyx,” he said. “Oh.”

“I know. It’s okay. We can pretend this didn’t happen.”

“I don’t want to.” He stood and offered him his hands. “I love you too. I don’t… I don’t deserve you.”

“More like I don’t deserve you.” He smiled, weakly. He was feeling weird now, and wanted to go back to bed. “Let’s go home, okay?”

The long, long walk back upstairs seemed to take an eternity. “Your hand is really warm,” Ienzo said.

“The stress made me hot.” Why was he lying? He needed help.

“I insist you see Even first thing in the morning.”

“...I will.” He was feeling even stranger now, hazy, weird. Upstairs was in sight now. Maybe he could sit for a few minutes when they got there…

They passed the threshold. Something unraveled in him, went sharp, went weird, went sideways--

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The next thing Demyx was aware of, he was on the cold hard metal floor, on his side, and his head was in Ienzo’s lap. There was the smell of vomit, a slickness of sweat, and there was an awkward wetness between his legs. “...What…” He mumbled. His head was pounding, and the pain in his back had reached a fever pitch.

“Don’t move. Try to relax.”

“What happened?”

“You had a seizure.”

“I don’t… remember…”

“Of course you don’t.”

“Where are my glasses?”

“I took them off for safekeeping. Even and Dilan are coming. Just try to stay still until then.”

He looked down as much as he was able. A spare lab coat had been spread over his lap. He realized what the wetness was; he’d pissed himself. A humiliated flush heated his face. “I’m sorry I peed,” he mumbled. “And threw up.”

“It was completely involuntary, Demyx, it’s okay. Most people do when they seize.” His voice was soothing, but he detected an undertone of stress. Ienzo stroked his sweaty hair.

Footsteps. “What are you two doing down here?” Even snapped. “How long did he seize for?”

“I’m not sure exactly--I was trying to keep him from aspirating the vomit.”

“Boy, minutes count. Guess.”

“Five minutes or so?”

Even swore. He knelt down by Demyx. “Hello there,” he said.

“I’m sorry.” His eyes watered.

“It’s alright, child.”

Child? That’s how Demyx knew he was in deep shit. He felt Even’s cold hands taking his pulse, his temperature.

“Febrile,” he muttered. “What else do you feel?”

“Sick,” he said. “Just really… sick. And…” He swallowed. “My back really hurts? Like a lot?”

Even probed him gently. “Here? Right here?”

He hissed. “Right there.”

“Ah,” Even said. Demyx couldn’t see his expression clearly.

“Even, what is--” Ienzo began. Then, “oh.”

“Quite,” Even said. “Oh, Dilan, there you are. Thanks for taking your sweet time.”

“I’m tired,” Demyx murmured.

“Close your eyes and rest,” Ienzo said. “It’s okay.”

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He didn’t get all the way asleep, but awareness slid in and out. He was vaguely aware of Ienzo changing him into a robe, of Even taking blood samples. The pain was still awful and nausea brought him around. “Oh,” he said.

Ienzo’s head snapped up. He was sitting next to the bed in the infirmary. “What do you need?”

“I’m gonna be sick.”

He held a bin in front of him. Demyx heaved, but nothing other than water really came up. “I’ll have Even give you an antiemetic.” He handed him a cup of water to rinse out his mouth.

“What’s wrong with me?” he asked wearily. He had a suspicion but he needed it in words.

“We’re trying to figure out for sure. You need to relax. It’s going to be okay.”

He tried to lay back. For a while he just felt weak and hazy and sweaty until he looked up and saw Even. The man rubbed a prep pad over his bicep, and Demyx felt a pick of a needle, then a numbness in his arm. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, you’re awake,” he said. Demyx didn’t recall sleeping. “I’m putting a port line in. You remember from before, yes? This is just something to make that process more comfortable.”

“Why?” he asked.

“You need the fluids,” Even said. Despite the numbing, when he put the line in Demyx felt every little pinch and prick. “Okay. Okay. Steady. Good boy. I’m done.”

Thin, strange-tasting tears ran down his face. He felt something stinging injected into the line--an antiemetic like Ienzo said? A painkiller? Just saline?--but whatever it was made him so exhausted he dozed.

In this haze Demyx heard voices.

“...You’re sure?”

“I showed you the numbers, Ienzo. The fever, the vomiting, the seizing especially. I wish he were lucid enough so I could ask how long the symptoms have existed…”

“At least since yesterday.”

“...It’s advanced enough that I’m sure it’s been longer. I… had suspected he might not bounce back so quickly. But he’s young, and fit more or less, so I didn’t see a reason to scare him unnecessarily. Which begs the question why you two were alone for so long yesterday, but there are more immediate problems.”

“So what do we do?”

“The dialysis will buy some time and make him feel better. But it’s not a good long term solution--not to mention it will greatly decrease his quality of life.”

“So there’s truly no way they will bounce back?”

“The loss of function was complete, Ienzo, complete. If the medications he’s been taking haven’t been helping, nothing will.” A long pause. “I may have a solution, but it will take a little time. ”

“I think I catch your drift.”

Demyx slept. When he woke he felt considerably less shitty, but with this clarity came a bunch of truths he wasn’t ready to face.

He’d remembered his name and a little bit more of his past.

He’d seen Ienzo in a godawful amount of pain.

There was something seriously medically wrong with him.

The line in his arm pinched. He sat up a little. He could see blood creeping down one line and back in another, with plain fluid in a third. The blood was connected to a small machine, which was ticking along quietly. His glasses had been set on a bedside table. Demyx knew without looking he was back in the infirmary.

Ienzo was dozing in the chair next to the bed, a scratchy-looking blanket tucked around his shoulders.

Demyx felt mostly… numb.

Ienzo jolted awake with a start. “Demyx.”

“Hey.”

“How do you feel?”

“Lots better. Tired, though.” His muscles were sore, he realized; not the terrible awful ache he’d been living with (which had quieted, it seemed, for the time being). “I’m in pretty deep shit, aren’t it?”

Ienzo sighed heavily. He sat up. “Yes,” he said tiredly.

“My kidneys are fucked, aren’t they?”

“The technical diagnosis is “renal failure” but, yes.” He reached over to touch Demyx’s face. “Even thinks he has a solution. You just have to hold on long enough for him to implement it.”

He sighed. In his mind’s eye he saw the desert. “Man, people might as well be made of paper,” he said. “Little dehydration and it all falls apart.”

Ienzo’s smile was cramped and sad.

He swallowed. “Before… everything got super dramatic,” he said, “I remembered something.”

“You did?”

“I… I really think I did.” He told him about the dream/memory. “She’s my sister, Ienzo.” His eyes watered. “Elrena is my sister. All of that… that insulting. It’s just a mutated form of sibling rivalry.”  

“How do you feel about that?”

“Confused,” Demyx admitted. “The spot she has in my heart is just… weird.”

“Of course it is.”

“Where is she? Is she home? Do we have parents? More siblings? Is she okay?”

“She likely recompleted. I’m sure she’s physically fine.”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“You don’t have to,” Ienzo said. He touched one of the tubes. “Right now, you can’t .”

"And there's my name." He took a deep breath. “Edym.”

A long, long pause. Ienzo smiled. “Do you want me to call you that?”

“I’m… I’m not sure,” he said. “Maybe you could try to, and I can see how I feel?”

“Of course.” He leaned over and kissed him once. “It’s nice to meet you, Edym.”

#grow #ienzo #demyx #zemyx

[walking-true-to-style]

She || J.M.

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Pregnant! Reader

Words: 5.05k

Warnings: ANGST CENTRAL. Medical topics, blood, death, pregnancy

Gender: Cis Female

Request: I merged two anonymous requests:

“Can i request angst with joe? like him losing his wife at childbirth and he only has their daughter left? Sorry im really feeling the angst today”

“Im a bit scared to ask, but could you write a fic with joe where after the readers due date extends past 2 weeks, they both get really scared but finally their daughter is brought into the world? And the daughters name is Josephine Francis to match her daddy's name? ❤❤ thank you!!!” 

(I’m so sorry btw 2nd anon this is not what you wanted I’m sure)

Synopsis: You and Joe have been trying for a baby for forever. Now that she’s on the way, she is stubborn and won’t come out. This can lead to some complications. Nevertheless, you and Joe will try to stick it out as much as you can for little baby Josephine. He’s gonna be a great dad.

A/N: I just wannt point out. Dr. Fahmy is a real person in NYC dealing in pregnancies. I used his name to make the story a little more realistic.This is in no way a reflection on him or his work. He’s rated as a 5-star Doctor, and I’m sure he’s amazing. 

“(y/n), I know this is scary, but you need to come back to bed.”

“Joe, she’s two weeks overdue! How can I just fucking come back to bed?” you stare at your husband exasperatedly before continuing to pace around your bedroom. Joe watches you from the bed with a clenched jaw and worried eyes. He bites the inside of his cheek as he listens to you ramble.

“God, maybe this is a sign. Maybe we AREN’T ready. What the fuck is going to happen to me? To the baby!” Beads of sweat trickle down your face. You feel a slight kick inside you, causing you to stop in your tracks. You look down at your belly and set your hands on it.

“You HAVE to come out. PLEASE. What is taking you so long?!” you beg. Tears stream from your eyes, and you hide your face in your hand, shaking.

At this point, Joe can’t bear to watch you panic more. He sighs and shakes his head.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough, babe. We need to think rationally about this.” he comes up behind you and snakes his arms around your midsection. He leans into you and sets his head on your shoulder, planting small pecks on your neck. You stand there and sob, taking in your husband’s scent. He comes around to face you, and you bury yourself into his chest. He holds you gently, careful not to squish your stomach at all and rubs your back.

“It’s gonna be okay, (y/n). I promise.” Joe whispers to you sweetly. You sniffle and whimper, holding him tighter. He moves from stroking your back to your head, letting out a small sigh.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. I love you.”

“I love you too…” you murmur.

You aren’t really sure how, but Joe seems to have superpowers in calming you down from panic attacks. The moment he touched you, a sense of calm already washed over your body. It was as if he were a warm lavender bath every time he engulfed you in his arms.

The house begins to still and time speeds back up for you after a moment. As you calm down, Joe pulls back and looks at you with complete admiration. You flush slightly under his gaze. He rubs your blotchy, tear-streaked cheeks. You lean into his touch and take a long breath through your nose in a futile attempt to clear it.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” he grins. You scoff at him playfully and clear your throat.

“Even when I’m a gross, snotty mess?” you ask him weakly. He snorts at your question and kisses your cheek.

“Even when you’re a snot monster, (y/n).” Joe smirks and sits you down on the bed finally, kneeling in front of you. He rubs your thighs lovingly, and you bring a hand to his cheek. He moves to kiss your palm a few times before using your thighs as support to get up.

“Feeling better?” he inquires. You nod, earning a kiss on the knuckles from him.

“How ‘bout I make you some warm chamomile tea. Doc said you can have just a little right?” you chuckle at the mischievous little smile playing on Joe’s lips and the subtle shoulder shimmy he’s doing.

“Sounds good, babe.” you smile back, exhaustion evident in your face. Dark bags lay thick under your eyes, and your cheeks are still blotchy and wet. Still, your husband looks upon you with a doting gaze. Joe plants a kiss to your hair and goes to the door. Before he exits he turns back to you.

“I’ll be right back. I’ll miss you.” He says the last part with a silly voice, earning a snort from you with a playful eye roll to follow.

“Miss you too, Joey.” he lets out an amused snuff at your reaction and disappears down the hall. You watch the door for a moment before your gaze shifts about the beige walls of the room, over the shelves with various knick-knacks, including Sledge’s old pipe, and photos of you and Joe through various points in your life. You giggle at the one from the night you first started dating, remembering how Joe couldn’t take his eyes off you in the car after Rocky Horror that night.

You’ve both come such a long way since then.

Your eyes finally fall onto the mirror, reflecting your form on the bed. Your gaze fixes onto your swollen belly in the reflection. Setting a gentle hand on top of it, you rub your abdomen over the fabric of your shirt. You breathe deeply and exhale.

“We’re gonna be okay, Ms. Josephine Francis…” you whisper.

As if on cue, you hear the teapot squealing and a “SHIT!” from Joe, followed by a calamity of dishes clamoring together. You snort and shake your head, letting out an amused sigh.

“That is, if your daddy doesn’t kill us all first.”

A few moments later, Joe appears with a mug of tea and a sheepish smile. You cock a brow at him in questioning, though, you have a feeling you know what happened.

“Burn yourself, Joe?” you smirk at him. He feigns insult at you and laughs.

“I don’t have to answer that.” he jokes as he sets the mug on your nightstand, steam flowing out. You chortle and press your lips together.

“Your silence says a thousand words, my love.” you tell him. He leans down and plants a kiss on your lips before helping you get your legs up and then coming around to settle in beside you.

“We’re gonna call Dr. Fahmy tomorrow first thing, I promise.” Joe yawns as he snuggles into your shoulder, hot breath from his nose fanning over your neck and collarbone. His arm finds a way over your midsection, still careful about where his arms end up. You always admired his delicacy with your body. He treated it like a priceless artifact that must be treasured at all times, even when making love, which you’ve both abstained from since you learned about your pregnancy. Still, he remains just as physical as before, even if it is more gently and carefully. Truly, he is the man of your heart and you are always sure to return the favor to him.

You nod and take the mug of tea from the nightstand, blowing on the top to cool the water. You take a few sips and set it back down. Joe rubs your arm gently and peers up at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he inquires breathily. He kisses your shoulder and snuggles you closer. You turn to him and press a kiss into his forehead.

“Only every day, but I like the reminders.” you reply snarkily. He hums and closes his eyes. You reach over to turn off the light and settle down, laying your head on top of his. You close your eyes, already feeling your exhaustion catching up to you.

“I love you, Joe. Thank you so much.” you yawn out before dozing off.

“I love you too, beautiful. Sweet dreams.”

The next morning, you wake up to an empty space beside you and the mug missing from your nightstand. Peering over at the clock on your wall, it reads 8:37 AM. The smell of food is wafting into the room, piquing your interest. Your stomach immediately growls at the scent, demanding you investigate. Your hips contract slightly, causing you to grunt from the sensation. You settle your hand on your belly and tsk.

“Alright, lighten up there, Francis. We’ll get you some food in a sec.” you tell your unborn daughter. You shift out of bed and hoist yourself up. Slipping on your slippers, you make your way to the kitchen where Joe is setting out plates of fruit and chocolate chip pancakes with peanut butter. Queen is playing as he moves about the kitchen. You’d think he’d be tired of it by now, but you’re so glad he isn’t.

“What’s all this?” you smirk at him. His head jerks up to meet you, obviously spooked by your silent entrance.

“I figured you would want to have a good breakfast after last night.” Joe says sweetly. He sets down the silverware and makes his way over to you, wrapping his arms around the small of your back and kissing you. You chuckle at him and and peck his cheek again.

“You should really not let me give into my cravings, dork.” you chuckle at him. He sways you gently and says, “Yeah, but how can I not spoil the most beautiful woman in the world? Besides,” he bends down to kiss your midsection. “You’re still eating for two.” You scoff at him jokingly, though, you nod. Joe pulls out the chair for you and pushes you in.

“Hopefully not for too much longer…” you bite the inside of your cheek, not meaning for it to come out so bitter. Joe ushers an “I know.” to you and pours out some water for you.

“How are we feeling this morning, by the way?” he asks. You shrug at him.

“Not bad. Glad I was able to sleep in a bit. Oh- I need to call Dr. Fahmy.” you remember suddenly. You pull out your phone and look up the number, Joe shakes his head.

“I already called this morning. He can take us at 3 today, if that works. That’s the soonest he had.”

“That’s perfect, you’re the best.” you grin. He leans down to kiss you, which you reciprocate happily.

“I know.” he snorts. You laugh in return.

As Joe sits down, he pulls out his phone to check news and social media for any BoRhap fans’ DMs. You do the same, humming to the music playing and sit in a comfortable silence as you both eat. The sound of your silverware and the music in the background are the only sounds in the otherwise peaceful home. To your surprise, Joe actually did quite a good job making breakfast this morning. Nothing was overly burnt or undercooked. You’ve taught him well since moving in together.

After you’ve finished your meals, Joe clears the dishes, despite your complaining that you can do it yourself. Afterward, you both chill out until you need to head down to Fahmy’s office. Joe helps you into the car and comes around.

“Hey, Joe?” you start.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“What’ll happen if… something goes wrong? Like, we lose the baby or something?” you bite your lip nervously. Joe watches you with concern. He starts the car and looks at you assuringly.

“We’ll figure it out. If we do lose her, though, I certainly won’t mind trying again with you.” he winks. You push him and exclaim, “Jesus Christ, Joe!”  You know he was only trying to cheer you up, but damn. Joe pecks your cheek and chuckles.

“Sorry, sorry. But in all seriousness…. Dr. Fahmy is a good doctor. I doubt anything will happen, babe. And I’m going to be with you the whole time, okay?” he squeezes your hand and you nod your head at him.

“Okay.”

At the office, you and Joe sit in uncomfortable anticipation in the waiting room. You are laying your head on his shoulder as he fidgets with his wedding ring. There are other women in the room looking at you both. You don’t know if it’s because your husband is a celebrity or what. Either way, you really wish they’d stop. You pull out your phone to scroll through emails and texts to distract from the staring. Nevertheless, you feel the eyes on you.

A breath of relief escapes as you finally hear the nurse call the two of you back. You check vitals and get seated into the room.

“Dr. Fahmy will see you both in a moment. He’s finishing up with another patient.” the nurse tells you before exiting the room.

Great… more waiting.

“Hang in there, babe. This is gonna be over soon.” Joe soothes you. You lick your lips and sigh.

“I know. I’m just worried."

After about 20 minutes, Dr. Fahmy finally pokes his head in.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Mazzello. How are we doing today?” he asks you. You both exchange pleasantries and go through your vitals.

“So, from what I’m seeing by your last ultrasound, things are going smoothly.” he tells you. It gives you some relief.

“When was your last visit?”

“About a week ago.” Joe speaks up for you.

“Okay, so what I’m going to have you guys do is do a few tests while you’re here. We’re going to do another fetal heart rate monitoring and an amniotic fluid volume assessment. Are you aware of how those work?” he asks. You nod.

“Done it before.”

“Okay, wonderful. I’m going to take you back now if you want.” You nod and get in the wheelchair provided and head into testing rooms. Joe follows close behind.

After the tests, you are brought back to the room you were previously in. You hope the results are good.

After another agonizing passage of time, Dr. Fahmy returns with a clipboard and results attached. You squeeze Joe’s hand as you sit on the observation table. He looks at you assuringly.

“Thank you for your patience, Mr. and Mrs. Mazzello. I’m just reading over your results, everything is pretty normal with the exception of your babies size. She's bigger than most as it is. What we can do from here are a couple of things. First, we can either wait and see what happens- it’s very possible the reason for your post-term pregnancy is just a miscalculation of your last menstrual cycle. However, given your daughter’s size from the ultrasound last week, I may recommend doing a few things to induce labor. Now, we can do this a couple of ways. One is to take a medication to induce contractions. Usually the most common is….”

As he speaks, you’re just in a whirlwind of emotions. You sincerely hope Joe is getting this because you can hardly focus on what is going on due to how tired you are and coming down from the adrenaline of it all. All you can think about is all the “what-if” scenarios raging through your head. What if he’s wrong? What if there are complications during pregnancy? What if, what if, what if…

You look at your husband for support and he lays his head on your shoulder, rubbing your back with his free hand- the one you don’t have in an impossibly constricting death grip.

“...It’s really your call at this point, (y/n), but I wouldn’t wait much longer to make your next appointment.” Dr. Fahmy finishes, pulling you back to your senses. Joe and Dr. Fahmy look at you with anticipation for you answer.

“Uh- I think I’ll wait and see.” you say without thinking. Truthfully, you don’t even know if that was the right thing to do, but it felt right.

“Sounds good, Mrs. Mazzello. I’ll do a follow up with you in a week to see how everything is going. If you do end up going into labor beforehand, please come in immediately.” he tells you.

You head out of the office after checking out. At this point, the sun has already sunk behind the horizon, and stars were out.

“Jesus, how long were we in there…” you groan. Joe checks his phone.

“About 6 hours. Had to do all those tests and wait.”

“Jesus…. Let’s get food and go home.” you whine. Joe chuckles at you and grabs your hand as you walk back to the car.

You end up going out to eat at a vegetarian place Joe found good reviews on yelp for. Though not overly filling, it was deeply satisfying. On your way back home, you and Joe chattered amongst yourselves idly. Once home you both decided to watch a movie until you fall asleep. He let you choose tonight, and you threw on Jurassic Park.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Joe moans. You laugh at him as he plops down next to you.

“It’s what I wanna watch. Look how cute you were!” You point at the TV. Joe rolls his eyes at you, though, he smiles at your compliment.

“I really hope she has your eyes, Joe. And hair. And nose.” you coo. He chuckles at you as you settle in under his arm.

“Honestly, your nose would look wake cuter.” he replies with a grin. He boops your nose which you make a disapproving sound at, earning a laugh. He attacks you with kisses and you giggle and squeal at him. You finally catch him in a sweet, loving kiss and sigh into him. His body completely melts into yours.

After the affection fight dies down, you both turn your attention back to the movie, and Joe explains small pieces of trivia throughout the movie. Even if you’ve heard it all before, you love listening to him talk so passionately about his experience on set of one of the biggest blockbusters out there. It soothes you into drowsiness as you fight to keep your eyelids open. However, you can no longer fight it, and you drift off.

A few days later, you’re up once again. Joe is asleep beside you, snoring lightly. You wish you could just fall asleep, but your hips and back ache terribly. You’ve tried to ignore the pain in your lower body, but it’s all you can think about. Finally you decide, fuck it, and get out of bed for the umpteenth time tonight. You pace around quietly, taking deep breaths to keep yourself calm. You dare not glance at your phone, scared of what time it may be. However, curiosity gets the best of you and you switch on the screen.

3:47 AM. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw…

You grumble to yourself as you make your way into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. You lean against the granite counter, the coldness of the stone sending a shiver up your back. Looking over at the couch, you see your labor pack. It gives you some sense of relief. Just then, your hips contract violently. You grunt from the pain and sigh, counting the time between this one and the next.  About 10 minutes pass before the next contraction. You cock a brow and count again.

8 minutes.

6 minutes.

You take a few swigs of water, downing the bottle

5 minutes.

3 minutes. You make your way to the bedroom again and breathe.

2 minutes.

Oh it’ll be soon...

1 minute, 30 seconds….

Boom.

As if on cue, your water breaks, the fluid dripping down your legs. You probably should’ve woken up Joe already. Suddenly, your contractions become much more painful, you almost cry out. You begin to shake your husband violently.

“Joe, Joe, wake up. It happened. We need to get to the hospital. Joe please.” you ramble.

“Wh- Wha? (y/n). What’s going on?” he yawns, rubbing his face.

“T- The baby- It- She’s coming” Your frantic tone brings Joe to full alert and he is immediately up.

“Well- shit, okay, okay. I’ll get the pack and get the car ready. You okay?” he stammers.

“Do I look like I’m okay?!” You screech as another contraction rips through you. Are they supposed to be this painful? Joe nods in guilt at his question and runs down the hall and gets everything. You look down at your lap.

Is… there supposed to be this much blood?

Finally, Joe comes back to help you up. You cry out as you make your way to the car. Joe reminds you to breathe, which earns an exasperated groan from you. No fucking shit. He doesn’t seem to notice the blood stains on your sheets as you exit the room and make it to the car. Once in, Joe puts on a playlist you both compiled together called “Oh shit, (y/n)’s pregnant.” The first song that plays is Ariana Grande’s “Breathin”. You roll your eyes. Must’ve been one of Joe’s picks. Still it does remind you to breathe.

Luckily, there is almost no one on the road at this hour, so you can make it to the hospital fairly quickly. Though to you, it feels like an agonizing eternity. The whole time, Joe is assuring you that everything will be fine. You somewhat wish he’d just shut up and concentrate on driving, but you do also appreciate that he’s trying his best to be supportive.

The rest is a blur and suddenly you’re on the table, legs in stirrups with nurses telling you want to do. You squeeze Joe’s hand until it’s blue, crying out.

“Please, god give me more painkillers, something, anything!” you scream. The doctors disregard it, telling you you’re doing fine. However, one notices the abnormal amount of blood coming from your core. Your screaming breaks Joe's heart, but he kisses your sweaty temple no less.

“The fetus is in distress and there’s excess bleeding, we’re going to need to do a c-section.” one of the nurses barks.

“We need your permission to do the surgery.” One of the masked nurses looks at you. You bring a hand to your forehead, hair plastered to it, drenched in sweat. You cry out again.

“God, do whatever you need to do, just get her out of me!” you scream. Joe squeezes your hand and kisses your forehead.

“They’re gonna take good care of you. Both of you. I promise.” he assures you. You look at him through teary eyes and nod, choking back a sob.

“I love you.” you manage out between cries. Joe’s heart nearly shatters at your desperate tone.

“I love you too, (y/n). With that, the nurses take your bed into a surgery room, telling Joe to wait there. He clenches his jaw and fists as your writhing form is wheeled away. How could he just wait? He paces anxiously back and forth, scratching the back of his neck raw. He forces himself to lean against the counter and try to calm down. Still, he doesn’t shed a single tear, even while he’s completely alone. Though, a few do prick his eyes. He can’t even try to sit he is so tense. He continues to pace some more, still hoping and praying you’ll be okay. He thinks back to the day you first met in college. How he was in love with you the moment he laid eyes on you. To all those nights you both spent watching movies, the night you began dating, the day you moved in together… the night he asked you to marry him…. God you were so beautiful that day. You were always smiling in front of him, even on your worst days. Seeing the fear in your eyes when you went into surgery was enough to completely destroy him.

Please…. Please be okay.

At some point, he is told to vacate for one reason or another, so he goes into the waiting room. Still unable to sit down, he paces around the main area of the hospital. His mind is reeling, but he can’t exactly make out any thoughts. Just your name over and over again.

After an eternity, a woman calls over the intercom, “Joseph Mazzello to suite 531. Joseph Mazzello to suite 531.” Joe looks up from the floor and out the window. At this point, the sun is rising. He is exhausted from the night’s anxiety, as is evident from the dark bags under his eyes and dry mouth. Nevertheless, he rushes back to the suite.

“Joseph?” the nurse asks as he walks in.

“Is everything okay? Please tell me she’s okay.” he begs. The nurse bites her lip and opens the door for him.

“Come this way please.” is all she says. Joe’s eyes widen at her reaction.

“Is- is my wife okay!? Please, god, tell me she’s okay.” The nurse doesn’t reply, but her silence confirms complications. Dr. Fahmy is at the door with a solemn look. Joe’s heart is racing at this point.

“What’s going on? The nurse won’t tell me anything.” Joe pleads. Dr. Fahmy lays a hand on Joe’s shoulder.

“Your daughter was born, very healthy, but very large. The surgeons were able to get her out safely, but... “ Dr. Fahmy stops. Joe stood mouth agape, shaking violently.

“But WHAT?”

“There were several complications during surgery. I will spare details. I’m…. so sorry.

Joe’s entire world crashes around him as he stares blankly at the doctor. Fahmy licks his lips and clears his throat.

“Your daughter is currently in the nursery getting cleaned up and ready to take home. In the meantime, I will let you say your goodbyes.” he steps aside to allow Joe to enter. He walks in wordlessly. The air has a thickness to it and the silence bears heavily down on Joe, and he almost feels sick looking upon your corpse.Your form lays limp on the bed under a white sheet. Joe creeps over slowly to the bed and brings the sheet down just under your collarbone. Your eyes are shut with a bandage around your jaw, your cheeks are pale with streaks of tears still on them. Your hair is wild and drenched with leftover sweat. Nausea builds in his stomach as he looks over your lifeless structure. Somehow, despite your unruly look, you still remain absolutely peaceful- as if you were simply sleeping. Joe takes your hand out from under the sheet and holds it to his heart. His body is heavy. He brushes a shaky kiss on your knuckles, your hand still warm, even with the coldness of the hospital.

He lets go of it and it falls limply back down. This is the point that breaks him. Tears well up and fall like a dam breaking. Tears gush down his cheeks and-

He laughs.

He cackles maniacally as tears gush down his face. It’s just some sick joke. That’s all this is. Right? You’ll wake up any minute and say “ha ha, fooled you.” and you’d laugh about this in years to come when you tell the story.

No, no you’re gone, And as reality sets in, Joe collapses onto your stomach, choking out “I’m sorries” and “Oh, god, Oh (y/n)s” He snivels and clenches the sheets on the other side of your body, crying out, shaking violently. At some point, he gets up and desperately kisses your lips, praying that maybe you’d kiss back, but they’re cold, and you’re not coming back. He knows he doesn’t have a lot more time with you, so he just…. Talks to you.

“(y/n), I’m so sorry. I didn’t know this is what would happen.” he chokes out. “God, you’re such an amazing person, and I don’t know what I’m going to do without you… You’re my best friend- my soulmate- my everything.” he snivels. “I- I promise. I’m gonna be the best dad ever. You’re going to… to look down on us and say “wow. My… my husband and daughter are great together. What a team.” And… and we’re gonna make you proud. And she’s gonna grow up to be just the most amazing woman you’ve ever seen. And she’s…. She’s gonna make you proud.” Joe looks at your face one more time, new tears welling up in his eyes as he strokes your cooling cheek.

“You know...? I think you and my dad are gonna get along so well. He’s gonna.... he’s gonna love you. God, (y/n), I love you so much. I’m sorry…” he dissolves back into soft sobs, still hugging you close.

A few moments later, a nurse opens the door carefully. Joe shoots up and immediately wipes his tears, attempting to look as if he wasn’t just a mess a few minutes prior.

“Your… baby is ready for you if you’d like to see her.” the nurse speaks quietly. Joe looks at him, still shaking but nods. He looks at your face once more, giving your cheek a stroke and a kiss.

“I love you.” he says again before walking out with the nurse, leaving you in the darkness. The nurse attempts to make some conversation, likely unable to take the thick silence.

“So… do you have a name picked out?” he asks.

“Yeah, uh yeah we do… did? Yeah, she has a name.” Joe licks his lips, trying not to cry again.

“It’s gonna be okay, Mr. Mazzello. We’ll get things straightened out. We’ll call your home in a few days about an attorney.”

“Thanks.”

“No worries. Well, uhm. While I grab her, if you could fill out the papers, we can getchya out of here much faster.” he says awkwardly. Joe takes the papers from the nurse and files into another room to work. As he finishes the last of it, the nurse returns with baby in hand. Joe looks up at him blankly.

“Here she is. Little baby…” he trails off. Joe clears his throat.

“Josephine. Josephine is her name.” he replies

“Well now, say hi to your daddy, Ms. Josephine.” the nurse coos. Joe takes the infant in his hands and new tears well up in his eyes. She is a spitting image of you, with the exception of sharing his hair and eyes. Otherwise, it's you through and through. Joe stares at her in awe and holds her tightly to his chest.

“Could you… uhm. Give us a minute.” Joe says. The nurse nods and heads out. Joe turns Josephine over and she coos at him, much calmer that what she probably was before.

“Okay… Josephine Francis Mazzello…” he says. She smiles at him and attempts to make grabby hands at him. He smiles weakly at the baby girl.

“You’re pretty cute, you know that? Almost as cute as your mommy is.” he jokes. The mention of you sends an ache to his chest as he deflated slightly.

“... was. Right, you’re not gonna get to meet her.” he sighs. Josephine looks at him with confusion.

“It’s okay. You’re gonna get to know her through stories and photos. I have a million for you! Yes, I do!” he tells her, bouncing her very gently.

“We’re gonna make her proud,” he gives her a chaste kiss on the forehead. She giggles and grabs his face on either side of his cheeks, earning a smile from Joe.

“I promise.”

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[notalittlebutalottie]

hellooo. So glad you are doing drabbles. Could you do something where Klaus and Caroline momentarily die. And while they are dead they meet Caroline parents and Bill forbes is so pissed and all like 'seriously caroline?Klaus freaking Mikaelson?' and Liz did not see that coming.

First of all, thank you for sending the request! This is my first of three drabble requests to be made so far so I will be getting through them in this coming week! I loved writing this so I hope you enjoy it!

♥♥♥ KLAROLINE DRABBLE REQUEST #1: A Trip to the Afterlife ♥♥♥

Caroline shot up, gasping for air and for clarity as she found herself lying on the floor of her bedroom. She scrambled to her feet, feeling a slight wobble, but she was quickly intercepted by the warm arms of her mission partner.

“It’s okay, love. I’ve got you,” Klaus murmured into her ear before slowly turning her around to face him. “I’m glad you could join me in the afterlife. I was beginning to worry.”

She felt like her brain was lagging as it took a moment to respond, a quiet laugh escaping her lips.

“What do you mean? It’s every girl’s dream to die beside her boyfriend during a Wiccan ritual! How could I ever reconsider?” she rolled her eyes, her voice light as she pushed gently against his chest.

He bared his teeth in a grin, “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

Her view was a little hazy, and it took a moment gather her bearings and the situation at hand. Klaus’ appearance was rather unsettling as it felt like she was staring at two overlaying and slightly out of sync copies of him. Being dead (well, semi-dead) was just as Bonnie said it would be: dream-like.

“Drink this,” Bonnie ordered, handing the pair two vials of blue liquid. “It’ll keep you from fully crossing over and should give you enough time to get the answers.”

Caroline and Klaus shared an uneasy glance but clinked their respective vials before downing them. It was absolutely disgusting. They both instinctively shuddered as the liquid hit their taste-buds.

“Could you not have flavoured them with your witch capabilities?” Klaus asked flatly. “You can send us into the afterlife but you’re unable to add some strawberry flavouring?”

“Not exactly on the top of my list of priorities,” Bonnie answered sourly before holding a serious expression. “It’ll take effect in a few minutes. Have you guys ever experienced a false awakening? It’s like that.”

Caroline quirked an eyebrow, “Like...when you dream about waking up?”

Bonnie nodded and continued, “You won’t be fully dead so...it’s gonna seem a little weird until you adjust.”

“How weird?”

“At worst, it’ll feel like you’re on acid, but it should subside quickly.”

“Remind me why we’re sending Blondie and her My Little Hybrid for this? We can’t exactly afford to lose both of them if this goes wrong,” Damon interjected, leaning against Caroline’s wardrobe.

Caroline held a snicker, watching Klaus grumble at the comment.

“Watch it, mate. I just might have to--”

Abruptly, his upper half crashed into the previously prepared pillows around them.

“One down,” Damon smirked.

“Don’t you have anywhere better to be?” Caroline folded her arms, looking like a child as she sat with her legs crossed.

“Don’t you? Shouldn’t you be following his dying act?”

Her eyes widened and she looked at Bonnie for guidance, but she shrugged. You couldn’t begin to decipher the way some spells and potions worked as each person reacted differently.

Caroline sighed, taking the opportunity to manoeuvre Klaus into a more comfortable position.  It was only then that she felt her own body taking over to bring her into afterlife.

“How sweet,” Damon commented as he admired the couple’s intertwined position.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Klaus asked, concern dripping from his voice as he cupped her cheeks.

“Yeah,” she said with a shallow breath, “I feel like my body is still adjusting, but we need to make a move.”

He nodded, kissing her gently on the forehead and feathering kisses along her cheek. She couldn’t help but giggle and push him back, yet still clinging on to his shirt.

“Maybe ghost sex will help the adjustment?” he suggested, his tone both laced with humour and truth.

“No!” she squeaked but placed her lips on his gently, welcoming his tongue to wet her lips, but soon enough they were ripped apart as the bedroom door swung open to reveal the person she was wildly unprepared to see.

“Mom!” she exclaimed, hand still gripped on the fabric covering Klaus’ stomach. It was like she was a teenager again and being caught with a boy by her sheriff mother was her biggest worry.

Liz Forbes was stood in the doorway, jaw dropped and a bat hanging from her hand.

“Caroline...” she could barely make out the words, unable to comprehend no matter how much she looked at her daughter. “What...”

As it sank in, Caroline finally absorbed the realisation that she was seeing her mother for the first time in years since she had passed away. The memories of her funeral and Caroline’s subsequent choice to turn off her humanity flooded in through her eyes.

“Mom,” she sighed out shakily, rushing forward to hug her mother who reciprocated happily albeit still processing the moment, “I-I-I have so much I need to tell you about-- to ask you-- oh god-- the letter-- I--”

Klaus was soon placing a hand on the small of Caroline’s back.

“Love,” he began with a warm, yet firm, tone, “We need to focus on the task.”

The blonde nodded fervently, attempting to shake any distracting thoughts away. She backed away from her mother, who she couldn’t help but note as looking radiant regardless of the setting. Klaus immediately intertwined his fingers with her and squeezed her hand in a bid to calm her.

“What are you doing here?” Liz finally spoke with more assurance but wavered as she saw their hands linked and recalled the position she had found them in, “The both of you-- and you were just-- Caroline?”

“Cavorting--”

Klaus was halted with a smack to the chest.

“Mom,” she interrupted cautiously, “Klaus is my...boyfriend.”

She glanced at him, frowning at the smirk on his face.

"Well, I mean...” Liz pursed her lips, “Considering he’s tried to kill you and your friends a million times, I’m a little surprised, but I’m more concerned with why you’re here.”

“Oh, it was barely a thousand,” he muttered but retreated as he received a glare from both of the Forbes women.

“That doesn’t matter,” Caroline began, ignoring her mother’s amused eyebrow raise, “Do you know where dad is?”

“Your father?”

“He has some information that we need about an amulet. We need your help to find him.”

Liz had missed her daughter’s puppy-like eyes whenever she needed something from her. It had felt like an eternity since she had seen her daughter but she looked exactly the same despite the clearly updated wardrobe.

With a sigh, Liz nodded in understanding, “I can take you to him.”

                                                       ▬

Caroline’s mother had taken them to her father’s cabin, explaining that he rarely left unless absolutely necessary. It seemed that death wasn’t enough to breathe some life into Bill Forbes’ serious persona. On the way, Liz pressed further about the details of Caroline and Klaus’ relationship and when shut down, insisted she had a right to know and a need for some entertainment in her afterlife. Klaus was more than happy to take the reins in explaining their most recent history.

“Okay, this is it,” Liz slowed the car as they met the meticulously well-groomed cabin before them, allowing them to get out. “Caroline, please don’t get your hopes up. He’s been a bit testy even with my death.”

Her daughter nodded resolutely, “Got it. Wait here.”

Klaus began to step forward but she held a palm to his chest.

“You too.”

“Caroline,” he said concernedly, tilting his head.

“I need to do this alone. Besides, you and Mom can do some bonding,” she joked and shared a laugh with her mother who stood behind them.

He nodded, pressing his lips together in defeat.

Caroline took no time knocking and simply jimmied the door open, wandering in with a focus on finding her father. The front room looked just as it had the last time she was in the cabin and it had been a long time. It had been even longer since she’d seen Bill Forbes, and their last interactions weren’t particularly happy memories for her.

“Care Bear.”

She gasped quietly, finding him sat on the couch nearest to the fireplace.

“Dad.”

“I’m assuming this is a short visit. Unless--”

She shook her head and he rose from his seat, coming to meet her near the entrance. It was no surprise his voice perked up in the thought of her demise; he would rather her dead than a vampire.

“We’re only here for a short visit. You have information we need.”

“We? You’re not alone.”

She swallowed nervously, trying to keep on topic, “We don’t have a lot of time.”

“Well, who is it?” he smiled, rushing to the driveway, “Bonnie? Elena?”

He cleared his throat as he found his answer, Caroline biting her lip as her gaze connected with Klaus’.

“Liz,” he greeted with indignation.

“Bill,” she responded with much the same feeling.

Klaus went to hold a hand out, signature dimpled smile on display, “Klaus.”

He soon turned his attention to the unforgettable face of the hybrid, body tensing into a defensive stance.

“I know who you are. You don’t forget the man who ruined the lives of countless people including mine and my daughter’s boyfriend,” he spat, recalling his attempt to help Tyler break the sire bond, an act that indirectly led to his demise.

“Hardly a loss considering,” Klaus argued back, but bit his tongue immediately as he saw Caroline’s unimpressed reaction.

Bill seemed to accept that as a challenge, puffing his chest out as he moved closer.

Caroline quickly moved to stand in front of Klaus, her hand naturally taking its place around his wrist.

“What is he doing here with you, Caroline?”

He was less intimidating after all her years as a vampire, but she still felt the assertive tone in her father’s voice.

“We need your help. We need to know where the Amulet of Tamar is. We know the Council had it.”

“Which still begs the question ‘why is he here?’.”

“I, um,” she searched for the reason but it had been so long since she’d had to make excuses for his presence around her.

“It’s okay, love,” Klaus whispered into her ear. She inwardly groaned; his smooth voice was not something she needed at this moment.

She glanced at her mother, who, too, gave encouragement in the form of a smile.

“We’re...”

Bill squinted brutally at the hybrid.

“We’re dating, okay!”

“Ouch. I would have said we were a little further along than that, love,” Klaus chimed in but he immediately ducked his head guiltily.

“What?!” Bill practically exploded.

“Bill,” said Liz, “she’s happy.”

“My daughter is not dating that monster!”

He flailed his arms about and began pointing at the couple, which only made Klaus pull Caroline closer into him.

“For Christ’s sake, Bill, you’re dead,” Liz quickly pointed out, coming in between them.

“But him?!”

“I’ll admit I was a little surprised...but I’m sure Caroline made these...choices in sound mind! We don’t really get a say in the matter as ghosts.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Klaus took charge, stepping up to meet Bill, “Tell us where the amulet is.”

Despite the clear imbalance of power, Bill scoffed and held his hands to his hips.

“I’d rather die again before I help you.”

“I’m sure we can arrange that.”

“Daddy,” spoke Caroline, finally unleashing a demanding voice before softening as he focused on her, “Please.”

Bill Forbes tapped his foot stubbornly but faltered under his daughter’s gaze.

“Okay. It’s...” he began but cut himself off.

Caroline became annoyed at her father’s games, but quickly realised Klaus had vanished.

The potions had worn off and Caroline was next.

“Tell me now.”

Bill stammered suddenly, a change from his previous stubborn antics, “It’s behind the painting of the First Council in the basement of the Council Building.”

“Thank you,” Caroline sighed out. She took one long look at her parents, hoping to capture her last moments with them even if they were under dire circumstances.

Liz immediately took her daughter into a hug, struggling to pull herself back. Caroline shivered mildly as her mother cupped her cheeks, smiling sadly. She felt her body trying to pull her back into the real world but she held on as much as she could.

“It’s unfortunate that I...we,” she glanced at Bill, “had to miss so much.”

Caroline sniffled as she endured her watery eyes, hoping not to let them spill over.

“I love you.”

“I love--” Liz began to speak but in a flash, Caroline, too, was gone.

Liz took a couple steps back, holding back the tears that threatened her eyes.

“I should have staked him. Could have kept him here longer,” Bill muttered.

“Shut up, Bill.”

#klaroline #the vampire diaries #klaroline fanfiction #caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #fanfiction #the originals #drabble

[takingcourage]

Excuses

Pairing: Jaime x MC

Word Count: 2,500

Summary: Going home with Jaime was easy. Leaving him the next morning is not.

Note: Y’all, I’m super sad that there is no new Jaime content today. I’ve got enough works in progress to keep Jaime x Arden stories coming for the next several weeks, but it’s going to be missing Wishful Thinking hours for many Mondays to come. 

Also, this story incorporates the requests that I received from @krishu213​ for bed head and pet names. Thanks again for your excellent suggestions! 

Arden padded down the staircase, one hand cinching the baggy sweatpants to keep them at her waist. Musical strains floated up from the kitchen below -- some country station that she remembered mocking Jaime for listening to in years past. Her mouth curved at the thought.

In all of her days, she’d never felt so at home waking up in someone else’s house. The rational side of her brain told her that this experience was different because she technically had spent the night here before. The sentimental half attributed all of the credit to Jaime himself. He had a tendency to make her feel very much at home no matter where they were. 

He was emptying the dishwasher when she reached the kitchen. At the sound of her bare feet on the tile, he turned to face her. His brown eyes glinted gold in the sunny rays streaming through the window above the sink, and his lips kinked up in a smile as he dried his hands on his pants. “Good morning again.”

“Good morning,” she beamed, unable to keep her joy from bubbling over. There had been so many times that she’d wondered what domestic moments with Jaime would be like – living them didn’t quite seem real. She curled her toes under, tapping the top of her foot against the cool floor as she tried to control the giggles rising in her throat.

I’ve always wondered how you’d look in my clothes.

Arden felt the flush of her cheeks at his thought, and her fingers flew immediately to the waistband. “You’d probably better get used to it,” she admitted, checking the drawstring a second time. “I think I may just make a habit of it -- they're pretty comfy.” She dropped the string as his hands slipped around her waist.

"And you're still sure you’re not a dream?” he asked, eyes shining dark as he drew her toward him.

Arden gently bucked her hips against his, barely catching his sharp intake of breath over the sound of her own heart racing. She snaked both arms behind his neck and pulled up to whisper an answer in his ear. “I’m positive.” Punctuating the statement with a kiss, she whimpered in pleasure when deepened it and turned her to bump up against the doorjamb. 

“Your clothes are in the washer, by the way,” he told her in snatches between kisses.

Taking a half step back, she looked him full in the face. His cheeks were red and his hair was more askew than it had been when she’d entered the kitchen, but if anything, those details made him radiate the sense of home even more. Her whole body tingled with warmth, and it wasn’t just from kissing. “You’re too good for me, Jaime Lewis.”

“Too good for Arden Elizabeth Gale? Impossible," he declared, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She shivered at his touch on her delicate skin. "And doing your laundry might just be a ploy to get you to stay with me longer."

"Well, it's working." She tiptoed up for a final kiss, then settled beside him when he went back to the dishwasher. 

Between his heady kisses and his excellent taste in loungewear, she found herself wondering if longer just might turn out to be a permanent arrangement. Domestic moments with Jaime were proving extremely pleasant indeed. 

As she mulled over the possibilities, she saw him lift a stack of plates that belonged in the cabinet above her head. Arden tried to step out of the way, but he was too quick, trapping her there while he returned them to their rightful place. Still pressed against the length of her body, he glanced down to see one eyebrow raised in a silent challenge. 

“Next time, you can just tell me to move,” she suggested as he took a step back.

“That wouldn’t be nearly as fun.” And I’ve been waiting a very long time for mornings like this one. I’m going to make the most of it.

Arden hopped up on the counter, letting her legs swing as they dangled far above the floor. “It’s not going to be the last time -- I promise.” 

Jaime removed a number of mugs from the appliance, placing all but two of them on an upper shelf behind him. “Good. Now that we’ve gotten to this point, it would be pretty hard to let it go.” Throwing the dishwasher door shut, he maneuvered to the pantry. “Coffee?”

“Do you even have to ask?” All of her attention was trained on him as he consulted the stock of food. As her eyes traveled the length of his body, she couldn’t help noticing that one particular aspect of his features was out of place. She bit the corner of her lip to stifle the impulsive laugh. 

When Jaime turned around with the coffee beans, he caught her strange look. “Should I be worried about why you’re laughing at me?”

"C’mere here for a second,” she beckoned, stretching out a hand in invitation. 

Jaime complied, forgetting the bag of coffee on the other end of the counter. When he reached her, she ran both hands through his hair, amused at his instantaneous reaction to her touch. Both of his eyes closed instinctively, and she leaned up for a quick kiss to his brow. “I’m just not used to seeing your hair like this,” she offered, tugging the ends so that they lay down flat instead of continuing to spike upward. 

Without missing a beat, he turned his attention to the state of her hair. “I’d probably better check you over too then.” She cocked her head for inspection, ducking away when his fingers tickled the sensitive line at her neck. 

“My, my, my -- you’re lucky you’ve got me, Arden. If you’d gone back to your apartment like this, Jinx would have lost all respect for you.” 

“Actually, I’m pretty sure that happened a long time ago,” she corrected, running her own hand through the back of her short locks. Now that she knew the bumps were there, she could easily feel them beneath her fingers. 

Jaime eyed her skeptically and took stock of her appearance. “I guess you’ll just have to stick around for a shower.”

“What a shame.” The mischief in her face was palpable as she wrapped both legs around his waist, clinging tight so that he could gather her into his arms and carry her back up the stairs. 

-----

“Are you ready for a second attempt at coffee? I’m almost positive it will be better than the first.” 

Arden directed a smirk toward him, and he easily caught her drift. 

“Not objectively better, but better in the sense that we’ll both be caffeinated by the end of it.” 

She tousled her hair in the towel, squeezing the ends until it was no longer dripping, but merely wet. “I’ve got to stick around for my clothes to dry anyway,” she agreed, hanging the piece of cloth on one of his wall hooks. 

“That would probably be best.” Jaime released the towel from his hips to hang it beside hers. Although he stepped into his pants almost immediately, it took more than a split second for Arden to banish the thought of initiating a second coffee delay in the same vein as the first. 

A guy could start getting ideas with you looking at him like that, Arden. 

She glanced up to find him gazing at her. “There’s just one guy I want to look at. But don’t let it go to your head.”

"I won’t. But I’m glad to know my girl isn’t chasing after other men.” He flashed her a goofy smile before heading out the bedroom door. 

“Is that what you’re going to call me?” she inquired, hot on his heels as he descended the stairs. 

By the time he replied, they’d both made it to the kitchen. “My girl? I don’t know. Should it be?” In short order, he started the coffee, then led her into the living room so that they could wait on the couch together. 

Arden brushed one hand through the hair at her temple while she considered her response. “Anything is better than calling me Rikki Tikki. Don’t go back to that one -- it’s all I ask.” 

Jaime’s laughter echoed across the small room. “But it was perfect! His family motto is ‘run and find out.’ What could have been better for an aspiring investigative reporter?” He threaded his fingers through the ones she had resting on his thigh, but she yanked them away. 

“No girl wants to be compared to a mongoose. Especially not in middle school.” 

Leaning back into the cushions, he regarded her seriously, though one eyebrow quivered in amusement. “They’re amazing creatures, Arden. I meant it as a compliment. And -- I have to say, going after Carmichael like you did last night is definitely something Rikki Tikki Tavi would have done. Don’t you remember him taking on that family of cobras?”

She rolled her eyes and tossed a pillow at his chest.

Jaime grabbed the corner of the pillow, dropping it into a nearby chair when he stood. “I’ll have to Arden-proof the house before the next time you stay over. Make sure there aren’t things lying around everywhere for you to throw at me.” 

Rolling her eyes for the second time in less than a minute, Arden brought her feet up onto the couch and waited for him to return with their drinks. She knew she should probably regret how much she was enjoying sitting here, cross-legged on his couch when Jinx and Opie were waiting for her at home, but it was proving impossible for her to feel anything right now other than absolute contentment. 

“I’ll have to think about what to call you,” Jaime hedged when he returned, passing her a mug of coffee clouded with milk. 

“Not sugar,” she stated, stirring the loose granules of that ingredient with the spoon he had brought her. “And not honey either. My dad calls me that, so it would be weird.” 

What about wife? Damn it...

Arden took a generous drink of her coffee, basking in the sight of his rapidly coloring cheeks. “For the record, I definitely did hear that. And I guess that’s what I get for bringing it up last night. I’m not ready for that one now, but maybe someday...”

“Someday is good enough for me,” he answered gratefully, taking a sip from his own mug. “And I've called you lots of things over the years. One of them is bound to stick eventually.” 

“True.” 

“But I’ll be sure to avoid anything related to mongooses. Mongeese?” He looked to her for guidance. 

She shrugged off his implicit question. “You know I stick to emus and cats on stilts. Northbridge doesn’t have much to offer in the mongoose-related-stories department.”

He chuckled and settled a hand on her knee. “You know, we’re forgetting the real question here. What are you going to call me?”

Arden stared through the front window, eyes narrowing as they focused unseeing on the grass outside. “I’m not sure.” 

For years, she’d been heralded as a wordsmith, but this task was more difficult than finding the perfect pun for a lede. The chances of there being a single word that reflected everything Jaime had meant to her -- everything he did mean to her -- felt absolutely impossible. 

Eyes shifting to the treeline, a sudden thought sprang to mind as she remembered the lake behind it. “It’s not really a pet name per se, but you are my anchor, Jaime.” Idea expressed, her attention returned to the man beside her. 

He surveyed her curiously. “Like the news kind? Or the kind on boats?”

Thinking on the matter further, she responded, “Both, I think.” She sipped her coffee again and collected her thoughts. “Because you’re the one that I can always come back to, no matter where my adventures take me. No matter how crazy the news cycle of my life may be, you’re the constant. And as far as boats go, you’ve always been the one to keep me centered, Jaime.”

Jaime was silent for several long moments, hand rubbing a trail up and down the length of her shin. Although she tried to not to read his mind, she could sense the warring expressions of happiness and disbelief. 

“I mean it.” 

At her words, he looked up to search her face. “I know you do. I just still feel like I need to pinch myself here.” 

In that moment, Arden resolved to remind him how she felt so often that pinching failed to be a prerequisite. “And I meant what I said last night too. I love you, Jaime.” 

“I love you so much, Arden.” 

Using her heels as leverage, she pushed back to his side, finding comfort in the  alcove between his chest and the back of the couch. They fell quiet for several minutes, save for the thoughts that Arden intercepted. Many of them gave her cause to smile, but she allowed them to pass by, choosing instead to focus on finishing her coffee. 

She took her time, not only because his fresh-ground blend tasted amazing, but also because she wasn’t looking forward to running out of reasons to keep her from heading back to her own apartment. 

“Jinx and Opie are probably getting worried about me.” she tried only after her mug had been emptied. “And now that we’ve showered and had our coffee, I’m out of excuses for staying here.” 

Jaime stiffened beside her so that she felt as well as heard the curse that darted through his mind. “I forgot to put your clothes in the dryer.” 

Arden’s fit of giggling started before he’d even finished the sentence. “You weren’t kidding earlier! You really are trying to keep me here.” 

“I’m so sorry! I know I joked, but I never really meant it. We just got distracted and I forgot to switch them. I’ll do it now.” He wriggled out from under her and ran to start the dryer. 

“Does this mean I get to stay for breakfast?” She called into the next room, already on her feet to procure a second cup of coffee. 

Task finished, Jaime was just a step behind her when she got to the kitchen. “I’d love it if you did.”

“And you should definitely come over to my place tonight,” she offered, grabbing the gallon of milk from his refrigerator. “But make sure to bring an extra pair of clothes.” 

“You just want another excuse to lounge around in my sweatpants, don’t you?”

Arden only winked and stirred a spoonful of sugar into her mug.

#playchoices #playchoices fanfiction #wishful thinking #jaime lewis #jaime x mc

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader- “The Bionic Woman”

The Joker’s son has a new obsession: his father’s much younger girlfriend. What started as an innocent crush is quickly escalating to a full blown fixation, especially since Alexis decided that if he can’t have Y/N, The King of Gotham shouldn’t either.

“Y/N…” Alexis gently taps your shoulder, smiling as soon as you open your eyes, “… breakfast is here.”

Even if you hear the shower and know he’s already up, you still turn towards The Joker’s side of the bed, stretching.

“Mooorning,” the sleepy Y/N hums. “I’ll jump in the shower too and we’ll be downstairs shortly, alright? You can start without us.”

“I’ll wait,” the 20 year old informs, watching his father’s girlfriend pulling down on her cute tank top before getting out of bed. The matching shorts makes her long legs stand out and he just can’t help it:

“Hey, when are you going to take a shower with me?”

The disapproving stare you give while heading into the bathroom makes the young man lift his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry! Sorry, bad joke. Ummm… but should I still hope though?”

You keep walking, uttering the perfect answer for his insistence:

“I wouldn’t bet any money on it!” you scoff and he laughs, the fake grin disappearing as the door is slammed.

“I got shampoo in my eyes,” J growls because Y/N’s words made him aware she’s there also. “What are you betting on?” he keeps on rinsing all the bubbles clouding his vision.

“Nothing really,” you take off your outfit in a hurry and slide the glass panel, sneaking in the shower by the King of Gotham. “Alexis came to say breakfast is here.”

“Oh goody, I’m kind of hungry,” he wickedly smirks when your fingers massage his hair until there is no more shampoo. “Did he run his mouth again?” The Joker asks and your silence is confirming the suspicion. “Are you going to trade me in for the younger model?” he slaps your butt to get a reaction and you snicker, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Naaaah, I like my old one,” the playful answer pleases him.

“Do ya’?” J glares at your boobs and you continue:

“What am I supposed to do with a kid? I need a real man, babe.”

“You sure do,” Y/N is slowly pushed against the back wall of the shower since he wants to add a bit of extra fun to his morning.

“The food will get cold,” you glide your hands down his wet body completely not giving a damn at this point though: feeling his soft skin and toned muscles makes you be up to whatever he desires.

“A quickie doesn’t take that long,” The Joker winks and leans over for a kiss, dodging your puckered lips in the next second. “Awww, not fast enough Pumpkin,” he teases and as revenge you grope him, knowing it will prompt retaliation. “Wanna play that game, hm?” J’s raspy voice gives you goosebumps as he lowers himself on his knees, satisfied when you let out a scream in anticipation. “Good lord, woman; I didn’t even do anything yet,” he gently sinks his teeth in your inner left thigh, purring louder when you squeal.

“I’m not a kid”, Alexis mumbles on the other side of the door because he’s been listening to the conversation going on in the shower. He softly punches the wood frame and Y/N’s increased moaning triggers him to finally exit the master bedroom at the mansion The Joker owns outside Gotham.

At least Alexis realizes he has to be careful after badly messing up three weeks ago: you are on speaking terms again and that shouldn’t be taken lightly.

It was Friday and J had to stay overnight at one of his clubs to wrap up a profitable deal with a new business partner. You were tired and decided to return to the mansion where out of boredom you had a few whiskey shots before going to sleep since there was nobody else around besides security patrolling the perimeter. Let’s just say they are not the most cheerful bunch…

At some point in the night, you sensed movement next to you and cuddled up to the body, assuming it was The Joker.

“I…I think I’m drunk babe,” your slurry speech made you giggle. “Wanna have fun?” and your hand went inside the boxers, immediately taken out by their owner. “That’s mean,” you admonished when you got squeezed in a tight embrace and felt your face kissed all over. “Such a tease,” you yawned and hugged the stubborn boyfriend. “And apparently a gentleman since you don’t want to take advantage of your tipsy girl,” the conclusion made the other party huff.

It was dark in the room and you wished you could have seen J’s face and how worked up he was by the closeness; you could tell anyway.

“Suffer in silence then,” you pouted and snuggled to his chest, definitely not suspicious about the episode because you had alcohol on board.

Next morning was a fiasco.

Something being abruptly swept from your arms made you open your eyes and saw The Joker dragging Alexis from under the purple sheets.

“What are you doing in my bed, hm?!”

J didn’t look happy and Alexis regained his balance, alarmed he got busted and stood there by the nightstand, intensely gazing at the carpet.  

“What’s happening?” you got on your elbow, slightly dizzy from the hangover.

“Yeah, Alexis; what’s happening?” The Joker sneered and those fierce blue eyes made the young man confess:

“I…I was making sure she’s OK after she had a few drinks. I was nearby just in case…” the weird reason was stipulated and you interrupted.

“Babe, you didn’t sleep here?!” Y/N frowned as she asked her boyfriend.

“No, I was at the club all night; just got back!” The Joker informed and you darted out of bed, ignoring the splitting headache.

“How dare you?!” the slap landed on Alexis’s cheek before you finished the question. “I thought you were your father!”

J’s son didn’t argue because he wasn’t given a chance; the detail that stood out in his mind was the fact that his parent didn’t suspect Y/N of anything, not for a moment.

It was a certainty that The Clown Prince of Crime was a jealous individual. Probably an understatement, yet he didn’t hesitate to suspect his own flesh and blood rather than his woman. Which made Alexis nervous he might get in serious trouble.

“Listen here, you asshole!” you shouted. “I won’t tolerate this crap, do you understand?!”

“I swear I only wanted to make sure you don’t need anything after you had a few drinks…”

“And how do you know I had a few drinks?! I thought I was home alone! Unless you creeped around the house watching me and that’s not cool! And why didn’t you say a word once you came in the bedroom?!”

Damn, you caught on to that! He didn’t think you would have since you were inebriated…

“I’m really sorry… I didn’t mean to be disrespectful…”

The Joker was annoyed but your tirade wasn’t over: based on previous behavior and evidence from past actions, it was clear he had a crush on you. So Y/N had to explain the best way she could:

“I love your father! HIM, not YOU! Frankly Alexis, I have a hard time even liking you these days!”

The 20 year old held in his breath, hurt by the bitter news: he kept on hoping you’ll switch your affection and give up on The Joker, yet his dream wasn’t becoming a reality. Not anytime soon. Maybe you required time to see he was a better, safer option?

The King of Gotham pretended not to be affected by your revelation; why would you mention something trivial as love anyway? It wasn’t part of the plan. The two of you only got together to aggravate Harvey Dent: J can’t stand your dad and you get a kick out of creating trouble. Your rebellion against the former politician doesn’t come out of hate; it randomly happens when he tries to be overprotective and you fight back.

A year and a half ago fighting back meant a date with The Joker that turned into a little bit more under the pretext of irritating Two Face. The truth is J looks great for being 47: he seems younger, kind of ageless due to his unconventional appearance after the Ace Chemicals incident; he’s intelligent, has a dope sense of fashion and to quote your own wisdom “the only one in town that can satisfy a woman.”

Yes, the 30 year old Y/N Dent could have chosen another boyfriend, but she actually stopped seeing other guys since she dated J. And for some strange motive, he stopped seeing other girls on the side too, all under the excuse of antagonizing The Coin Flipper (The Joker’s favorite nickname for your dad).

The supposedly pretend relationship progressed towards something else to the point of him going ballistic if anyone indicated anything about the age difference. Your favorite memory is when J lost it while you were at the hideout on Glisson Avenue. Y/N prepared to accompany The Joker for a gathering involving money laundering and got in the car first, when the unthinkable was implied:

“Oh, is your daughter coming also?” Max sarcastically inquired, believing it was hilarious to bring it up. New York’s gang third in rank doubted his stand-up comedy skills as soon as J’s grave voice snapped:

“My what??!!”

Max couldn’t fix the transgression and apologizing would have done nothing, especially since he got a bullet in his thick skull that halted any sounds before they came out.

“Anybody else that shares the same ideas?!” he addressed the crew and Frost replied for all of them:

“No, sir!”

“Get rid of the body!” J barked and got a kiss the second he was next to you in the back of the car.

“You didn’t have to do that; I really don’t care about a complete jerk’s opinion,” you whispered and J grouchily snarled.

“I do! I have a son; never had a daughter and I don’t want rumors about me sleeping around in my youth! Reputation is everything!” the wacky clarification made you smile.

You rested your head on his shoulder, wondering why you both went through so much trouble just to upset Harvey Dent.

*************

20 minutes went by and the couple still didn’t show up for breakfast. Alexis is rushing back upstairs to remind you and The Joker the food arrived; he’s straining to remain calm after you brushed him off again. It’s frustrating that Y/N doesn’t pay attention to his charms and fancies his father instead of the obvious, more convenient solution.

The door to the master bedroom is cracked and Alexis peeks inside: you are trapped under The Joker on your tummy while he keeps nipping and biting his way down your back.

“You know what would make that old gizzard lose his marbles?” he sucks on your soft skin, leaving a lovely hickey on your right hip.

“Please don’t call my dad a gizzard,” Y/N snorts, amused at the moniker nevertheless.

Your boyfriend ignores the complaint and his over the top proposal comes without any warning:

“If we get married, he would have a heart attack and die. That sounds amazing, doesn’t it?”

You roll on your back, not certain if you heard correctly.

“And if we had a baby, we can basically buy his casket. I mean, that would kill him for sure!” the delighted green haired pest rambles on. “Silver coffin goes best with his skin tone, we could preorder tomorrow. ... … … … Why are you so quiet?”

“Are you… are you asking me to marry you?!...”

“Evidently. Of course I have to underline it’s for exasperating that old fart. Nothing else.”

“Of course…” you sniffle and The Joker buries his face in your neck, waiting.

“So… yes?”

He feels a faint movement and sighs:

“Are you crying?”

“N-no…”

“Liar,” he lifts his head up to look at your teary eyes. “You’re reading too much into this; the sole purpose is to annoy Harvey.”

Alexis is listening at the door, his fists so tight the nails are cutting the flesh. The young man’s ears are ringing and he can’t stand watching his father making out with Y/N, definitely about to have sex again.

And that’s when the diabolical intention takes shape in his brain: if he can’t have Y/N, The Joker shouldn’t either.

*************

1 hour later

J is entering the kitchen, aiming for the coffee first. As he pours the hot liquid in a cup, his son nonchalantly interrogates:

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Skipping breakfast; she’s going to visit Dent and give him some important information,” the elusive description infuriates Alexis because his father is not saying anything about proposing to his girlfriend.

“Why do you always have to win?” he resentfully mutters and J suddenly pays attention to his offspring.

“Huh?!”

“Do you think it’s cool parading around with something that should be mine?!” Alexis yells, shaking from the outrage he can’t control. “I won’t let you have her!! You can’t have her!! She’s mine!!”

The Joker slams the cup on the counter, angrily directing his suspicion towards an envious son:

“What the fuck did you do?!”

************

You barely backed out of the parking lot and drove a few feet when your cell phone rings.

“Hi babe,” you slide the screen, steadily driving on the paved alley.

“Get out of the car!!!” The Joker shrieks and you defend the decision you both agreed upon minutes earlier:

“I’ll return shorty, ok? I’ll tell my dad and…”

“Alexis rigged the car! There’s a bomb inside, it’ll explode soon!! GET OUT!!!”

“Oh my God!” you slam the breaks and flee the vehicle in a hurry, panicked.

As The Joker is running out of the mansion followed by a few henchmen, the loud explosion throws Y/N to the ground; debris fly all over the place and a few hit the collapsed body.

The small group reaches you and they are not sure if you’re still alive: there’s a lot of smoke, rubble and ashes around the unconscious woman.

“Hey Y/N, wake up!” J kneels by your head, attempting to wipe the soot on your cheeks.

“Help me with this!” Frost commands the others and the hood is lifted off your feet, everyone present freezing at the bloody mess concealed under the heavy piece of metal: your left leg is severed from below the knee, bone shards sticking out of the punctured skin.

“I need a doctor!” The Joker shouts and Richard is already dialing the number on his phone. “Somebody call Dent!” he orders and cups your face, worried about the serious condition you’re in. “Y/N, can you hear me?”

No answer and no movement.

The crew doesn’t even pay attention to Alexis, too absorbed wrapping Jonny’s jacket around the amputated leg. He silently watches everything, shocked to assess the aftermath of his actions.

“I didn’t mean to do this…” he pulls on his hair, terrified at the frightening view. “I swear I didn’t mean to…”

“GET HIM OUT OF MY SIGHT!” The Joker finally notices the young man’s presence, returning to his task of trying to wake you up.

Two goons drag him away against his will while he keeps bawling and shouting:

“Dad, I didn’t mean to! Please, I didn’t mean to!!! Daaad!!!!”

***************

5 days afterwards

“I’m here to see Y/N,” J straightens his shoulder in front of Harvey.

“I already told you she’s not doing well enough to receive visitors,” Two Face grinds his teeth and the men standing behind are making sure to block the entrance.

The fact is J wasn’t stopped from coming into the property, but he was denied access to see you for the past two days since you were brought to your father’s villa.

“I want to see my girlfriend!” The Joker reiterates and his own team is prepared to intervene if the boss decides to fight his way in.

“You have such a nerve showing up here again!” Dent brings up what’s been eating him inside and lashes out: “Your son crippled my daughter! Or was it you and blamed another in order to cover your tracks?!”

“I had nothing to do with it!” J defends himself and his threatening demeanor alerts Frost his employer is about to snap. “Alexis doesn’t live with me anymore; he’s on the other side of town, constantly under surveillance. Understand?! So get the hell out of my way!”

“Don’t you have any respect for the state she’s in?!” your parent changes tune. ”Y/N needs to rest!”

The Joker exhales and glances at the second floor where he knows your room is, electing to force his luck.

“Fine, I’ll be back tomorrow! Got it?” his finger goes under Harvey’s nose, then turns around and walks away in front of his goons. “Hold my coat,” J takes off the purple garment and shoves it in Frost’s hands, speeding towards the building.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Harvey screams although he guessed The Clown’s intention: J is climbing the decorative ladder full of roses leading to your bedroom’s balcony and in a few moments he’s on the terrace, stumbling on the long curtains as he steps inside.

The room is converted into a medical ward, a bunch of supplies neatly organized on extra shelves needed for your special care. The Joker takes a sit on the side of the bed, watching the pale Y/N peacefully sleeping. The IV dripping pain medication and a mild sedative into your bloodstream makes a faint beeping sound each time 2 milligrams of liquid is released from the intravenous bag.  

The thin blanket you’re covered with reveals your curves, making it obvious more than half of your left leg is gone.

The Joker pecks your forehead, hoping you’ll wake up before your father will barge in and kick him out.

“Sleepy head,” he takes the hand that’s not hooked to IV in his, gently massaging your fingers. “You have a visitor…” he smirks as soon as your eyes are narrowly opened.

“J…?” you try to concentrate, yet it’s almost impossible to verbalize your thoughts. “You … where…” the incoherence halts the sentence. “ Where were…you?”

“I was at the private clinic,” he justifies his absence. “Then Harvey brought you here; the damned Coin Flipper was a total dick and didn’t let me see you.”

“What did you just call me?!” Dent huffs because the compliment received as he opens the door to your room doesn’t strike his fancy. He wants to yank The Joker away but seeing his daughter starting to cry halts his movement and harsh words he’s about to spill out.

“I…I lost my… my leg…” you slowly blink and attempt to wipe your tears, not having too much coordination due to all the strong medications you’re taking.

J bends over and kisses you, willing to compromise for once.

“It’s alright, Pumpkin. We’ll get you another one, ok?”

You nod a yes and The King of Gotham shifts his head, gazing at his adversary.

“OK?”

Harvey stretches his facial scars in a vexed grimace, temporarily agreeing with The Joker for his daughter’s sake.  

**************

After 4 months

“Ummm, I think I’m ready,” you nervously pull down on your short dress, emerging from the walk-in closet. It feels awkward because this is the first time going out after the incident; you wanted to cancel but J insisted you’re overdue for a date.

“There she is,” your boyfriend snickers and gestures for you to sit in his lap. The titanium prosthetic custom made for you lights up certain pressure points with each move you make, yet the unique design doesn’t necessarily mean a boost in confidence.

“Can we just order some sushi and spend the night home?” you beg and The Joker abruptly declines the suggestion:

“Nope, I already made reservations at our favorite restaurant and then we’ll go to one of my clubs.”

He digs in his suit’s pocket and takes out a small box, urging you to open it:

“For you to use,” he winks and you gulp, opening the extravagant container that reveals… fancy business cards engraved with words that make you laugh:

-- Bionic Woman

-- The Joker’s Fiancée

-- Future Mother Of His Baby

“Lemme clarify,” he points out at the first line. “Bionic Woman because you could literally pass as a superhero with superpowers with this amazing new leg of yours.”

You keep giggling and he continues: “The second one is pretty self-explanatory and the third… we have to work on.”

The happy look on your face gradually dies out.

“You know what the doctors told me,” you sadly smile. “After the complications from my… accident, there’s less than a 15% chance for me to get pregnant.”

“I can work with whatever percentage!” J boasts, not a fan of your mood switch. “I don’t want to brag, I’m a modest person,” he dramatically flares his arms, ”but I’m good at what I do, even if I’ll probably have to get into Pilates or something to up my game; but I bet you 10 million dollars I can make it happen! Unless you’re a chicken and don’t have the guts to bet.”

“Deal,” you hesitantly accept the offer, aware of J’s strategy.

“Oh, almost forgot,” he reaches the coffee table for another present wrapped up next to the laptop. “This is for us.”

You pull apart the shiny paper and burst out laughing again seeing the book presented as a gift: “Miller’s Funeral Home Casket Catalogue”.

“We have to make a decision for the old gizzard’s coffin because he will die for sure when we’ll announce our plans to get married.”

“Please don’t call my dad a gizzard,” you frown. “He’s only 8 years older than you.”

“Like I said: a goddamned old gizzard,” The Joker passes his fingers through his hair, slapping your side so you can get up. “Now that you have business cards to share and a good catalogue with stellar options, I think we should go eat. I’m starving,” he follows you towards the elevator at The Penthouse, fascinated with the prosthetic that is actually a work of art. You are able to wear your stilettos also and J pinches your butt, aroused.

“You know what your best superpower is?”

“No,” you grab his arm to make sure you’re not going to trip on the carpet.

“Annoying your dad! I mean, with our combined efforts, we can at least hope for a stroke before we even give him the final blow with the marriage news.”

You snicker at The Joker’s perfect scheme, wondering why you both go through so much trouble just to upset Harvey Dent.

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Do you have any headcannons for when Yuily and Mikhail are in heat (or something similar)? Thx

I’m assuming this stems from the imprinting nsfw one shot I did a while back? I’m not too familiar with werewolf mythology lmaoo. I hope I did okay? I know it’s a little long but please let me have this  Tagging this as NSFW but in my humble opinion it’s pretty light from what I usually write. Enjoy love~

Yuliy

I honestly believe that Yuliy’s childhood never really had time for “the talk.”

All concepts of sex probably eluded him until he hit puberty. Maybe Willard leaves a couple of books on the boy’s bedside, and tells him to ask questions once he’s finished. To Yuliy’s dismay, he did as he was told and held any further questions to himself until he finished all the sex ed literature.

I think it’d be sort of funny, because he’d start reading and think something was wrong. Had the professor given him the wrong book? Certainly not, since all of them were about the same thing.

Once he’s 15, he probably grasps the entirety of everything.

It starts with a fever, to which everyone thinks is normal. He’s stuck in bed for two or three days.

 Lots a sweating. He doesn’t like being clothed at all. But he adheres to the rules of society and remains dressed during the day.

He’s hungrier, like, so much hungrier. The boy’s skinny yet agile body consumes so much food this time of the year but doesn’t gain any weight. 

He does and doesn’t notice it in the beginning. It’s not until the excessive sexual aching starts that he’s aware something’s going on with his body.

He’s a reserved guy, so he doesn’t really like asking people for help all the time. He didn’t think that it was anyone else’s business but his own whenever he wanted to relieve himself more than once a day during his heat.

He’ll get dizzy and he sweats a lot still. He’ll tell everyone he’s tired and then go lay in bed, tossing and turning trying to figure himself out. He’ll teeth at his pillows and sheets. And he has a bad habit at nipping at the skin on his hands when it feels too good. No one can tell either, since he heals so quickly.

His baths are abnormally long during this time of year too, and Philip just doesn’t know why.

He’s pretty observant though, and he knows that it’s just him. Philip’s clearly as aloof as ever and he’s never seen Fallon get the dizzies and hot and bothered like himself. He’ll often think “Maybe they’re just better at hiding it than I am?”

As tempting as it is, he wants to ask Fallon about it. And eventually he does, but good lord, the boy can’t get the words out.

And Fallon’s a nice guy, not really pressuring the boy to spit it out so quickly. He gets what he means almost immediately. He tells him that it’s normal and that people do it all the time. 

His first crush, say its our Reader, would be pretty awkward for him. He starts identifying his sexual feelings with his emotional ones and directs them towards you, even though it feels wrong in the beginning.

He’s read his first erotic novel by now and then some, courtesy of Willard, and he can’t seem to imagine himself with you in that situation.

You were stupendously attractive to him, and always smiling at him. You were friendly with him, and always talking. To which you might have thought was annoying but it made things all the more easier on his own less talkative nature.

Then he has the dream about you, his first wet dream. Because until now he had nothing real to fantasize about.

Now you’re all he thinks about. In the middle of the night, in the bath. He wants to feel you more than anything. 

This though, is only during his heat. He’s pretty shy and reserved any other day. And if he can, he will refrain because you’re his friend and it still feels very wrong to him.

He goes into heat the next year, and it’s the worse it’s ever been.

His burning urge to mate keeps him up every night for next couple weeks, even after he brings himself to orgasm.

He’s realizing he wants human contact. And with his emotions in a mess having learned so many things about his brother and father, throwing his sexual desire for his crush in the mix made things very complicated- at least in Yuliy’s head. Everyone else is completely oblivious to his abnormally heightened sexual behavior.

What’s even worse is when he can’t orgasm because his body won’t let him. His nature has expected him to mate by now, but it’s a work and progress on his end.

Maybe you see him one morning and he’s the grumpiest looking thing ever. He’s got bags under his eyes and he tries his best to greet you normally like nothing’s wrong, but you suspect something’s stressing him out.

He still won’t tell you, and he’d be mortified if you found out.

He tells the professor finally, and he can only speculate it’s because of the werewolf boy’s heritage. The professor assures him it’ll pass, since it always does.

A few nights later he gets restless and takes a cold shower, which seems to be the only thing he can do to get himself to sleep for a few hours.

His body’s hot still even though he just came, and maybe you find him in the middle of the night lying against a wall on a quest for a glass of water.

He’s shirtless and he’s got a towel on his head but you know it’s him. You’re frightened a bit cause he’s sweating and panting profusely. You think it’s fever, and offer him some of the water. You offer to go get the professor but he stops you, and pulls you close to him. You’re on all fours and sitting between his legs but none of that caught you more off guard than the blue crystalline eyes that looked at you through his soaking wet bangs. 

He’s just panting at you, and the glass of water is surely all over the hall floor.

The towel slips off his head and onto the floor as he pulls your lips to his and presses a hard kiss against your mouth.

He pulls away and apologizes immediately. The boy rushes back to his room and avoids you for DAYS. He’ll wait his heat out before showing himself to you again.

Whether this moment happens or not (that’s completely up to you) his s/o learns about his werewolf bloodline eventually.

When Yuliy’s in a relationship his s/o can find keeping up with his heightened sexual behavior a bit overwhelming.

He’s often out of character, and he’ll be more touchy with you around company.

If you want to and can keep up with it, there’s a lot of sex during this time of year.

He’ll lose himself whenever he enters your warmth but somehow his stamina feels like it never drains.

He wants to be dominant 100% of the time, which I can imagine is different from your normal sex. It’s almost like you’re sleeping with a different man. 

Mikhail

He hasn’t been in heat since he turned, but I guess this will be a mixture of hypothetical AUs for your satisfaction.

Say he got his first heat when he was 13 or 14. Perhaps he turned when he was 15? But he looks younger than 25 after the 10 year time skip? But then again vampires are ageless… My brain fumbles here idk (I’d love to talk about theories of his age if anyone wants to msg me)

So he gets his first heat, and his mother is the first one that notices. Even though she’s human, Alexei was sure to tell her what’d it’d be like for both the of boys once they matured.

It starts out with the intense fever, lots of sleeping for him especially. Yuliy starts to notice that Mikhail is “sick” and can’t go hunting with him.

After the fever subsides, he tries to go back to his usual routine, but it’s hard.

He’ll eat more at dinner time, and Sachi is quite aware. It sparks a change in Yuliy, who now solely eats to be “big and strong” like his big brother.

Mikhail’s clothes don’t fit him anymore, and maybe an unusual growth spurt occurs here (mostly in height). It might have something to do with all the food he eats, but for the most part there isn’t any bizarre weight gain. 

Even when Sachi makes him new clothes, or let’s him wear some of his father’s clothes that he’d left behind, he doesn’t want to. His body’s too hot.

He wants to be naked all the time, and Sachi will come to find that his fever is reoccurring itself because he goes out every night in the snow to cool off.

She finally gives him the talk, and it’s when Yuliy’s fast asleep upstairs. His reaction isn’t too surprised, but he only wishes he could’ve had the talk with his Dad instead.

He’s still restless at night but at least he knows why now. His mother leaves the rest of his discomfort to him to figure out on his own when he’s alone in his room.

There weren’t a lot of people in their village. Especially not many from his age group, so I head cannon he see’s his first sexual preference in a near by town when he goes on a shopping trip and he’ll never forget it. 

Maybe it’s our reader, and he’s smitten by you. He left on the trip because he wanted to get as far away from family for a while. He sees you and the sexual atmosphere seemed to have followed him all the way out there.

His nature will force him to make conversation, and he’s more than enticed by your personality. Maybe you both become good friends and he’ll visit you often. He’s quite the flirt.

But he’s still young, and he thinks nothing much of it. He goes home and has his first orgasm in the middle of the night because of some dream he had about you. Sure it stemmed from a stranger, but he didn’t mind.

And because of this, he gets sleep for the first time in almost a month.

In a different AU, where he might not be vampire at all, he’ll have successfully learned how to handle his heat all on his own, cause he’s independent like that.

If he has an s/o, he won’t tell them about his heritage for a while. They’ll find about it through the same stages: the fever, the excessive sleep, the hunger, then lack of sleep and restlessness. 

If him and his s/o are at that point in their relationship he’ll walk around the house in sometimes next to nothing, and he’ll insist that it’s just because he’s hot. Even in winter weather, you’ll start to think your boyfriend just has a fetish for being naked.

He gets so kittenish, which is a bit different from his usual Dom behavior. He’ll rest his chin on your shoulder and nibble at your neck while you make dinner. 

And he’s almost irritated when you tell him to wait until you’re finished and he’ll whine at you, which is beyond his usual self. 

He’s the biggest, horniest baby. 

And if you don’t know about his heat yet then you just assume he’s taking a break from being the dominant one for a while.

Mikhail hates asking for help though. And it’s not until you find him one night on the bathroom floor in a pool of sweat, panting deeply.

You’re scared and you don’t know what to do. You think you should go call for help, but he insists he’s fine and that he just wants you come lay with him.

You tell him that you’ve had enough of this behavior, and that fever kills people, so you’re getting help. So he comes clean, and explains that no doctor can help him right now. 

After a glass of water and few damp clothes later, you’re a bit stunned. He tells you it’s only once a year, and that you don’t have to abide to having excessive amounts of sex with him if you don’t want to. 

“I’ve been dealing with it for years now. Don’t be so worried.” But how could you not be? 

I’d like to think this talk you guys have on the bathroom floor brings you closer.

So instills the sex therapy. He’s so submissive during this time, aching to be touched. 

You try your best not to tease him, but every tickle or brush of skin to skin makes him crumble at your feet. 

He’s actively trying to be dominant still and it’s almost amusing. He’s stuttering his words beneath your touch, and he often reaches orgasm pretty quickly and collapses from exhaustion.

Then there are the days when he can’t get off right away, and his werewolf stamina is in full motion until he does.

My favorite werewolf boy in heat

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“Say It Again...”

Diego Hargreeves x Reader First time you tell him that you love him and he acts like it’s a damn miracle. If it gets a good reaction maybe I’ll write more, maybe I’ll take requests?

It isn’t the tossing and turning that wakes you, or the way the bed shakes as he cowers from his unseen terrors, what wakes you is the small, animal sounds of terror that slip from between his gritted teeth. They scare you enough that you don’t reach for the light but rather, blindly grasp through the darkness for him, reaching for any part of him so that you could coax him from what ever nightmare holds him so tightly in its grasp.

“D…… D, baby, it’s okay, it’s just a dream D, wake up” your voice is husky with sleep but purposeful and soothing, your hand finds his bicep, corded with tense muscle, you can feel that his whole body is taut with adrenaline, he whimpers again and the sound threatens to break you.

“Diego!” You sit over him now, positioned in a way that allows you to take his wide shoulders between your hands and shake him firmly. Whether it is this movement, or the sharpness of your voice that wakes him you don’t know, and you don’t have much time to ponder as his eyes snap open, his whole body acting instinctively, whirling over the top of you, pinning you beneath his solid forearm and pressing a knife you hadn’t realised he slept with to your throat. You go completely, perfectly still beneath him, the room is enshrouded in darkness but his face is close enough to yours that you can see in his eyes that the terror of his dream hasn’t quite let him go, his face is still filled with shadows, that darken his orbs and flatten his beautiful soft mouth into an unflinching line.

“D….. Sweetheart it’s me, it’s (Y/N)” you whisper softly, slowly, you know that he would never hurt you, but you also know that while he is in the grip of his darkest memories he isn’t completely himself, there is a wall between you and your Diego.

He blinks slowly and you watch with no small amount of relief as the last of the shadows in his eyes disperse, leaving nothing but the soulful chocolate eyes you had fallen so deeply in love with, they rimmed with silver as he takes you in, laying perfectly still, barely daring to breathe under the honed edge of his blade.

He throws the knife away like it has burned him, it skitters out of sight under the dresser as he sinks back onto his knees before you, looking at you like his heart is breaking.

“I-I-I-‘m s-s-sssssss” he takes a deep breath, trying desperately to regain some control “I-I-I’m so s-s-s-ssssss” his breath catches in his chest and you feel your heart actually break a little then and you couldn’t help but reach out for him, taking his face, still damp with sweat from his thrashing, between your hands and stroking first one thumb and then the other over his lips.

“Remember what your mom told you, D” you whisper “Picture the word in your mind”. You take a deep breath in together, moving as one, somehow always in sync and Diego tries again, his voice more solid now, the quaver all but gone.

“I’m so sorry, baby” he whispers, looking down from your eyes as he takes both of your hands into his from where the rested on his face, pressing a kiss gently to each palm before laying them in his lap, still wrapped in his much larger hands. You don’t reply, not straight away, choosing instead to crawl carefully into his lap, both of your legs sling over one of his and your face presses to his bare chest where you can hear the last of the adrenaline still making his breathing a little ragged fading away. Strong arms snake around you, tucking you still closer to his bare chest.

“Was it the dream about Ben, again?” You whisper. You feel rather than see him shake his head, no.

“The one where you’re throwing knives at your dad and they keep boomeranging back at you?” Another headshake.

“It was different, a new one” his voice is rough and sleepy still but you hear his whisper loud and clear, as always perfectly attuned to him. You wait patiently, knowing that he will tell you and is just figuring out the best words to use, picturing them in his mind.

“I was th-throwing knives” he begins carefully, conscious of the way being emotional makes his voice quaver. “But not at my father, they were just crooks. I was chasing a whole gang of them but whenever I threw a knife after them it just whizzed past them….”

You hold still, taking deep breaths and staying patiently quiet, knowing that he needs to get this out.

“So I threw more and more and more, trying to bring even one of em’ down…. And then I chased them around the corner and saw wh-wh-wh….. saw wh-wh-who….. who I was hitting” you fall completely still in his lap, barely daring to breathe as he confesses this terror to you. He takes a few more deep breaths to steady himself and then whispers into your hair, low enough that you have to listen carefully;

“It was y-y-y-you, (Y/N), you were in this filthy alley, on your kn-knees, just filled with my knives, and I watched as the last o-o-one slammed into you and you just toppled over” his voice is tortured, tight and rough like every word is a struggle, your eyes grow damp in response to his pain and you pull him close to you, as though you can absorb the hurt from him.

You’ve never seen Diego rattled like this, Diego who is so unbreakable, so strong and so invulnerable. Hell, the only reason you’re not surprised by his stutter is because he told you he suffered with it as a kid, until this moment you hadn’t ever heard it before. In this moment he is so raw, so vulnerable and so open, you do the only thing you know how to, you start talking, hoping that the words come out right.

“It was just a dream, D, I’m right here, and I’m the safest I could possibly be because my Kraken is beside me.” You try to wriggle out of his arms to get a better look at his face but he just holds you more firmly against his chest, a trickle of something wet plops into your hair and you immediately understand why he doesn’t want you to see his face right now, you struggle against his iron grip a moment more before settling for peppering his chest and arms and every part of him that you can reach with kisses.

It is several long moments before Diego speaks again, despite the ferocity of your kiss bombardment, his broken whispers causing you to immediately cease your onslaught.

“Y/N….. This is crazy. I’m crazy. My life is crazy. I can’t keep doing this to you, traipsing in at all hours of the night covered in blood, injured, all kinds of trash following me in from the darkness….. Baby, it’s dangerous, it’s only a matter of time before…..”

“Hargreeves you cut that shit out right now” your voice is firm, unyielding, because you can feel the mood he’s working himself into and you refuse to pander to it for even a moment. You draw yourself up so that you can look directly into his eyes and steel yourself against the way his eyes became so sweet and gentle when he was hurting because in the past, they had been your downfall. “You don’t frighten me Diego. Nothing about you scares me and I have absolutely no reservations about spending every day for the rest of my life with you.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, instead lifting you from his lap and depositing you not ungently onto the mattress so that he can stand and pace the small area beside his bed, dragging a hand through his short, dark hair, his bicep and chest flexing in a way that you dimly registered would be quite distracting if you weren’t so keenly focussed on Diego’s next words.

“I’m not worth this, (Y/N)!” He bursts out with quite suddenly “This risk! My life is nothing but violence and darkness and I am not worth you risking getting hurt!”

Your hand flies to your chest, pressing against the heart that you can feel breaking as the weight of his words settle onto your shoulders; he really, truly believes that he isn’t worth very much at all. You want to get up, to go to him, to say the perfect words that will make him realize how wrong he is, but you don’t quite know what they are. Diego is still pacing furiously beside the bed, hands on his bare hips, his shoulders growing tenser and tenser the longer you’re silent and you realize that whatever you are going to say you need to say it right now or else you are going to lose him. This sweet, strong, patient, unflinching miracle is going to walk out of your life and stay away because he thinks it’s what’s best for you. The thought grasps your chest in an icy fist as you raise yourself onto your knees and speak in a voice that is blessedly a lot calmer than you feel.

“Diego Hargreeves, you look me in the eye when I say this to you because I need this to be the last time we ever have this conversation.” Something in your tone reaches him, because he stops dead in his tracks, and even though he’s 10 feet from you his eyes bore straight into yours, his eyebrows furrowed over them as he listens to you.

“You are a miracle. You who have seen so much darkness and been treated with such indifference and who still has room in his heart to want to make the world better, make himself, better?” Your voice trembles and he lifts a hand as though he could reach out over the distance between you to comfort you, but his bare feet stay planted where he had stopped, waiting for you to finish speaking.

“I see you, Diego. I see all of you and I am not afraid. I see that you have darkness within, darkness that allows you to hurt people, that allows you to patrol the darkest corners of this city without fear…. But…. I see the light too, I see the way you watch Klaus, the way you are always by his side the moment he needs you. I see the pile of magazines you keep in your wardrobe with all of Allison’s covers, because I know you’re proud of her. I see the VHS recording of Luther’s takeoff, I see the framed photos of 5 and Ben, the copy of Vanyas book you swore you threw out. I see the way you look after your mom. Diego. I see all of you, that’s why I’m in love with you, that’s why I’m not going anywhe….”

“What did you say….?” His voice is quiet but his tone intense as he cuts across you.

“I’m not going anywhe…”

“No, not that, before that what did you say?” His eyes are less intense now, less sad, in fact if you were a gambler you’d say that the emotion they are full of is…… wonder? And suddenly it occurs to you that even though you fell head over heels for this man almost the moment you met him…… you’ve never told him, not really….

You sit back into your heels and take a deep breath, lifting your hands slightly as if to say ‘how could I not?’

“Diego Hargreeves. I am head over heels in love with you, there isn’t a single thing in the world I would change about you” at least, that’s what you had meant to say, the moment the ‘L’ word left your lips Diego moves so fast it’s almost instant the way he crosses the room. He takes your face between his hands and seizes your lips with his, he kisses you like he is starving and you are all that can sustain him, it is all you can do to hold onto him, cling onto the passion that pours out of him. You don’t even think about resisting as he lays you back gently, reverently amid the tousled sheets and shows you exactly how much he loves you in return.

It’s hours later that you lay curled into him, your head resting on his chest, his arms around you protectively and you ask, sleepily:

“Forever, D?”

It’s a few moments before he replies to you, his voice thick with emotion but clear and calm,

“I ain’t never letting you go, (Y/N)”

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