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Interlude No. 6 | hjs x reader

Interlude No. 6: Joshua has been away for three long, agonizing weeks, so really, it's not your fault that you wrap yourself around him as soon as he gets home.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.6k | Pairing: hjs x reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: bigdick!josh, softdom!josh, eye contact, fingering, piv sex, creampie, mention of bruises but it’s about the feeling not the appearance

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, cries a lil bit

It’s late when Joshua finally gets home, late enough that you should be saying early instead.

You don’t hear the key turning in the lock from your place on the couch, but you feel his plush lips pressing against your forehead and the big, soft hand he rubs up and down your arm to wake you.

You force one tired eye open and blink up at him blearily, a sleepy smile stretching your lips when his face comes into focus. “Hiii,” you beam, shifting onto your back and reaching out to take hold of his shirt and start tugging.

He laughs fondly and shakes his head, letting himself be pulled on top of you on the sofa before breathing, “Baby, I told you when I’d be home. Why didn’t you sleep in the bed?”

“Feels too big when you’re gone,” you respond as you wrap your arms and legs around him like an octopus, pouting when he continues to hover above you instead of letting his body sink into yours. You know he probably wants to shower, wash the hours of travel off of him, but you’ve missed him so much and all you want is to feel him pressed against you, real and warm and here.

His face softens and he drops down onto his elbows, his chest brushing yours with every breath, his body getting closer and closer until he’s splayed out on top of you, fully relaxed and squishing you into the couch. You love the weight of him, love feeling your heart speed up to match the beat of his, love being able to breathe in his comforting scent, especially because it’s faded from the sheets with him being gone for so long.

When you first started dating, he made sure you knew that he’d be traveling for work at least once a month, but this is the first time he’s been gone for more than two weeks and you’re almost desperate to have his traces back in your shared apartment. You’ve missed washing his mug along with yours, and singing in the kitchen with him as you cook and dance together, and giggling yourselves to death over all your little inside jokes.

More than that, you’ve missed his presence. You’ve missed the way he can instantly soothe or rile you up, the way you sleep intertwined no matter how warm either of you get, the way he can decipher your needs with a single look. He’s the most caring, intuitive person you’ve ever met, and the sheer longing you’ve felt for him these past three weeks has you set on keeping him in your arms.

He seems to have accepted his fate, his face buried in your neck as soft breaths flow out over your skin, the pattern growing deeper and deeper until you’re sure he’s asleep. He must be really tired, you think, he never goes to sleep without washing up first.

You feel a little bit bad that you didn’t let him shower when he had the energy, so you’ll only let him nap for a few minutes before waking him up and dragging him to the bathroom.

You startle awake when Joshua moves from his place on top of you, the shifting of his weight and the absence of his warmth enough to pull you from slumber.

“C’mon, baby. We can’t sleep out here,” he murmurs, taking your hand and rubbing his thumb over the back until you nod up at him and roll off the couch, your limbs numb and your back aching.

He pouts sympathetically at your grimace, walking behind you and rubbing your shoulders with a firm touch, his long, skilled fingers hard at work. You step into the dark bedroom and skip the bed, heading straight for the en suite and pulling him along when he moans in displeasure and reaches yearningly toward the cushy duvet.

“Shower first,” you remind him, and he seems to remember how many hours he was in recycled air on that plane, stripping his clothes off with urgency. You turn the water and shower light on in the meantime, sitting on the edge of the vanity and watching with tired eyes as he slowly reveals his skin to you.

He glances over just as he steps out of his boxer briefs, his eyes catching yours and a small smirk quirking the corner of his lips as he makes his way over to you. “Did you get too distracted to take your clothes off? I can help you with that, don’t worry.”

“Babe, I already showered. I was just going to hang out with you while you washed up,” you whisper, staring up at him and watching his face fall into a pout as soon as you finish speaking.

“But I’ve been gone for so long and I missed you so much,” he takes hold of both of your hands and tugs them to rest under his chin, blinking those big doe eyes at you until you groan and let your head drop back.

“Fine, but if you get my hair wet, you’ll be in trouble,” you teasingly warn him, your words bringing his smirk back.

“Baby, I think I’ll like any punishment you could think to give me,” he steps closer and leans in, practically speaking into your mouth before pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You let your eyelids flutter closed, the familiar pressure of his mouth stealing every last bit of tension from your body. Then his hand cups your cheek to hold you in place as his tongue glides along your bottom lip, and suddenly, you’re wide awake.

“We’re supposed to be getting clean, Joshua,” you pull away just enough to remind him, your arms twining around his neck in clear opposition to your words. You can’t help it, though. It’s been three weeks since you’ve had him, since you’ve had more than your toys and your own hands, and you can already feel the heat stirring in your belly after just one kiss.

“Which is why we should get dirty now, not after,” he murmurs, his voice and his words so convincing, you wonder if he was put on this earth just to tempt you. When his other hand reaches down to hook under your knee and pull your legs open, his hips filling the space and his hardening dick pressing against your center, you know he was.

You can’t find it in yourself to care, not when he grinds himself into you with a bitten back groan, his fingers squeezing the sensitive underside of your knee and his breath hot against your lips. You want him to kiss you again but he doesn’t, and you realize he’s waiting for a response, one you’ve forgotten to give.

“Okay, okay, you’re right, just-”

He leans in and swallows the rest of your words, his lips locked with yours and his palm warm on your cheek. His thumb stretches over to pull your chin down, opening your mouth for his searching tongue, the gesture making you sigh out a shuddering, needy moan. He groans in return, pressing closer to you and hitching your thigh up on his hip so he can dig his thick cock into your covered pussy.

You whimper brokenly, fighting with yourself about whether you should pull away and finish your sentence or just let him ravish you. But you do still need to be able to get clean later, and if you leave the water running, there’ll be no heat left.

So you shift your hands to his chest and push him away, even though everything in your body calls for the opposite.

“What’s wrong?” He pants, his brows furrowed and his hands immediately soft on you.

“Just shut the shower off, babe, we’re wasting water,” you urge him, sliding back to your feet and rushing to take your clothes off as he reaches into the cubicle and turns the spigot. When he faces you again, he stops short, just staring at your naked body in the steamy air, his gaze dark and heavy on you.

You hop back up onto the vanity and spread your legs, and that spurs him into action. He’s in front of you in two steps, his fingers fever hot on your inner thighs as they smooth up to the mess between your legs. You’re so wet for him, you can feel it, air clinging to the slickness and making you shiver before his hand covers the whole of your cunt, the heel of his palm hard against your clit and his fingertips slipping inside.

“Fuck, baby, missed this perfect little pussy so fucking bad,” he moans to you, two of his fingers sinking into your already fluttering walls, your inner muscles clamping down on them when he pulls them out only for you to whimper when he pushes them back in.

“Yeah?” You whine, wanting to hear more but not having the words to ask for it with his long, thick fingers knuckle deep inside of you.

“Yeah, thought about you every damn night, most mornings, too,” he chokes out a self-deprecating laugh, as if he thinks you don’t miss him just as much as he misses you.

“I have t-to make myself not call you whenever I want you, or I would,” you gasp as his fingertips find that patch that makes you squirm. “I would be calling you all the time.”

He grins affectionately and coos a soft, “Baby,” just as he works a third finger inside of you, curling all three into your sweet spot. Your head tilts back, breaking the eye contact he so loves to keep, and his other hand curves around the back of your neck to hold your head up for you, his forehead pressing to yours and his eyes intent.

“Keep looking at me, baby. I missed you too much not to see you now,” his voice wavers but his fingers never do, their aim precise and more than enough to ruin you, especially when his thumb sets on your throbbing clit and starts to rub swift circles.

“Will you cum for me? Please, I wanna feel it,” he begs, all traces of his earlier cockiness gone.

All you can do is nod, though you can barely even do that with his grip on the nape of your neck, so you force out, “Yes, Joshua, yes, yes, yes,” just before your vision whites out and your pussy locks down on his fingers, a small gush of arousal leaving you and pooling in his palm. He works you through it, his gaze heated and covetous, and when you finally stop clenching and whimpering, he drags his fingers out and wraps them around his cock.

You want to look down so bad, but he’s still holding your head up and you know he wants your eyes on his, so you don’t look away. The first graze of his hot, leaking dick is enough to make you jump, the head brushing over your sensitive clit before he lines himself up. He starts to push inside, and now you’re grateful for the eye contact because it means you can watch him as he finally gets to feel you again.

His lashes flutter, his eyes roll back, and his mouth drops open on a long, deep groan when he bottoms out inside of you. His grip on your neck is harsh, as is his grip on your thigh, but you love when he leaves bruises, love the little points of tenderness that act as a reminder of when you were connected with him in every way.

More than that, you love how the first time in a few weeks feels like the first time period, his cock thick and long enough to stretch you even after three fingers and an orgasm. You’re sure you’ll ache tomorrow, but you don’t mind even a little bit, not when it means you get to welcome him home with your heart and your body.

“Can I move, baby?” He whispers through gritted teeth, his gaze back on yours and his cock twitching inside of you.

“Yeah, please,” is all you can manage, your nails digging into his shoulders and your thighs straining as you make room for him to thrust. He withdraws a few inches, just far enough that when he angles your head down, you can see the gleam of your arousal on his cock.

“Watch,” he encourages you, his fingers firm on the nape of your neck as he slides back inside with a sharp buck of his hips. The fullness makes you gasp, a zip of electric pleasure shooting down your spine at the sight of him buried deep inside of you, where he’s meant to be. The rhythm he builds is fast, relentless, almost frantic, like he thinks you’ll disappear if he doesn’t fuck you into the bathroom counter.

It’s exactly what you need, his urgent pace too much for you to keep up with but not too much for you to take, his cock bullying through your tightening walls to fill you again and again. You love this push and pull, love the rocking of his hips into yours, love the way it feels to be one with him, to be whole. You’ve missed it, missed him, and before you know it, tears are burning in your throat and bubbling up over your lower lash line.

Joshua presses his forehead to yours and you feel his eyes on you, know he can tell they’re not tears of pain but tears of relief, and he just releases your neck and thigh to wrap his arms around you, tugging you into his chest even as he continues to fuck in and out of you.

“Love you,” he moans, his voice shot and his hips speeding up. “Love you so fucking much.”

“I love you,” you warble back, clinging to him with everything you have as that coil starts to wind tighter and tighter in the depths of your belly. His cock twitches inside of you, leaking precum, and you know he’s just as close as you are, so you drop one hand from his shoulder and tuck it between your bodies, swirling circles over your clit.

One of them catches just right, and paired with his perfect cock, it’s more than enough to push you over the edge. You drag him with you, your rippling walls sucking him in deeper and practically milking the cum from him as you gasp and whine. He answers with groans and whimpers of your name, the combination of his voice and his weeping dick making you shiver in his hold and tighten up just a little bit more, your aftershocks overlapping each other so much they become another orgasm. You shiver your way through it, burying your face in his neck so you can cry in peace.

You catch your breath together, your chests rising and falling in tandem, Joshua’s hands petting you anywhere they can reach. They journey from the bottom of your spine to the top, over your shoulders, along your neck, into your hair, and then reverse, soothing you into a state not far off from sleep.

“I’m gonna turn the shower back on, baby,” he murmurs to you, and you nod, forgetting that means he needs to pull out. When he starts disentangling himself from you, you can’t help but whimper and hold him tighter, needing him close now more than ever.

Thankfully, he seems to understand, gently shushing you and breathing, “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. We can stay like this as long as you need.”

…

“Can I eat you out in the shower, though? I thought about it the whole flight home.”

“Babe, your flight was, like, nine hours.”

“Yeah, and?”

AN: ending line is not an ariana grande reference lmao

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yandere-romanticaa · 5 months

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I need some Yandere Bokuto and Yandere Akaashi! Maybe together because of the friendship bokuto and akaashi have if thats alright (If not then do it seperate)

This would be one of the most functional pairs to have, even despite their stark and clashing personalities.

You most likely met them in highschool and it was a blast to be around them. Albeit, a bit intense at times. Bokuto was incredibly difficult to keep up with, especially if you're on the more introverted side. He wants you to attend absolutely every single game he and Akaashi are in, he's not even against you coming to practice either! Please do just that, it boosts him so much!

Even if he does get distracted by your smile sometimes but who cares! He certainly does not!

Bokuto is like a whirlwind storm - you never know when to expect him but you know that once he steps close there will be nothing but chaos. He's fun, kind. Gentle even. He tries to be, for you. He can be oblivious towards your feelings sometimes but he always has your best interests at heart.

He would never forgive himself if something happened to you.

Bokuto is needy, incredibly so. If he's not holding or kissing you 24/7 then what's even the point? You give him energy, your mere presence gives him drive and confidence like nothing else. Soon enough his presence starts to become suffocating. He is so deeply intertwined in your life, like sticky glue which you can't shake off no matter how hard you try. He managed to force his way into every possible crevice inside your life and he is always aware of what he's doing. His perfectionist nature commands him to do so.

However, if Bokuto is the powerful storm itself, Akaashi is the calm before the storm.

He lurks. Constantly.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depends who you're asking) there are times when Bokuto can't be with you no matter how badly he wants to be. Akaashi becomes something of a second shadow of yours, constantly tailing after you, taking care of you in the most subtle yet gentle ways. He offers you water regularly, he has you wear his warm jacket on warm days and he regularly chastises you if you think of doing something stupid. He's not completely sweet to you though, his dry personality does not allow for that.

Akaashi throws all sorts of remarks your way but they're never hurtful. Bokuto is usually the victim for his quick witted jabs, but, when he says them to you they're just. Different. They're laced with affection and playfulness but his stoic face masks the true meaning behind his words. He keeps tabs on you in any way he can and Bokuto quickly catches on to this.

They don't have a proper discussion about the situation they're in. The two just come to a silent agreement that they will share you. They already know each other well and their trust cannot be shaken. Neither one is against sharing you with the other.

There are times when you are a fun trio of idiots, simply living life. You have dinner and goof off. Bokuto makes you laugh and Akaashi feeds you fresh food from the table. Bokuto has an iron clad grip on your waist while Akaashi blocks your exit. Despite the lighthearted atmosphere, there's a thick layer of tension in the air. They smile, but it's not reaching their eyes.

Could they be hiding something?

You are paranoid, you rationalize. What could these two clowns have something to hide?

Time passes, you're all still as thick as thieves. Bokuto has become a professional volleyball player and Akaashi became a manga editor. Due to his strict schedule, Bokuto can't see you as often as he'd like... Which is all day, every day. At least in highschool he had the excuse of classes but now?

He's got nothing!

That's where his good old pal Akaashi comes in.

He sends Bokuto photos daily. The duo have countless folders dedicated to you, all of which have different themes and aesthetics. Akasshi sneaks in as many as he can and you won't ever catch him in the act.

He has years of experience snapping photos of you in every way imaginable. If you ever had the misfortune of looking into his computer files, he'd go to jail for life.

Despite their hectic schedules, both of them manage to keep a tight leash on you. Bokuto is quick to make work of anyone who has any sort of romantic inkling towards you, unless Akaashi tears into them first with his sharp tongue.

Neither option is safe. If you're on the receiving end of either, you will be left in a puddle of your own tears. Perhaps even blood.

You cry and complain to them - why have all your friends left you? Was there something wrong with you? Why was no one looking at you, what sort of defect did you have?

Akaashi's shirt is soaked in your bitter tears as he has his hands on your shoulders while Bokuto sits behind you, his chest pressed straight against your back. He is doing everything he can to not pounce on you right there and then but he knows better - patience is key. Pity he lacks that quality.

Luckily for him though, Akaashi has it in spades.

And they sit there with you on the sofa, the soft pitter patter of the rain hitting the window as you sob your heart out towards your two closest friends, oblivious to all of the things that they have done. You don't know how many people Bokuto had to beat up in order to get you where you are. You don't know how many people Akaashi had to scare the living crap out of in order to have you in his arms.

Bokuto gently blows in your ear, most likely in a teasing manner. You look up and in your shaky gaze are met with Akaashi's hungry stare, his dark eyes boring so deep into your own that you feel as though he could swallow you whole. A pair of powerful arms wrap themselves around your waist, securing you in place as Bokuto places his lips on your neck. He nibbles on the soft flesh as Akaashi leans in and steals the kiss he had dreamed about all those years ago.

Finally, they have you. No one is coming for you, they made sure of it. You don't need anyone anymore. They are your world from this point onwards.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 9 months

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The part where Jeremiah’s like if I start kissing you I’m scared I won’t be able to stop or something like that! Chills

My Jeremiah stuff keeps flopping, why are you doing this to me...

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Under the moonlit sky of the golf course, everyone was getting ready for bed. Steven and Taylor had gotten tablecloths and cushions from the debutante ballroom. It wasn’t as comfortable as a real bed, but it was better than sleeping on the grass. At least it was summer. And thank god it wasn’t pouring rain.

Not feeling tired yet, you decided to walk around. These past nights, your dreams have been haunted by bright blue eyes and a sweet smile, as if pressing you to make a move on Jeremiah Fisher. You shared a kiss on the boardwalk last summer and didn’t stop thinking about it all year. It was embarrassingly pathetic.

Talking about Jeremiah, you spotted him by the golf cart, folding tablecloths to make blankets. A smile curled on your lips and you walked toward him.

‘’Hey, Jere.’’

‘’Hey,’’ he returned, short and dry.

A frown drew between your eyebrows. ‘’Do you want to go inside and finish the movie?’’

‘’Not really. It’s kinda late.’’ He continued folding the tablecloths, completely ignoring you.

‘’Oh. Okay.’’ You nodded, understanding. It was late. ‘’If you ever need a place to sleep tomorrow night, you can come to my house. I’m sure my parents—’’

‘’That’s very kind of you, but no thanks.’’

You lowered your eyes at the grass, watching it slip between your toes in your sandals. You were trying to be kind, but he obviously didn't want your help.

He was still upset about the house and his aunt and dad teaming up to sell it, but there was something else. Something related to you.

Last night, on the boardwalk, he was sweet and touchy and even gave you some of his candy he and the boys won. Now, he was a different person. Cold. Distant. It’s like he didn’t want to talk to you, to be with you.

You could only think of one thing related to you that Jeremiah could be acting strange over.

‘’Is it because of the kiss we shared last summer?’’

You hadn't talked about it since it happened and kisses often make things awkward in friendships.

Jeremiah shook his head. ‘’It’s not that,’’ he said. ‘’I…I liked the kiss.’’

‘’Then why do you keep pushing me away? Since you arrived in Cousins, you’ve been so confusing. You almost hold my hand in the theater and now you push me away like I have plague. I can’t decipher those mixed signals, Jeremiah. I'm not a detective, I'm a teenage girl.’’

With a deep breath, Jeremiah looked directly into your eyes. ‘’Because when I’m alone with you, all I think about is kissing you and if I kiss you, I don’t know that I can ever stop.’’

His words hung in the air, mixing with the crickets' chirp, a confession of feelings you were not expecting to hear tonight — or ever. Your heart started beating faster in your chest, realizing that you had been wrong about Jeremiah. He wasn’t giving you mixed signals because he was playing with you, he was giving you mixed signals because he was scared of his feelings for you.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Jeremiah spoke first.

‘’Life has been really hard these past months, but I never wanted to push you away. I wanted to call you after our kiss, I wanted to ask you on a date and hold your hand and kiss you again. But I found out about my mom and I couldn’t think about anything else,’’ he admitted, his voice soft and earnest.

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, but you didn’t see any.

‘’When I saw you at Rosie’s, I was so happy.’’ A genuine soft smile tugged at his lips, thinking back to two days ago. ‘’Seeing you face to face is much better than through your instagram.’’

You raised an eyebrow at him. ‘’You stalked my instagram?’’

Jeremiah covered his face and groaned, embarrassed. ‘’Is that all you picked up?’’

You uncovered his face and intertwined your fingers with his. ‘’No, but it’s an interesting anecdote. I didn’t know you were the type of guy who stalked girls on social media.’’

‘’I’m not!’’ he defended, regretting saying that now.

‘’I know.’’ You chuckled. ‘’I’m just teasing you.’’

A sense of warmth and comfort enveloped the two of you, the tension that had been lingering between you dissipating. Although all of your friends were sleeping a few meters nearby, it felt like there was no one else in the world but the two of you. Especially when you looked up into his eyes. It’s so easy to get lost in their beauty and forget everything else.

Jeremiah let out a small laugh, relieved that you were taking his confession and embarrassment in good spirits. He looked down at your lips, thinking about the last time he tasted the vanilla cupcake lip gloss on them. Were you still wearing the same? It probably wore off by now, but Jeremiah was dying to know if you tasted the same.

Taking a small breath of courage, he leaned in closer, closing the distance between you and gently pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and tender, Jeremiah’s hand coming to cup your face gently while yours reached his shoulder to pull him down to your height.

When you broke apart, you smiled against his lips, dying to kiss him again. ‘’Do you want to set your blanket next to mine?’’ you suggested, glints of hope in your eyes.

Jeremiah nodded. ‘’If that’s okay with you.’’

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youandiwerealive · 4 days

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Need some relief [rd]

Author’s note: writing this destroyed me 🥵 thank you to the anon who requested this one and I’m sorry it took so long! I hope you enjoy this, mwah 🤭

Warnings: OOOF, hold on because this one has it ALL!! Unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, some ass slapping, a bit of portuguese dirty talk like yall have been asking, frustrated, crazy, hard and raw sex with Rúben after City losing against Real Madrid 🫣 let me know if I’m missing something! MINORS, GET OUT!!

wc: 2110 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated

His face when he got out of the locker room, at the end of the game, already said every thing to you. Rúben is absolutely devastated for losing to Real Madrid in the penalties. He’s sad and angry, the team dominated the game and still, they were eliminated from the Champions League.

You were waiting for him outside the boys room, waiting to go home. As soon as Rúben steps out, he immediately goes to you as you wrap him in a tight hug, trying to comfort him.

He gets out of your embrace and immediately wraps his hand around your neck gently, while his mouth finds yours to give you a heated and rough kiss. You feel yourself getting hot already, by the way Rúben’s tongue is threatening to travel through the entire space inside your mouth, almost down to your throat.

He stops the kiss and looks into your eyes. “Let’s go home”, he says in a stern voice and you only nod your head.

You already know what’s going to happen once you two get home. Whenever City loses a game, it takes a toll on Rúben, and you’re the only one that can help him feel better, by helping him release all his frustrations. You can feel that he needs you by the way he kissed you earlier, and how his hand is now dominantly resting on your thigh, dangerously close to your center.

His face is shut, his angry expression not changing to a happier one - but you don’t take it personally, you know Rúben too well. He’s not directly mad at you, and you just need to soften him up a little bit.

Once you two arrive at your place, Rúben sloppily discards all his bags and takes off his jacket. You are taking off your shoes, when you notice him looking at you with hunger in his eyes. He grabs you by the hips, kissing you hungrily like it’s been years since he last touched you. You kiss him back, your hand travelling to his hair, so you can pull slightly at the feeling of your tongues fighting for dominance. You try your best to win, but Rúben is not losing anything more tonight.

His right hand leaves your hip to slap your ass and tightly gripping it next. You moan at the sensation and he pushes his tongue even more inside of your mouth. You close your lips around his tongue, sucking on it lightly in a teasing way.

“Don’t start teasing me babe, you’ll regret it” - he told you in a warning tone, speaking directly in your ear.

“Punish me then” - you say in a sexy tone while looking him directly in the eyes. That alone could make Rúben lose his entire composure, but he’s feeling fully dominant tonight, needy to have you to his own will and pleasure. And you want it too. You love frustrated sex with Rúben, you always get your best orgasms from nights like this one.

Just like that, your words ignited a fire inside of him. He picked you up and carried you to your shared bedroom, his mouth never leaving your neck, collarbone and mouth.

Rúben laid you on the bed, already undoing your jeans anxiously. You were still hearing his game shirt, and as you try to take it off, Rúben stopped you.

“Need to fuck with my name on your back, baby” - he said, fire in his eyes already.

His mouth is on you once again, kissing you hard and passionately, letting you know that he wants it all, he wants you entirely. You start palming him through his jeans, but he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

“I need to take care of you tonight love, let me do it for you” - he begs as his mouth starts travelling down your body, grabbing your shirt between his teeth now, lifting it up slightly so he can start kissing down your torso.

Rúben knows exactly what he’s doing, and starts to focus on diving south of your navel. He kisses all the way down until his mouth is kissing your pussy through your panties.

“Já estás tão molhada para mim, amor, olha para ti” (you’re so wet for me already love, look at you) - he says as his fingers start running up and down your folds, feeling how wet you are through the fabric of your underwear. You can’t help but moan at his portuguese words, barely understanding what he’s saying, but turning you on like crazy, hearing his dirty talking with his thick and raspy voice.

He removes your panties, and starts licking your folds like a cat, slowly but hungrily. You breathe out in pleasure, dying for Rúben’s touch on your skin.

“You taste so good, amor. God, I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you” - he whispers, blowing cold air on your warm cunt, making you hiss and lift your back from the bed slightly at the new sensation.

His tongue coats your pussy with his saliva, mixing it with your own juices - feeling incredibly wet and throbbing just at the sight of your man’s head between your legs. He’s now fully eating you out like he’s been starving for hours, his tongue lapping at your folds while his nose is purposely touching your clit, giving you an immense amount of pleasure.

You moan out loud when he inserts two fingers inside of you, thrusting fast and hard, not being in the mood to make love right now.

“Foda-se, Y/N… tu deixas-me maluco” (fuck, Y/N… you drive me insane) - he says, looking up at your whimpering state, unable to lay still at the skilful way he’s touching you.

His mouth goes back to your pussy, sucking on your clit now, his fingers deep inside of you, touching your sweet spot on purpose to make you squirm under his touch. He holds you in place as he keeps devouring your pussy with his mouth and fucking you with his fingers, already feeling your juices dripping down to his hand.

“És tão boa para mim, amor” (you’re so good to me, love) - you whimper as you feel your orgasm ready to hit you.

“That’s it, baby… cum for me” - he’s now lapping at your clit fast, his fingers never slowing down inside your pussy.

The bubble on your stomach bursts as you cum on Rúben’s hand and mouth, him helping you riding out your high as you firmly grip on his hair, making him groan at the pain.

You breathe heavily as Rúben kisses all the way up your body, reaching your mouth and kissing you passionately. He undoes his pants, palming himself through his boxers until he takes them off as well.

His dick is already hard, ready to fuck his frustrations out.

“De quatro, agora” (on all fours, now) - he whispers in your ear as he slides the tip of his dick through your folds teasingly. You obey his command, your face now on your pillow, your back arching in front of Rúben so he can have the most perfect view of your ass. His hands slide through your butt cheeks, gripping them tightly before slapping your ass. You hiss at the feeling, and he rubs the spot to soothe the pain.

His soft touch relaxes you a bit now, but he gives you another slap. And another one, and another one. Your ass is fully red now, but you can’t help yourself and moan at the feeling - the pain now turning into pleasure.

“Preciso tanto de ti, amor” (i need you so much, love) - he says behind you, while he aligns himself with your entrance and pushes his dick inside your pussy, already thrusting deeply into your center.

He moans at the feeling. “Foda-se, não há melhor sensação do que estar dentro de ti” (fuck, there’s no better feeling than being inside of you) - his breathing now sounds shaky, as he continues to trust deep and hard inside of you.

Your moans and whines are muffled, burying your head on the pillows as you feel Rúben’s entire dick roaming inside of your cunt. The wet sounds coming from your pussy are perfectly audible right now, getting mixed with the sound of your bodies slapping against each other as Rúben is now thrusting like crazy inside of you. “Being so good to me, having my name on your back because you’re mine. You’re all fucking mine” - he says cockily.

His hand goes to grab your shirt tightly, lifting your body from the mattress, getting you even closer to him. Your bodies are now one, his mouth is glued to your neck, marking you as he licks and sucks all your sweet spots there. His hand goes to your face, holding you roughly and dominantly, kissing you hard while you feel his cock incredibly deep inside your pussy.

It’s hard, needy, hungry. He could whisper the most dirty things in your ear and you would love it. He could say the world is yours and you would believe him.

His hands wrap around your hair, making you scream out of pleasure. Your hands search for his head, pulling you closer to yourself as you continue your heated make out session.

Your hips are now moving on their own, merging with Rúben’s, feeling so hot and needy for his dick. You breathe heavily and your head can’t stop thinking about how much you won tonight. Rúben wraps his hand around your neck and applies some pressure, while his mouth goes to your ear.

“Gostas tanto disto, não gostas?” (You love this so much, don’t you?) - he teasingly asks you, his other hand gripping your hip like he’s guiding you, pulling you even closer to him, if that was even possible.

“Amo-te tanto” (I love you so much) - he confesses, his dominant side softening a little bit, while he bites your earlobe.

You’re a moaning mess, your mind is feeling mush, completely lost in all the pleasure that Rúben is giving you.

You can barely answer, but you feel like you’ve found all the answers for all the things that you never even asked. Tonight, it’s just the two of you. You don’t care if it’s loud and dirty, you and Rúben are pleasuring each other, and nothing else matters, you just want to do what you want and what makes you feel good.

“I needed this so much babe, fuck, you feel so good” - he breathes.

“Quero-te tanto” (I want you so much) - he kisses your neck as his fingers now finds your clit, rubbing it furiously while picking up his pace, both chasing your highs.

You’re both saying loose and incoherent words now, grunting, whimpering and moaning while you hear the sounds coming from your bodies, losing count of your senses.

“Que se foda o jogo, és o maior alívio que posso ter” (fuck the game, you’re the biggest relief I can have) - he rubs your pearl faster, you can feel your orgasm approaching already, moaning his name and telling him how good he feels inside of you.

“Vem-te para mim, amor. Deixa-me sentir todo o prazer que te estou a dar” (cum for me, love. Let me feel all the pleasure that I’m giving you) - he licks up your neck as you cry out his name, squirting hard on his dick.

“That was so fucking hot, babe, holy fuck” - he moans as he keeps thrusting into you, making you see starts until he finally cums inside of your desperate pussy.

He holds you still, both of you breathing heavy, helping you lay on the bed.

While you two gather your breaths, Rúben lays on your chest, giving you sweet pecks on your chest and cheek.

You smile at him while you two are making eye contact.

“Thank you” - he sincerely says. “For being my relief, my support, my heart out of my chest. You’re everything to me, you are even better than everything I could have asked for or dreamed about” - he confesses while you hug him tightly.

“I’ll always be by your side, through the good and the bad” - you give him a kiss on his forehead.

“I know. And nothing is more important than us, our bond, our connection. I want this forever” - he whispers in your ear as he starts spooning you, trying to get your body to rest after the previous events.

“You have me forever” - you admit as you snuggle into his body more, ready to fall asleep next to your partner in life.

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skzdreamz · 1 year

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if requests are still open ... wealthy man BC with a not-so-secret breeding/preg kink, a little obsessive/possessive personality, raising his eyebrow in ire, slightly clenching his jaw because (female character) lost a little bit of weight -- she thought he'd find her more attractive if she were skinnier -- and now has less of a belly pouch (i.e., that very womanly tell-tale of having a uterus lols). His grip around her hips tighten, stares down hard at her, "this body isn't your's to tweak with. it's mine." his hand hovers over where her little pouch used to be, "it's mine to fill."

Sorry it took so long, I tried to include every element of your request, but I also wanted to keep my own style of writing so I hope this was what you expected and I hope it was worth the wait! <3

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pairing: dom!Chan x fem!reader warnings: pet names, cussing, possessive Chan, choking, breeding kink, mentions of weight loss word count: 1.8K+

Chan is a hardworking man. having his own company means a lot of business trips and a lot of nights spending in your shared bed alone. you admire the passion he has for his work, but you still miss him every time he has to go out of the country for his work.

he just got back from a bsuiness trip. you haven't seen each other for a couple of weeks and you really missed him. so when he finally came back from his trip, you jumped into his arms. he drops his bags as soon as he sees you and greets you with open arms and a wide smile.

"I missed you so much baby girl" he places his hands on your ass for support. you can't help but giggle as he gives your ass a soft squeeze. you rest you chin on his shoulder and hum "I missed you too, these past few weeks have been very hard". you give him a passionate kiss. "I know baby, I know. but I'm here now and I won't be leaving for a couple of months for now" he says as he breaks the kiss.

as he unpacks his stuff and washes up you prepared dinner. you made his favourite dish to celebrate him having a good trip and coming home safely. you plate your food and wait for him to return so you can talk about the past few weeks and what you’ve been up to. you can’t help but notice how good he looks. even though he had a tiring trip, he just looks so good and every inch of your body is craving him more and more.

after dinner he insists on washing the dishes and guides you upstairs so you can finally wash up. you step under the shower and as soon as the warm water hits your back you whimper. you didn’t realize your body craved him as much as it did, but feeling the warmth of the fog around you makes you think about how much you’ve actually missed being in Chan’s arms.

you step out of the shower and put on some lingerie you bought for him as a little present. you put on a robe and look at yourself in the mirror, content with the way you look. you see him scrolling on his phone when you walk into the living room. his eyes immediately start scanning your whole body. he’s too curious to know what’s hiding under that robe, even though he has seen your body over a hundred times. he puts his phone down and walks over to you, kissing you passionately. you break the kiss and intertwine your hands in his, leading him to your shared bedroom.

you haven't really been intimate before he left for his trip, because he was so busy preparing for everything. seeing him again makes you crave him even more than before, but something inside you made you anxious. you were afraid he didn't love you as much as he did before. you began to overthink every single thing about your body during his time away and came to the conclusion that you had to lose some weight in order to keep up with his standards. so you did.

you push him onto the bed and as soon as you drop your robe, his smile fades. you mistook his expression for lust, but as soon as you try to kiss him he stops you. your heart drops to your stomach as you feel the insecurities washing over you again. did he really not love me anymore? does he think I look ugly like this? was I supposed to lose more weight? all these questions are popping up in your head and you try to scan his face for more answers.

"what is this?" he clenches his jaw looking annoyed. his voice is deeper than you've ever heard and you don't know if you should be turned on or scared. "I asked you a question didn't it?" he grabs your face and brings it closer to his. "who told you to do this?" he lets go of your face harshly and stands up. his breath fanning over your face making you shiver.

"I- I don't know what you mean Chan" you whimper. he lets out a sarcastic chuckle, he grabs your hips and stares at you. "now tell me why you thought it was a good idea to lose this" he says as he rubs his fingers over your now smaller belly pouch. you let out a shaky breath you didn't even realize you were holding and you close your eyes. his fingers are dancing around your belly and his free hand cups your face. "look at me and tell me baby girl.. what was the reason?"

you feel your voice giving up on you, but you still manage to say something. although it comes out more as a whisper. "I thought you'd like me better this way" you look down at your feet and fumble with your fingers. you feel Chan grabbing your chin. he still has that angry look on his face. "what made you think that was a good idea?"

you feel tears forming in your eyes. you couldn't help the tear running down your cheek and you immediately see his eyes soften at the sight. "no no baby don't cry, it's okay" he wraps his strong arms around you and rubs your back in order for you to calm down. "I just thought you would think of me as beautiful. we haven't been intimate for god knows how long and I figured it was because you didn't find me attractive anymore" you sniffle.

he pushes your body off of him and you see he has that stern look on his face again. "I will always find you attractive. you're the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on. I know we haven't been intimate for a long time. I was busy and didn't realise I was neglecting you, but I'll make it up to you" he cups your face with both hands and kisses you passionately. the passionate kiss soon turns into a heavy make out session. he backs you up and pushes you down onto the bed. lust evident in his eyes again. the soft Chan he was 2 minutes ago, disappeared completely.

"I guess I'll have to remind you that this body is not yours to tweak with. it's mine" he growls as he starts leaving love bites all over your neck and cleavage. you moan at the intense biting and you can't help but squirm under his touch. his mouth travels down your body and he stops right at your belly pouch. "this.." he says as he grabs the flesh "this is mine and you can't just take anything that's mine".

he hooks his fingers in your panties and slides them down your legs. he unclasps your bra and throws it on the floor with your panties. he blows some air on your wet cunt and you gasp at the sudden cold air hitting your heat. he grins before licking a thick stripe in between your folds, tasting all of you. you try to close your legs around his head but he stops you just in time and holds your legs open with his strong arms. he gives a harsh suck on your clit to warn you.

pleasure is overtaking you and you can't help but try to close your legs. he slaps your thigh, warning you again to not play these games with him. you know you shouldn’t test his limits. especially not when you made him mad about thinking you were not good enough for him. but his tongue is working magic on your clit and you can’t control your body anymore.

before you know it your thighs are on both sides of his head. you only notice once you don't feel his tongue on your cunt anymore, making you whine at the loss of contact. "wasn't one warning enough?" he flips you on your stomach. "ass up baby girl, you're in for a ride" he quickly takes off his clothes and rubs his tip through your folds to collect some of your wetness. he then shoves his shaft in you completely without a warning. he doesn't let you adjust and picks up his pace immediately.

his cock is stretching you out deliciously and he's hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. his hips are snapping into yours at a delicious angle making you a moaning mess. his cock is making you see stars and you feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. you know that you won’t last any longer if he keeps thrusting into you like that.

he seems to notice by the way you’re clenching around his cock. he pulls out just before you could reach your climax and you felt like crying for losing your orgasm. he turns you around again so you’re now laying on your back. “I want to see that pretty face of yours while I fuck some sense into you”

he inserts his cock again, this time taking it slower than before. his cock sliding between your walls and the wet sound of your mixed juices could make you cum right away. he softly strokes your face with the back of his hand before sliding down and wrapping his hand around your neck. he applies a bit of pressure on the sides of your neck making you feel lightheaded. the lack of oxygen makes the pleasure unbearable and you’re practically screaming by now.

“I love those pretty sounds you’re making for me baby girl” he groans. he feels you clenching around his cock even harder. “you like that? keep clenching like that and I’ll spill my seed into you” his moans becoming more high pitched as your cunts clenches at every filthy sentence he breaths into your ear. “yeah? want me to breed you? fuck I want to breed you” the only response you can give are moans and whimpers.

he sits up, now leaning on his heels as he keeps fucking you. “Ch-Chan.. I’m close” you whimper. he keeps up a steady pace as you fall apart beneath him. he fucks you through your orgasm and you feel his thrusts getting sloppier. “Fuck y/n I’m close” he rubs his hands over your belly. “I want to breed you so badly” he falls forward breathing into your ear. “gonna.. fuck.. gonna give you my babies” he says as he sucks your sweet spot beneath your ear. “yes Chan, give it to me, I want all of you” you whisper back.

he pushes his hand between your bodies and on your stomach before spilling his seed deep inside of you. he comes with a low grunt and lets his body fall onto yours completely. after finally getting his breathing back to normal he pushes himself off of your body and places his hand on your belly while still having his cock inside.

“this is mine to fill. you are mine”

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justmystyles · 10 months

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Did you see the videos of Harry at the airport in Barcelona (I think?)? I hate people pushing and yelling for his attention ugh. But I got an idea for a fic. Plus size reader happens to be at the airport at the wrong time and gets pushed because of these people,Harry sees that and just goes into protective mode, they get to know each other and fluff at the end? Or his gf getting pushed and falling down and protective Harry

Anyways sorry if all of this doesn't make sense. English isn't my first language 🙈 but I love your style of writing and got this idea and just had to share it with you

The Battle in Barcelona

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: a couple of curse words, but other than that, it's tame.

a/n: thank you so much for this ask, my friend! it absolutely made sense, and i appreicate you thinking of me to write this.

i absolutely did see the videos. totally heartbreaking. as much as i'll miss him, our boy needs a break, and i'm so happy that he's got that coming up soon. he's so kind and generous to his fans, and i know a lot of us get that and appreciate him for it, but there are also people who just use it as an opportunity to take even more and it just makes me so angry. anyways, i'm going to get off my soapbox and let you read what i came up with now. i hope you like it! 🖤

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As your car traveled the streets of Barcelona, your head rested on Harry’s shoulder, your fingers intertwined. You could tell by his soft breaths that he was drifting off to sleep, so you kept silent, just enjoying being next to him.

Love on Tour would be coming to an end in just over a week, and his multi-year hectic schedule was starting to catch up with him. He was moving a little slower, his eyes puffy and worn from lack of sleep, and he was spending more of his free time in the hotel as opposed to exploring the cities he was visiting. You knew that he had loved every second of the past few years, but he was definitely ready to slow down for a while.

As you approached the airport, you heard the driver let out a whistle of surprise. You lifted your head to take a look out the front windshield. There was a large crowd of people on the sidewalk waiting for Harry.

You took a deep breath before squeezing his hand gently and kissing him on the cheek. “Baby, I’m so sorry, time to wake up and turn it on.”

You brushed a stray curl across his forehead as his eyes fluttered open. He smiled softly at you before taking a look out the window. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath. Harry loved his fans, and he would take any opportunity to greet them and thank them for their support, but he could already tell that this crowd would be difficult.

As your car approached, you disconnected your hand from Harry’s and slid to the opposite side of the backseat. He gave you an apologetic smile, you shrugged in reply. Because of Harry’s desire to keep his personal life private, you knew that he would want his distance in front of this many people, you understood and were fine with it.

You respected Harry’s wishes, but moments like this made it hard, you knew he was tired and that the walk into the airport was going to be a struggle for him, and you wanted nothing more than to be by his side and hold his hand through it.

“I’ll get out on this side and walk around. I’ll meet you inside.” You tell him.

He reaches over, brushing his index finger against the back of your hand. “You sure you’ll be alright?”

“Of course,” you assure him. “I’m a big girl, I can hold my own.” You pat your stomach with a smile.

“Y/N.” Harry says in a warning tone. He loves your sense of humor, except when you turn it on yourself in a self deprecating manor.

“Sorry,” you smile sheepishly. “How about this then? I’ve held my own in my fair share of mosh pits, I can throw them bows with the best of ‘em.” He chuckles softly, a genuine grin growing on his face. “There he is. Now hold onto that for just a couple of minutes, and I’ll see you on the other side.”

“I love you so much,” he says softly.

“I love you too, always.” You say with a wink as the car comes to a stop.

Before security can get Harry’s door open, you slip out the other side. You walk around the back of the car and watch as his door opens. He is immediately swarmed by people yelling and shoving photos and markers in his face. His security and the local police are doing their best to push them off, but they are relentless. Even Harry is pleading with them to back away, but it falls on deaf ears.

Despite the rush of the crowd, Harry still takes the time to greet a fan in a wheelchair, signing an album for him and chatting for a brief moment. As you watch on, your worry morphs into awe of this amazing, selfless man.

You’re so lost in the moment that you don’t realize that one of the officers assigned to crowd control has corralled you into the crowd of onlookers. As Harry finishes with the fan and pushes through the rest of the people, you snap back to the present and begin moving through the crowd yourself.

As you reach the end of the mob, you’re held back by one of the officers. “No, I’m with them.” You insist, stepping forward only to be shoved back a little harder than needed, with a stern ‘no’ from the officer.

You watch as Harry turns the corner, your mind racing. You know they won’t leave without you, Harry will notice you’re not there and send security, or someone else from the entourage to retrieve you. But the worry starts to sink in as you find yourself being engulfed back into the masses.

You fight your way back to the front of the crowd, stopped in front of the same officer that stopped you before. You keep your eyes locked on the corner Harry had turned. Before long, you see him rushing back out of the airport, his eyes moving frantically, no doubt trying to find you.

“Harry!” You shout, hoping to catch his attention as your voice gets drowned out by the cries and yells from everyone else.

His eyes lock on yours, his expression panicked as he rushes back toward the crowd. As the fans and autograph-seekers reach for him, he grabs the officer holding you back on the shoulder tugging roughly. “She’s with me,” he shouts aggressively, grabbing your hand and rushing back into the airport.

He’s practically running, his hand gripping yours tighter than he ever had, afraid of losing you again. As soon as you both turn the corner, and find yourselves away from prying eyes, Harry stops and turns, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and pulling you into him, kissing the top of your head. “I’m so sorry, angel. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine Harry, promise.” You assure him, rubbing his back softly. “You didn’t have to come back for me, you could have just sent one of the guys.”

“Absolutely not.” He said in a clipped tone. “You’re my girl, it is my job to protect you and keep you safe. I’ve already failed at that once tonight.” You heard his voice waiver, followed by a barely audible sniffle. He was definitely crying.

You pulled away, looking up at his misty eyes just as a single tear broke free and rolled down his cheek. “Harry,” you said softly, placing your hands on his cheeks, wiping away the rogue drop with your thumb. “It’s okay, I’m okay.”

He places his hands over yours, which are still rested on his face. He pulls them off and brings them to his lips. You see a swarm of emotions in his eyes; sad, tired, apologetic. Your heart is breaking for him.

“Come here,” you lead him over to a nearby seating area, guiding him down into a chair. “Talk to me Harry, what’s going on.”

He stays silent for a moment, trying to organize his thoughts. He lets out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. “If something had happened to you out there, it would have been my fault.”

“Hey,” you furrow your brow. “First of all, nothing happened to me, so there’s no point in sitting here worrying about it, especially with everything you’ve got going on. Second of all, it one hundred percent would not have been your fault.”

“It’s just…” Harry pauses. “I appreciate my fans, I do…”

“Harry,” you stop him. “Those weren’t your fans. Sure, there were a couple of them there, but they were easy to spot because they were being respectful of you and your space. The rest of them were just paps and autograph sellers. They were there to make money, they didn’t give a shit about you, they were on the clock.”

Harry nods in understanding. His tormented gaze slowly begins to soften. “How are you so good at this?” You give him a questioning look. “I brought you into all of this, the crazy mobs, the gossip, everything, and you haven’t let it get to you at all.”

“Because I love you,” you shrugged. “If that’s the stuff I have to put up with to be with you, then I’ll put up with it with a smile on my face, because the reward of getting to be by your side is worth it.”

Harry surged forward, crashing his lips against yours, unable to express in words just how much your words mean to him. He pulls away, cupping your cheek tenderly. “I can’t wait until next week. I won’t have to worry about shows, you and I are going to disappear from the world, and I’m going to be able to thank you properly for being the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“By sleeping for a week straight?” You arch a brow. “Because that’s what you’re going to need more than anything.”

“As long as you’re sleeping next to me.”

“No place I’d rather be.” You smirk.

He pulls you in for another kiss, this one cut short when you hear them call Harry to board the plane. He stands first, offering his hand to you. You take it happily and he leads you out to the tarmac.

You and Harry settle in side by side. You let out a small laugh as you wait for the plane to take off.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asks you.

“Nothing,” you chuckle again. “I was just thinking, I survived the great Break Stuff wall of death of 2017, but almost got taken out by a couple of Harry Styles groupies. I think being with you is making me go soft.”

“Funny,” he huffs a laugh. “You have quite the opposite effect on me.” He looks at you with an arched brow and a smug smirk. You slap his chest playfully, your face going bright red at his comment.

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vrisrezis · 11 months

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Comfort with atsv characters <3

Warnings?: reader is Latino/Latina, reader is a spider person, can you tell I wrote this at like 2 AM? (Spoilers for atsv). Is it obvious I don’t read the comics based off of hobie and pav? Also all the spiders are able to understand Spanish so 👍🏾 reader is hinted to be bisexual in Peter B’s (they also cannot have children), reader isn’t gendered but in Jessica’s they certainly are not a male,

Gwen is quiet, but you allow it. Miguel didn’t tell you much of what happened in Gwen’s dimension, but it clearly bothered her, whatever it was. It was just one of those very nights where she was bothered about her situation. She didn’t ever talk about it, rather she just sat in silence for awhile and then you’d make her some tea in hopes of easing any nerves or pain. She felt bad crashing at your place all the time like this, so much so she tried bothering hobie every once in awhile so that her staying at your home wasn’t as constant. You tried to remind her that this is what partners do, they look out for eachother when they need it the most. Staying at eachothers places when one of them is pretty much homeless is included in that.

Honestly though? Selfishly she enjoyed it. Maybe it was because she simply enjoyed your company, or because you were sweet enough to let her share a bed with you and she got to watch you sleep. She got to see all your features up close in your most peaceful moments. But of course, she missed her home. She missed her dad. She missed when things didn’t suck. She missed Peter too.

You’re both on the roof of your house. She’s thinking about things, deeply. She thinks about her life, her place in the world, She almost starts to cry, but she’s still holding back, holding back as much as she possibly can right now. It’s the first time you see her like this, and you feel relieved. You’re relieved because you know she’s been going through so much, but has been trying so hard to keep it inside.

“Mi amor, por favor, no reprimas tus sentimientos. Está bien llorar, somos tú y yo.” you say, putting your hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Not wanting to be too intimate in case she became uncomfortable in such a state. But you don’t have to worry as she grabs the hand on her shoulder and intertwines your fingers.

She finally allows her tears to flow. More then flow, they stream down like a ocean of tears. In the midst of it, she hugs you and you hug her back. Pulling her into your chest and she can’t help but feel safe in your arms.

“I’m so sorry.” she says in between sobs

“Don’t be. Te Amo. I will always be here for you, yknow? No need to hold back for me.”

Miles puts his head on your shoulder. He’s quiet, and unsure what he should say next. But you don’t say anything, and you decide he should be the one to speak first. He wraps his arms around your middle, and you change positions so his cheek is smushed on your chest now, your arms wrap around his waist. You could fall asleep like this, but you’re determined to stay up until miles tells you what’s on his mind. Even if you already know, he should let it out and talk about it. He always ends up telling you what’s bothering him, he’s practically an open book. At least in your mind, though you do suppose he is good at keeping secrets from others. Not the point though, you were there when it all transpired. You know what he’s upset about.

“How are we gonna get home?” miles finally asks, confirming your suspicions. He truly had no idea what he was doing, and what either of you were going to do. You’re both stuck in the wrong dimension with no way to get home. “How am I gonna save my dad?” he wonders aloud. You’re not sure yourself, you opt for one of your hands reaching for his back and rubbing his back in a circular motion as a means to comfort him.

“I don’t know.” you admit, but you continue before he could say anything, “but what I do know, is that you can do anything. Even the impossible. Eres el hombre más increíble que conozco. You’ll figure it out.”

miles shakily sighs, “I don’t know.” he says, so unsure of himself. “You don’t have to.” you say, “give yourself a moment. Recollect yourself. Cry if you need. Te protegeré.”

He truly doesn’t know how to thank you for everything you’ve done for him, continue to do for him. The support and love you’ve always given him, the advice you’ve given him, he knows there’s truly nobody quite like you.

There’s a moment of silence between you and hobie. While this wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence when the two of you just chilling out, this time felt very different. Instead of a rather calm and tired expression at this time of night he seemed so defeated, though that tiredness seemed more like exhaustion. And you come to the conclusion a canon event had to have happened for him to wear such a sad expression. It was only recently he had taken upon the role as spiderman in his dimension, or as everyone called him, spiderpunk. You know the whole spider thing is new to him, how stressful it can be to be on your own like this. You’ve been there too, and not that long ago. In your dimension you’ve only been a spider person for a couple months.

You stand up from your place on the couch, walking up to him. You want to feign surprise, not knowing what’s happening. But you know. And you know that he knows, as he always does. Spider people typically aren’t good at lying. “You know, dontcha.” he simple says, voice rather quiet for somebody like him. “Yeah.” you eventually say, “it happens to all of us.” you admit. “For Miguel it was his wife, his daughter. For Peter it was his uncle. For me it was my mother. This is just.. part of the course.” you say, as if it’s just something to shrug off. Hobie can’t help but feel sick to his stomach upon you doing that, cause it doesn’t feel like the you he knows. The you he knows wouldn’t stand for some… cycle, some faux destiny. It’s not like you to just give up and treat something like this as just… it.

But he’s too upset to press you about it, so he rests his forehead on your shoulder and no longer says any words. You wrap your arms around him in an embrace and he allows it. “I know you probably have a lot of questions.” you say, and he’s always taken aback at how you’re the only person he’s ever met that can read him like a book. Then again, spider people are not good liars.

“For now, what I’ll tell you is this.” you start, “you’re going to lose people. It’s going to happen if you continue this line of work. The hard lesson to learn about this job is that we can’t save everyone. At least, not alone.” you continue, “but together, we can.” you say, and upon these words he feels a bit more relieved that you hadn’t fallen down some algorithm. You haven’t given up nor are you falling in line with some dumbass rules Miguel has set up.

“I can’t exactly provide you the best advice.” you admit, “pero siempre estaré aquí apoyándote. Puedes contar con ello.” you say, and hobie smiles for the first time that day.

Pavitr has never been like this, but it’s to be expected. At least, in your mind.

He clutches you like a lifeline, and if it weren’t for your super amazing spider strength you think you’d be in a ton of pain right now with the way pav is holding onto you.

You’re not even the one that nearly died. Pav nearly lost his best friend, gayatri as well as her father who also seemed to mean a lot to him. You don’t know much about him and singhs relationship, but you know it’s rather complex. Pretty hard on Pav and his friendship with his daughter, assuming they have a romantic relationship or something along the line. But this very man seems to adore Spider-Man. So naturally, complicated. But didn’t change the fact he meant a lot to Pavitr. He almost lost him. He almost lost two important people in his life. And if he almost lost them, could he have lost you?

He tries to reason with himself, you’re strong and can handle yourself fine but what if…?

“¡Basta!” you say, and it’s the first time he’s ever heard you yell at him. Because of this it’s quick to snap him out of the daze he seemed to be in. He can’t help but let a few tears slip out. You put your hands on his cheeks, worry seeping through your eyes. “Odio cuando haces eso. No me va a pasar nada, cariño. Puedo protegerme así que no te atrevas a preocuparte por mí.”

You wipe away his tears with your thumbs. “Mi amor, we’re gonna be okay.”

Peter sighs, and from that moment you know somethings wrong. You’ve known this Peter in particular a long time, there’s something obviously weighing on him. It certainly helps you’ve gotten to know so many versions of him, so many peters and so many of them are horrible liars. He is no exception.

You can’t help but wonder if it’s MJ related, which tugs are your heartstrings a bit. But you understand him, he lost his love. His first love in fact, and he’s not willing to let her go. You understand. You remember your first love, Gwen. Just a pretty blonde in your science class, but you fell hard. And so did she. To her death, that is.

You sit next to him on the balcony, “wanna talk about it?” you offer, and he can’t help the sigh that escapes him. “I don’t know.” he admits, but as soon as he says that he feels himself leaning on you.

“Have you ever thought of becoming a parent?” he asks, and you can’t help but be surprised by his question.

Now it’s your turn to sigh. “Yeah, I suppose.” you shrug, “not that I’d be able to have one, but yeah.”

“Really?” he wonders, and you nod. “Both me and Gwen, at least in my dimension, were physically unable to have kids. The same went for me and my own Peter.” you shrug, “not that I was interested at the time though. It’s moreso a ‘what if I could’ situation.”

“I want a kid.” he admits.

“So did MJ, and she still wants a kid.”

You feel your heart sink for a moment, before deciding it was his time of need, not yours. You’re both far too old for shit like this. You’ll move on. Like you always do.

“I could give her what she wants.” he continues.

“But I don’t know if… I can? I guess?”

“What do you mean?” You inquire.

“It’s a lot of things. I mean, what if I’m a bad dad? What if I’m not there enough? And besides that point, even if I do go through with this, the kid would have to deal with having parents that aren’t even together.”

It takes a minute for you to process his words, especially the last part. “Wait… why wouldn’t you two be together?” he shrugs, “because she deserves better.” he says, but it doesn’t seem like the full truth. “And besides I wanna be with somebody else.”

He tries to be subtle with his next words, “they can’t have kids, so I think this is a next best option. At least, when I’m ready and they’re ready and we’ve been dating long enough where it wouldn’t be weird to ask.”

You can’t help but wonder if it’s you he’s talking about.

But for the time being, you ignore it and put an arm around his shoulder, “Pues deja de preocuparte. Serías un gran padre.”

he cracks a smile and thanks you.

Jessica is always well put together, it’s something you’ve always known about her. But there’s something off about her.

You think you know what’s up, but you know better than to think you know everything going on with Jess. She’s not exactly an open book, only is when she wants to be.

She kept a lot of her personal life away from you, as a means to protect you from that. Either that or she wanted her privacy, which you also understood.

It wasn’t uncommon for her to touch her stomach, admire it, the excitement of a new life was adorable in your eyes. But her relationship with her husband was something she never relayed to you, she never talked about him and if she ever did it was briefly. A part of you wondered if it was because she knew how you felt and wanted to spare you. A part of you hoped that was all it was, and that there was nothing else going on.

But you’d be wrong, as you often were.

She lets a few tears shed, and it’s the first time you’ve seen her cry.

“I don’t think I love him anymore.” she finally admits, and you have a feeling it’s the first time she’s admitted this to anyone, even herself.

“I don’t think I ever did.”

“I don’t even think I like men, period.”

And this puts you into a even bigger state of shock, woah.

“I think I just wanted a baby.” she continues, “and it didn’t matter who it was with as long as I got one.”

“I thought, it was because I loved him so much I wanted to start a family but…” she turns her head away from you, “I don’t think I ever felt a damn thing for him and I’m scared and I feel so guilty.”

All you can do is wrap a comforting arm around her,

“No pasa nada. Siempre estaré aquí Jessica, lo sabes. Podemos resolver las cosas juntos.”

she leans into you despite her mind telling her to pull away, don’t be soft, don’t give in.

But she does.

She gives in to her deepest desire.

She gives into you.

Miguel is never this clingy. Something is wrong, and you feel it. It’s not just his aura, it’s his body language. It’s the fact that his face is shoved into your stomach, desperate for you to not only not hear him at all, but not see him. You feel his sorrow, his shame, his guilt, his anguish. But most of all you feel his regret and his grief and you automatically know what’s wrong.

You run your fingers through his hair, something he normally hated but in times like these truly loved more than anything and it calmed him down so quickly. He still doesn’t know how you do it, honestly. You make him putty in his hands without even trying and honestly that terrified him. To be so weak, so soft, when it comes to you.

“Vamos, cariño.” you say, “let me see you.”

He’s not quick to comply, but he eventually does with enough head scratching. You sigh at how distraught he looks. You hate this, you really do. You hate seeing him upset, that one injury of yours could send him spiraling like this.

“No voy a morir tan fácilmente, sabes. Ten un poco de fe en mí, ¿quieres?”

“Lo sé.” he replies, shakily.

“I’m just scared of losing you too.”

You kiss the crown of his head, “I know. But trust me when I say a little injury is not going to kill me. I’ll be okay.” you try to reassure him.

He nods, but you have a feeling he doesn’t believe you.

Even after all these years, you don’t know how to help him.

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jomamaofficial · 1 month

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An Empty Vessel pt.3 (Dabi x Fem!Reader Dark Angst)

A/N: As promised, I have come with Part 3. I can’t lie, I did not expect to have so many parts to this series (me personally, I thought it would be a oneshot), but guys, seeing all the love y’alls are giving to this series is just AHHH. It fills my heart with joy <3. I urge you all to read the TWs and CWs because this series as a whole is just dark. As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts in the comments :). TW: Substance abuse (alcohol, smoking), small mention of mass murder and a reunion with abusive lover. CW: swearing. Taglist: @marlenemckinnonsleftfoot @sukunasleftkneecap @istoleyourmanho3 @witherfag @porusuniverse @iluvoaldmen @genshinsimpforlif @shadowmoonlight0604 @simpsimpson2023 @crybab7 @kaeyastittysucker @jennieyeager @an-ever-angry-bi @gyarukitti Masterlist Word Count: 2207. Summary: Saira Uchiyama. His past had caught up to him in the form of a family– Touya Todoroki had no family but Dabi could not deny the existence of his. The existence of a family that had driven him to search for a name he had never even heard of. Dabi's fragile world unravelled; every single thread forced him to confront the consequences of his actions. Was it even her? The one he had beat and shut out of his life? Dabi’s mind hurt, because it finally intertwined with the realisation of the irreparable damage he had caused.

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Dabi has had his overcoat for a long time.

It was the first thing that was ever made for him, and only him.

He never had to share it.

The material was light; he could move quickly without the weight dragging him down.

The material was heat-resistant, so he didn’t have to worry about incinerating his clothes during a fight.

His clothes allowed him to let go. Dabi could explore the forbidden fruits of his full potential because the material allowed heat to escape– because of the fabric’s ‘enhanced breathability’ or something. He never paid attention. But it worked, so he always had it on.

Dabi made his way up to the roof, ignoring the small cries of his name from the distance. It wasn’t on purpose though– he couldn’t concentrate on anything else. His mind had to work hard to think about nothing. Because if his conscience took over, his chest would collapse.

There wasn’t anything left inside of him anymore. That’s what he had recited every waking day of his life as Dabi. But God, he needed a cigarette– to fill that hollow feeling inside of him.

A few long puffs always did the trick. Although it felt best when he was on the roof, legs hanging off the ledge.

One of his favourite hobbies was to look at the city under the glistering stars.

Yokohama never slept. The little toy cars had small people that were always going somewhere. Their blinking red lights mirrored the sea of stars on the bumpy road. At such a distance, where cars disappeared from one end to the other, that journey seemed so mindless. Yet still, everything felt like… like it was still in place. As if everything about this world was truly intentional.

Dabi dragged a longer puff, throwing his head back, succumbing to the gentle breeze and his thoughts.

But in the end, you couldn’t make out any face, let alone their identity. Everything became insignificant. All that mattered was the action.

Dabi could distinguish between a walking figure and a jogging figure. Whether they were alone or with others.

But in the end, everything else was insignificant when he was above them all.

So far up, that if he fell– right now– he wouldn’t come back.

Anyone could push him off.

“There you are!”

Dabi grimaced. His soothing bubble had been forcefully broken, and he was dragged back to reality. He had his suspicions on who it was.

“I thought we could use a drink or two.”

His eyes glowered at the approaching figure. He could never be left alone. But when the bottle of scotch was handed to him, the interruption wasn’t too bad after all. Dabi jerked his head towards the empty space beside him.

He could hear careful steps approaching, then cautious shuffling beside him.

Had he stolen a glance in his peripheral vision, he could watch the gentle breeze tease her hair, sweeping it left and right.

He felt a chaste glance on his face.

There was a thin, yet strong wall between them. It was thin enough to talk through– although it left no room for subtlety. It was thin enough for them to warm each other. But if they tried to cross it, they’d have to break it down, and crush the other under the weight of the wall.

There was a lingering sense of emptiness that filled the night sky.

Empty smiles, empty vessels.

She drew in a breath, but no words followed, as though she had forgotten how to speak.

“Today was…” she started, only to falter off into silence, her hands rubbing at her arms.

Dabi had his overcoat for a very long time.

It was the first thing that was ever made for him. And only him.

He never had to share it.

But it felt way too heavy today. And despite the gale tightening its frosty clutch, Dabi could feel his body heating up.

“The plan was successful”, Dabi replied flatly, “that’s all we need to care about”.

He pushed his discarded jacket towards her. She slipped it around her shoulders.

The League’s attack on downtown Esuha was broadcasted globally, and they had finally reached the headlines of every news article.

‘Bloodshed Strikes Downtown Esuha as Villains Unleashed Devastating Attacks’

After years of failed plans, the League of Villains had finally succeeded.

No man, no woman, no child was left. But it was all worth it.

Wasn’t it?

Their plan was the highlight of every media discussion.

Dabi took a larger sip of his drink, bathing under the serene wave which washed over his inhibitions.

And the wall between them felt thinner and weaker.

“D’ya think your mom would ever sacrifice herself for you?”

The vivid images of fresh blood and visceral screams haunted their mind.

“What did that woman say again?” Dabi asked, his voice cracking, “‘take me, but please, leave my baby alone’... That’s what she said right?”

Both of their eyes lowered. The alcohol and the little food he had consumed was kicking against his stomach lining, irritating his abdominal grafts.

“‘She has a long life ahead of her. Please, please, don’t kill her please’”, Dabi heard a sniffle. “That’s what she said before we…”

He felt sick.

“That’s what we do, doll.”

He met the pain in her eyes. They were a mirror.

Dabi clenched his jaw before looking away.

She did too.

Dabi began biting his fingernails, and her hands fidgeted with the glass.

And then they looked at each other again, somehow closer than they were in the beginning.

“I don’t know if my mom would ever do that for me… But, I-hm…”

A dry chuckle followed in a feeble attempt to humour the situation.

But Dabi finished her unspoken sentence.

“But you would, right? For your child,” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows and squinted, trying to make out some of the writing on the tall buildings afar.

“Any mom would do that for her child.”

“Didn’t you just say th-”

“Any good mom would”.

No one spoke. But they shared a knowing look, before averting them back to the vastness of Yokohama.

“But to be honest…” She took another sip of her drink. “If I had a baby, I’d never live in Musutafu.”

Dabi let out a snort, thus earning a playful shove in return.

“Oh yeah? Then where would you live, fucking Minato City?”

It was her turn to snort.

“You think I’d live in a rich neighbourhood to avoid being a target of criminals and villains?” She scoffed, slurring out her words. “I know I’m the newbie but you have to give me some credit, Dabi.”

He rolled his eyes, yet they still urged her to continue.

She thought for a moment, her gaze wandering off into the distance, before she continued again.

“There’s this place, just outside of here. It’s called Yosai. It’s this remote residential area. And, um. It takes around 30 minutes minimum, to find any markets, or- or any offices or clubs, and you know, all that stuff. I think, for most people, it’s like- really boring. And that’s why it’s so isolated. No one even thinks of going there because there’s literally nothing. There’s a park, and a local school– I think, but there’s no one. Nothing. There’s these houses- a lot of them! A bunch of houses with no one to live in them”.

It was weird, to be talking, uninterrupted, for this long.

“I guess”, she shrugged a bit, blinking a few times. “Recently, people have started building roads and stuff for cars now. So they can actually do something. But yeah. Zero reported crimes and it’s been there for a few decades. So yeah, if I had a family, I’d go there”.

She looked intently at Dabi, who didn’t say anything.

But he moved closer, leaning forward, sitting upright. He scanned her jittering hands before searching in his pant pocket. He raised his eyebrows at the cigarette in his hands. She nodded. So he lit it, pressed the ends to his lips and inhaled before giving it to her.

He watched her lips touch the cigarette. Where his lips were.

“There’s actually this property under her maiden name- my mom’s. There’s still some legal stuff I need to sort out before it actually becomes mine. It’s like this, it’s so stupid, because it’s like obviously none of us use that maiden name anymore. But because of that they can’t give it to us. I don’t even know… But I guess it’s nothing too difficult”.

“Ah”. That was all he could say. But when he peered into her expectant eyes, there was a sudden need to elaborate. Anything better than ‘ah’ at least.

Dabi felt dizzy.

“Umm… What's your mom’s maiden name?”

“It’s Uchiyama.”

When his delayed voice finally caught up to him, Dabi winced.

“Fuck”, he muttered. It was a stupid question, but he wanted to make sure that she knew he was listening.

They were closer, breaths intertwining with each other under the watchful eye of the moon.

There weren’t any buses that travelled from Musutafu to Yosai. Dabi made his journey by foot.

Thus, during this four day journey, Dabi became well acquainted with people.

And he noticed that a lot of people in Japan had blue eyes. After the emergence of quirks, blue became a common colour for many. The truly rare ones were pink, or purple now.

But Dabi’s eyes… they were different.

His eyes.

They were handpicked from the colours in the cerulean depths of the stormy sea. Whispers of secrets remained untold– that’s why no one could have the eyes that he had.

Never.

They were gleaming– echoing the beauty of the lights in the North. Depending on how you looked at them, they were teal, or sapphire. One thing was indisputable– the arctic chill they’d give when he’d pierce into your soul was breathtaking.

His eyes.

They were simply breath-taking.

So when he towered over a small frame, gaze lowered, he could not explain the way his heart forgot to beat when he stared into a perfect replica of his eyes.

With each beat, lost time unfolded in front of him.

And he noticed the slight difference in the silent expanse that he had gazed into.

There was an innocent reflection of the North Star twinkling in their genuine, rolling waves. Dabi’s eyes were an abandoned lighthouse.

But, what alarmed him the most, was when those flawless replications turned frozen. Dark.

Petrified.

Dabi's heart ached as those eyes formed fog and mist, obstructing him from reaching the truth that was hidden beyond the plane of sight.

His knees surrendered under the accumulating guilt of his past. And so his tears fell, trying to escape the grief and strain his weak body had repressed for so long.

“Honey, are you okay? Who’s at the door?”

Icy tendrils spiked through him, and his breath was captured without a fight. In the wake of realisation, his body signalled all the alarms they could, telling him– no, begging him to run, but, his blood had turned to ice, and he succumbed in the paralysing grip of his inevitable fate.

“Sana, are you okay…”

He heard the voice taper away, followed by a sharp clink of a metal spoon. His laden head fixed itself downwards in shame, guilt, fear…

“Dabi…?” Those words drifted out in a hushed tone. As if they were trying to protect the young girl, who now hid behind her mother.

He braced himself for the hardest task he would ever have to face.

And in that split second, his breath had returned, and he let out a short exhale when he finally saw that face materialise from his past.

Y/N.

It was you. Saira Uchiyama.

After 6 years, 8 months, and 19 days of navigating through the circular journey of denial, anger, bargaining, and depression, Dabi finally had the chance to reach the beacon of acceptance.

His shoulders slumped, as short breaths hiccuped through the dark caverns of his chest.

He had finally found you.

And he had finally found the end to his coveted quench, which yearned for a solace, only to be found in your longing embrace.

Softly, a bewildered whisper escaped his lips, barely denting the silence around them.

“Doll…?”

Dabi watched as the maturer skin scrunched together, deep lines frowned at him. As the tenderness in your heart had to be locked away inside an untouchable crevice in your body.

“Sweetie, I need you to go upstairs okay”, you ordered sternly.

You pushed your daughter behind you, blocking Dabi’s protesting hands before they touched her.

“Mommy, he’s scaring m-”

“Sana. You need to go upstairs. Lock the door and close your windows.”

Sana.

Her name was a painful reminder of the blank pages he had failed to fill as her father. How could he have written anything?

He didn’t even know what the title was.

“Never fucking come near my family again”.

Those blank pages began to rip.

“You disgusting freak”.

The blank pages had burned to ashes, and Dabi was left outside on the suburban patio of a perfect neighbourhood.

Maybe, if he found a place to wash his face, he could blend in with the garbage.

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booklove22 · 9 months

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Why last night was actually GOOD for Nace (even if it was hard to watch at times) - A Soulmate Theory

“Maybe we get more than one [soulmate]” – Nancy, 3x13 – the words we all hated. Loathed. And these words are now coming back around in a far more literal way than any of us expected. I have work things to do today (rude!) so can't get too wordy - so here is the gist of where I'm going with this:

Nancy and Tristan each house the dark (Tristan) and “leftover” light (Nancy) energy produced when the founders created the sin eater. They are basically human plugonia dolls. And much like Tristan’s dark-energy sin-eater soul has been reincarnated through time, so has the light-energy soul currently taking up residence in Nancy. This explains her connection to not only Tristan, but to Nashua in the mind-weave.

But its implied that the Sinner’s Sacrifice ritual that the Glasses want to do can cure Tristan. So it’s likely he also houses his OWN soul somewhere inside him too – not JUST the sin eater’s soul. Otherwise, how would he survive such a ritual? They’ve already laid some of this soul-sharing/intertwined souls groundwork with Odette, and with Charity’s soul pieces. So its not a stretch to think that Nancy and Tristan both have 2 souls – their own souls, and their sin eater, dark/light “plugonia” souls.

Which brings me to Ace. He is also clearly Nancy’s soulmate – but his soul is a match to Nancy’s REAL soul; while Tristan’s is a match to this plugonia-soul.

And if ALL souls reincarnate (not just sin eater/plugonia souls)…then it could explain why this ghost-girl and Ace have such an intense connection. Because she could be the ghost of an earlier incarnation of Nancy’s REAL soul (perhaps someone who was drowned?) "where did the sky go?" "i'm cold" "the sky is gone" "where is the sky?" "all i remember is my hair wrapping around mouth. then the sky was gone. then i was so cold." - all things that could align with drowning. Also something something Ace being able to talk to a dead person who maybe drowned after dropping a curse in the ocean.

Which is all to say, Tristan and Nancy’s soulsmatism is supernatural in nature and not reflective of their true human souls. But Nancy and Ace have been soulmates throughout time. And I mean….I’m crying/screaming/throwing up over the implications because when they realize this???? We’ve been talking/joking about the “soulmatism of it all” very unseriously but now it really literally is THE SOULMATISM OF IT ALL.

We had to suffer through the Tristan leg of this first, and it was painful to see. But knowing the Ace leg of this is coming up…. I’ve never simultaneously wanted time to move faster and slower than I do right now.

#nace #nancy drew #cw nancy drew #nancy x ace #ace [redacted]

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yangkitties · 1 year

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cat and house ✩ y.jw

pairing: yang jungwon x gn!reader [established relationship] || word count: 0.6k genre: fluff || warnings: not entirely proof read, my beta reader is an idiot who focuses on the wrong details (ily bae but. 😭), talks of a serious and committed relationship synopsis: jungwon was bad at gifts. but this year he had a feeling even though he was being selfish with his present, he knew you were going to love it. note: can you tell i'm bad at endings-? anyways !! my first enhypen work 🫶 AND. this is a late birthday present for @daengnyangs <3 Cass!!! We haven’t known each other for long but. every time we've talked has been wonderful and fun and full of love <3 thank you for entertaining all my insane thoughts! I hope you keep doing what makes you happy forever <3 love you!

Jungwon wasn’t the best with gifts. No matter who it was, he always felt like he came up short. But it was your birthday this time, and he couldn’t mess it up.

Even after dating you for a full 2 years and 4 months, giving you gifts were still as hard as ever. But this time Jungwon had a gut feeling that this might just be it.

He knew you liked to keep your birthday simple, going about it as if it was a normal day. The day was a Friday, perfect for his plan. He had your schedule memorised.

You had work until 1:30 and you’d get off at 1:45 and go for lunch with your family until around 4 and come back to the apartment you shared with your 2 other roommates by 4:30.

Jungwon planned it all out. He had begged and pleaded your roommates for weeks for this. And finally made them crack 9 days earlier.

He picked up the gift an hour and a half before seeing you at your apartment, and as he arrived he knew you weren’t back yet, eyes scanning around praying he doesn’t find your shoes.

Using the key you guys kept under the soil of the potted plant, Jungwon let himself in, setting his perfect surprise up.

And cue exactly as he planned, the jingling of your keys alerted him to hide your gift.

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!’ Jungwon yelled, startling you.

Your now wide eyes take in the sight before you, Jungwon’s dimples adorning his face, eyes sparkling as he smiled. A small banner hung above his with the words ‘happy birthday’ and a beautiful flower bouquet rested inside a vase on the coffee table. But your eyes were glued to his face, Jungwon’s radiant smile more beautiful than anything.

A giggle escapes your mouth, running over to hug him.

‘Thank you Wonnie,’ you whispered into his chest. ‘That’s not all, come sit.’ Jungwon places you gently on the couch before disappearing into the kitchen.

He comes back with his arms full. It takes you a second to realise that it was a kitten, a small calico with wide eyes.

‘You… got me a cat? Won, I love you and I love cats, but you know I’m not allowed to have pets in this apartment.’ Your heart broke as you muttered those words, wishing you could just hide away this cute fur ball with you.

‘I. Not exactly. Y/n. I love you. I love you so much, that if I had a dollar for every time I thought about you, I’d have only 1, because you’re on my mind every single moment I breathe. I think about you when I wake up and when I go to sleep, and I wish I didn’t have to just think about you. I want to see you when I leave in the morning and when I come back from work. I want you to be the first and last person I see every single day.’

Your breath hitched, eyes glossing over as you waited for him to continue. His hands find yours, fingers intertwining.

‘I found a good apartment with reasonable rent considering we both have stable jobs. I’m bad at gifts, but I think even if it’s selfish, this may just be the best gift. I hope you accept this cat and house… Y/n, will you move in with me?’

You squeeze his hands, tears starting to fall. ‘Oh my lovely Won… yes, yes I will.’ If it was even possible, Jungwon’s smile grew wider. His lips captured yours in a sweet kiss, a one that shows you truly how happy he was.

‘I can’t wait to wake up with you by my side everyday my love.’

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#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagine #yang jungwon #jungwon #yang jungwon fluff #jungwon fluff #enhypen x reader #jungwon x reader #yang jungwon x reader #🖋️: nyx.writes ━ enha ☆

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Being Insecure. - NCT Dream Reaction

Thank u sm for the request !!!!!! <: to anyone who is feeling insecure here u go (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡ take some love and give it to urself. it is a hard time of year for a lot of people and sometimes just getting through the day is enough okay !!! Words: ~1.5k Genre: Fluff, comfort Warnings: Mentions of insecurity (nothing specific) and anxiety (nothing specific)

Mark

Mark would be so taken aback, like you? Insecure? You are perfect in his eyes, and although he understands everyone has their inner struggles, it just gives him whiplash for a moment that you don’t see yourself the way he sees you. He would hold your hands and look into your eyes, stumbling through the most nonsensical repetitive sentence full of ‘but like’ and ‘just’ before landing on the most heartwarming declaration of his belief in your complete supremacy. He entirely understands and empathises with the feeling of being insecure and knows it isn’t something you can just snap out of, but he will tell you over and over again why he loves whatever it is that you’re insecure about. He absolutely refuses to let you tell yourself that you aren’t good enough in any way and wants to encourage you to be confident in yourself for whom you are rather than trying to change yourself. From there on becomes the voice countering any self-deprecating thoughts, making sure his words remind you of all the charms and goodness you possess every single day.

Renjun

Initially, he might not entirely take you seriously because he just doesn’t see the things you’re insecure about. When he realises how upset or anxious you really are, he feels bad for not taking you seriously and sits down with you, hands intertwined with yours as he apologises and hears out every single one of the thoughts in your head. Whilst he knows he could say a million words to remind you how highly he thinks of you, he knows that his words and actions can only go so far and that you need to be able to see yourself in a confident light first and foremost. He absolutely does tell you all those things he loves about you and probably shares some of his own insecurities to show you how he truly empathises with you, but also wants to take action on your feelings. Whether it’s through artistic means to express emotions, reading up self-help books on how to improve your confidence, or just helping you to list everything that is right with you, he wants to use practical means to overcome the root of the problem.

Jeno

Another confused puppy at first – when he sees the sadness in your eyes and the downturn of your lips as you confess your feelings of insecurity, he can’t understand why on earth you’d feel so upset about yourself when all he sees in you is perfection. Taking you into his arms, he’d hold you together, allowing you to let out all the emotions inside of you and comfort you as they spill over. Once you had let everything out, he would readily remind you of how no one is perfect and that you should be your number one fan since you are the only person who lives with you for your entire life. In the short term, he would want to make you feel safe and secure, treating you to your favourite self-care activity and holding you as close to him as possible because he can’t let you feel like you’re going through anything alone. In the long term, he would try and remind you of the things he loves about you more often, hoping that his love can help you see yourself in a better light.

Haechan

Donghyuck is not letting you feel insecure, ever. As soon as you even hint that you aren’t exactly loving everything about yourself, he makes it his personal mission to tell you how much he loves everything about you, especially those things you are insecure about. Sometimes he’s entirely serious, so serious you’re almost concerned he’s been possessed by the spirit of some grave-though-sort-of endearing motivational speaker, and other times, he’s full of jokes and dramatic confessions of your perfection, complete with the signature pout and hands cupping your face so you can’t squirm away. He firmly believes that health and happiness come before anything else, and if there’s anything that’s making you feel insecure (like a job, bad friends, uni, etc.), then you need to prioritise taking care of yourself first and foremost. He’s not telling you to give up or quit by any means, no. Just reminding you that you are your number one priority, and anything or anyone that makes you feel any less good about yourself should not have that much power over how you see yourself.

Jaemin

Good luck being insecure about yourself in a relationship with Jaemin; he would constantly be showering you with so much love and attention with those honey-dripping gazes and fervent smiles, no-end to the lovestruck compliments at anything you do, doting hands constantly stroking your hair, face, hands, arms, everywhere. His sweetness and sincere compliments would be delivered at exactly the right time, in exactly the right manner, that it halts whatever insecure thought was growing in your mind as soon as it began to sprout. Confessing to him that you were actually insecure in certain things would break his heart, as wanting you to feel nothing other than love would be his top priority. Patiently listens to you and strokes your hair with your head on his lap or his chest as you reveal your troubled thoughts, and then goes on to explain to you in several different and equally unique ways why those things that are troubling you are entirely false. If you thought he was doting enough already, he turns it up 100% after hearing you feeling insecure, giving you even more compliments and showering you with even more love than you knew one human could produce.

Chenle

Not on his watch! The moment you try and express your concerns about whatever you think isn’t good enough about you, he launches into a whole monologue about how he loves you and thinks you’re perfect and can’t imagine you as anything less than some kind of celestial being. When his small outburst is over, however, he listens to you intently and frowns every time you say something bad about yourself – stepping in only to argue against the unfavourable thoughts and feelings before you move on to the next. After breaking down everything that you’re feeling, he decides that rather than complimenting you more or something of that kind, he’s going to subtly show you how to love yourself. Whenever you do something demonstrating your virtues, he makes it a moment to show you your strengths, and after any and every success, he reminds you to take pride in yourself and what you can do. Chenle wants you to be able to be proud of and happy with yourself and will make sure to spare no effort in gently nudging you towards this goal.

Jisung

Another one who would be absolutely heartbroken hearing of your insecurities. Although he understands it’s only human nature, he’d feel as though he hadn’t done enough to make you feel loved or wasn’t complimenting you enough if you still thought anything hurtful towards yourself. This would be his own insecurities creeping up on him, and you’d have to both sit down and talk through the painful emotions, no matter how tedious or upsetting it is. Makes it something to work on together. Rather than seeing it as his mission or your own internal struggle, it becomes a pact to help each other become more confident in yourselves and accept the things you can’t change. I think growing together would be a huge part of a relationship with Jisung, wanting to help make up for the areas you both lack in, and helping the areas you shine in glow even brighter. Being insecure wouldn’t be a shortfall; it would be an opportunity to evolve and allow yourselves to flourish with the right care and attention.

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borathae · 11 months

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↳ Index [Chapter 28 - Overthink]

Warnings: she does so much overthinking like omfg GIRL, Tae and Koo are her voices of reasons, we stan them, also the beginning rips me apart :(, Yoongs is really cute at some point in this chapter

Wordcount: 7k

a/n: *sobs* vmin *sobs harder*

Taehyung opens his eyes.

Jimin is looking at him.

Taehyung gulps. If he still had a heartbeat, it would have started to race. So Jimin stayed the night with him, sharing nudity and a hug. Jimin really did that.

“Hey”, Jimin says.

“H-hey”, Taehyung answers him.

“We slept for eight hours.”

“We did?”

“Mhm. I haven’t slept that much since we fell into Namjoon’s hands.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, couldn’t really. I didn’t wanna be, you know, vulnerable.”

“I see”, Taehyung studies Jimin’s features, “and when we weren’t with him?”

“Nightmares. Wonderful, kept me awake.”

“I see. Why did you never tell me?”

“I don’t know.”

“I see. I’m sorry”, Taehyung says and places his hand over Jimin’s. Jimin intertwines his fingers with him instantly.

“For what?”

“For what he did to you.”

“Why are you apologizing? It wasn’t your fault.”

“But it was. So many times you got hurt because I acted out of line.”

“You didn’t. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I feel as if it was.”

“Taehyung, shut up. It wasn’t your fault. Fuck’s sake, I’m just happy that you’re okay.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m happy that you didn’t get hurt, that’s all that really matters.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why did you take the fall for me so many times?”

“Because I wanted to keep you safe.”

“Why? I didn’t deserve it. I put you through so much.”

“Oh come now, do you hear yourself talk? You put me through so much? All you ever wanted was to live a simple life, just the two of us, together and at peace somewhere where nobody could ever find us. What did I want? Power, blood and fame. I brought Namjoon back into our lives with my ugly greed, not you.”

“But I acted up all the time, if I hadn’t then, then you wouldn’t have-”

“Hush”, Jimin interrupts him, “I don’t blame you, Tae. I never did. You’re a good person with a good heart. I’m ugly inside, it doesn’t matter that Namjoon screwed me up. But you? It would have been a shame if he ruined your good soul.”

“You’re not ugly inside. Namjoon made it ugly. He forced you to act the way you did. I know you Jimin, you have a good heart as well.”

“I don’t think I do.”

“Well, I think you do.”

“Then you are the only one. I know how the others think of me. I had a talk with ___ last night and she asked me why it’s so hard for me to be good and I couldn’t answer her because I had no idea why it is.”

“Well, I think you are nice.”

“No Tae, no. Don’t you get the whole point? I’m an asshole. I’m rude, I manipulate people, blackmail them, hurt them and act like I can’t stand their presence. And it’s because I’m an asshole with an ugly soul.”

“You’re not an asshole Jimin. I guess, you just had to learn that only being rude will keep you safe. I know, trust me. I know how Namjoon treats kindness. You did what had to be done to survive.”

Jimin feels his eyes fill with tears.

“Taehyung I’m so scared of him”, he confesses, “I’m so fucking scared.”

“Don’t be. He is not going to come anywhere near us again.”

“You don’t know that. What if he does? What if he catches us again? I don’t want to go back to him, please.”

“You won’t have to. Not when I can prevent it. The next time he comes anywhere near us, I will fight for you. I promise.”

“No, don’t fight for me, please. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Jimin…” Taehyung whispers.

“You’re the only link to my humanity I have, Tae. I don’t have anyone but you. If anyone is going to fight, it is going to be me.”

“What? No! Are you out of your mind? You lost all of your strength. He would rip you to shreds.”

“I wouldn’t care as long as you are safe.”

“Well I would”, Taehyung presses out and sobs softly, “if you died again, I would rip my own heart out. I can’t bear to watch you die again or, or to live eternity with the knowledge that I can never ever see you again”, he says and whimpers.

Jimin pulls him closer, resting his forehead against his’.

“Don’t cry”, he whispers.

“It hurt so much, Jimin. To live but to know that I truly can’t see you again. It hurt so much.”

“I know.”

“And I’m so angry at you for not coming back sooner.”

“I know.”

“And I’m so upset that you didn’t see the fresh start as what it is. A fresh start”, Taehyung pushes at Jimin’s chest but doesn’t leave the closeness, “you could have reinvented yourself, left your bad habits and yet you didn’t. Why do you keep fighting with them?” a little sob interrupts him, “I like them all so much, Jimin. We finally have a family and you, you keep fighting with them. Why do you keep doing that?”

“I’m sorry. I see my errors now and, and I want to change that. I’m sorry that I brought you so much grief.”

Taehyung sniffles. He forgets to cry for he never heard his friend apologize before.

He moves his head away, making Jimin lift his gaze in question.

“What is it?” he asks.

“Four hundred years and this is the first apology I have heard from you”, Taehyung whispers, painting great regret onto Jimin’s features.

“I know. Fuck, it took me too long to say it”, he says and tears up, “the look you gave me last night. It’s the same look I always gave Namjoon when he came to my room. Holy fuck Tae, I’ve been truly awful to you.”

“I know it was Namjoon’s doing.”

“No, not all of it. I hurt you, insulted you, mistreated you out of my own free will as well and I hate myself for it.”

“No, don’t hate yourself. It’s alright.”

“It’s not alright. Stop defending me. Fuck, Taehyung be angry at me. Just once, like you were right now, tell me that I piss you off”, he cups Taehyung’s face, pushes him to his back. “Be angry at me. Just how you were in the kitchen back then. When you told me to shut it. Be like that just for once.”

“I don’t want to be like that. I want to talk it out, not scream at you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to scream at you. At least not anymore.”

“Why not? Why can’t you scream at me?” Jimin presses out, eyes filling with tears, “be angry at me. Fucking scream.”

Taehyung shakes his head and smiles.

“Fuck Tae. Please just…be mad.”

Taehyung reaches up, cups Jimin’s cheeks and wipes his tears away.

“I don’t want to be mad at you”, Taehyung whispers, “I have lived life without you. I know how truly terrible it is. And I won’t ever take you for granted again. Let alone waste our time being angry.”

Jimin exhales shakily. His eyes are restless, switching between Taehyung’s unfaltering eyes while tears make his vision blurry.

“Taehyung”, he breathes, brushing his thumbs along Taehyung’s cheekbones.

“Yes?” Taehyung answers him softly, holding his breath.

“Fuck Tae, I wasted so much time being greedy for something great that I never even realised that I already had the greatest possession I could own.”

“What is it?”

“Your companionship.”

Taehyung’s eyes falter, his gaze becomes blurry.

Jimin seeks Taehyung’s closeness. Their noses touch. Their eyes fall closed. Their foreheads rest against each other.

“I’m going to do better from now, I promise you. I want to talk stuff out and be less jealous and I don’t want to ruin our chance at a family, I really don’t”, Jimin whispers.

“I believe you”, Taehyung answers him.

“I love you Taehyung.”

“I love you too, Jimin”, Taehyung answers him, pulling him closer in hopes to never let go again.

“Oh Kook, hey there”, you startle as you leave your room, colliding with Jungkook right in front of it, “you startled me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to startle you”, he says, studying your face. His smile falls, “hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, reaching out to hold your hand.

“What do you mean?”

“You smell scared. Did something happen?”

“No, of course not”, you smell yourself, “I thought I took a shower.”

“You smell good, but there is something that smells like fear”, he steps closer, taking a deep breath into your room, “yeah, it’s in there”, he says, stepping inside, “oh my god, it’s so strong in here. What happened?”

He turns, studying your guilty face.

“What happened, ___?” he asks, stepping closer to cup your cheeks. His eyes are glassy as if he wanted to cry for you.

“Nothing much, I just had a nightmare”, you confess in a whisper, lowering your eyes.

“Oh no. Poor you, I’m so sorry this happened”, he says, hugging you against his chest, “don’t worry, it was just a bad dream. I’m here to protect you now.”

“Gosh Kook, I’m really fine. Gosh, you’re so cute, thank you”, you say into his chest in a chuckle, caressing his waist lovingly.

“Of course, that’s what I’m here for”, he steps back, revealing his fangs to you.

“You’ve got something there”, you say, pointing at them.

He licks over his teeth, eyes widening.

“Oh!” he turns his head away, “sorry, excuse me”, he throws his hand over his mouth, “I’m hungry and you smell really good. I shouldn’t have hugged you.”

You snort, “what a great protector you are. Come, let’s see if Yoongi’s up already.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Jungkook follows you outside, walking next to you as he tries to get his fangs to go back again. You glance at him.

“Can we keep what just happened between us?” you ask him.

“What do you mean?”

“Just. Please don’t tell Yoongi that I had a nightmare.”

“Why not?” Jungkook widens his eyes.

“I just don’t want him to know. He’d worry too much.”

“But he needs to know.”

“Jungkook please”, you beg, “it was just one bad night, I can handle it.”

Jungkook huffs out air, giving you a disagreeing pout.

“I don’t agree with that. He’d be so happy to help, you know him.”

“I know”, you say quietly.

“But fine, I won’t tell him”, he promises you and you would have thanked him a million times if he hadn’t continued to talk, “you guys should talk eye to eye soon.”

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook touches his nose, “I have a good nose for that kind of stuff. You love each other, don’t you?”

You nod your head, gnawing on your lower lip.

“So talk to him again. You guys smell different than you did in the past. Sadder and really confused”, Jungkook says.

You nod your head, staying quiet. You feel too ashamed to admit that the only reason you avoid Yoongi so much is because you are scared that out of all the people here, he could be the one judging you for killing Suzy. After all, she was one of his friends and you know how difficult it is to get Yoongi to forgive you for something like that. He is planning on killing his oldest friend because he hurt you. What if he is angry at you for killing his coven friend? Or worse, thinks you are disgusting because of what you did?

“Jungkook, I’m so scared”, you confess.

Jungkook stops, so do you. He studies your face with his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Scared? Scared of what?” he asks.

“That he’ll be angry at me.”

“Angry for what?” Jungkook sounds flabbergasted.

“For killing Suzy. Jungkook, I can’t stop dreaming about it. It, it hurts so much.”

“Hey it’s okay. It’s okay”, he say softly, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, “look at me, baby.”

Your eyes meet.

“That’s why you don’t want to tell him? Because you’re scared that he could be angry at you?”

You nod your head, whimpering sadly, “what if he thinks of me differently?”

“___ come on”, Jungkook almost groans the words, fighting the urge to roll his eyes, “Yoongi forgave you for something big like keeping the blood sharing a secret from him and you think that he’d be angry at you for doing what was necessary?”

You nod your head, “I killed someone.”

“Okay, if that’s the criteria you’re basing that shit off then I can tell you that this is bullshit. In theory, Yoongi killed about a thousand times more people than you and do you think that he’s a bad person?”

“No, of course not.”

“He thinks the same about you. Trust me.”

“But-”

“No buts. Stop overthinking, you idiot”, Jungkook presses his thumb against your lips.

You move back with a whine, “your finger’s sweaty.”

“Sorry”, he pulls his hands away, hiding them in the pockets of his hoodie, “my point still stands though. Don’t give me another but or I’ll spank your butt.”

You snort, having to chuckle.

“Damn Kook, what a threat.”

“I’m serious, I can be angry too and I’ll actually get angry if you continue keeping stuff from Yoongi”, he says in an honest scolding voice and his brows furrowed, “he loves you so much and you love him too and I can’t stand you guys ruining something so special just because you’re too much of a pussy to talk to him. Didn’t you agree on talking shit out from now on? Stop taking steps back just ‘cause you’re a little chicken shit all of a sudden. Yoongi’s the most understanding person ever, fucking hell, cut him some slack.”

“I know”, you sniffle, lowering your eyes, “I’m sorry, I know I’m such a chicken sometimes. Fuck, it’s so hard not to avoid conversation. That’s all I did my entire life. With my parents and my school friends and everyone I ever met. But I want to be different with you guys. It’s so hard though, I’m such a chicken.”

“It’s fine, that’s why you have me. I’ll bully you into talking”, he says and makes you laugh.

“Thank you, seriously I need that”, you say and exhale shakily, touching your own tummy, “fuck, now I feel sick.”

“No, why?” Jungkook asks, rubbing his hand up and down your arm soothingly.

“It’s just, I’m weird. I get sick whenever someone is angry at me. It’s not your fault, I just get anxious.”

“No baby, I’m not angry at you. I’m sorry. I know I sounded a little harsh. I guess I’m just passionate about you guys”, Jungkook says and pulls you against his chest. He sways you from side to side, caressing the back of your head, “I’m sorry if this made you anxious, I didn’t want to make you feel that way.”

“I know”, you snuggle into his chest with closed eyes, “I know. God, I’m such a mess.”

“No you’re not. You’re overthinking again. Everybody has their little packages, but that doesn’t mean they’re automatically a mess”, Jungkook gives you a tight squeeze, “I’m squeezing those thoughts outta you”, he says and squeaks.

The gesture makes you chuckle. It feels good to be hugged that way.

“You’re so cute”, you say, lifting your head.

Jungkook gives you one of his honest, warm smiles.

Seeing him smile at you eases your anxiety a little.

“Thank you, Kook”, you whisper, stepping closer to rest your head against his chest. Like this your temple feels the first indicator of cold seep through his hoodie, a telltale sign that he was hungry.

“Of course”, he says, “I’d hug you again, but I think I’m getting very close to wanting to bite you again.”

“Okay. Message received”, you step back with a chuckle, “should we see if Yoongi’s awake?”

“Yes, I think we should. I seriously don’t want to bite you.”

So you and Jungkook continue your walk to the kitchen, keeping just a little bit of distance to avoid the worst case scenario.

“Ah geez”, you stop, looking to the side, “that’s a hell lot of ass.”

“Huh? Oh god, what the hell?” Jungkook gasps, covering his eyes with his hand.

Taehyung and Jimin, both in nothing but their briefs, turn around, studying you from head to toe.

“Good morning darling”, Taehyung greets you.

“Good morning”, you say, sneaking a glance at them, “why are you guys in only your underwear?”

“We just fucked”, Jimin answers you.

“Ah”, you let out then chuckle, “well, congrats I guess? I assume you guys talked it out last night?”

“We did”, Jimin says and smiles. It is an honest smile and quite frankly it is weirder to see than his way too detailed dick print.

“Well, I…I’m so sorry I wanna be serious and all, but your dicks are just out and about and I can’t concentrate. Why are those briefs so tiny, Tae?”

He sneaks a glance down at his dick.

“They’re not, I’m merely huge.”

“Why did I even ask”, you mumble, massaging the bridge of your nose.

Taehyung chuckles, strutting to you confidently. He wraps his arms around you, pressing you against his body.

“Are we flustering you, darling?” he teases.

“No? Course not. You aren’t hot either, course not.”

He chuckles, kissing your cheek.

“You are adorable. Tell me, did you have breakfast already?”

“I was planning on getting some with Kook.”

Taehyung looks at Jungkook.

“My handsome”, he says, breaking away from you to hug Jungkook instead, “I missed you so much last night.”

“Oh? Uhm”, Jungkook, who clearly hadn’t expected to receive affection now that Jimin is back again, blushes vividly, wrapping his arms around Taehyung after a moment of consideration.

“Where were you? I couldn’t even reach your phone”, Taehyung asks him, nuzzling his nose against his neck.

“Sorry, I trained with Hoseok the entire night and had my phone on mute.”

“You trained?” Taehyung runs his hands over Jungkook’s arms, “you did. You feel so strong.”

Jungkook takes a step back in confusion, studying Taehyung’s face.

“What’s the matter?” Taehyung asks.

“He’s here”, Jungkook whispers, glancing at Jimin.

“Don’t worry about me”, Jimin says, pushing himself off the counter, “I’m planning on going into town either way. I promised an old friend to meet me.”

“An old friend?” Taehyung asks.

“Mia. She’s back from Riga and wants to meet for coffee.”

“Oh that’s wonderful. You haven’t seen Mia in so long. What a pleasant coincidence that we are still here.”

“Yes”, Jimin agrees and gives Taehyung a soft ruffle of his hair, “you should wash up, Taetae you’re a little dirty there”, he says teasingly, pulling back.

“What?” Taehyung reaches behind himself, “in my hair? Why did you do that?”

Jimin chuckles, “my apologies, it won’t happen again”, he says and then looks at you and Jungkook, “see you later, guys.”

“See you.”

“Yeah, see you”, Jungkook murmurs, watching with confusion as Jimin leaves. Then he studies Taehyung, who is by the sink with you as you try to wash out his hair with a soaked kitchen towel. He is currently telling you to get everything while you assure him that you are.

Jungkook inches closer, gasping when Taehyung reaches for his waist and pulls him snug against him.

“What’s the matter, handsome?” he asks him, “you smell confused.”

“I am confused. I don’t understand what is happening? Are you seeing Jimin now?”

“We simply made up.”

“What about us? Are you going to break up with me again?” he asks with glassy eyes.

Taehyung places his hand on Jungkook’s head and pulls him into a kiss. The kind which makes Jungkook whimper with buckling knees.

Taehyung breaks the kiss by sucking on Jungkook’s lower lip, sighing with him.

“Does this answer your question?” he asks.

Jungkook nods his head, fingers resting on Taehyung’s collarbones, “I guess.”

“Good”, Taehyung tilts his head, kissing Jungkook’s forehead, “I’m not allowing you to slip away again. Or my darling for that matter”, says, hugging you close as well to smooch your cheek.

“Tickles”, you giggle, chasing him happily.

Taehyung purrs, kissing your cheek a second time.

“Ahem.”

You turn upon hearing someone clear their throat loudly.

Yoongi is standing in the middle of the kitchen with his arms crossed in front of his chest and his eyes squinted in a foreign emotion. He hides it before you can figure out what exactly it was.

“Hyung, good morning”, Taehyung says, “did you sleep well?”

“No, I didn’t sleep.”

“Oh, that is a shame. Is everything alright?”

Yoongi nods his head, running his eyes up and down Taehyung’s bared body.

“Oh that?” Taehyung says, “Jimin came back and we talked.”

“Ah”, Yoongi lets out, pulling a grimace of slight disgust, “don’t tell me more, I really don’t care.”

“Are you still angry at me, hyung?”

“I don’t know. Are you going to disrespect my personal space again?”

Taehyung chuckles, shaking his head, “I won’t disrespect it again. Although it was never my intention in the first place, I must say that much”, he says.

“Hm”, Yoongi cocks his right eyebrow up, “that’s a unique way of apologising.”

“Hey! I am sorry, I truly am”, Taehyung insists with the biggest puppy eyes ever.

“Mhm”, Yoongi nods his head, “thanks.”

“Not at all”, Taehyung says with a smile and releases you and Jungkook to turn to the counter, “I’m preparing tea for you, darling. Is that alright?” he asks you.

“Of course, wow thank you so much. You are so sweet”, you say, turning to him and missing the way Yoongi’s eyes squint again.

“Do you want a cup too, Kookie?” Taehyung asks him to which the younger vampire shakes his head.

“I want to go hunting soon, I’ll have to pee if I drink something now”, he says.

“Oh? Hunting? Shall I accompany you? I heard that you still need some help”, Taehyung says excitedly.

“You would really want to come with me? But it’s just running around the forest and looking for animals. It’s so boring.”

“Nothing can be boring when it is with you, my handsome”, Taehyung coos, pinching Jungkook’s cheek.

Jungkook giggles, swaying from side to side, “I mean, if you really want to come with me…”

Yoongi can barely even see out of his eyes from all the squinting he is doing by now.

He stomps closer to you, placing himself right behind you and even going so far as to place his hands on your waist with an almost angry strength. You gasp, flinching at the sudden contact. He looks over your shoulder, ignoring the confused look you send him to instead see how Taehyung prepares the tea.

“That was too much milk”, he comments, earning himself another confused look from you and Taehyung. He studies your faces, “I’m just saying, she doesn’t like that much milk. Also, you should wait until the tea is done before pouring in the milk. It ruins the taste. And if you really wanted to make it how she likes it, you would have made sure to use whole milk instead of skimmed milk, just for your information.”

“Oh, uhm”, Taehyung flusters and sneaks a glance at you, “should I redo it?”

“No of course not, it’s fine. Thank you, darling”, you assure him with a kiss on his cheek, looking at Yoongi afterwards to let him know that this was weird to say.

He avoids eye contact instantly, “I heard you’re hungry, kiddo” he says to Jungkook to which the latter nods his head.

“I’m really hungry.”

“I’m hungry too. We should leave now when the sun’s still low.”

“That sounds good for me. Dark mornings are wonderful”, Taehyung says, nodding his head.

“No. You should stay back. We’ll train afterwards and you being there will only mess up the routine”, Yoongi says rather coldly.

“Oh? Uhm. Yes of course, I completely understand.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi nods his head, sneaking a glance at you as he has been feeling your eyes on him for far too long now. You look confused.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Yes”, he looks away, taking a step back and letting his strong hands slip from your waist.

Jungkook who notices this distinct, stinging scent of confusion and sadness, speaks up in hopes of lightening the mood.

“I almost bit ___ this morning. But I controlled the urges really well.”

“You did what?” Yoongi studies your neck with worry in his eyes.

“But nothing happened”, Jungkook says, “it was because she needed a hug because she-”, Jungkook widens his eyes, “oh uhm! It was nothing!”

“What was that?” Taehyung asks, letting his eyes flit between you and Jungkook.

Silently cursing Jungkook for being the worst secret keeper ever, you dare to sneak a glance at Yoongi. He seems worried.

“I’m okay”, you assure him.

Yoongi steps closer and places his hand on the side of your face to tilt your head so he could look at you.

“What happened?” he asks.

“Nothing, it was nothing.”

Yoongi visibly breathes in deeper and you know that it is to get a scent of your emotions. He furrows his brows, placing his other hand on your face as well. He figured you out.

“What happened?” he stresses.

“Nothing happened. I just slept terribly”, you insist.

“My love, what happened?” Yoongi stresses.

“Nothing. I just-”

Jungkook nudges your side, making you glance at him. He has his eyes lowered in warning. You look back at Yoongi and the suffocating worry on his features. You give in with a sigh.

“I had a really bad dream. Jungkook hugged me for comfort.”

“A bad dream?”

You nod your head.

“Mhm”, Yoongi lets out and pulls you closer by the back of your head just so he can kiss your forehead. He doesn’t ask questions, he doesn’t probe, he simply gives you comfort. And it feels really good to receive. He steps back, but keeps caressing your arm, “should I stay with you today?”

“No. It was really nothing. You don’t have to stay with me.”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“No seriously. I just…” you sigh in defeat, “I don’t know if I’m ready to talk about it yet.”

“Mhm”, he furrows his brows, “I understand. Take your time, my princess.”

“Thank you”, you whisper.

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums and kisses your cheek. Just once, but it was filled with so much unconditional love that you almost scream. It feels so nice to be kissed by him.

Yoongi brushes his thumb over your cheek and then truly breaks away from you, turning to Jungkook.

“Are you ready to go, kiddo?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“Good. Let’s go”, he tells Jungkook and turns to leave.

Jungkook sends you a proud look as he leaves, one you answer with shy smile.

They disappear from your sight.

Taehyung leans closer to kiss your cheek.

“You had a bad dream?” he asks in a whisper, “what happened?”

“Nothing.”

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

You huff out air in defeat, “I had a nightmare about Suzy.”

“Oh darling, that is terrible”, Taehyung cups your cheeks, “what happened in this dream?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. It’s really hard to say out loud.”

“Was it that terrible?”

“Yeah”, you whisper.

“I understand, come here”, he says, pulling you into a hug. He sways you from side to side, caressing the back of your head, “nightmares are awful, awful things aren’t they?”

You nod your head.

“Tae, it burdens me so much because I can’t stop dreaming about her. I never see her, but I just know that it is her. I’m so scared to go to sleep because I know that I’ll see her again.”

“Gosh, I know exactly how you feel”, he squeezes you to let you know that he was there for you, “I’m so sorry that you have to dream of her. I know it is not much comfort, but there will come a day where you won’t have to dream of her anymore.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

You let out a sigh of relief, rubbing your cheek against his chest. Taehyung draws little hearts on your back, sending a constant stream of tingles down your spine.

“Darling, may I ask why you don’t want to tell Yoongi about your dreams?”

“I do, but I’m just…it wasn’t the right time. I don’t feel ready yet, I’m so scared that he’ll be angry. I don’t know”, you stutter.

“No darling, that isn’t true. I am certain that it only seems this way”, Taehyung says without judgement in his voice, “the two of you strike me as two people, who understand each other very easily. I am sure that you are just imagining the difficulties.”

You lift your head.

“Really?”

“Yes, really”, he smiles sweetly, “he forgave me for blood sharing, eventhough he swore to hate me eternally. What you did isn’t even worth mentioning in comparison to what I did. And I can tell you that whatever you imagine him to feel is nothing but a figment of your terribly worrying mind.”

You nod your head, “I hear you. Thank you for telling me.”

“Of course”, Taehyung kisses your cheek, “now, shall we do something to take your poor mind off of this awful dream?”

You study his face in curiosity.

“Grab your tea and let us go to my room. I have to get dressed. And then, shall we walk to the bakery together? You still need breakfast.”

“Yes, I think we could do that.”

Jungkook returns by dinnertime. Yoongi isn’t by his side.

“Hey there”, he greets you and the others, “watcha eating?”

“Leftover soup. Where’s Yoongi?” Hoseok asks.

“He met with Fredrick and they drove off together.”

“Huh? That’s so random. Why?”

“Fredrick found more of Namjoon’s followers and they are checking it out. He told us not to worry about him though, because he can manage.”

“I see, that sounds promising”, Hoseok says and then pulls the empty chair out beside him, “do you want to eat something too? We left you guys something.”

“No thanks, I feel really dirty from hunting. I think I’m gonna take a shower and then chill in my room”, he says, “oh yeah and I should tell you guys from Yoongi that we are leaving once you’re done with dinner. He’ll meet us there.”

“Totally. We’ll pack up later.”

“Mhm”, Jungkook says and studies your face, “how are you feeling?”

“Better, thank you for asking.”

Jungkook gives you a lopsided grin and nods his head.

“Okay then, I’m off. I feel so dirty”, Jungkook says only to run into Jimin as he turns.

“Careful”, Jimin gasps, earning himself a scowl from Jungkook, “where are you off to?”

“Showering.”

“No”, Jimin takes Jungkook’s shoulder and twirls him back around, “not yet.

“W-why?” Jungkook stutters, sitting down by the table with a little grunt of surprise.

“What are you doing?” Taehyung asks.

“I have something for you guys”, Jimin answers him as he sets down the big bag he was carrying.

You all watch him with great interest whilst trying to figure out what he was doing.

Jimin pulls out a galaxy lamp still in its packaging.

He hands the lamp to Jungkook.

“I heard that your last lamp broke”, he tells him, avoiding eye contact.

“Uh what?” Jungkook asks, accepting the lamp with baffled eyes.

Jimin takes out another thing and hands it to Yoongi. At least he tries to before he realises that the Creator was missing.

“Where’s Yoongi?” he asks.

“Killing vampires with Fredrick”, Seokjin answers him.

“Ah, what a bugger. ___ can you give that to him later?” he says and hands you a block of new music sheets.

“Of course, uhm, thanks”, you accept it. The paper feels sturdy in your hands and carries a slight yellow undertone to it. Knowing Yoongi, he will love it a lot.

“Thanks”, Jimin says. He turns to the bag afterwards and empties the rest. Sunglasses for Hoseok, they are neon green and oversized. A matching pyjama set for Emma and Seokjin, because according to Jimin a couple is supposed to match during their leisure dates. And a set of gardening gloves for you in two different sizes because according to him he didn’t know what kinda size hands you have. You all accept the presents with confusion written all over your features, wondering if this was truly Jimin or if someone exchanged him for a lookalike overnight.

“Here uhm”, Jimin steps closer to Taehyung, “it’s the paints you love. I know that you’re always out”, he whispers.

“I’m actually out of yellows currently”, Taehyung murmurs, accepting the box shyly, “thank you.”

“Yeah uhm”, Jimin touches the side of his neck, “that’s like…my…apology. I guess. Yeah. I was an ass. Way too many times. Sorry”, he struggles with the words, but says them honestly. He also tries to look at each of your faces, but fails miserably.

“Do you mean it?” Emma asks him.

Jimin nods his head.

“I am honest. I was being an ass all the time.”

“You were”, Seokjin says.

“I know”, Jimin says, “maybe Yoongi’s right and I’m just a shitty person. I think that means I have to work on it and can’t blame Namjoon anymore, right?” he lets out a nervous laugh, “you guys are kinda the only people who bear with me, yeah, I don’t wanna fuck it up”, he says and groans, “ew sorry, but I can’t be emotional, that shit makes me cringe. That’s all you guys get, take your presents and be happy.”

You chuckle and to your surprise so do the others.

“I get it”, Seokjin says and reaches for the pyjamas, “it’s the thick fabric. Look my tulip, it’s really soft to the touch.”

“Yeah, I heard you talk about that you like it better ‘cause for warmth reasons or shit”, Jimin explains.

Their eyes meet for a split second then both look away.

“Mhm, good fabric”, Seokjin says, discarding it again to instead busy himself by eating his soup.

“Thanks for the lamp”, Jungkook murmurs and gets up to leave for his shower.

Hoseok is already wearing the glasses, “I look so funky with them”, he says.

“Yes, they fit you well”, Jimin says and cringes visibly all whilst acting his hardest as if he wasn’t.

“Right? You picked out good glasses, they’re so funky.”

Emma exchanges a wordless look with Jimin. He gives her a nod of his head and then she has already turned to Seokjin, continuing her conversation with him.

“I think I really want to try out those paints. Darling, do you want to join me?” Taehyung says, standing up to discard his dishes in the sink.

“Aren’t we supposed to leave after dinner?” you ask him, following him outside as he tugs at your hand gently.

The others stay back for clean up.

“Just for a little. I have all of my stuff packed already. I really want to try out the paints, please.”

“Gosh Tae, stop pulling me”, you whine in a chuckle.

The night came sooner today. The windows show nothing but darkness outside. It makes you worry for Yoongi. Hopefully he is alright.

“Now what shall I paint with them?” Taehyung says, swinging your arms back and forth playfully, “should I paint you, darling?”

“Yes, indeed”, you agree, having no idea what he just said.

“What’s the matter darling? You sound far away”, Taehyung says, making you look at him.

“I’m just worrying about Yoongi.”

Taehyung chuckles.

“Didn’t he tell us not to worry about him?”

You huff out air, giving him a pout.

“Mean”, you mumble, “you know that I can’t help but worry whenever you guys leave.”

Taehyung laughs, pulling you close so he can peck your lips.

“You are beyond precious.”

“What’s the matter?”

You both turn at the sound of Jimin’s voice.

“Did something happen?” he asks, fumbling with his hands shyly, “do you not like the gloves?”

“No, they’re really great. Thank you”, you assure him.

Jimin nods his head, looking to the side afterwards.

You turn to Taehyung, “hey darling? Would you mind if I didn’t join you? I still have to pack my bags.”

“Of course, I understand. Jimin, do you want to join me instead?”

“I would love to, but I have to take a shower and pack my stuff.”

“Gosh, why are my two favourite people suddenly abandoning me?” Taehyung whines and pouts.

Jimin chuckles, pinching Taehyung’s cheek.

“You’ll live. Also pack you stuff, I know that you haven’t done that yet.”

Taehyung grins sheepishly.

“You know me too well, Jiminie.”

The two vampires leave you by your door, chatting about Mia as they leave for their rooms. You don’t listen to them for long, slipping inside your room.

You leave Taehyung’s farm an hour later. You drive for three hours into the latest night. It leaves all of you exhausted beyond recovery and so all of you go straight into your new rooms. The place belonged to Fredrick, but neither he nor Yoongi were home, just Fredrick’s familiar Jean. You stay with Taehyung that night. He lets you shower alone while he draws in his notebook.

He turns when he hears the door open, studying you from head to toe.

“You look refreshed”, he says.

“No, I don’t. I look tired.”

“I still think that you look refreshed.”

You scoff, shaking your head.

He opens his arms for you, allowing you to find your place in his embrace. You are both resting on your stomachs that way, bodies melted together.

He leans in and kisses your cheek.

It makes you shy away, head lowering and eyes avoiding contact.

“What tortures you, my darling?” he asks in a whisper.

“I’m just worried about Yoongi.”

“Why? I am certain that he is well.”

“But if he isn’t? Tae, I’ve been thinking and what if he thinks that I want to break up with him?”

“Darling, no”, Taehyung says, shaking his head, “stop living in your head so much. All those scenarios you conquer are nothing but figments of your imagination.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Yes. I truly do.”

“I hope that you are right. Do you think that I should send him another message? I already sent him like twenty texts”, you babble, already opening your chat again. You weren’t lying. You truly sent him way too many texts to count. All of very insecure and clingy nature, “Jungkook said that his phone died, that's why he can’t receive messages, but what if he was lying? What if Yoongi ignores me because he is angry?”

“___.”

Taehyung calling you by your real name makes your ears perk up. You drop your phone, looking at him with widened eyes.

“What can I tell you to make you stop overthinking oh so much? I am aware that you feel guilty because of what happened with Suzy, but darling, you are projecting this guilt onto Yoongi and you are turning him into someone he isn’t. All those things you worry about? Aren’t real and are nothing more than mean thoughts your guilt conquered.”

You lower your head.

“Do you understand me?” Taehyung says firmly but with softness in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah I do”, you whisper, “fuck, I’m so dumb. Why do I keep overthinking so much? I really wanna do better for you guys, but I still end up doing what I did in the past. I keep overthinking.”

“Don’t be too harsh on yourself. I know that it is difficult to break old patterns. If you want me to, I can keep telling you when I think that your worries stem from overthinking.”

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course I would”, he says and kisses your temple.

You exhale in relief, leaning into the kiss with closed eyes. He doesn’t use his powers on you right now, but his kiss still comforts you deeply.

“Thank you so much, please keep calling me out on it.”

“I will”, Taehyung seals the promise with another kiss, turning back to his drawing afterwards.

The pen makes a soft scratching sound as he guides it over the paper. The drawing is almost finished. It shows the streets outside. You recognize their paving and the street lamps.

You find great comfort in this moment. The sound of drawing is relaxing and Taehyung’s body is so close that you are engulfed in his warmth. His arm around you feels so safe and he smells so good that you want to be closer.

You chase it by nuzzling your nose against his neck as best as the position allows you to. Well, at least that is what you were trying to do. You end up stubbing his shoulder with your nose instead, running it back and forth slowly.

Taehyung hums, stealing a forehead kiss from you.

You rest your head on the pillow afterwards, gazing up at Taehyung’s face. Taehyung glances at you, lowering his pen. He smiles softly, caressing your temple with his fingertips.

“I like that you and Jimin made up”, you confess, “I was so heartbroken for you when we still thought that he was dead and then I was heartbroken for you when he still acted like a dick all the time. He seems to finally want to do better for you. I’m happy for you.”

“You are?”

You nod your head.

“I want you to be happy, Tae. That’s all I want for you.”

“Darling”, Taehyung breathes, sagging his shoulders, “I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay, don’t say anything”, you assure him, “I just wanted to let you know.”

Taehyung smiles. He cups your cheek.

“I want you to be happy too, my sweetest”, he whispers.

“I am”, you say, “there are lots of things which are difficult and which make me sad, but when I’m with you and the others, I know that the sadness will pass again. It’s a really nice feeling to have.”

“That makes me happy to hear”, Taehyung confesses, drawing closer to you until he can trace he slope of your nose with the tip of his nose, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You fall asleep easy that night. Taehyung turns off the lights and continues drawing in the dark while you listen to the sound of it and find solace in the fact that you will always have someone willing to grant you company.

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