#and they're both cold and hungry and in pain

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I'm sure you'll get/have gotten other asks about this same thing, but I would love, love, love to know more about your ideas for a messy kidnap fam fic. :)

(also, accidently unfollowed when trying to hit the ask button. it's finally happened)

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The Messy Kidnap Fam Longfic

Under a cut for length

It all starts with Mae and Mags finding Elrond and Elros in Elwing's wardrobe post-oath-induced-rage fugue.

Elros and Elrond put up a hell of a fight to Not Get Taken and are absolutely convinced that a) Elwing has been murdered and b) they're also about to get murdered.

Maedhros gets bitten by Elros >:3

Mae and Mags have a debate about What To Do With them. I feel like maybe Mae initially is like "Put Those Back Where They Came From or So Help Me" at Mags, but the only idea they come up with is maybe leaving the twins at the edge of what's left of Sirion in the hopes that they'll be found (because if they tried to drop off the twins in person they'd get attacked on sight by Gil Galad and Cirdan). But Mae can't stop worrying that they'll die of exposure that way (he still feels awful about what happened to Elured and Elurin at Doriath).

They both realize at the exact same time that Elwing and Earendil Might Want Their Kids Back and Might Be Willing to Do A Lot to get them back, and so Elrond and Elros would be excellent hostages who could potentially be ransomed for a Silmaril.

So Elrond and Elros are very much hostages at this point. Mae and Mags do not really interact with them at all (save for Mags poking around in their minds to try and get some information out of them. Which Mae disapproves of but doesn't care enough about to stop him. He's in a bad way rn. Like his last other baby brother save Mags just died and he himself just participated in a massacre and he doesn't feel particularly good about it. They didn't even get a Silmaril and their own forces are fragmented post Sirion. My boy is barely keeping things together. They're together with duct tape and string at this point).

The twins are carted along the road back to Amon Ereb but kept under too heavy guard for them to be able to escape.

Also absolutely nobody in camp understands how to look after Peredhil. The twins do not get enough food to start with and they probably get sick from the elements, and this does go unnoticed for a WHILE.

They get back to Amon Ereb and are promptly put in a horrible little white room with a lock on the door. Again, Mae and Mags are not much interested with interacting with them at this point. Mags is a bit more interested but that's mostly because the twins remind him of Ambarussa and he's also emotionally unstable.

Mae sends ransom demands to Elwing, Earendil, and Gil-Galad, and they wait.

The twins are still hungry and sick, and convinced that they're gonna die. Also Mags keeps interacting with them and it's scary.

(They do get a window because keeping elves or elf adjacent beings away from view of the stars is unthinkably cruel, even for Mae and Mags. But they also still continue to be pretty neglected, and there is really nothing to do in that room. Elrond goes pretty catatonic at this point and Elros starts trying to tear holes through the drywall).

At some point it occurs to Mags and Mae that the twins are in poor condition and that's not really good when it comes to trying to ransom them.

They don't really know what to do though and so they consult some humans in their service, who are understandably like "uhhhhhhhhh they need more food and some medicine probably boss. Also it's kind of cold for them actually like sure it's fine for an elf but these are actual half-human babies).

Cue the twins finally getting some basic help. I have a vague idea that they bond with a human nurse that's sent in to look after them because Mae and Mags just cannot be bothered to Think About It.

Mae especially is pointedly staying away because it's too painful to be around the twins because a) they remind him of his brothers and b) they remind him of everything awful he's ever done and he can't handle that guilt.

Things continue to be Bad For A While.

Also I forgot to mention that Elrond and Elros have a poor grasp of Quenya at best, and so they really don't understand anything being said around them. They're picking it up fast though. Especially Elrond.

Finally a rejection of the ransom demands comes back.

What the fuck.

Mae absolutely goes into a rage over this because he literally does not know what else he can do. Because apparently Earendil and Elwing are on a boat somewhere with his father's Silmaril.

"What are we doing with the twins?"

Elrond and Elros are more convinced than ever that they're gonna get killed.

It's agreed that the twins should be dropped off somewhere to be found by Gil-Galad, and that trip begins. They likely send a letter to Gil-Galad announcing that they're returning the twins.

Gil-Galad has absolutely no reason to believe that the twins are alive and smells a trap. He does not come to pick up the twins.

Mae and Mags do watch (or have someone else watch) from a distance to make sure the twins are collected. The twins are not collected. The day wanes on into night. It gets really cold. The twins start bawling because they really think they're going to die now.

Mae really can't bear that and also at this point he's mad at everyone and everything.

They recollect the twins and decide that they're just going to have to look after them now until they're old enough to go back to Gil on their own.

Cue a very long tiptoe process of Mags getting attached to the twins and Mae refusing to (he's actually a big softie though so eventually he does).

I have way more ideas about later stages but this is already getting ridiculously long, sorry.

TLDR: (but I can elaborate more if people want me to): Mae and Mags finally start to get a grasp on Peredhil needs but wow is the damage done.

Elrond and Elros are veeeery slow to trust.

Super codependant relationship forms, with Elrond especially terrified of being left again because Mae and Mags are the only people who seem to want them now. Elrond starts emotionally regulating Mae and Mags just as much (if not more) than he used to for Elwing.

Mae and Mags get very attached to the twins and use them to cling to the last remnants of their personhood. This is not a good thing.

There's obviously more here I've thought this out very thoroughly.

Love grew between them but it was fucked from the start, essentially.

Also um something something the twins losing their Sindarin and not being raised in their Sindarin culture and essentially getting unintentionally completely colonized by Mae and Mags :/ icky and unavoidable.

#elrond #elros #maedhros #maglor #kidnap fam #do I think they loved each other? yeah #do I think they had a healthy relationship between the four of them? absolutely not #do I think that it permanently messed up Elrond and Elros? Yeah. #they carry that trauma the rest of their lives in subtle and not so subtle ways #Elrond does not fully regain fluent Sindarin until the second age #and his accent is permanently altered

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Roommate: Too Hot 🔥 (chapter 4)

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x Reader (Characters are not minors. They are college students who are at least 18.)

Summary: Things get a little bit heated.

Warnings: 18+ themes, swearing,sexual themes (SMUT), nsfw

Other Chapters: Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 5

Song Recommendation: I Want Her - Blind Truth (feat Georgia Harris)

Hazel pulled from you and you stood there frozen when she did. Her smile was radiant and contagious. You both stared into each others eyes for a minute.

When you see her getting close again, you put your arms around her neck pulling her closer.

She put her hands on your waist.

"Do you. maybe. want to. go to. the.-" you asked between the kisses.

"Yes." She pulled your hand as she was walking to her room and pulling you with her. You both got in the room, she still didn't let go of your hand. You were facing back of her head when she closed her room's door. Her shoulders were rising and falling before she turned to face you. There was something new in her eyes. It reminded you of the Hazel from the sex dream. Her pupils almost covered her blue irises and somehow got darker and darker but the twinkle in them was the brightest thing you had ever seen. She had a smile on her face and her breathing was ragged. It was better than the dream. I mean she hasn't said "It's all yours." but you know.

It was perfect cause It was happening.

It was perfect because It was happening with Hazel.

Before you know what you were doing, you pressed her back against the door, put your one hand at the back of her head, your other hand on her back, to prevent any hurt. The door made a sound but not so loud to wake the other two in the house.

"Fuck, Y/N." corner of her lip went upwards. You knew she wasn't expecting this. You were kissing again and this time it was filled more with eagerness and lust like you both had to have each other there right there right know. Her hands were groping your breasts and you were touching and squeezing her arms, wanting to feel those muscles and veins for so fucking long.

You were both out of breath and still couldn't have enough of each other. She was kissing your jaw then she went straight for your neck hungrily. Your breaths were getting shorter and you knew your face was already red. You put your hand at the back of her shaggy, messy hair which was perfect and you liked it just the way it is. She licked, sucked and owned your neck like a hungry vampire. You tried to look down to see her. She was licking your collarbone and she grazed her teeth there for a while before she turned her hungry eyes right into yours. You never saw her like this but you liked it very much.

She was asking for persmission to mark you.

Who were you to say no?

You tilted your head to give her better access.

You moaned quietly to the sweet pain she offered. She was sucking and licking the newly forming hickey to soothe it.

You felt her hands right above your hips getting under your shirt. You shivered when her cold rings touched your warm back. She was kissing above your chest. You needed to taste her too. She smelled like baby powder and honeysuckle. You licked behind her ear and you heard her grinning. You started to suck her earlobe. It was so fucking soft. You bit it slowly and and you heard her gasp. You could feel yourself getting wet.

You started sucking the soft spot behind her earlobe and you started grazing your teeth there, repeating what she did. You held onto her neck tighter with your both hands. You heard her chuckling. She caressed your hair and said "Go ahead sweetheart." and you gave her a pretty purple spot.

She moaned so pretty that you wanted to make it your ringtone.

"Ha…zel" your wet lips brushed against her neck and stopped on the middle of her chest. You stared at her with needy eyes.

"Please. Can I lick them?" you said with puppy eyes.

Her breathing was getting shorter and shorter by minute.

"Baby they're all yours." she said quickly with a raspy voice and gulped.

Your eyes got darker and you smiled mischieviously while you were getting rid of her clothes like a kid opening their Christmas present. She was wearing a dark green sports bra. You saw that one before, dark green became your third favourite color. Your first favourite was, her blue eyes. Second favourite was the pink shade of her pretty lips.

You got rid of the sports bra with one hand and threw it onto the floor. You looked at her breasts.

You took them with both of your hands, felt the soft and warm skin. Your mind was getting dirtier by minute to the thought of what could be done with them. You licked your lips and gulped. You could feel her breath on your forehead.

"Hazel. How can you hide them?" you asked without actually waiting for a response. They were perfect.

"I-" she moaned and it was pornografic as you took one of them in your mouth and started swirling your tounge, your other hand groping the other nipple.

"They need. so much. attention. poor babies." you told her between your sucking and licking.

She started squirming, wiggling her hips. You knew she was getting eager.

"So. so good. Feels -" she moaned again with her head tilted back.

You switched to the other boob to suck and she you felt her petting your head which made you wetter.

You moaned quietly together. PJ and Josie were sleeping.

You hoped...

You whined and she moaned again when you gave her an another hickey on her left boob witout asking for permission this time. After all she said they're all yours. You felt her tugging your hair and you moaned again.

You kissed her tummy as she rubbed your back. Your hand started traveling down her pants.

"Y/N?"

"Hm"

"Wanna touch you too."

"Okay but…"

You opened her pants to reveal her black boxer and slided your hand to feel her soaking.

She was soaking.

"You seem very needy here, angel." You looked up to her and met her eyes.

You started to draw circles on her clit while she still had the boxer on.

You kissed her thigh without breaking eye contact.

"Fuck."

"Hazel, let me go down on you first. I mean…If you want that too." your eyes stared at her filled with lust, half closed.

She sighed with a smile and her hands held the sides of your neck.

"How can I say no to that?"

She layed down on her bed and you helped her pulling her boxers down and threw it to the floor.

She was totally naked. Except her chain.

"You're so fucking pretty, you know that, Haze?"

She whimpered at your words and how your finger felt on her clit.

It was needy, wet and ready for you.

You pushed your middle finger inside and she made a relieving sound. Your finger was still inside when your face met with her enterance and you licked it all the way before you start sucking it. You sucked and licked until you took your finger out and you started to swirl your tounge inside of her.

You felt her hand on your head again and she tugged it real hard which made you gasped.

You left her pussy for a second which resulted in an adorable whine from her.

You put your hands under her legs and pulled her quickly to meet her pussy again more intimately. You licked and sucked until you made your tounge like a straight line and start fucking her with your it. You felt her clench against your tounge. You grunted as your eyes fell backwards.

You pushed your head and tounge as much as you can and you heard Hazel's angelic moans again. You saw her toes curling with the corner of your eye.

"Quiet angel."

"B-baby, I-I think I'm-"

"Come for me, Haze. Come on my mouth!" you whisper-shouted.

She came when you told her and she was so fucking sweet and you devoured every last of her precious cum.

You gave small kisses on her clit before grinning. You were kinda pussy drunk. A silly one.

Who couldn't be?

Hazel smiled sheepishly as you layed down next to her.

Suddenly she got on top of you and stared into your soul.

"Hazel you must be tired and It's l-" she started kissing you hungrily. She took your hands and positioned them at the top of your head and hold them with one hand. You saw the veins popping on her arms and you felt dizzier than before.

You catched her chain with your teeth and looked into her eyes. She smirked at you.

"Let it go, hun. Can't fuck you like that, can I ?"

You felt your cheeks burn as you did as your told and she held your chin as she started to go down on your body starting from your neck. She got your clothes off so quick you didn't even comprehend what was happening. You felt her rings on your breasts.

You shivered at the contact.

She looked at you worriedly. "Should I take them off?"

"No!"

'Fuck. It was a bit loud.' you thought to yourself.

She smiled how quick you answered. "I knew you liked them."

You averted your gaze and blushed immediately. "How come?"

"Well, you look at them from time to time and I catch you looking at them from … time to time." she whispered as she took one of your nipple in her mouth and started sucking.

"Haazel…Fuck." You moaned. You felt shameful about being so obvious about checking her fingers. She played with your other nipple. She twisted and squeezed and you started squirming.

You felt cold when she stopped being busy with your breast. You groaned. She let go of your arms and positioned herself so that she can finger you as she likes. she put one finger and then added the second one and the third. "Hazel!" you closed your mouth to prevent any loud noises to wake PJ and Josie.

"Shh…" she put her other hand on your mouth. "Gotta be quiet, hun. Can't wake those two. They won't leave us alone to do anything." she whispered.

"Mmhm." you tried to confim.

"Fuck... You take my fingers so well, baby." she whispered.

Sound of your wetness filled the room then Hazel pulled her finger and positioned herself on you again. She leaned down on you and her pussy's lips meet yours. Both of your vaginas rubbing each other was wet, warm and intense.

You moaned together quietly again and again and again.

You felt something in your stomatch. "H-Haze I'm gonna-" you mumbled quietly.

"Come with me, Y/N." she whispered quickly.

You both came at the same time with a relieving moan.

She got off on you only to get closer to your vagina. She put two fingers inside, taking your juices. She made eye contact with you as she put them inside her mouth and sucked them clean.

Hazel fucked you.

You fucked Hazel.

It was fucking real.

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #bottoms hazel #bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 #ruby cruz #hazel callahan fanfiction #hazel callahan smut #hazel callahan x you #lgbtq fanfiction #sapphic fanfic

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A/N: Apparently, there's been a lot of soft!Raphael lately. Allow me to rectify that. Ascended Fiend!Raphael and Haarlep hunt you in the dark. Hiding sin under the gif.

Fiend!R x GN!Reader, H x GN!Reader: Full Dark, No Stars 18 +

The world is absolute blackness. 

Not grayscale, not outlines, just shadow, magically dense. You hold your hand in front of your face; the heat is there, your other senses struggling to compensate for the sudden lack of vision, but everything else is gone. You're left to swallow, arms held before you, fumbling in the dark. 

Something shifts on your right. Only one footstep, as if they want you to hear. Infernal heat registers at your back, hands carding over your hips. Then it's gone. You're left rounding on nothing, breathing hard. 

Time lost so much of its meaning in the dark. You could have been minutes or hours. You know that your feet are sore. There's a dull ache in your feet from padding across the flagstones, an ache in your right arm after Haarlep wrenched you too harshly to the side. And the burn everywhere else from Raphael's insistent touch. 

They're hunting you. 

You shiver, scanning the blackness as if it will help. Both devils are unnaturally quiet. The ascended fiend's prodigious size does not slow it down. It moves with liquid grace, sinuous, on all fours rather than its typical upright posture. The sight makes something clench in your belly, fear finding its mate in arousal. It's Raphael stripped down to his basest essence, feral, infernal, and hungering. 

"Tsk-tsk, little mouse," Haarlep calls. They're somewhere on your left, closer than you'd expect. Something passes in front of you, and you stumble. A hand fists in your hair, yanking to keep you upright. Pain blossoms across your scalp, muted when they tip your head back. You open your mouth to respond, and the fiend takes full advantage, tongue pushing into your mouth. They nip your chin, chuckling, and then push you away. "You're slow, far too slow for a mouse. I'm disappointed." 

You keep very silent, very still, trying to orient yourself. 

Haarleep behind you, tail curling around your thigh. The tip strokes between your legs, pressing, prodding. Their voice dips to little more than a growl. "But, ah, I suppose you have other problems? And sweet Haarlep is the least of them." They jerk you back against their chest, arms a vice across your torso. Haarlep's nose tweaks against your cheek, the caress gentle. It contrasts the rasp of their voice, the erection digging insistently against your ass. "I am not in the habit of being ignored, pet. Just this once…I shall permit it." He groans, rutting against you. "Alas, our time is short. The Master comes. And he is so…" licking your cheek, licking into your mouth again. The sweetness of their saliva overcomes your better senses. "...hungry."

You feel Raphael's heat, a portent of things to come. He could be anywhere in the dark, but he's near, crouched low. You imagine him slinking through the darkness, tail cutting slow arches through the air, claws digging at the stone. 

Haarlep hums, giving you a playful pat on the stomach. "Be good for him, yes? He's waited so patiently. And we both know…the fiend has so little patience."

Their weight is gone again. You take three steps forward; the heat steadily mounts. Raphael howls in the dark. Close, how the hells can he be so close? You haven't heard a damn thing. 

And then there's teeth at your shoulder. Hot breath on your neck. A long tongue teasing the column of your throat. You inhale a stuttering breath, careful to stay very still. The fiend growls, pleased with itself as it scents the air. His senses are much sharper. Raphael hears the thundering of blood in your veins, your heartbeat. Smells your arousal. 

You muster up whatever courage you have left to run. 

You don't make it far. Not even a step. Raphael shrieks, the sound higher than you would have expected, clearly delighted. A hand curls around your midsection, stopping you cold. The claws bite against your skin but don't cut. Even in this form, he knows not to break you. He'll only bend. You squirm as it drags you nearer, bracketing you as it lays you on the cold stone. Its tongue is back on your skin, dragging down your stomach to your sex. 

It borders on too hot, but the wet heat and the pressure are too good to ignore. Raphael laps at you, tip prodding at your hole, pressing, pressure, until it can finally push inside. You're left to pant, thrashing under the weight of its hand as it settles over your chest, caging you.

The hunt is over. Raphael intends to feast.

#bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x reader #haarlep #haarlep x reader #bg3 smut #my writing #LET THE SCALES BE BALANCED #ascended fiend raphael #bg3 fanfiction

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⋆ EARLY MORNING CONFESSIONS · nrk

synopsis · mornings with you are riki's favourite ( 0.88k )

genre · established relationship, saur much fluff

notes · for my lovely @homelycat bff thank you for tolerating me & also enabling the inner hee stan ☝️☹️ u r so sweet i love u thank you for blessing enhablr with your fics i swear if you're missing on ten's works you are missing out on everything !!! go read her works or idk sleep with one eye open :/

riki loves to watch you sleep.

it's nothing new. you've been living together for a little over a year now, his mornings begin with you sleeping by his side most of the time, but riki doesn't look like he has moved on from the way you look when you're sleeping.

he thinks you look funny— ugly, maybe not ugly, but definitely funny. you look like such a mess, make weird faces, leave trails of incoherent words that wake him up in the middle of the night. your limbs are all over the bed and most of the time, they're above him, as if he's your bed or something. you never wake up the way you go to sleep, always ending up on his side of the bed, pushing him to the edge while wrapping your arms around him as if you're holding him from falling down, like you're not the reason why he's in that position in the first place. you end up taking the whole comforter and it got to the point where riki suggested using two different comforters for the sake of both of you, but it didn't help either, since you would leave yours and slide into his every single night.

but he doesn't complain, not at all. he doesn't mind if you steal his comforter and he has to sleep without one every night. it's fine if he falls down from bed once a few days, or if he wakes up with neck or back pain thanks to your habit of having your hands and legs all over him. riki doesn't have any complaints because he thinks it's a blessing to wake up every night and look at your beautiful face.

he thinks you're the prettiest while sleeping because you don't seem to care about the way you have to present yourself to people, even if it's just him and you in the room. you smile while sleeping, or frown, make some sort of angry face, etcetera etcetera; riki thinks it's adorable, because those are the moments when he realises he's in love with you.  

"you could've woken me up," and sometimes, he's too busy falling in love with you, he doesn't realise you've woken up already.

"thought i'd let you sleep a little more," he speaks just above the comforting silence enveloping the two of you, trying to maintain the decorum, matching the intensity of his voice with yours while caressing your cheeks. "you're making me want to sleep again,"

"well, y—" he slips in next to you, making you shift involuntarily to make space for him. his hands are a little cold, sending bits of shivers down your spine as he wraps them around your waist, letting his fingertips trace random patterns on the bare skin under your sweatshirt. "i'd love to sleep more but, we need to make breakfast,"

"what's so good about breakfast at seven on a winter morning?" he whispers against the crook of your neck.

you chortle at the contact, "maybe that it can help me with my hunger?"

"if we sleep, we won't be hungry anymore," riki pulls back, allowing his eyes to admire your face while you take your time presuming the words behind his love sick eyes. "can i tell you something?"

"go on,"

"i think i'm in love with you,"

your lips curl into a smile, "you tell me that every day," or more so, multiple times, every day. it's more of a reminder so that you don't forget he loves you, and that he loves you more than anything else in this world, as if you're ever going to forget it.

"no i mean, i'm in love with you right now, at the moment, while we're lying next to each other; like, i'm falling in love with you right now and—" a pause, as if he's trying to build up suspense or create the atmosphere. it's simply a riki thing to do, he wants everything about you to be special. "— and, i don't think i can ever stop falling in love with you,"

it's magical how every single word that falls off his lips manages to flutter your heart. his smile never fails to fluster you even though you've been dating for three years now. riki has you going crazy and also keeps you sane. it's difficult, but you're somewhere in between. he has you head over heels for himself, making you fall for him every morning that you wake up. he's keeping you afloat but is also the reason why you're drowning. he is like a pool of contradictions in your life and you can't help it because every part of him makes you feel alive.

that is the effect riki has on you. so, you cup his cheeks, hoping that you have the same, if not more, effect on him as well. "i don't think i can ever stop falling in love with you either,"

#—approved. #k lables #enhypen imagines #riki smau #enhypen scenarios #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen reactions #riki imagines #ni-ki imagines #riki x reader #riki x you #riki scenarios #riki reactions #riki fanfic #ni-ki fanfic #enhypen fanfic #enhypen au #enhypen x reader #ni-ki au #riki fluff

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Round 3, Match 31: Sojiro Sakura vs. Kurogane and Fai D’Flourite

Submitted kids:

Sojiro Sakura: Futaba Sakura, Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya, and the rest of the phantom thieves tbh

Kurogane and Fai D’Flourite: Sakura, Syaoran, Tomoyo, Chun'yan, a bunch of one off characters, Sakura and Syaoran a second time (it makes sense in context)

Propaganda under the cut!

Sojiro Sakura:

1. “He's the Hierophant confidant which is already the dad arcana. He has one legitimately adopted daughter (Futaba) and then the moment he hears about a troubled teenager from a customer at his Café he's like "guess I have to take this guy in. Ugh what a pain. Of course I'm doing it." And then when said troubled teenager brings his loud friends over and then his artist friend who doesn't eat a lot and his polite nerd friend and his very polite socialite friend and his murderous bestie Sojiro acts like they're all pests and pretends they don't see him insisting on feeding them all and making them all coffee to taste and stocking up on soft drinks for the one who doesn't like coffee and refusing payment and setting them up with a campervan for their crime road trip and generally being a dad. "This is such a hassle" he says as a token protest as he packs them lunch boxes and threatens cops on their behalf”

2. “He was so cold to the mc in the beginning but really warmed up to him and even protected him from the police and the rest of the team”

3. “Futaba is his best friend's daughter, who he adopted after her mother was murdered by a government conspiracy. Akiren is a random kid who he agreed to take in after he was put on probation, who he lets live in the attic of his cafe. His entire character arc is learning to be a better dad to these wayward troubled children, and in the end, he actually cries when Akiren has to leave to go back to his parents.”

Kurogane and Fai D’Flourite:

1. “These fuckers can't help themself they're just 2 married husbands that adopt every child they see. kurogane starts out a power hungry ninja who gets sent away for killing too much and he drops that shit so quick the moment there is a child. He just starts watching out for the two kids in their group and being homoerotic with Fai. meanwhile Fai joins the group with a very specific agenda that's been like, his entire reason to live for centuries and he ends up deciding to give up on that to save his kids. he literally lets his eye get ripped out in an attempt to get syaoran back. like 90% of their conversations and bonding is about the kids and their wellbeing and both of them calling out the other for being cringe fail and accidentally adopting them while frantically denying they've done the same (then turning around and putting their coat around Sakura or Syaoran because they are getting cold). theyre just slow burn found familynur honour”

2. “#these two did not go through literal hell and back for each other and their found family to lose #traumatised magician/samurai soulmates sweep. please. #Kurogane and Shanks both lost an arm protecting someone in their found family”

3. “#i would say it actually doesn't make all that much sense in context but.”

#sojiro sakura #kurogane #fai d flourite #persona #tsubasa chronicle #persona 5 #p5 #tsubasa reservoir chronicle #the hierophant #kurofai #serial adopters bracket #round 3 #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament #mod note: tell me why I had beneath the mask come on as I’m setting this one up???

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

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fill in the blanks by mindshelter

"You?” Tim blurts. Holy shit. “You’re Kon?”

A nod. “Are you in any pain?” he asks again.

Kon’s skin is sun-kissed, cheekbones dusted with a fine smattering of freckles; he is, without exaggeration, the prettiest person Tim has ever seen. “No, I’m—great,” he says, fidgeting. “Do you, uh, come here often?”

Kon raises a brow. “To the medbay?” he intones. “Definitely more often than I’d prefer."

Fault Line by sElkieNight60 (+ podfic)

Part 1 of Tectonics

"You’re invulnerable…” he whispers, but it’s clear that fact falters in his mind.

Confusion writes its way into the lines on Conner’s face and Clark takes a step back as though physically pushed.

“You’re not invulnerable.”

It is a statement, dull like stone.

“N-no, sir.”

— 🦸 —

OR: Conner's not as invincible as Clark thought. Suddenly, he's a lot more human.

Danny Phantom x DC

The Business of Family by Spaced_Ace

Jazz remembered the way their parents loomed in the living room as they’d laid out that verdict. Ever-present weapons gleaming, standing in such a way that they blocked access to both the front and back entrances. Their eyes had been what struck her the most of that horrible tableau. What made her stomach fill with jagged stones and drenched her back in a frigid sweat. The way they looked at her little brother, their gazes cold and hollow and -

Hungry.

(Things are not well in Amity Park.

With the GIW getting more and more aggressive and their parents becoming ever more suspicious of Danny each day that passes, Jazz knows that they're running out of time. It's not safe, and their options are painfully limited. Out of sheer dumb luck or a little intervention from Clockwork, she manages to discover a distant relative that just might be their salvation.

If asked Oswald Cobblepot would say that it's just good business. Adopting a few kids had done wonders for Bruce Wayne's reputation, why not his? It's not like he can't afford to put them somewhere out of the way if they get to be a problem. It's just business. Nothing more.

(His soft heart says otherwise))

The Witcher

Words of Love by ForestWren

"I should warn you,” Jaskier said between kisses in the soft darkness of the shed, “That I know some… very interesting people. You may want to avoid meeting them.”

“I’ve dealt with the Redenian court for decades. Your friends can’t be worse than that.”

Five times Radovid meets Jaskier's friends and family, plus one time they are alone.

Star Wars x The Mandalorian

Master Skywalker: The Absolute Worst by PrinceJakeFireCake

"Din got to his feet. He patted Boba on the shoulder affectionately.

“You should watch the recording of Skywalker fighting the death troopers,” he said, then pressed a kiss to Boba’s cheek and told Grogu to stop eating his blocks.

Boba watched the recording. He was pretty sure he would never be the same again. He was positive that he never wanted to meet Skywalker ever again.”

Boba Fett falls for Luke Skywalker. It isn’t the funnest thing he’s ever done.

Original Works

Call Me Menace by wingedcat13

You, Synovus, are a respectably terrifying supervillain. Your main rivals, a pair of superheroes named Legionnaire and Athena, are actually respectable as heroes. You hate having to stoop to kidnapping their child - but you hate more what the kid's behavior implies.

if it don't hurt now (just wait a while) by quandaries_and_contradictions

Part 27 of mage in a wolf pack

When the hunters first take him, Jaime knows everything will be okay.

He’s scared, of course. He wants his mom and dad and little sister. But he knows it’s going to be okay — because the wolves who protect his town will come for him. Lada’s mother and father and papa won’t let the hunters get away with this. All he has to do is hold on until they get here.

Months later, he's not so sure.

Stranger Things

No One Rides For Free by weird_witchcraft

"Are you okay Harrington?” Eddie asks gently, “Need me to get anyone?”

“No one to get,” replies Steve, so soft Eddie barely catches it. “You think I want anyone seeing me like this?”

Eddie Munson stumbles across Steve Harrington crying next to a bush at Tina's party and makes it his mission to cheer him up.

Clone Wars

mirci't be uja by ihathbenobiwankenobied for whitchry9

Obi-Wan is usually good at keeping track of his blood sugar levels–because he has to be–but this time, it’s out of his control.

(Or, a diabetic Obi-Wan is thrown for a loop after crashing on an unknown planet. Stim does his best to keep his General alive)

#hopefully this makes your monday a bit better #weekly fic round up #my posts #sw recs #original works recs #stranger things recs #dc recs #dp recs #witcher recs #fic recs

[neoarchipelago]

Madripoor High (Part 5)

A/N: I'm actually enjoying writing this so FUCKING MUCH.

Warnings: Adult content, just to be safe.

Noisy. Loud. God. The bed felt nice. You opened your eyes, submitting yourself to a torturous light of day. Shit. You stretched out, feeling a slight ping of pain on your neck. You frowned, your hand slowly meeting the skin. Shit. 

You rose to your feet, obviously you were alone. You walked to the bathroom looking at your neck in the mirror. Tiny bruises. It was ok. Nothing blue or bad. They looked more like hickeys. You sighed. Could be covered by make up. 

"Y/N?" 

You slightly jumped. Shit. 

"Coming!" You called, fuck… your voice was hoarse.  

You grabbed the robe, putting it on, making sure the collar fit around your neck. Taking a last glance in the mirror you stopped out, smiling up at Soap. 

"You up already?" He smiled. 

"Well y'all are making an awful lot of noise." You teased. 

"Sorry about that. Price is making a little briefing, they're leaving early, What happened to your voice?" he said. 

"Oh… screaming yesterday and I probably caught a cold with Valeria's poor choice of clothing." 

"Come on!" He said, nodding his way towards the living room. 

Shit. You sighed but followed anyone. You walked into view. Eyes glancing around the room as everyone sat or stood around the small coffee table. You glanced at the lieutenant, his eyes barely gazing at you for a second before looking away. Welp. This was going to be awkward. 

"You cold?" Valeria asked. 

"Yes." You said. 

She squinted her eyes, tilting her head with a nasty smirk. You simply rolled your eyes. You sat down near Soap while you listened to Price. You weren't exactly paying attention. You wanted to go back to bed. You mostly got that everyone was going back to base, that they were haunting down some higher ups and that it was your task to find out who 'snake' was and their link to Echo. You nodded. 

"You'll be driving back with Soap, Tracker." Price said, smiling at you. 

"Oh, I lost my babysitter?" You teased looking at Soap. 

"Sad that I'm your new babysitter?" He teased back. 

"Absolutely not. You and I are going to have so much fun…" you answered with a mischievous tone and smile. He visibly swallowed. 

"Oh can I be babysat too?" Valeria asked. 

"You already got a babysitter!" You mocked, leaning back on the couch, throwing your head back to look at her. 

"Oh… what's that on your neck?" She teased. 

Your blood ran cold as you straightened yourself. 

"Are those hickeys?" She teased again, stepping closer to the couch.

"Nope. Bruises." If you said the truth. She'd take it as you masking 'her truth' which, you knew, was the only truth to her. 

"You fucking with me! Those are hickeys!" She teased as you stood under the curious gaze of the team. "Is it the lieutenant?!" She yelled as you walked back into the room.

"Absolutely, fucked all night!" You answered sarcastically at her before disappearing out of view.  

"Come on! Tell me the truth!" She scolded. 

You took a deep breath. Shit. SHIT. You shook your, deciding to immediately head to the shower, get dressed and hide those marks. Your stomach grumbled. Also you were hungry.

 

Forty five minutes later, you walked out of the elevator, walking to a conference room you had requested so everyone would eat together, away from civilians. Soap was happily walking next to you. You didn't mind spending time with him. His usual cheery self made you relax and actually enjoy the time you spent on this mission. He opened the door for you as you faked a reverence to him before you both walked in. Price asked you to sit next to him as he sat at one hand of the table, the lieutenant on his other side, in front of you. 

You sat down, Soap walking to the rest of the team to indulge himself in chatter and jokes. You smiled at them before serving yourself some tea and some little things to munch on. 

"The marks are gone." You heard. 

You rolled your eyes. 

"Surprising, isn't it?" You answered sarcastically. 

Price remained silent, a little smile on his face. He knew. Of course he did. You sighed, looking at Simon. 

"I'm completely fine." You said, honestly. 

He looked away, rolling his shoulders uncomfortably. 

"Are you sur-" price started. 

"I am. Fine." You said again. He sighed. 

You and Simon turned back to your plates. Price, him, decided to simply stare at the both of you, pressuring you to say something. You pretend to ignore him. Simon doing the same thing. 

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" He asked. You faked confusion. 

"Nothing happened." You answered, looking up at him before turning to Simon. He looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face. 

"Lieutenant ?" Price asked. 

"Nothing happened Sir." He repeated. 

Price sighed, dropping the subject. He simply nodded, turning to his breakfast. You tried to do the same, sometimes sharing glances with Simon, without ever saying a word. 

Breakfast passed by in a flash. You found yourself in a car, Soap on the driver's seat as the rest of the team stood outside, their own cars parked next to you. There was a little chatting. Valeria trying to convince Alejandro to let her drive with you and Soap. 

"No." He said. 

"Cabron." She spat. 

You chuckled, sharing an amused glance with Soap. Twenty minutes later, everyone had hopped into a car, driving back to the base, two hours away. Driving with Soap was much calmer, life threateningly speaking, because unlike the Lieutenant, he loved to talk or sing. It made you smile, unfortunately, your mind replayed again and again last night's events. 

"Hey, you good?" He asked, making you snap out of your thoughts. 

"Hm? Yeah. Just… annoyed. This is quite a stressful contract." It wasn't entirely false, but it wasn't the current truth. 

"Are you scared to fail?" He asked. 

"No." You chuckled. "I'll find Echo. No one can hide eternally. Just… been heavy on me. I've been accumulating contracts without breaks recently." You said, now fully spilling your truth. He seemed to think for a minute before turning to you as he stopped at a red light. 

"How about… we don't go to base immediately?" He proposed. 

"What?" You frowned, smirking. 

"Yeah. Let's go do something you want first." He said again. 

"You want to go with me, do something?" You asked, raising your eyebrows as he started driving again. "Aren't you my babysitter?" 

"Come on… we're in this together. I trust you. Believe it or not. You don't need a babysitter, you are my frien-... colleague" he said with a smile. 

You felt a ping in your heart. This had been happening quite often with this team, something unusual to your usual contracts. Friends. The thought of being friends with Soap, Gaz, Alejandro… Simon. It made you… happy. 

"Thank you…" you said. "I'd be… honored, to be counted as your friend." You answered honestly. His smile grew wider. 

"Come on! Let's go do something!" He pressed. 

"Fine!" You chuckled. "Let's go shopping together. We'll get snacks and I'll buy some gifts?" You inquired. 

"Oh, you want to be a sugar Mommy?" He teased. 

"Well, I can literally afford to be anyone. And, I'm sure you want to be my Good boy…" you teased back. 

"Ooohhhh" he answered back, as you laughed. "I'm totally going to accept that. I have a rich friend now." 

"Are you using me for my money?" You teased. 

"No!" He almost looked offended. "Please don't think that." He said, throwing glances at you. 

You smiled. "I believe you don't worry. I like to buy things for my friends. One of my love languages is offering gifts." You answered. He seemed relieved. 

"Shopping then?" He asked. 

"Shopping."

Two hours. The time that was supposed to be spent driving back to base, was spent walking around the mall. Clothes, electronics, coffees and snacks. You had spent the time laughing and joking, Soap actually enjoying trying out things and giving you a show, giving you his opinion on things you wanted to buy. He actually felt bad when he saw you buy a new laptop for him, eyes widening and stuttering. You had reassured him that your Black card could easily take it and that it would make you, so, so happy to treat him.  

He almost had tears in his eyes and it warmed your heart to see him so happy. You had enjoyed every second of it, walking back to his car, arms full of bags, little treats for the rest of the team and a bubble tea for each of you. He dropped the bags in the trunks as his phone rang. His face dropped as you stood by, listening. The voice on the other end of the line was loud enough for you to hear the lieutenant loudly asking him 'where the fuck he was'. You sighed, crossing your arms. 

Soap apologized, saying you'd be there as soon as possible. What made you frown was the next information. The general was angry at him. Sanctions, rank… you frowned.

"What's this general's name?" You asked Soap. 

"Hum… Y/N is asking for… the general's name…" Soap said to the phone. "General Richard Hopkins…" 

You smiled nodding at him. Soap hung up, sighing. 

"I'm sorry…" you told him. 

"Nah. This ain't your fault. I offered, remember?" He said with a soft smile. He pat your head before you both sat in the car, heading to base. 

An hour into the drive back, Soap stopped to put some gas. You had happily spent your anger towards anyone hurting your new friend into searching all about Hopkins. You knew everything, up to his latest dentist's appointment to his family members social security numbers. You walked out of his car, waiting for him to put gas before he walked inside to pay. You stood, leaning against his car before you dialed the number on your screen. It rang, once, twice before someone picked up. 

"...hello?" The voice asked unsure. 

"General Hopkins!" You greeted cheerfully. 

"Who's this? How did you get my personal number?" 

"Oh, my bad. My name is Tracker." You introduced yourself. 

"Of course. I shouldn't be surprised. This is what happens when you trade with a terrorist." 

"Ohhh terrorist? That's a bit much." You answered offended. 

"You are having fun, making trouble for my Sergeants?" He spat. 

"That is exactly what I'm calling you for. I had a little shopping need and your sergeant was a sweetheart and helped me. Therefore I do not accept any sanction towards him." You said, earning a dark chuckle from the man. 

"You do not get a say in this." He answered proudly. You took a deep breath. 

"Who's Charlotte?" You asked, the line falling deeply empty. "Why are you sending her dick pics while your wife is in another conversation sending you your son's first steps?" You kept asking. 

"You little-" 

"Isn't there a moral clause in the military? Can't you lose your rank? You'll obviously lose your wife and kids but, losing your rank? The whole base's respect? Also, you're way too old to be acting like a teenage boy in rut." You asked, feeling that familiar feeling of power and giddiness from shutting up men who thought they could control everything.

"You had that information illegally." 

"Of course I did. I do not agree that I'm a terrorist but damn am I a criminal. And a good one at that. An anonymous email with enough proof will do." You chuckled. You watched as Soap stepped out of the gas station. "The Sergeant will have no sanction. He will arrive on base and you will thank him for being such an amazing team player and making me feel comfortable with the team." You said, watching Soap start walking towards you. 

"Do you think I'm going to let you threaten me?!" 

"No. But I think you know that I'll have no problem ruining your fucking life. That whatever you try, whatever you'll think of, you already know, I will ruin your family, your career, your reputation. In a blink of an eye." You finally said. Soap was getting to close for comfort for you to remain on the phone for this conversation. "I'll see you later. Richard." 

You hung up, Soap sending you a questioning gaze. Hopefully he didn't hear anything. You smiled before asking him if you could go. He agreed before you hopped back in the car.

 

The last hour, you could see, even through Soap's facade, the anxiety peaking. You smiled at him, trying to reassure him. Unfortunately, when you entered the base and when he finally reached the parking of the barracks, he flinched at the sight of Price and Ghost standing, waiting, arms crossed. 

"Shit." Soap cursed. 

"Breathe. You're fine." You said, not an ounce of doubt in your voice. 

You both stepped out, slowly walking to the two men. 

"Sergeant." Price started. "Could you explain?" 

"I wanted to go shopping." You answered before the Mohawk boy could. "He kindly agreed to take me. Such an amazing man." You said with a smile. 

"Do you understand how much trouble he is in?" Ghost hissed. "He had orders-" 

"Taking back the mean criminal terrorist to base?!" You snapped. "Were you worried I'd run off with your little sergeant? Or was it that you wanted to be the one to handcuff me?!" You spat. 

"Please, both of you, lower your voices." Price said, glancing behind Ghost. 

You turned to see a man, highly decorated, walking to your small group. 

"Gentleman." He greeted. 

You recognized the voice. You didn't need to hear the three men greet their general. 

"Sergeant McTavish." He started. 

"General-" Soap tried. 

"Thank you for helping Tracker with her errands. It's nice to see a good team player." Hopkins said, hiding extremely well his anger and rage. 

The rest of the group looked taken aback but Soap thanked his general. Hopkins turned to you nodding your way before bidding his goodbye. You stared at him all the while he walked away, before you, yourself started turning towards the car to go grab your bags. 

"Y/N-" Price started. 

"Do not, EVER think, I'd get him into trouble!" You spat towards Simon. He hadn't spoken. But you were angry at him. Was it truly because of the last five minutes? Or the fact that he didn't talk to you. That he was avoiding you. Was it... affecting you? 

"I know that you have a poor opinion of me, but don't you dare think so low of me." You finished, throwing him a last glare before turning towards the car. 

You had retracted to your room. You took your bags, giving Soap his own and the ones with little treats for everyone. You laid on your bed, feeling exhausted. You felt… weird. Many things were running through your mind. You were frustrated. A soft knock on your door made you close your eyes, taking a deep breath before you let out a little 'come in' while sitting back up and jumping to your feet. 

Soap's head peeked through a gap in the doorway. You smiled kindly at him as he entered, closing the door behind him. 

"Yes darling?" You asked affectionately. 

"Thank you. You didn't have to. I'm used to trouble" he chuckled, going straight to the point. 

"I don't doubt it." You chuckled as well. "But this is different. Unlike you, pretty much everyone thinks of me as an enemy. I am a momentarily weapon to get to a goal. As soon as they're done using me, I'm just another threat to take down." You explained. 

"Y/N…" he tried. 

"It's ok. I don't expect any less. But for you it's different. They don't want you befriending me." The reality hit you, sadness slightly tainting your brain. "You are a great soldier, in an amazing, irreplaceable team. But they can't afford to have you tainted with my… evilness." You tried with a fake smile. "They will sanction you. Perhaps heavily even, to make you an example for anyone else." You finished softly.

Soap didn't say anything. Seconds after, he rushed to you, taking you in his arms. You were a bit in shock, but you hugged him back, your head on his shoulder, looking at the wall. 

"You don't do things by the rules… and neither do we to be honest. But… you are a good person." He said. You huffed a laugh. "You are." He added. 

"Thank you Soap." You whispered. 

"Johnny." He clarified, separating. 

"Johnny?" You asked confused. 

"Yeah, LT calls me that, usually i don't let anyone else call me like that but you are worthy!" He chimed happily. 

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. 

"Alright. Thanks Johnny. I will however refrain from calling you that in front of your LT. I'd like to avoid fighting with him again." You finished in a grumble. 

"Ah don't worry. He likes ya!" Soap beamed. 

"I think I'm going to press 'X' to doubt." You joked. 

"What..?" He asked, confused. 

"A gaming reference. Don't worry." You winked, earning another wide smile from the Scot.

"Would you like some dinner?" He asked. 

"Ah not yet. I'm not hungry but I'll get a snack at some point." You answered with a reassuring smile. 

He sighed, but nodded, dropping a kiss on top of your head before exiting your room. You wanted to be alone right now. Perhaps you could even start on your search for this 'snake'. You groaned to yourself before sitting down at your small desk, opening your laptop. That might be exactly what you need to get your mind off of a certain Lieutenant. 

You stretched on the very uncomfortable chair you sat on. You were missing your perfect gaming chair in the perfect office you had in your perfect penthouse you owned in Madripoor. You blinked the blurriness caused by the tiredness, taking in the time written on the right corner of the laptop. One in the morning. One fifteen to be exact. Your stomach growled slightly. It was time for that snack. You stood, walking up to the door, very slowly opening it. You glanced out, making sure no one was up. If they were, they were in their rooms and you couldn't see them. 

You slipped out of your room, tip-toeing your way to the common kitchen. You decided to turn on as little light as possible. You almost jumped on your way to the fridge, staring inside for something to munch on. Now started the dilemma everyone is familiar with, the usual I'm fucking hungry but nothing in this fridge helps my hunger. You decided on a few avocado toast after seeing it in the corner, feeling lonely and probably dying. 

It felt amazing to finally get something in your stomach, you happily danced around until your eyes fell upon something. Like a little dragon attracted by shiny things, you hopped to it. You sat at the counter, dusting off your hands before grabbing the very familiar black combat knife. You took it out of his holster, eying it with fascination. The black blade, the black handle, fit perfectly together. It was stunning. The perfect killing weapon to your eyes. 

You let your fingers caress the blade, a soft smile on your lips, reaching the tip where you applied pressure with your index finger. It prickled your fingertip almost instantly, the sharpness needing no actual pressure to break the skin. You bit your lip frowning. You softly put the knife back in his holster, putting it back in his original place. You brought your finger tip to your lips, licking the tiny drop of blood before sinking it into your mouth. 

Without actually paying attention you turned to the doorway, falling eye to eye with a mask skull. You didn't jump but a cold shiver ran through you. You dropped the finger from your mouth under his very attentive gaze. He stood, watching you, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, making his strong arms flex. You swallowed before taking a deep breath. There was nothing to be scared or even embarrassed about. You turned back to the counter, grabbing the rest of your toast before turning to him. 

"I didn't steal anything." You simply said. 

"You knew it was sharp, why did you put your fingers on the blade?" He scolded. 

You stopped your chewing. He had been standing there the whole time?! You resumed your chewing before looking up at them. 

"Why do you care? Again, I didn't steal anything. Your precious knife is still here." You said. "Now if you'll excuse me." You finished walking past him to dart to your room. 

You closed the door rather quickly, feeling like the small room was the only 'safe space' for you in this whole base. You closed your eyes leaning against the door. You stiffened, listening to footsteps behind the door. They stopped in front of your door. You tensed, breath hitching, and heartbeat quickening. For some reason you tried to keep your breathing steady. It was him. Behind your door. You heard the soft caress of a gloved hand against the wood. 

As quick as he came, he went, leaving you alone with your heartbeat ringing in your ears. You simply hissed under your breath.  

"Motherf-" 

The next few days were calm. You and the lieutenant avoided each other but seemed to always find each other's gaze once in the same room. It frustrated you. You were definitely not about to go to him. It didn't matter anyway, right? Right…? You couldn't repeat yourself again and again, somehow this frustration wouldn't go away. You were glad for Soap however, his good mood and jokes always taking your mind off of it for a little while. You had started to see him as a little brother, scolding yourself mentally because you knew that as soon as this mission would be done. You'd leave. 

He had accepted to walk you to the showers at night, standing guard for you. You were glad you could avoid asking Simon. The… hum… lieutenant. 

However, tonight, Soap had field training with the recruits and wouldn't be back before a good 48h. You decided to wait for the latest hours, around 2 in the morning to slip out of the dorms to the showers. The base was asleep, apart from the round duties. Surely, you could shower in peace. 

The barely warm shower felt good on your skin, it seemed to calm your nerves. You had been working non-stop since you were back from the hotel. You had found tiny traces of 'snake', that person seemingly less careful than Echo. You started to wonder if this wasn't the same person. 

You groaned, frowning under the water. You needed to clear your mind. Relax. This was no time to think about work. You tried to focus on the way the soap felt on your body as you scrubbed yourself. Or the way the water fell upon your skin. Not about work. Not about the Lieutenant. Not about the way you felt watched- 

Wait. What?! 

You snapped your eyes open, turning around towards the entrance of the shower, eyes falling upon a man. You stiffened, hiding your body. 

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" You screamed. 

The poor boy scurried away as fast as he could, almost slipping on the way. You rushed out of the shower grabbing a towel to wrap around your body. You walked as fast as you could to the door. You froze on the spot however. Furious eyes gazed upon you, hands holding tightly the boy by the collar. 

"Step back inside." He ordered. 

For some reason. You didn't discuss it. You watched him walk inside with you, the boy still held by the collar. You kept walking backwards until your back hit the cold wall. 

"Lieutenant…" you tried. 

You flinched, watching him bring the boy forcefully to the ground on his knees. Your eyes traveled back up, watching how Simon's eyes had dangerously darkened. 

"Apologize little cunt." He ordered. His voice kept a low volume. Steady. Not a hiss, not a growl, not a groan. His voice itself, even in a normal tone, promised havoc. The poor boy immediately apologized, stammering on his words. He had visibly paled, his eyes glued to the floor. 

"Go. Finish your shower. We'll wait." Simon said before roughly bringing back up the recruit, pushing him towards the door. He threw a last, heavy dark look at you, making you shiver delightfully before he stepped out as well. 

What was it. That feeling deep in your chest. You were fucking lying to yourself. The way your pussy clenched around nothing, the way your thighs squeezed together. His gaze, his voice… he had turned you on. You shook your head, hurrying to finish your shower. 

Ten minutes later, you stepped out, fully clothed, wet hair tied in a bun. You fell upon a still furious Lieutenant, eyeing the recruit as he tried to remain stable, arms shaking, doing push ups. 

"You done?" He asked you. His voice remained in the dangerous, sexy level he had spoken before, making you unable to answer properly. You simply nodded. 

"Why didn't you call me?" He asked. 

"I… you didn't want to talk to me. Not since…" you cleared your throat. "Doesn't matter." 

"It matters." He simply responded. "Now i got to teach this fucker, and you, to behave." 

You frowned. You? 

"Get up." He ordered. The poor recruit standing. "Let's walk to the barracks. Tracker. You remain close to me." 

You couldn't find it in yourself to brat. You simply sent him a dark look before walking beside him. 

The way to the barracks was quiet. You had walked up the stairs, eyes widening as Simon turned left before even reaching your floor. He switched the lights on. 

"SQUAD 8. GET UP. ALL OF YOU." He yelled in the hallway. 

It was immediate. The sound of people standing and quickly running to put the minimum of clothes on, a t-shirt and some pants. 

You stepped closer to the lieutenant, making sure he was the only one who could hear you. 

"Ghost. What are you doing?" You asked. 

He didn't answer. He turned back to the hallway which was quickly filling up with recruits who stood to attention in front of him. 

"OUT. EVERYONE." He barked again. 

The recruits jogged out, the poor boy at the head of the line as you kept walking next to Simon. 

Outside he made them line up. You felt cold. You hadn't expected to end up in the cold for so long. He noticed. He angrily shook off his tactical vest, throwing it over your shoulders, earning a dark look from you. In a swift motion he grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up to sit on top of a very known wall. You had barely time to grab his shoulders as you yelped. 

"LISTEN UP. THIS IS CADET WILLIAMS. YOU SHALL THANK HIM FOR YOUR PUNISHMENT." He snarled. 

You felt yourself feeling guilty once more. Shit. And the punishment started. Push ups, burpees. You kept eyeing him. He was tense. Incredibly tense. And watching the cadets running, huffing, out of breath wasn't helping for a second. He had enough. You watched him roll his shoulders, stepping closer to the cadets. Close combat training. You closed your eyes, completely baffled by his actions. 

You watched him tightening his gloves, motioning for the first boy to step closer. You could visibly see the defeat in the boy's eyes. And he fought. Bringing to the floor one after the other, sometimes making you wince under the sheer force he was using. It was starting to get unbearable. You felt your own anger rise. He noticed. Of course he did. He ordered them to fight each other as he walked to you. 

His breathing was barely faster. You could see his skin glistening with sweat. The way your body reacted only made you angrier. 

"Why are you doing this?!" You whispered-yelled to him. 

"I'm punishing my soldiers for being a pervert." He said in the same tone. 

"By punishing his whole squad??" You growled. 

"Exactly. If I punish only him, he'll think it's worth the pain to get to view a pretty ass under the shower." You blushed at the comment. "If I punish his whole squad he knows he'll be the black sheep of the group. That his own teammates will despise him and his actions as they reflect on everyone. I can assure you. He, or his team, will never try it again." He explained, voice calm but still dark. You opened your mouth before shutting it again. "And I know you hate seeing them punished." He finished. 

You glared at him. 

"That. Is your punishment for going against direct rules given by Price." He said. You rolled your eyes. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" He growled dangerously. 

You didn't answer. But you wished you did. He immediately turned to the recruits, making you gasp. 

"LISTEN UP. YOU'RE ALL ON EXTRA DUTIES FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS." 

You jumped off the wall, running to him. 

"Ok OK! I'M SORRY!" You yelled. 

He looked down at you, satisfied look in his eyes, before chuckling darkly. You pouted, crossing your arms. 

"BACK TO BED." He finally rang, making you sigh with relief.

You walked behind him, up the stairs. He slowed down grabbing your arm, pulling you in front of him. You threw him a dark look before walking up the stairs. You didn't stop, climbing all the way up to your own barracks. He was close behind, having quickly checked that everyone was in bed. You pushed the door open, fury coursing through you.  

"Where are you going?" You heard. 

You stepped into the kitchen, crossing your arms. You turned to him as he walked in. 

"You, sir, are a dickhead!" You spat. 

He flinched, also crossing his arms. 

"I warned you. The first time you stepped into that shower. These boys haven't seen any in a long while. You are a sweet candy plastered on a plate for them." He scolded again. 

"Oh really? Is that thought from them or from you?" You provoked. 

Silence fell. You felt guilty as soon as the words left your throat. You remembered his past. His fear of his own behavior. You felt horrible.

"I have been nothing but decent with you." He let out in a monotonous tone. 

You sighed, closing your eyes. 

"Yes you have… you're right. You've been more than decent. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it…" you apologized. 

"Not more than decent…" he said. 

You opened your eyes, confusion filling you. 

"Yes you have. What do you mean?" You asked. 

"I… choked you. In the middle of the night." Obvious guilt tainted his words. You couldn't help but sigh. You stepped to him, watching him freeze on the spot. You slowly grabbed his hand, raising it to your neck, wrapping it softly around it. He remained still the entire time. You looked up at him. 

"You had a nightmare. I startled you awake. It was my fault. You reacted accordingly to your training. Your current feelings. I do not. Hold it against you." His eyes didn't leave yours, his hand applying absolutely no pressure on your neck. "I'm fine. I'm not angry. I'm not scared. I'm annoyed that you ignored this conversation. But I'm not holding it against you." You finished. It took a few seconds for him to say anything. 

"You had bruises…" 

"Had worse ones before. Not even painful." 

"I scared you…" 

"Spur of the moment, I wasn't expecting it."

"I… held onto you." 

You smiled softly. "You did. I started it though." 

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again." His thumb caressed the side of your neck. 

"It's fine Simon." You let out, grabbing his full attention. "We all have nightmares. We're all fucking broken and fucked up. We've all been through traumatizing shit. We all need to be held. And that's ok." You soothed. 

You remained like this for a little while. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his gloves around your throat, simply laying there.

"You're still a dickhead though…" you mumbled with a teasing smirk. 

"You fucking brat…" he answered with the same teasing tone. You chuckled, opening your eyes as he lowered his hand. 

"Don't ever go to the showers alone. Do you understand?" He said, his usual commanding tone back. You sighed, annoyed. "I am serious Y/N." You looked up, surprised by your name on his lips. "It's dangerous." 

"Dangerous…?" You repeated. He stepped even closer. 

"Yes. Dangerous." He repeated as well. 

You frowned before understanding his words. You sighed but nodded, looking up at him through your lashes. He nodded his head as well. 

"I'm going to bed. Goodnight tracker." He said. 

"Good night Lieutenant." You answered. 

He turned around, walking away. 

You wanted to say something more. Anything. Tell him you can hold him anytime he needs. Before you found the courage to speak, he walked out of sight.

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tags:

@thychuvaluswife  @emily-roberts  @warrior-of-justice  @gh0stedddd  @ladyelissarose

@kiruoris  @kaeyamain-zonglilover  @salsa-reads-stuff  @coacaiyne

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[torhues]

oikawa tooru.

oikawa loves to watch you sleep.

it's nothing new. you've been living together for a little over a year now, his mornings begin with you sleeping by his side most of the time but, but oikawa doesn't look like he has moved on from the way you look when you're sleeping.

he thinks you look funny— ugly, maybe not ugly, but definitely funny. you look like such a mess, make weird faces, leave trails of incoherent words that wake him up in middle of the night. your limbs are all over the bed and most of the time, they're above him, as if he's your bed or something. you never wake up the way you go to sleep, always ending up on his side of the bed, pushing him to the edge while wrapping your arms around him as if you're holding him for falling down, like you're not the reason why he's in that position in the first place. you end up taking the whole comforter and it got to the point where oikawa suggested using two different comforters for the sake of both of you, but it didn't help either, since you would leave yours and slide into his every single night.

but he doesn't complain, not at all. he doesn't mind if you steal his comforter and he has to sleep without one every night. it's fine if he falls down from bed once a few days, or if he wakes up with a neck or back pain thanks to your habit of having your hands and legs all over him. oikawa doesn't have any complaints because he thinks it's a blessing to wake up every night and look at your beautiful face.

he thinks you're the prettiest while sleeping because you don't seem to care about the way you have to present yourself to people, even if it's just him and you in the room. you smile while sleeping, or frown, make some sort of angry face, etcetera etcetera; oikawa thinks it's adorable, because those are the moments when he realises he's in love with you.

"you could've woken me up," and sometimes, he's too busy falling in love with you, he doesn't realise you've woken up already.

"thought i'd let you sleep a little more," he speaks just above the comforting silence enveloping the two of you, trying to maintain the decorum, matching the intensity of his voice with yours while caressing your cheeks. "you're making me want to sleep again,"

"well, y—" he slips in next to you, making you shift involuntarily to make space for him. his hands are a little cold, sending bits of shivers down your spine as he wraps them around your waist, letting his fingertips trace random patterns on the bare skin under your sweatshirt. "i'd love to sleep more but, we need to make breakfast,"

"what's so good about breakfast at seven on a winter morning?" he whispers against the crook of your neck.

you chortle at the contact, "may be that it can help me with my hunger?"

"if we sleep, we won't be hungry anymore," oikawa pulls back, allowing his eyes to admire your face while you take your time presuming the words behind his love sick eyes. "can i tell you something?"

"go on,"

"i think i'm in love with you,"

your lips curl into a smile, "you tell me that every day," or more so, multiple times, every day. it's more of a remind so that you don't forget he loves you, and that he loves you more than anything else in this world, as if you're ever going to forget it.

"no i mean, i'm in love with you right now, at the moment, while we're lying next to each other; like, i'm falling in love with you right now and—" a pause, as if he's trying to build up suspense or create the atmosphere. it's simply an oikawa thing to do, he wants everything about you to be special. "— and, i don't think i can ever stop falling in love with you,"

it's magical how every single word that falls off his lips manages to flutter your heart. his smile never fails to fluster you even though you've been dating for three years now. oikawa has you going crazy and also keeps you sane. it's difficult, but you're somewhere in between. he has you head over heels for himself, making you fall for him every morning that you wake up. he's keeping you afloat but is also the reason why you're drowning. he is like a pool of contradictions in your life and you can't help it because every part of him makes you feel alive.

that is the effect oikawa has on you. so, you cup his cheeks, hoping that you have the same, if not more, effect on him as well. "i don't think i can ever stop falling in love with you either,"

#♡ hues'. #♡ handmade. #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fic #oikawa fluff #oikawa drabbles #oikawa headcanons #oikawa fic #haikyuu oikawa #hq fluff #hq oikawa #i am down bad for this man #liek i need him in my life

[bp-zb1fics]

tied up in the mirror~

pairing: leejeong x reader

pronouns: none used

genre: SIN aka smut/heavily suggestive themes, canonverse (over me)

wc: 568

summary: In the wise words of @cherriegyu [pls see above]

MINORS DO NOT LOOK!!! DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE!!!!

tw/tags: what plot? bondage themes, pet names, fingering, fucking, mirror sex, tears, marking, implied oral, implied size difference kinda, possessive ish leejeong, unprotected sex/creampie [yes both of them got tested beforehand and if its an afab reader, they're on the pill]

a/n it's been a lil quiet around here and i got no time to write a full fic so here's a short drabble to summon the cult and land us all back in delulu, inspired by cherrie and the anon who sent me this ask, pls enjoy and feel free to yell at me after~ thinking of doing a whole over me spicy series, you can check out the jay part here

Soft red fabric binds your wrists together, his fingers gripping the excess as he presses your arms above your head. The surface of the mirror is cold against your palms. You gasp as he crowds you in further. He leans forward, lips ghosting against your ear.

“Shhh doll,” he whispers. You feel him behind you, his frame caging you in, his hips nearly flush against your behind. He’s gotten you somewhat undressed, the skin of your shoulder exposed so he can mouth at it, tugging cloth down to your knees, just enough to leave your bottom half bare. 

Your thighs tremble as his other hand comes down to stroke between your legs, the slide getting stickier as he does. The tips of his fingers tease a little before he works them in. You choke down the whimpers that threaten to escape as he adds more, one after the other. 

Finally, he taps at your thighs and you spread as much as you can with your clothes sliding down, almost to your ankles. Betraying his impatience, he wastes no time gripping at your hips and slipping into you before one of his hands goes back to pinning your wrists against the mirror. The noises you let out are cracked and broken as he thrusts, gasping into your ear.

“Can you open your eyes for me?”

It takes a few moments before you register. He’s relentless, rolling his hips slowly but forcefully, taking all of the air out of your lungs as he goes deeper and deeper. Your lashes flutter, blinking a few times to adjust to the dim light. Fingers tug lightly at your hair, your chin tilting upwards slightly.

“Look doll.” 

Your eyes meet through the mirror. The white blouse shirt he’s wearing is crumpled, unbuttoned, his lean stomach heaving, abs shiny with sweat. Somehow, his black trousers are still on, only undone at the front so he can fuck you. He’s practically towering over you, bearing down on your prone body. His hair is a mess, dishevelled bangs hanging over his eyes, strands sticking to his forehead. The way he looks at you is dark, hungry for something, sending a chill up your spine while heat shoots between your thighs. You clench involuntarily and he hisses.

Look at me while I’m fucking you.

It’s brutal but oddly sweet. The way he slams into you yet holds you so gentle and firm. His voice demands but his eyes are still soft under the darkness, the hunger. He’s unrelenting, leaving marks on your shoulders and back before soothing them with his tongue. It’s a lot. It’s almost too much. You don’t realise it until your eyes are blurry with tears, slipping down your cheeks as you take it, pleasure and pain. He curses the moment the first drop falls, squeezing your wrists to the point that you’re sure his fingers will leave imprints, your whole body flush against the mirror as you watch him take his fill.

“Only look at me, yeah?” He murmurs, a command and a plea all in one. “Just you and me.”

You manage to choke out a sound of agreement before he loses all composure, groaning as you feel him spill into you. For a second, it’s quiet, both of you trembling. Then, he sinks to his knees and finishes you off, lapping at his own release out of you as you shake uncontrollably.

#boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet x reader #boys planet mnet #boys planet 999 #boys planet drabbles #kpop fics #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #lee jeonghyeon #lee jeonghyeon x reader #lee jeonghyeon fic #lee jeonghyeon drabble #boys planet jeonghyeon #bp-zb1fics

[babeilovemonsters]

Vampires are so cute, man. Aww, little introverted low budget monster can't go outside because it's too bright! It just means they have all the more motivation to stay home with you.

They get so angry and defensive so, so easily. They get so mad when you imply they aren't some aristocrat of the monster world. That they aren't any more fancy than a common werewolf. Oh, how their pale face darken with rage. How they just want to grab you, pin you down, rip you apart. You use this an as opportunity to keep teasing them, comparing them to a feral animal. You encourage this, daring them to do it. To drain you of blood, make you regret what you said. The struggle in their dark, cat-like eyes as they fight over their morals and their instincts is so, so cute. You decide to help them out, pushing them against the wall, your own beating heart pounding against their cold, dead chest. You gently but firmly push your thumb against their top lip, pushing it out the way to cut yourself on their fang.

Your taste is sweet, dripping directly on their tongue underneath, and finally their decision is made to punish you for what you said. They bite down on your hand, glaring with hungry eyes before releasing you, and taking the opportunity to catch you off guard while you look at the damage. They take hold of your shoulders, snarling in your face, licking the leftover blood off their lips. Your blood. You sneer, not quite deterred, and question if they're too proud to ravage you. They may be too proud to kill you, but they'll certainly ravage you another way.

That day, they make it very clear who the animal in your relationship is; the very person who wanted this all along. Your partner does so love punishing you for insulting their dignity, and you know it. Why else would you bully them if it wasn't to be shoved up against the wall, having their hips slap your behind as they put your in your place, fangs against your neck to remind you you're not going anywhere. You can pant and moan all you want, you asked for this, and now they don't have much of a choice but to fuck some sense into you, to make you see they truly are superior.

When they're nearly done, they make it known, biting down into your soft flesh as they thrust up one last time before release, the sharp pain pushing you over your edge too. You both slump against the sticky, sweaty wall, panting like the animals you are.

It's still only noon, so you have a long day ahead of you still. Better get sucking in return!

#nblm nsft #nblw nsft #wlw nsft #mlm nsft #monsterfucking nsft #monster fucker #monsterfucking #vampire nsft #tw blood mention #ftm nsft #nonbinary nsft #mtf nsft #dumbification #kinda? #teratophillia #terato

[sweaterkittensahoy]

hello!! for prompts because i saw the absolute banger of a reply you had to a very pretty very scarred hambone:

hambone/brady? either postwar during the VE day celebration crazyness/quiet moment together

Or!! Prestalag ofc pilot/bombardier goodness where hams just an absolute rat of a man and but hes bradys bombardier damnit nobody touch him

Okay, so I don't prefer to write stalag fic, but this image hit me like a bus, so I am making an exception:

Ham's face and neck hurt when it gets cold. There's no way to wrap himself up enough that it doesn't hurt. The scar on his neck throbs, but it's not that bad. The one his face, it aches every moment of every day, throbbing and sparking and even sometimes giving Hambone a twitch at the corner of his mouth. The Stalag doctor said he probably had nerve damage, couldn't guess if the pain will ever stop or get better.

Most days, Hambone just deals with it. They've all got aches and pains. He's not special. But some days, when the pain really gets high, that's when the twitch starts, and Hambone can't forget for a second that he's scarred. In the Stalag, he's nowhere near the worst off, but he wonders what he'll do after they're out. Who wants to be around a guy with a scar like this and a twitch to match?

Brady climbs in next to Ham, bringing his blanket with him. "Come here," he says.

"Fuck off," Hambone hisses.

"Come fucking here," Brady repeats. He's leaned against the wall, arm lifted so Ham can curl in.

Hambone sighs and scoots over, resting his unmarked cheek against Brady's shoulder as Brady tucks both their blankets around them.

Brady runs his fingers through Hambone's hair, then slips his hand lower, brushing his thumb back and forth over the scar on Hambone's cheek. He digs in a little by Hambone's ear, pushing down hard until he touches the corner of Hambone's mouth, then sweeps him thumb up nice and soft from Hambone's mouth to his ear.

"You're alive, Ham," Brady murmurs, repeating his little massage on Ham's scar. It helps. Relaxes the tissue and makes the twitch settle. Diffuses the pain to some extent, which makes it easier to deal with. "You're alive, and I'm glad about that every goddamn day. I know you don't like the scars, but I do. Because as long as I can see them, you're alive."

Hambone tucks in closer, slipping an arm around Brady's middle. He's thinner than ever, same as the rest of them. That he has the energy to take care of Hambone seems impossible. "What am I gonna do when we're out of here?" he asks. "I know my face wasn't great before, but now--"

"Hush," Brady says. "You know what you're gonna do. You're gonna get a haircut and a good shave, and then you're gonna put on a brand new, clean as can be uniform, and you're coming home with me and charming the whole fucking family. And if your scar hurts everyday, I'll do this everyday. Okay?"

Hambone hates that he needs the reassurance, but it's cold and he hurts, and they're hungry, and the war just keeps going and going. "Maybe I'll grow a beard," he says to make Brady laugh.

"You promised you wouldn't until I could," Brady says. "And I don't think I ever will."

"The sacrifices I make for you," Hambone says, and he shifts his mouth to kiss Brady's thumb as it touches the corner of his mouth again.

"We're getting out of here," Brady says. He tilts Hambone's head up so he can kiss his forehead. "And we're going to live our best life, you and me. And I will kiss your scars three times a day and tell you I'm glad you have them."

Hambone closes his eyes and breathes deeply as Brady works his scar again. "Okay," he says. "That sounds doable."

#hambonebrady #masters of the air #stalag fic #i'm as surprised as anyone #john brady #hambone hamilton

[laurzzz]

Omg i love the idea of moon just being so gentle AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Now new question. If we where sick. How would they react? And im including eclipse here. Who would take what role and how would they execute that role? Like who brings food? Who would stand guard and constantly worry their little robo-heart? Who would be fully chill and calm the other down? Who would make sure they got enough rest yet still got out to get fresh air?

Also sorry for all the questions! Do let me know if ya want me to chill out with them! Im just in love with this au and i havent even begun reading the fic yet!!

WAH I love these questions YIPPEE alright lemme think hmmmm oh also! Possible spoilers for the entirety of the fic! Both on what's already written out and are yet to be written.

All under the cut! It got long. Wordy ass bitch here LMAO

The Princess (Y/N!) isn't a sickly person hence why they're able to keep up with the training that the Assassins give them. It wasn't explicitly stated in the fic but the Assassins have given difficult training to the Princess that only certain soldiers/knights in their kingdom can match (which is how the Assassins are as skilled as they are).

Being able to keep up with their training while also keeping her royal identity impresses the two Assassins. But! The Princess isn't superhuman nor is she a robot so in moments where you are finally down with a cold or soreness that's too painful to handle (which she blames the weather for or just allergies because she can't let anyone find out about her training) you would just stay in bed and hope that the two Assassins would understand somehow.

And they would.

They wouldn't be able to take care of you due to the nature of the dynamics so far but let's say that the Princess gets sick during training. As this is the only time they can meet-up and be close to one another. Perhaps, food poisoning. The Princess got hungry, they were out of the castles, and her stomach did not mix well with the food— being used to the things she only ate at Castle Emily.

You'd just thrown up, and your stomach buzzes with the sensation of a thousand bees flying inside it.

It's awful. Your legs are faltering as your breath tries to catch up with the imbalance in your body.

Your thoughts linger to the pastry that the darker assassin gave you from the markets. That must've been the cause.

A gentle heavy hand runs down your back, soothing it with a rub, and another. A cough follows through from you before craning your neck up at the assassin dressed in deep dark blue and iron armory.

"Please hold out a little bit longer, Your Highness.", he sighs with the glow of his burning red eyes dimming down to the usual dual hues. "Sun will return with the remedy potions soon."

Basically, Moon will comfort you all throughout the sickness as Sun acts as a runner for the errands. As for Eclipse... well we won't really be on good terms with him until the much latter half of the series. But I like to think, at the moment, that he would be the worrier out of the three robo-siblings. Despite it though, he would still keep his encoded rationality and strive to give you the best treatment as possible while ordering Sun and Moon to do this and that for you during your ill health.

#food #majestic oppositions #im down for all the questions genuinely! #it took me a bit to write this all down as i kept thinking of what eclipse would be like as a character #atm my thoughts are focused on his character as a driving piece to the lore #nothing casual and sweet like this #so thank you for bringing it to consideration on my end!! #cw sickness

[bellysoupset]

I love the carsickness story! Dizzy Leo and concerned Jonah is EVERYTHING!!!!!

If you do decide to do a part 2, I have an idea. You don't have to use it, but hear me out:

So, most of the time carsickness can last for a few hours, but sometimes it can take MUCH longer. Same night in the motel, Jon wakes up to the sound of Leo vomiting in the bathroom. They're both confused because they thought Leo would be better by then, and Leo is just so upset about being sick that he's an adorably pathetic combination of sick, emotional, and grumpy, and as concerned as Jon is he can't help but find it a little adorable.

Also, maybe Bella has a horrible headache that makes her nauseous in the middle of the night and Luke is super worried about her.

Suddenly, Wendy and Vince are woken up and are transitioning between helping Leo and Jon to helping Luke and Bell, and they're both just so tired but neither of them are gonna stop helping until Leo's and Bell's auditions for the freaking Exorcist are over.

P.S. I started cackling as I wrote that last sentence. I'm so effing sleep deprived!!😭😭😭

Double whammy of Leo&Bell in pain! Just changing the timing because since they left Maine at 8 AM and the trip lasted only 2 hours, there's no way part two would take place in the middle of the night.

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Jonah wasn't trying to be an asshole. Not really, he didn't slip out of the room, once Leo was finally asleep for good and no longer dry heaving every thirty minutes in the ice bucket, just to be a dick to his friends.

However, he couldn't pretend to be happy about the situation. Anyone with more than three working neurons would've been able to tell that putting Leo in a van, a vehicle famous for setting off motion sickness, for four hours, had a very high chance of ending up with him hurling. Jon couldn't understand how he was supposed to act like this wasn't Bella's fault, when she could've easily prevented this by not puppy eyeing her way into going to a fucking music festival when she could barely stay awake more than a couple of hours and wouldn't even enjoy the bloody thing!

So yeah, he wasn't trying to be a dick but it was really hard not to be one right now.

There was a small diner, adjacent to the motel, and Jonah slipped in, stomach growling painfully since it was well past midday and he was so used to having an early lunch thanks to work. He didn't expect to find Bella, Luke, Wendy and Vince inside, but that was on him, he should've guessed they were hungry too.

If Jonah could turn around and pretend he didn't know them, he would have, because right now he was far too angry to be able to keep a pleasant conversation. Instead, Vince spotted him from across the diner and waved, smiling brightly.

"Come sit down, we're just about to order!"

Bless his soul, Jonah thought bitterly, stepping closer and avoiding looking at Bella, lest the nastiest part of him snapped at her.

"What are you ordering?" he asked, sitting next to Wendy and glaring at the plastic menu in front of him.

"How's Leo?" Bella asked, causing Jonah to grit his teeth.

"Asleep," he said, roughly, before turning to Vince, "so? What are you ordering?

"I got a greek salad," Wendy replied, raising an eyebrow, "did he take the dramamine?"

"Yes," Jonah squeezed the menu in his hands, trying to focus on the goodies that were probably filled with saturated fat, "I'm gonna get the chicken salad."

"I'm really sorry, Jon," Bella said, reaching over the table to grab his hand, "really, I didn't think-"

"Clearly," he interrupted her, then before he could take the words back, Lucas let out a scoff.

"Don't be such a prick, it's no one's fault," he said strongly. If Jonah had ever considered letting go of the matter with Bell's apology, he immediately changed his mind, zeroing Luke's face with a cold glare.

"It absolutely is her fault Leo just got so sick he can't get up from the bed! Anyone with a brain could realize he'd get carsick in a trip like this and we're only here because none of you can tell her no!"

"Jonah, calm do-" Wendy started, but he jerked away from her hand when it came to rest on his bicep, face burning, still glaring at Lucas, who seemed to inflate with just as much anger.

"Leo is a fucking adult who could've said no himself," Luke spat, "you treat him like a child, he's a grown man and if he's sick that sucks, but it's not Bell's fault-"

"So it's fine to push him around to make her happy, but Bella can't take any fucking responsibility!?" Jonah slammed his hand on the table and he was aware he was causing a scene, aware he wasn't that furious at Bella and this was all just exacerbated by the fact that Luke got on his nerves like no one else could. Still, that did not stop him.

"Push him around!?" Lucas stood up too, raising his voice, "who pushed him around!? We asked a simple question and he could've said no! You're acting like a dick because things didn't go your way, just grow the fuck up-"

"Luke, stop," Bella grabbed at his sleeve, trying to pull him down, "Jon's right, it's my-"

"Nice to know just how much you care about him or literally anyone who's not Bella," Jonah cut her off, "you selfish prick."

"You're such a fucking asshole, Jonah! He's carsick! He's not dying!"

"And Bella has four stitches, so we have to go on a fucking road trip to keep her happy! Hypocrite much?"

"Could you two stop?" Vince interrupted them, yanking at Lucas' arm and forcing him to sit back down, "I don't care if you want to squabble like two teenagers, but this is a family dinner, so show some fucking respect. Shut up, Jonah," he snapped as Jon opened his mouth, "either solve this outside or you both shut the fuck up."

"Fine," Jonah scoffed, getting up and power walking outside, "as soon as Leo is better we're getting the fuck out of here."

He was still seething as he entered their room back again, almost trembling with rage to quell the desire to slam the door shut, but not wanting to wake Leo up...

"Leo?" Jonah frowned, his voice coming out at least an octave deeper with how angry he was. The bed was empty, "Leo?"

"Here..." Leo croaked from the bathroom and Jonah took a deep breath to calm himself down, before walking to his boyfriend.

He was expecting to find Leo looking like death, but still he wasn't prepared. His hair was matted down and he was shirtless, lying against the bathtub while his chest heaved with a tired panting.

"Why are you shirtless?" Jonah frowned, crouching down and Leo let out a tired scoff, his head lolling a little as if his neck couldn't support it.

"Puked on my shirt."

"Fuck," Jonah cupped his cheeks, "the meds did nothing?"

"Made my puke pink," Leo said playfully, before pushing Jon's hand off his cheek so he could pitch forward with a gag, hastily pushing the toilet lid up. He coughed and gagged, bringing up frothy bile and then letting out a whimper, resting his forehead to the cold ceramic.

"My stomach hurts," he whined, shoulders shaking as he gulped down the tears, "Jon, I feel like shit..."

"I know, I know," Jonah bit down his lip, rubbing his naked back. He wanted Leo in a hospital, with a nice IV hooked to his arm, zofran knocking him out. Instead they were in the middle of nowhere and he could clearly tell Leo was starting to get dehydrated.

"Please do something," Leo whimpered, hugging his stomach with both arms, "I don't understand how I'm-" he gulped down, "still sick..."

Jonah felt helpless as he said, "you gotta drink water, Leo."

"It's just gonna come back up," the blonde groaned, curling up as much as he could, "everything else did..."

"I know, but at least it won't hurt your throat as much and you won't be super dehydrated..."

Leo groaned and moaned as Jonah stepped outside the bathroom, returning with a bottle of water, "do I really have to?"

"Yes," he turned the cap, holding it to his lips, "c'mon baby, little gulps."

If Jonah ever entertained the idea the water was staying down, Leo got rid of that notion by burping against his hand, then mumbling "shit-" and turning to the toilet as the water came back up, just as transparent, practically ready to be bottled up again.

He panted heavily over the toilet, squeezing his eyes shut, "my head hurts..."

"It's because you're dehydrated," Jonah said, his heart squeezing, "let's try the water again, just a little sip."

Two hours later and a whole water bottle completely wasted and Jonah was at his wits end. Leo had long given up leaning over the toilet, since he had nothing to bring up, and was lying on the bathroom floor, his cheek pressed to Jonah's thigh, crying.

Or at least Jon thought he was crying, he wasn't exactly sure since the tears were few and scarce.

"Shhh, close your eyes," Jon combed his fingers through his hair, "your brain should make sense we're not moving soon..."

"Is this..." Leo sniffled, muffling a sick belch against his jeans, "is this how your vertigo feels?"

Jonah raised an eyebrow, "I wouldn't know," he said, instead of answering worse, since he didn't want Leo to think he was being a baby. He wasn't being a baby, he was in pain.

"I'm so hungry," Leo groaned, rubbing his own stomach, "but just thinking about food..." he gagged and Jonah tensed up, wondering if he was about to get another splash of acid on his jeans. He was incredibly glad he hadn't eaten anything either, otherwise he'd have puked by now.

There was a knock on the door and Jonah let out a scoff, thumping his head back softly against the tiles. If it was Lucas acting like a kicked puppy, he didn't want to hear.

"Jon, the door..."

"I don't care," Jonah rubbed Leo's arm up and down, noticing he was covered in goosebumps from lying on the cold ground, "baby, let's go back to the bed?"

"I don't feel... Jon, I'm gonna puke again..."

"Right now?" Jonah grabbed his bicep, ready to hoist him up, but Leo shook his head, gulping down as acid reflux hit his throat.

"Soon..."

"Yeah, no," Jon decided, grabbing Leo and pulling him sitting up, "you're gonna catch fucking pneumonia lying on this cold ground, you can puke in the bucket by the bed, c'mon."

It was a hassle to bring Leo back to the bed when he was so unsteady on his feet and once they fell on the mattress, Jonah considered just lying there, with his boyfriend starfished on top of him, before there was yet another knock on the door.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, causing Leo to whine against his neck.

"Don't yell, my head is killing me..."

"Sorry," Jonah rolled them on the bed, fixing Leo's head on the pillow, "give me a second..." he walked to the door, deciding that he would punch Luke if he said yet another stupidity.

It was much to his surprise when he opened the door and his visitor was nearly an entire foot shorter than he was expecting.

Wendy was holding a little to-go box of food and she was pouting, "peace offering?"

Jonah raised his eyebrows, unsure if he accepted the peace offering when he knew damn well Wendy never let anything go, "what do you want?"

"I brought you food, since you're probably starving," she answered instead, holding the box before his face. He let out a sigh, stepping to the side in a wordless acceptance of her white flag and she entered the room, immediately gasping.

"Leo?!"

"Yeah, he's still throwing up, I don't know what to do..." Jonah said, while Wendy abandoned the box in the tiny table next to the frigobar and rushed to the bed, touching Leo's clammy cheeks.

"Hey, blondie, open your eyes for me..."

"He's awake, he's just weak," Jonah vouched, opening the box and immediately stuffing his mouth with the fried chicken she had brought. His stomach was hurting from hunger.

"Leo?" Wendy patted his cheeks, "honey, hey... Can you hear me?"

"Why are you in my room?" Leo answered and Jonah snorted at the bitchy type of comment that was normally reserved for his ears only. Wendy let out a relieved sigh.

"You look like death."

"Thanks, I feel like death too," Leo croaked, turning his face away from her touch, "stop pinching me."

"He's dehydrated," Wendy said, squeezing the skin between her index and thumb.

Jonah rolled his eyes, "I know, but he stopped puking for twenty minutes now. I'm gonna try water again."

"Water won't do," Wendy scoffed, getting up, "I still have the sublingual zofran I got for the Sicily trip..."

"You do?" Jon raised his eyebrows and Wendy glared at him.

"You'd know if you weren't sulking in your room."

"Stop being mean to him," Leo groaned, shoving Wendy's knee and she slapped his hand away, unbothered by the fact he was sick or not.

"I'm gonna be mean to him all I want. Ask your boyfriend why he made Bella cry," she said, before getting up and barging out to grab the medicine. Leo groaned, taking a second to be able to look at Jonah with glassy, unfocused eyes.

"You didn't."

"I didn't," Jonah agreed, but he wasn't sure of it. He had been so furious at Luke, he hadn't actually spared Bell a glance. Guilt made his stomach churn, "I don't think I did."

"Jon..." Leo groaned, then grimaced, planting a hand on his chest, his throat bobbing up and down. Jonah sighed, crossing the room in two steps and grabbing the ice bucket, holding it under Leo's chin to catch a thin dribble of water and bile.

The blonde groaned loudly, forcing up a sick belch and then collapsing against the pillows, struggling to catch his breath. He closed his eyes again, a pained frown on, then rasped, "go apologize..."

"You're out of your mind, poor thing," Jonah rolled his eyes, rubbing his back, "take a breath, baby, Wendy's got the good drugs. They'll knock you right out."

"Uhm..." Leo winced as a cramp hit his stomach, "apologize, Jon."

"Nope," Jonah leaned in, kissing his temple, "shhhh, stop talking."

Wendy walked back in the room, holding a paper box with tiny pink meds and now with a bottle of gatorade in her other hand. Jonah felt incredibly grateful, his cheeks burning with a guilty blush.

Surely Wendy was just exaggerating it, right?

"Open up," she bossed and Jonah gently forced Leo to open his mouth, the blonde frowning with indignance, but far too weak to fight him. Once the little pill was put on his tongue, Wendy glanced at her phone, checking the time.

"We need to wait fifteen minutes," she said, as if Jon didn't know that already. He stared at Leo, who was not asleep, but seemed to be, face all slack, slumped over the pillow.

"I didn't make her cry, did I?" he asked in a low voice, brushing Leo's sweaty bangs away from his forehead.

Wendy scoffed, "yes, you did."

"Bella doesn't cry," he argued weakly and Wendy glared at him, moving so he couldn't avoid her eyes.

"She does when she's got brain surgery literally fifteen days ago and some jackass decides to yell at her for wanting to get out of the house."

"I didn't yell at her," Jonah pouted and Wendy leveled him with a cold glare.

"Lucas is going to punch your teeth in," she warned him, "and I'm not lifting a finger to help."

"You are terrible to me," Jonah groaned, moving his hand down to Leo's cheeks, "baby? Are you still awake?"

"Unfortunately," Leo whined, but he sounded much more at ease, "I think the meds are kicking in..."

Wendy glanced at her phone, lifting it up so Jonah could see only seven minutes had passed. It wasn't time enough for the medication to be really acting, but regardless Jonah stroked Leo's cheek, whispering, "good, let's wait just a little bit more, love."

"Uhm, kay..." Leo yawned, slumping even more against the pillows.

Wendy gestured to the door with her head, mouthing the words "go apologize" and Jonah frowned, glaring at Leo, as if to say he couldn't just leave him alone. She rolled her eyes in response and gestured at herself, "I'm here."

Realizing he'd have no choice but to apologize, Jonah got up from the bed with a groan of his own, "if Luke punches me, I'm punching right back."

"He's not gonna punch you..." Leo mumbled, sleepily and Jon rolled his eyes at his little reassurance.

"I'll be right back."

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As far as Luke was concerned, they should all just go and leave Jonah and Leo stranded behind. That'd teach him to not be a fucking asshole all the time.

Bella had started to openly cry in the diner and while Luke knew that the emotional fluctuations were a direct result of the head wound, that didn't stop him from seeing in red as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

"Shhh, Bell, calm down, calm down," he chanted, almost rocking her on the seat. Bella crying was out of character enough, but her crying in public and not minding it? He felt like he was the one with the head injury.

Vince let out a pitiful noise, moving closer, "beautiful, Jonah is just being a prick because he's worried about Leo, he doesn't mean that..." he reassured her, but Bella shook her head, her whole face all red.

"He-he-hessright," she sobbed, causing Luke to squeeze her just a little tighter.

"Jon hasn't been right about a thing in his entire life," he scoffed, kissing the top of her head, "don't listen to him, baby."

She wasn't listening, Jonah had successfully reduced Bella to a mess of nothing but tears and eventually they decided that having lunch there, where all the other patrons were still watching, wasn't gonna happen and they got their to-go boxes, Luke almost carrying Bell out of the seat as she still shook with sobs.

He was going to kill Jonah, he thought darkly, helping her into their room and trying, once again, to wipe the tears away, "babe, shhh, it's not that big of a deal, I promise you..."

"It - its though!" She curled up on the bed, hugging her knees, "he's right, it's my fault, I pro-proposed the trip, I-" her shoulders shook as she forced the words out, "I got Le-Leo sick and now Jon hates me and- I wish we had never gone in this st-stupid trip."

Lucas let out a scoff, rubbing her back, "no, Leo got sick, shit happens, it's got nothing to do with you..."

"You-you don't understand," Bella huffed, squirming away from him, "stop touching me."

"Bell..."

"S-stop!" She pushed him away, rolling on her side and curling up on fetal position on the bed, "just-just leave me alone."

Lucas moved away from her on the bed, but he didn't get up, watching her like a hawk. Eventually, the sobs stopped as Bella got knocked back, exhaustion taking her under.

There was a knock on the door and Lucas got up stiffly, cracking his neck. If it was Jon, he was going to wring his neck.

Except it wasn't, it was just Vin, holding a little cupcake, "I brought Bella her favorite."

"She's asleep," Lucas scoffed, moving away from the door to let his best friend in, "can you believe he called me selfish? That idiot?"

Vince shrugged, unbothered as he circled the bed to plant the cupcake near the bedside table on Bella's side and pushed a curl away from her face, "you're gonna wake her up, calm down."

"I'm going to kill him, that's what I'm gonna do," Luke decided, barging for the door, only for Vince to run after him and grab him by the back of his shirt.

"No, you're not. Leo's still sick, you're gonna stop being a prick yourself and sit the fuck down," Vin scoffed, dragging him back inside.

"He made her cry!"

"You helped!" Vince whisper yelled, shutting the door, pinching his nose bridge, "look, I know you're angry. I'd be too if I were in your shoes, but you can't just go deck Jon down. You're an adult, stop that, dude."

Lucas grumbled, crossing his arms and refusing to listen to reason, throwing Bella another anxious and guilty glare, "it's not fair she thinks it's her fault, Vince."

"I know, Luke, but punching Jon isn't gonna change that, it'll just make her feel worse," Vince sighed, sitting on the bed and tucking the blankets tighter around Bella. It caused Lucas' shoulder to drop, the gentle act of affection that Vince clearly wasn't thinking about.

They were his family, he didn't want to punch Jonah, even if he was furious at him. He certainly wasn't happy about Leo feeling sick either.

He settled back down on the chair, picking at to-go box of food, while Vince relaxed, now confident Luke wasn't about barge in the room two doors down.

Lucas was just about to calm down, when Bella stirred on the bed, fifteen minutes later. Vince moved as she lightly kicked him, letting out a groan and rolling on the bed, with a frown on.

"Bell?" Vin called, touching her arm, "you awake?"

She opened her eyes, confused, her brows meeting in a harsh frown, before sitting up suddenly and making a horrible choking noise... And throwing up all over her band t-shirt and the blankets on her lap.

"Fuck!" Vince lurched back, narrowly avoiding getting his arm covered in vomit since he was reaching to thump on her back. Lucas jumped up, circling the bed to grab the waste basket, but it was too late, the mess was made and chaos installed in the room.

"Shit," Luke cursed, holding the paper waste basket under her chin, while Vince moved on the bed to hold her hair back, tears starting to run down her cheek as Bella continued to heave.

"m'sorry-" she slurred, spitting a mouthful of acidic vomit inside the bin, wincing, "my head- my head'hurts..."

"Shhh, it's okay," Lucas whispered, rubbing her back, "it's alright, baby, don't worry about this."

"I made- made a mess," Bella coughed and Vince let out a little noise, bunching up her curls in one hand of his, twisting it in a knot.

"Don't worry about that, I'll take the blankets to the motel's laundry," he whispered, meeting Lucas concerned glare over her head.

"Yeah, I'm gonna help you out of this shirt, baby-" He glanced at Vince who nodded, getting up from the bed and moving to where Luke had unceremoniously dumped their bag hours before.

"Can it be one of yours?" he whispered, crouching down before the clothes and heard Luke's little "sure" as response.

Vince cringed as he fished out the shirt and could hear Bella whimpering and getting sick again, crying about how her head was exploding.

"Is this normal?" he asked, passing Luke the shirt and starting to peel off the ruined blankets from her lap, trying to avoid making a bigger mess.

"Yes... I don't know, I think so. The doctor wasn't very specific," Lucas said, still rubbing her back, "Bell, are you done?"

"I don't know," she groaned, voice echoing inside the bucket, "my stomach hurts."

"You don't think its a bug, is it?" he asked and she shook her head.

"No, everything... Everything just hurts, Luke..."

Vince successfully managed to get the blanket folded up and lifted it up, away from his body, "I'll be right back."

"C'mon, baby, let's get you cleaned up," Luke said, nodding to Vince and wrapping his wife's arms around his neck, lifting her up easily. He planted her sitting on the closed toilet, leaving the new shirt on top of the sink and carefully maneuvering the destroyed one off of her.

"This is so humiliating," Bella whimpered, curling up as Luke wiped her chin and mouth with a wad of toilet paper, "I'm tired, Luke..."

"You can slee-"

"No, I'm tired of this," Bella shook her head, "I'm tired of being sick and in pain, I'm- I'm tired. Please, make it stop..."

His heart squeezed and his eyes stung, causing Lucas to gulp against the knot in his throat, "babe, you're getting better, I promise you... "

"No, I can't, I can't do this anymore," Bella teared up all over again, "I'm so fucking exhausted and everything hurts and I- I made Leo sick and I hate this stupid trip and my stupid brain and-"

"Shhh, you're gonna make yourself sicker," Lucas interrupted, kissing her brow and carefully putting the new shirt over her head, "I know you're in pain, baby, but you have to know Leo wasn't your fault. None of this..."

"Except it fucking was," Bella scoffed, curling up on top of the toilet, hugging her knees to her chest, "I feel awful, Luke..."

There was a knock on the door, so Lucas rolled his eyes, jerking his head so he could yell "It's open!" to Vince, before looking back at her.

"No, it wasn't, Bell-"

"It was though," Bella insisted, a fresh new batch of tears running down her face, "Leo is sick and everything fucking hurts and I- I don't know what to do, I wish we were home..." she whimpered, clutching her head and Lucas flinched as he saw a thin line of blood start to run down her nose.

"We'll be home soon, baby," he said, while frantically rolling up more toilet paper, wiping the blood from under her nose, only for even more to continue to gush down.

"I don't... I don't feel well..." Bella mumbled, paling considerably and Lucas lurched, grabbing her by the shoulders before she could hit her head back against the metal flush.

"I got you, I got you-" except that he didn't. He was in way over his head, worried beyond logic and unsure of what to even do first. Bell's face white and clammy, her throat bobbing nervously as it looked she was about to throw up again, blood still gushing down her nose, covering her lip and her neck-

"Here," Jonah said, sidestepping him and holding a bunch of toilet paper under her nose, grabbing Bella's nose and squeezing the tip, while leaning her forward.

"Get the fuck out of here," Lucas scoffed, but there was no heat, he was too worried and too relieved it was Jon to give a shit.

"Shut up," Jonah kicked his thigh, then gestured for the trashcan, "get the bin, she's gonna be sick."

Lucas scrambled for it, holding it open just in time for Bella to let out yet another stream of vomit, barely gagging, sounding and looking out of it.

Jonah gagged, ducking his face in his shoulder and Luke ignored him, holding Bella's forehead.

"Shhh, get it up, baby..."

"I'mreally-" she burped again, choking in the sick, "m'reallyry-sorry..."

"I know, I know," he whispered, while Jonah let out a guilty whine above her head, rubbing her back.

"It's fine, don't think about it," he said, his voice a notch softer and Bella let out a groan, clutching the bin's edges until her knuckles turned white.

"Everything is spinning..."

"Bella, hey-" Lucas patted her cheek, "don't pass out, baby, open your eyes-"

"Luke," Jonah shook his head, his voice a whisper, "it's okay, she's okay," he said calmly, "I got her."

And he really did, because a second later Bella's spine gave up on her and her whole weight collapsed against Jon's leg. He cupped her head, crouching down to steady her on the seat and shoving Lucas out of the way.

"Let's get her lying down, feet up, it's probably just a blood pressure drop because of the nose bleed..."

If Lucas noticed just how his voice trembled, he didn't say anything. Together they managed to get Bella back in the bedroom, piling some pillows her under her legs to make the blood flow back up and then...

Then there was nothing to do.

Jonah moved uneasily, eyes darting from Bell to Luke and then back again, "I... I shouldn't have said that."

"I care about Leo," Lucas scoffed, at the same time as Jon spoke up.

Jonah let out a groan, rubbing his face, "yeah, I know, I'm just pissed off-"

"And I'm just pissed because you're not being fair with her," Lucas pouted, "if it's on anyone, it's on me. You know I was the one who asked Leo to tag along, not Bell."

"Because of Bella."

"I'm still the one who said it, so at least be pissed at me, not her."

Jonah let out a scoff, rolling his eyes, "I'm always pissed at you, Lucas, there's no difference there."

Luke snorted, carefully combing his fingers through Bella's hair, avoiding the stitches, "how's Leo?"

"Knocked out, still sick, dehydrated. Wendy got him some good drugs though, so I'm hopeful he'll feel better soon..."

An awkward silence followed and they both avoided each other's eyes, before Lucas huffed, "I'm sorry, this trip was a stupid idea."

"It wasn't," Jonah shook his head, "but bad fucking timing..." he sat on the edge of the bed, "I didn't mean to make her cry, I swear I didn't."

Luke raised his eyebrows, unimpressed, "well, you did."

"I'll apologize to her," Jonah promised, his pride be damned. Luke sighed, nodding.

"Fine, if you apologize to her."

"If you apologize to Leo for making him come."

"I didn't make him come."

"Lucas," Jonah glared at him and the other man pouted, nodding again.

"Fine, I'll apologize."

#your honor they're siblings #isabella martinez #leo wagner #carsickness #car sickness #head injury #concussion #emeto #sickfic #mywriting

[oddballwriter]

Dwelling in the Night, Part Six: Closer Encounters

Series Masterlist

Summary: A close encounter with the last type of people you would want to run into leaves you shaken and makes you want to redo how you do things. On top of that it leads to other things that you don't like doing regarding a close friend. Your new means of life leads you to having to bid another friend goodbye, but that just ends up being another encounter without you fully realizing it. 

Warnings: The reader is a vampire, so they do things like consume blood and the like. Reader is attacked by vampire hunters and gets injured in the process and also is shaken with fear from the encounter. This wasn't on purpose but the encounter with Steven in one part makes it sound like the reader is possibly hurting themselves (this is NOT true), so be aware of that. Steven follows around the reader as MK to make sure that they're safe. 

Author’s Snip: Wrote this in one sitting, let's goooo!

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 2250

The supply of blood bags from the stranger in the driver hat was very generous, regardless of whether it was for kindness or to just keep you fed for the sake of the preservation of Steven or Moon Knight's safety from what might happen if you go hungry. But that supply was low now. You trusted that he would give you more like promised, but you decided to use that as a backup strategy for droughts and wanted to go catch your own food.

It did sound more ethical to have the stranger supply you, but you had a feeling that it was a tedious task for him to get you more. Also, you weren't sure how he was getting them himself. You're hoping that he's been pulling a heist at blood banks and not stealing it from people directly.

Donning your signature black coat, pants, boots, and gloves, you head out under the cover of the black night sky to the alleys.

It's slow at the beginning. There are no criminals around, just the occasional passerby using the alleys as shortcuts, a person using some of the crevices as shelter or two. You just watch from your place in the shadows, moving along unseen when nothing turns up.

It's later in the night when you see a sketchy-looking guy walking around. You hadn't thought much about him, believing him to be just another passerby, wearing a big hoodie with the hood pulled up. It was cold out after all. But this had to be the third time you saw him, wandering and looking about. So you choose to follow him from the shadows and merge with them whenever he turns around to not be seen. You didn't want to jump the gun yet in case he was just lost, this place is practically a labyrinth to those not paying attention or drunk, and in case he was a potential threat, you following him wouldn't scare him off.

You were thinking about maybe leaving him be, the tailing becoming boring and turning up nothing, till he reaches a potential exit out but instead of taking it he slinks into a corner upon seeing a woman coming into the alley through that way. He pulls a pocket knife out of the hoodie's pocket.

Never mind then.

You merge into the shadows and slip into the dark, waiting for him to strike to make your move.

The girl rounds the corner and the guy moves toward her brandishing his knife to her. He shoves her against to wall and that's when you reach out to grab him.

You expect the typical struggle of dragging him away into the shadows but he pulls out a small sharpened piece of wood from inside his hoodie and makes an attempt to jab you. It rips the sleeve of your coat and cuts your arm. You release him and recoil in pain, making the same hissing scream. The burning pain disorientates you for a bit but you catch both the guy and now that the girl, who now has a wooden weapon of her own, trying to stake you again. You barely bodge their attempt to hit you in the heart but not enough for them to completely miss. They manage to land a hit on your hand and other arm.

It's clear to you what these people are. Hunters. You know that some would come at some point but you weren't expecting something like this.

You know you can't handle a two-on-one, especially since they've already gotten a few hits on you. So you make a dash for it. This part of the alley is especially dark, you know they can't see your face, so you just run. If you can get out of their sights around here you can merge with the shadows again and escape. That's easier said than done though because they give chase with one of them yelling "Don't let it get away!". You curse your luck for not having the ability of speed, if that's a thing vampires can even have rather than it just being in the movies. But for now, you have to hope for your luck being in being faster than these two.

The turns that you suddenly take are jarring to you, but you hope that they are for the duo too. You manage to create a combo that actually gets them away from you for a while, you keep running and taking corners but there's a drop in your chest when you realize you're at a dead end with no manhole to slip down into to escape int the sewers like you usually do for exits, and you hear the two hunters catching up.

You look around for something to aid you. You can't run out, they will see you and give chase again.

Looking up, you see the fire escape of a building and a dumpster. Bingo! You leap onto the dumpster and to the base of the fire escape steps, dashing up just in time for the duo to turn the corner, unable to catch you.

Reaching the very top of the building via adrenalin, you stop and collapse onto the roof floor. You're left shaking from the fear of the encounter and the pain of the injuries you sustained.

They burn. Usually, you could heal yourself from any other injury using the blood you had stored in your body, but when it came to wood, you couldn't do that. It stayed like a normal wound and hurt even worse.

You stand back up with still shaking legs and look up at the sky checking what time of night it would be, guessing that it would be around two a.m. Checking down below, you can't find the hunters anywhere close. There's time to find a way to the sewers and walk the path back to the one just outside of your flat's building.

When you do, you just barely make it back to the safety of your flat. Once there you tend to your wounds. Wrapping them in bandage wrap. You may not bleed or lose blood from your wounds, but it didn't look good when you had deep, open, unbleeding wounds.

You dread the questions that Steven will ask. You know he's going to worry like he did when he was the scratch on their face from the time a regular person got you with a piece of wood. Or when there was blood on your hand that was actually from someone else, and when you accidentally tipped over your shelf when coming back from hunting.

There was also the dread that hunters were now, most likely here just for you since you were the only possible vampire running around or even here in town.

Maybe you do need Cabbie now. It would be safer for you. At least till these hunters were gone. If they ever do.

You manage to grab a piece of paper and pen, scribbling your request for more blood bags and placing it where he instructed you to so that he can see it.

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Long sleeves can only cover up so much. Steven's heart nearly stopped when he saw the bandages peak out when you reached for something while hanging out in his flat.

"What happened to you?!" Steven fretted.

You had nothing. There was nothing that could explain why you had bandages on your hand and forearms that wasn't the truth.

"Something happened," you say, "I'm patched up though. Don't worry." you try to explain. "Not worry?" Steven remarked before breathing out your name in a concerned tone, "You have something happen almost every time I see you banged up in some kind of way." he claims. "How can I not worry?" Steven says.

"Does it hurt?" Steven asks as he slowly reaches for your arms. "They do." you mutter as you draw back.

"What happened?" Steven asks again softly, "If something's wrong you can just tell me. I won't judge if something is going on-" he assures, but you interrupt him, "I don't want to talk about it." you says. "I... you don't need to worry. It was an accident." you speak hesitantly. Steven just says and nods, "Okay.".

"But you really worry me." Steven comments with sincere concern. "I would hate for something bad to happen to you. You already worry me so much." Steven softly says taking a a hold of your hand.

You look up towards him, "I'm sorry about that." you apologize. You sigh, "There's a lot of things I would like to tell you...". You clear your throat, feeling yourself choke up. "I wish I could tell you it all but it's... complicated." you admit.

Steven offers a pained smile, "I understand." he replies. "There are some things I wish I could tell you too, but they're also pretty... tough to talk about and explain." he confesses.

You nod in understanding but hurts you to see him like this. You really wish you could explain everything, to tell him the truth, about everything, and not constantly tell white lies or make up some type of fake explanation for something. As much as a part of you condemns you, Steven was your friend. The only one you've had for years upon years. Lying to him hurt just as much as the thought of losing him did.

Maybe, if there's a chance, you could tell him. And he wouldn't be scared and run for the hills. That would easy some of the pain you felt inside regarding having grown attached to him.

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It was Steven's goal to make sure that you were okay now. He was always worried about you from the start, but after finding the bandages on you and having that whole conversation with you he was really worried. He didn't want to grill you about it. You had said that you didn't want to talk about it and he was willing to respect that.

He settled in checking on you more often when he had the body. Coming over or inviting you to his flat. Ask if you had eaten already, which you always did. Asking how well you slept, how you felt, how you're doing.

That's what he did when he was him. But he did more when he had the body during the night on patrols.

It might have been a bit much, but he kept an eye out for you during the night, making sure that if you went out you were safe. However, he found that you never actually left your flat even at night either. Which only added to his list of concerns.

However, Steven could have sworn that he saw you, or the back of you this time in the alleys. He wasn't thinking when he went in them. The only thing really crossing his mind was the fact that this was the alley where the Silhouette did their work since criminals hung out around there, and he didn't want you getting hurt. Steven roamed for a while, but at a certain point, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

"Nice change of outfit, friend." nearly scared him to death as the voice came from nowhere in a haunting echo. He looked around quickly, landing on a pair of eyes dimly glowing in the dark in the head part of a silhouette. "Though, if you're trying to have me not recognize you, it's a shitty disguise. I can tell it's you as soon as I see you." the Silhouette comments.

Steven straightens himself up, trying to shake off the scared feeling he has upon actually seeing and hearing this person for the first time "It would be wouldn't it?" he mutters under his breath.

"I'm not here for witty banter though, Moon Knight." they say. "I actually came looking for you so that I could give you some... news." they explain with a pause between their last words.

Steven quirked his brow.

That voice. He recognizes that voice.

"I need to stop this. As it turns out, my work has brought some 'unwanted attention' to me. It's not safe for me to be out anymore. But, I wanted to give you a goodbye since I feel like we've had some fun in talking when we run into each other." they claim.

Why do they sound so much like you?

"Don't worry about the public though. I've found a more ethical way of eating that doesn't involve harming anybody." they add.

Steven finally focuses on them upon seeing that they're waiting for a response. "Right on." he says giving a meek thumbs up. The Silhouette looks confused having heard what he just said before speaking, "Right.". They recollect their thoughts and look back to him.

"Well. Maybe we'll see each other again and not even know it. We always seem to find each other." they say with a smile in their tone. "Take care of my alleys for me." they conclude before slipping back into the shadows like they always do.

Steven stood there for a moment, struck with a lot of thoughts about the interaction. It all felt so strange. It sounded like he was talking to you. But it could be. He saw you coming in, yes, but that could have been you. It didn't feel like you. There's no way that haunting voice was yours, you didn't sound like that.

But it still felt so eerily familiar.

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #vampire reader #vampire!reader #vampire au

[waxingonandoff]

Midnight Rain| J.CxGN!Reader.

submit: anonymous.

“would you be open to writing a Johnny cade x gn!reader fic where maybe it's storming really badly so reader let's Johnny stay the night at their house?? maybe they're just friends and end up confessing to one another or something :00 (bonus points if Johnny ends up wearing readers' hoodie bc his jacket got wet 🤭)”

warnings: fluff, kissing, mentions of abuse.

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it was a stormy night in tulsa, but i enjoyed nights like this, i love the rain, and the cold. as i’m laying down in my room reading a book i hear a knock on my door, and i knew exactly who it was.

i walk up to my door, shivering a tiny bit since the windows were open and the cold came into the house, i answered the door seeing my best friend, and the boy i’ve been in love with since i was 12, johnny cade.

johnnys like a lost puppy, that’s how the gang and i described him. he’s been kicked around his whole life, though i never knew why. johnny was the sweetest boy i think i’ve ever met, an real gentleman.

“hey john, what’s the matter?” i ask seeing a hurt look on his face, it pains me to see him so sad. “hey y/n, it’s nothin’ just the old man bein’ a pain again is all.” he says with his hands in the pockets of his soaked jean jacket, kicking the ground.

i look at him with sadness in my eyes, he didn’t have to say much for me to know what happend back at home. his old man always hassled him for no apparent reason.

“well, don’t just stand there johnny, please come inside.” he looks at me with a slight hint of guilt, “are you sure? i don’t really wanna bother y’all, maybe i shouldn’t of came here.”

johnny was always one to feel bad for everyone, he would be bleeding out and still try and find a way to blame it on himself.

“johnny don’t be silly, you know you’re always welcome inside my home, besides it’s just me anyways, folks are out of town for a few days.”

he looks hesitant, but he walks through the door, taking off his shoes and jacket as soon as the door shuts. “i’m sorry i just popped up over here so out of nowhere, i just didn’t know who else to go to.”

i look at him sympathetically, I really don’t understand how Johnny thinks he could be such a bother, his parents get into his head too much.

“you ain’t bothering me non honey, stay right here and i’ll get you some new clothes, yeah?” he smiles softly at me. “thanks y/n.” i smile back. “no problem johnny cakes.”

I walked back into my room, grabbing a hoodie and sweatpants for the cold boy. I don’t worry about size because Johnny is very small for his age, even though he’s 16 he looks 12. Not certainly a bad thing though, it’ll come in handy when he’s older. 

I walked back into my living room seeing Johnny sitting on the couch, shivering a bit “ hey, I got the clothes for you.” I say, handing him the clothes. “thanks y/n, i appreciate it” he gets up and walks to the bathroom down the hall to change.

once he gets out of the bathroom, I ask him if he’s hungry and if he wants me to whip him up something very quickly, I really don’t mind, I never minded when it came to Johnny.

after some laughing and joking and longing looks he speaks up. “thanks again y/n, i really do appreciate you letting me borrow your clothes and letting me stay here.” I look up at him from the kitchen table and just smile at him “no need to thank me Johnny, It really doesn’t bother me none. besides we all know i have the best clothes and food.” i smile while admiring johnny.

he laughs a little bit, i love his smile, he doesn’t do it very often but when he does he can make a whole city light up. once he finishes eating and i finish cleaning up, we both head to bed.

it was never weird sleeping in the same bed as him, i’ve known him since i was 12, and even though i have feelings for him, it never bothered us any.

he tucks himself in the bed, laying his head on my chest while i run my hands through his hair, it’s quite, all i can hear is his breathing, and the raindrops on the windows.

he hums softly, his face in my neck, i can feel him hesitating to say something.

“y’know, i really appreciate you doing all this for me y/n, i know i say it a lot but i can’t tell you how much i really mean it” i smile softly while listing to the boy, i always loved how sweet he was. “no problem john, i enjoy taking care of you, it makes me happy knowing you’re safe and fed. especially if it’s from me.” i giggle a little and he smiles.

he looks at me with a look i cannot describe, like love and care and maybe confusion.

he released a shaky breath then looks up at me. “i love you y/n.” my heart beats faster as he says that, but i know he just means it as a friend, so i don’t think much.

“i love you more johnny cake.” i say, still ruining my hands though his hair. “no, I don’t mean it in a friendly way, I really do love you y/n. you’re always there for me. You’re always taking care of me, you’re always making sure I’m okay, always making sure that I’m safe. we could be in a room with 200 people and you’ll still find a way to get to me just to ask if I’m okay and if I ate something. I’ve never received love like the way I receive it with you. I’ve loved you since the day you saw me at the lot and brought me an apple and a water. It wasn’t much but it showed that you cared. I’ve loved you ever since you found me after the soc’s jumped me, and you made sure to patch me up once we got back to the Curtis’s. i love you, y/n with all my heart. you mean so much to me.”

my eyes are wide, and my jaw was on the ground. i can’t believe what he just said, was this a dream? if it was i never wanna wake up.

“johnny, I love you too with my whole heart. I’ve loved you since we were 12 years old. I’ve loved you since we played football together when we were 13 and dallas tackled me and you were the first person to rush to me and make sure i was okay, i’ve loved you since we worked on that stupid project in school together for 2 weeks and still got a C on it, i love you johnny cade, and i always will.”

His smile was so wide and bright, the smile i’ve loved since i was 12, the smile that makes my whole world stop. the smile that on a bad day could flip it around and make it a great one.

he leans in to me slowly, his eyes fluttering shut. i close my eyes, screaming on the inside with pure joy, i can’t believe this really is happening. his lips crash onto mine, they’re chapped but soft at the same time, he tasted like cigarettes and mint gum, he was slow and passionate, didn’t rush anything. didn’t try to over step or make me feel uncomfortable. it was the best kiss i’ve ever experienced. his hands cup my cheeks, they’re calloused and ruff. we pull away from the kiss, gasping for air.

“that was amazing.” he said smiling. there it is again. God, i’ll never get sick of that smile. ever. “was it? i think we should do it again just incase.” i say smirking a bit. “i think we should.” johnny says smiling and pulling me down on his chest.

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guys this took my so long😭😭 hope y’all enjoyed it i love johnny sm🩷🩷🥹🥹

#the outsiders #johnny cade one shot #johnny cade imagine #johnny cade the outsiders #johnny cade #i love this boy

[kitschykiss]

Analogy

I wanted to share an analogy for understanding what its like to live with chronic illness that I read in a comment on Reddit recently, in my own words.

Imagine you go to a restaurant with a friend. You sit down together and both order the same soup dish. Your friend's soup is brought out with a spoon, and yours, with a fork.

The waiter is no longer in sight, so you can't ask for a different utensil. If you lift the bowl, the contents will spill.

You make your best effort to use the fork to eat the soup. Eventually, the motion becomes tiring, and your efforts become even more taxing on you. You start to lose interest in trying to eat the soup because it's so difficult, but you keep trying.

Your friend has long since finished their soup, and you've barely managed to eat any of yours.

Eventually, you give up, because the task became too tiring and/or painful to continue.

Your soup is now cold, and you go hungry.

You still have to pay the bill.

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I want to emphasize to any readers without a chronic illness that your patience and understanding toward people like me, or to people with other disabilities or ailments, is such an important thing.

For this reason, it can be helpful for chronically ill, generally ill, or disabled people to use analogies to help their loved ones understand how they're feeling.

I think I speak for many chronically ill people in saying that we don't expect healthy people to completely understand how we feel, we wouldn't wish for that!

But the effort and empathy demonstrated simply by trying is worth so much. It's humanising.

#chronic illness #tw #fibromyalgia #diary