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genderfluid-insomniac · 1 month

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Macaque and Wukong x reader (separately) ending up in situations where they’re completely tangled in rope

A/N: I wrote this on the plane as it took off and had previously been hopping around from airport to airport for more than 24 hours. I only got around 3ish hours of sleep by sleeping in the airport chairs and on the plane with occasional free falls thanks to the weather when flying.

so sorry if this is shit or has tons of grammar issues later since I feel like a husk and running on autopilot

This is somewhat suggestive

Macaque

You’d just gotten a call from Macaque as you were on a break with little words being spoken from him and only heard “Fuck! Come help me with the ropes- Shit!”. That’s all that you heard before it got cut off and it did slightly worry you since your lover rarely seemed that distressed unless he was genuinely in need of help. Your bag was already packed thanks to keeping it closed so you could have an easy check out at the end of your shift. The other coworker on your shift gave you a wink and thumbs up when you told them about your dilemma, promising they could cover for you for an hour or two.

Before both of you had left for your jobs, Macaque said he was going to be in the theatre tweaking the mechanics of the lights and that information paired with what he said gave you a good idea of what happened. Your theory was confirmed when you walked into the lobby and called out his name, hearing the shadow demon yell back that he was in the theatre’s backstage area. “Macaque? What happened? I got your vague cry for help!” You yelled and tried to hold back laughter when you saw him completely tangled in ropes, looking bored out of his mind and tired. Mostly likely from thrashing to get out of it if you had to guess.

His thighs were tangled in rope that already had knots in it and one of his legs was folded back against itself while the other was mainly tied at his knee and held up. You walked closer to him and brushed your fingers over the ropes, mentally trying to work out where to start and wondering if grabbing a table to let him lay on it would be better so the ropes aren’t strained. There were several ways he could get out even without using his powers so why didn’t he just cut the ropes or something?

“Why didn’t you just cut the ropes? That would’ve saved the time of calling me and giving you more time to work.” You chastised him and only received an unimpressed glare from your lover. He gestured up to the ceiling with his head and of course most of those ropes controlled different parts of the theatre, starting to understand why that wasn’t an option.

“I would’ve but then I’d have to risk some of the stage lights landing on my head or damaging the stage. That’s assuming no one else is in here.” He said with a dry tone and shot you a look saying “Get me out of here now and I won’t punish you.” However, it seemed like he didn’t have a place to call the shots, and for once you could be one in control. You ran your fingers up the ropes leading to his groin and pulled away with a small hiss coming from your boyfriend. “Who says I can’t have a little fun with you now?” You whispered.

Sun Wukong

So you didn’t exactly get a call from Wukong but more like MK called (making the comment that whatever he needed help with was weird since his astral projection looked strange) you saying that Monkey King needed your help with something and wouldn’t disclose what apparently to his successor. This call didn’t last long since you guessed he called you while he was driving since all you heard was a car horn and a curse coming from him. If you had to guess your boyfriend had probably gotten himself into some trouble seeing as he told you to help him and he didn’t tell MK what happened. Probably to try and maintain his impressive image as his mentor; he’d have to do something absolutely terrible like kick an innocent puppy or something.

After thanking Sandy for a lift since getting to that damn mountain was so hard and at some points it was tiring but you were “forbidden” from trying to leave for his mountain in case you got hurt which is when the great sage would come to you. Speaking of, some of the monkeys recognized you from the many times you came here to visit Wukong and followed you up to the entrance of his treasure room or rather his “hoarding room”. As you walked in there wasn’t anything out of the norm but there really wasn’t anything you could see given home fucking large this room was and-

Nevermind. The glowing shiny rope hanging from the ceiling with various things caught in it was certainly what you were looking for and yes that was your mystic monkey strewn about. “Sun, what did you do or touch this time?” You said with a sigh while some of his siblings climbed the nearest pillar to poke the rope curiously. He sputtered and looked away from you. “What?! No! I didn’t do anything. I just um wanted to see you since it’s been so long since I last saw you.” He nervously said and then stopped his next sentence from coming out since you both had seen each other not even 24 hours ago. At this, you turned around with a carefree smile and waved at him.

“If that’s all then I’ll see you tonight for movie night at my place. Bye-” You said in a sing-song tone before turning around knowing you’d probably get about 5 feet from the entrance before he yelled at you to come back. You laughed as you walked back over trying to gauge how high he was up and not hiding the amused grin on your face seeing how done with your mocking he was. He’d do the same too if not worse so it was karma. “So remind me why you can’t get out?” You asked and looked around hoping to find something climbable since there was no way he owned a ladder. “Well, I could but other magical items or artifacts are tied up here with me and I don’t know what they’ll do if they fall with me. I’ve also tried getting out for an hour now. and nothing’s worked.”

He mumbled the last part and you carefully climbed up a nearby rock hill as he continued to talk. Whenever you tried to figure out which place to start from you got momentarily distracted by the sight of your lover tied up in a precarious position, the main ropes tied around his torso all scattered about and the other wrapping tightly around his ankle. So his left leg was lifted high while the other was loosely hanging and rope tied some part of his hands to his lower right ankle near his back. It was hard to keep your eyes off of Sun even if you were both together especially now since he was somewhat helpless.

Apparently, you had been staring too long because he’d caught where your eyes were and smiled cheekily. “Well, aren’t you going to act on those thoughts of yours because this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, sunshine?” He teased.

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freyyzu · 1 year

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I LOVE YOU’S

In which there are a thousand ways to tell you “I love you,” but saying it is still my favorite.

a/n; because i love them. and also because every time they say “i love you,” in-game i start kicking and screaming from embarrassment. not proof-read or edited because it’s too long and i wanted to be done already aksjd

LUCIFER —

Lucifer has always been openly honest with how he feels for you.

Words of appreciation aren’t considered strangers in your relationship, and there’s not a day that passes by where they’re not exchanged.

Simple ‘thank you’s when you hand one another an extra pen or paper.

Brief kisses and ‘good morning’s when you pass each other in the hallways of the House of Lamentation.

Gentle reminders to ‘sleep well,’ when you know there’s a long day ahead tomorrow.

He’s always been a person reserved in showing you physical affection in public, but you know more than anyone that he cares more deeply than he’ll allow anyone to see.

Lucifer was used to working for long hours, oftentimes going the whole day without leaving his room — today just so happened to be one of those days.

It’s late evening when he finishes going through all the papers that have piled on his desk. A full 24 hours without running into any of his brothers or even taking a break to eat.

It’s strange, he thinks. Typically when he works he could still hear the ruckus outside. Whether that be Levi chasing down Mammon for not paying him back for something or Satan yelling at Beel to stop clearing out the kitchen before any of them have time to cook a proper meal.

With curious steps, he makes his way downstairs, hoping to see what his brothers are up to and sneak in a late night snack whilst he was at it. To his surprise, the only thing he finds is an empty, quiet house, and you standing in the kitchen preparing a tray of food.

“Ah, Lucifer!” The way your expression lights up upon seeing him makes it feel as if all the stress from the past few hours have melted away. “Are you done with your work? I was just about to bring you something to eat since you missed out on your meals.”

Lucifer doesn’t find the need to respond, or perhaps he’s simply too tired to, all he does is walk over to your side and wraps his arms around your waist. Immediately, he feels your hand come up to rest on his head, gently rustling his hair.

“You did good today.”

“Mmhm.” He eases into your touch, “I love you.”

Your laughter tickles his hands, “I love you as well. Now c’mon, you gotta eat. I’m sure you must be starving.”

MAMMON —

There’s never a day in which Mammon wouldn’t deny being in love with you.

He’s lucky that you find it endearing above all else, otherwise he would’ve suffered a few bruises already.

Because he finds it difficult to tell you how much he loves you, he decides it’s probably best to show you, instead.

He holds your hand on the walk to RAD, making sure to tell you that it’s simply ‘for your protection,’ even though you both know you’re more than capable of handling yourself now.

That cake you had offhandedly mentioned wanting to try shows up in front of your door the next day along with a very embarrassed demon holding on to it, claiming how he ‘just so happened to get lucky,’ even though the lines for the bakery are known to span for three hours long.

Mammon can’t seem to focus.

Perhaps it was the boring lesson plans that he had to get through, or maybe it was Lucifer’s threat of once again stringing him from the ceiling if he failed another test looming over his head, but the demon’s thoughts were only fixated on you. You, who’s currently sitting right beside him, pointing at blurry words on a page and spouting nonsense about some history notes he’s going to forget three seconds later.

“And so… Mammon?” You look up at him curiously. “If you’re tired we can—”

“I love you.”

The words leave his lips before he could even process he was saying it, or even why he was saying it. There’s nothing romantic about your situation right now. There are papers scattered all across your coffee table, eraser shavings lost within your carpet, and three books open, none of which he has paid attention to. If anything, this was the absolute worst moment he could’ve picked to say that phrase.

You blink.

And then he blinks.

You turn red.

And then he turns red.

“Ah…”

“AHHHHH,” he covers his face, flailing his hand wildly. “Ignore that! I didn’t say anything!”

He’s ready to get up and run out of the room, failing the test and being strung up again be damned, if not for you grabbing his arm and preventing him from moving anywhere.

“Say it again,” you insist, leaning in closer and giving him your best puppy-dog eyes, ones that you know he can’t resist saying ‘no,’ to. He caves, as you were sure he would, “I… I love you. I love ya’ lots, okay?!”

If smiles could reach past the eyes, he was sure yours would. “I love ya’ lots, too, Mammon.”

LEVI —

Levi would rather hide in his room for a hundred years than ever say that he loves you.

Of course, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to, but every time he tries he chickens out.

Thankfully, you have the patience of a saint, and he couldn’t be more grateful that you haven’t tried to pry those three words out of him (yet).

Still, Levi does what he can to show you he cares in his own way. Whether that be buying games of your favorite genre, or binging your favorite series just so he has more things to talk with you about, anything else will do.

Though it makes him feel extra bad whenever you say it so easily and he’s left to be a stuttering mess.

Levi sucks in a deep breath.

He hardens his nerves, counts to three, and then tries his best to vocalize how he feels. “I…” He pauses, eye twitching from nervousness. “I- I- I CAN’T DO IT!”

A loud groan escapes his lips as he crouches onto the floor of his bedroom, covering his face with his hands from embarrassment. He’s been at this for days now, looking at Henry through the tank and trying with every nerve in his body to just get those three words up and out of his throat to no avail.

Every time he thinks he’s going to get it your face pops up and instantly all his confidence disappears into thin air.

Levi sucks in another deep breath.

One more time, just one more time, he’ll get it this time.

If there was ever a time for the phrase “fake it ‘til you make it,” to be used, this would be the time. With newfound confidence, he pushes himself up to his feet again and stares directly at Henry, who looks back curiously.

“I-” he scrunches up his face and forces the words lodged in his throat out in a tiny squeak. “I love you.” It’s so quiet, and he barely manages to get your name out afterward, but he did it!

He did it!!

He—!

“I love you too, Levi!”

“AKJSDHJKSFGFGKJ????!?!”

“Wow, I didn’t know you could vocalize a keysmash like that.” You’re laughing, he’s on the floor, face completely red and regretting all his life choices, and you’re laughing. “Sorry for entering without your permission, but I tried knocking a few times and no one answered.”

The best thing you could do for him right now is to stay away, get out of his room even, while he waits for the floor to consume him whole, but instead, you walk towards him, stopping just inches away from his face.

“I couldn’t hear you very well the first time. Could you say it again?”

SATAN —

If simply being in one another’s company and enjoying each other’s presence is considered a way of saying ‘I love you,’ then no one does it better than Satan.

He doesn’t really find the need to say the words very much, but when he does, it’s filled with so much softness and care.

He’ll also say it the most when it’s just the two of you, away from prying eyes.

It’s something special, only for your ears, something only you get to hear.

The best moments in life are the ones where you get to spend them with your loved ones, and for Satan, it was no different; a book in his hand, you in his arms, a blanket thrown loosely to cover your legs as your head rests on his shoulder.

It's been two hours now, two hours of uninterrupted reading time — no brothers barging in his room looking for you, no text messages blowing up his notifications, no uninvited guests knocking on the doors of the House of Lamentation — there wasn’t much else he could ask for right now.

“‘And so, the man looks at the person standing in front of him, the person he’s respected and cared for the most in the world, and holds out a hand. Whatever it is that you need, whether it be riches, luck, or power, I’ll be there to deliver it right into your hands.’”

You shift in his arms, and he pauses his reading for only a moment to make sure you’re comfortable before continuing.

“‘And what if I said that the only thing I desire right now was neither riches, nor luck, nor power, but happiness — happiness with you? What would you deliver unto me, then?’”

“‘I would tell you then that I love you. That I would deliver to you: me. Mind, body, and soul.’”

Satan chuckles, “you stole my line.”

You smile, blinking up at him innocently. “Then just say it again.”

His eyes scan over the words once more, “I would tell you then,” he places the book down and cups your cheeks, pressing your foreheads together, his steady gaze holding onto yours. “That I love you. That I would deliver to you: me. Mind, body, and soul.”

ASMO —

No one tells you that they love you more than Asmo does. To him, saying he loves you is just another ring thrown into an endless pool of compliments.

‘You look so cute today!’ He’ll tell you the moment he spots you with a new outfit on. ‘Are you using a new lipstick?’ He notices every small change that you make to your appearance.

It makes you undeniably happy, of course, but it also makes it hard to differentiate from when he’s just being from when he’s being genuine.

Though if you ask him about it, he’ll be more offended than you could ever imagine. Everything he says to you is genuine, how could you ever think otherwise?

There’s been something strained about your relationship with Asmo lately, and unfortunately for him, he can’t seem to figure out what it is.

His compliments don’t have much of an effect anymore. The cute blush you seem to always adorn when he tells you how cute you look doesn’t appear, and every time he gives you a kiss he sees for a fraction of a section that a frown adorns your lips.

“Now, will you please tell me what it is that I’m doing that’s making you sad? I can’t bare to see you frowning anymore.”

Today, he plans to get to the bottom of it — and the first step was to corner you.

You’re laying on his bed with him on top of you, arms caging you in to prevent you from running off. Still, the both of you know full well that if you really had any intention on escaping then you could easily use your pact.

“I just…” You break away from his gaze, embarrassed, mumbling something incoherent under your breath.

“One more time?”

You turn even redder, “I don’t know… what it is you really like about me.”

Asmo blinks.

What do you mean you don’t know what he likes about you? Does he not tell you every day in full detail? So much so that his brothers would actively complain about how annoying and overbearing he is? He sits up, and pulls you forward to face him.

“I love your eyes,” he begins, “I love how they light up every time you get excited about something. I love your personality, how kind you are to everyone, even if they won’t show that same kindness back. I love your determination, how you never give up even when things don’t go your way.” He reaches out to cup both of your cheeks. They’re warm. “I love how rosy your cheeks get whenever I compliment you.”

“I-” you stutter, and his grin widens. “I think I get it now, please stop!”

“Stop?” He muses, “but what about my compliments? I think I deserve that much after you’ve been avoiding me for a week now!”

You glare at him, no doubt just wanting to end this conversation already. “I love you.”

Oh, that’s just unfair. You can’t just pull the ‘I love you,’ card out on him like that and get away scot free — but you do, and he lets you. “I love you, too, cutie!” The both of you once again crash onto the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around your neck. “Don’t you ever forget that!”

BEEL —

If you looked up the definition of ‘gentle giant,’ in the dictionary, Beel’s face would appear.

Despite his larger stature, there’s no one more willing to lend you a helping hand, whether you really need it or not. He just wants to make your life a little bit easier.

To Beel, ‘I love you’s don’t need to have any special meaning behind them. He simply says it because he wants to, whether you’re doing mundane things, or going through something eventful.

He just wants to remind you from time-to-time, and you enjoy doing the same.

“You aren’t mad at me?”

“Hm?” Beel hums, glancing at you, resting on his back. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I made you leave fangol practice early?”

His thumb absentmindedly brushes over your thighs, shifting you into a slightly more secure position (not like he would let you fall either way). “It wasn’t your fault.” If anything it was his.

“Really?”

“Really.”

He was the one who had gotten distracted in the middle of their practice match and turned right as he threw the ball and ended up almost hitting you in the face. Thankfully you had stepped out of the way in time, but ended up tripping over the bench and sprained your ankle, leading Beel to call off early to take care of you and help you back home.

You had insisted that you were okay and that just a bit of ice and bandages would be enough, but he insisted. With his genuine concern in wanting to help, and the notion that he might’ve been the one caused you to get hurt, there was no way you could have denied him.

And so, here you were, arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you back to the House of Lamentation, piggyback style.

There’s a rumble on his back, and he hears your quiet giggles. “Thank you for always taking such good care of me, I love you, Beel.” Your thanks are followed by a quick beck to the back of his head, and he wishes he could just move you into a different position right now and return the favor.

Unfortunately, he can’t without risking further injury to your leg, and so he settles for pressing a kiss to the side of your arm. “Of course I do, I love you after all.”

BELPHIE —

Will tease the living daylights out of you to show his affection.

If you want him to say ‘I love you,’ you’re gonna have to jump through three rings of fire and let him use you has a pillow for minimum three days first.

Even then, he’ll only say it if he’s in the mood, and probably after you’ve already fallen asleep so you can’t hear it.

“What do you mean? I already told you yesterday,” he’s having way too much fun with this. “When? While you were asleep, of course.”

“You’re terrible.”

He chuckles at your comment, simply basking in the way your hands brush through his hair.

So what if its been two weeks of him teasing you just for you to finally hear him say that he loves you? It was fun (to him) and that’s all that matters. Besides, it wasn’t as if he’s never said it before, he just wanted to make it a little game this time around.

“You say that, but here you are.”

“Well,” you brush a strand of hair away from his nose. “Even if you are an ass this feels nice for me as well so it’s okay.”

“So it’s alright for me to never say it again?” He teases, knowing it’ll just push your buttons further.

“Don’t push your luck.”

It’s the dead of the night when you finally fall asleep and somehow, Belphie was still awake. He pokes your cheek, stifling his laughter when you shift uncomfortably and mumble something akin to ‘that tickles’ before proceeding to bury yourself further into his chest.

He likes this, he thinks. It’s fun to tease you, and it’s even more fun knowing that you’re just playing along with him when you could full-well just use your pact to make him say it already. Though, he’s sure that if he mentions that you’ll retaliate saying it’s more genuine to hear him say it without using the pact.

“I love you.” He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

You don’t need to know he’s been saying it every night.

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kthecutest · 4 months

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hi yūka! i hope you're doing fine ♡ could i request a headcanon about husband!k? soft and hard thoughts if possible 🤭 thank you!

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Pairing : Husband!k x Wife!f!reader Genre : SFW & NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ New Year gift for my lovelies ₊˚⊹♡

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Morning Routines : First of all, let’s start with morning routines. Before you both decided to tie the knot, Ej always warned you, “Gurlie, if you get married to this man, the job of waking him in the morning – it’s yours now” and well you never took it seriously. Until now that is, “Kei! C’mon! wake uppp! Your manager is blowing up the phoneee!!!” your yelling is doing barely any damage to your half-asleep husband who’s still squirming and fidgeting around in his bed. “Honey.. five more..” – “no no! No five more! Wake uppp you sleepy head!” Probably would have to drag Kei’s huge frame straight out of bed and push him into the bathroom, shoving a toothbrush into his mouth.

Clingy Texts : And then there’s the ‘sending you texts 24/7’ phrase that your husband has started since your dating days. You’re on your laptop, not that you’re focused or anything but obviously! You cannot focus at all – when your phone’s notis kept blowing up non-stop. And you know who it is – no hints needed – “Babyy, have you had your lunch? – Kei” – “Hun, how’s the work going? Missinggg you – Kei” And you can’t even complain honestly cuz he’s just the absolute sweetest to the point that you’d melt just looking at Kei’s messages. No matter how busy he is, he always texts you, and no matter how busy you are, you check and reply to his messages without being annoyed even for a bit. Your husband may not be the most expressive when in the eyes of the public, but you know more than anyone else how much this man treasures you.

Back from Work : Then, there’s the clingy big baby phase of Kei as soon as he gets back home and gets to cling onto his wife. “Loveee! Guess who’s back!”, you’re already waiting at the front door with your arms out, ready to give your beloved husband a warm welcoming hug. Kei would run into your arms immediately even picking you up into the air with his arms alone at times cuz your huge husband just can’t control his strength. “Eww.. you better take a shower before you come to bed”, obviously you were holding back your laughter trying to act tough and strict with him especially when he gives you those puppy doe eyes. “Awwe I see I see my baby doesn’t like me being sweaty, butttt….” – “buttt…?” – “You’re coming with me AHA!”, yeet, up you go on his shoulder and you bet you’re gonna have to spend at least an hour in the shower again with this big puppy boi who can’t even shower on his own alone without his wife. “Yah!!! Kei! Ughhh!!”, Kei chuckled at your attempt of whines and complaints – I mean after all, if you really hate the idea, why would you wait for him every late evening without taking a shower, obviouslyyy just so you could join him in the shower, mhm mhm definitely can’t be coincidence.

Cooking : Next thing that comes to mind is …. FOOD. Kei just has everything to do with food; it’s either him cooking for you or you’re both in the kitchen with him nagging at your every failed attempt to make a proper dish. Obviously, you knew you could never compete to this mans and his cooking skills. Kei has been a brilliant chef his whole life basically, “At this point, I can’t tell if you’re the wife or I am”, your husband looks at you with a ‘I’m so done’ face. “Hey! No need with the flexs sir, ughhh just how do you make thissss?!!”, Ke would complain, but of course if there was to be someone who would run to your assist in a span of mini-seconds, that’s gotta be him.

Healthy Food : Anddd right, let’s not forget, Kei over here is a fricking DIETISIAN. This mans has been doing researches on healthy food since high school alright, and now that he’s sharing his cozy home with the love of his life, that means…. Shared salad bowls.. yea.. “Love- I know you like being healthy and all, and I know you care for me, buttttt can’t we get fried chicken instead, c’mon plsssss”, your sparkly doe eyes would work in any situation – except this one. “Uh huh, right, nope, hun salads are healthy for you and you’re gonna have it alright, end of discussion”, a salad bowl arrives in front of you available for instant consumption. Your husband just won’tttt let you off when it comes to healthy food mhm.

Exercise : There’s also the other half of the ‘keep his wife healthy’ agenda for Kei, because no matter how busy this poor mans can get, he would drag you out to take a jog with him in the park either in the morning (which rarely happens cuz he cannot wake himself up) and often in the evenings. You’re the type of be on your laptop all day; which your husband does NOT like at all, cuz he wants you to be active and healthy just like him. You’d whine and complain to stay at home cuz you’re too lazy to touch the grass and fresh air outside but it won’t make much of a difference when Kei yeets you up his shoulder and carried your struggling frame out the house. During the jog, you’d even look at Kei with widened eyes like ‘how tf is this mans still jogging faster than you effortlessly after a long day at work!?!?’ – Kei and his monster stamina is just built different.

Dates : You both barely ever get any free moments to go on a full-on date and all, but that doesn’t stop you two from arranging small dates in every given opportunity. Mostly, it’d probably be something like star gazing. It’s 10 p.m.; Kei’s only gotten back home just now, guess he was pulling a longer shift today at the practice room but you’re a bit surprised to find a wide grin plastered across his face instead of his normal whiny and clingy self. “Babe, there’s something I gotta show you”, his tone is excited like no other and he’s practically almost dragging you out the front door, in a rush, at this point. And then you two would end up at a small high-land hill in a pretty quiet park, who would have known, there’s already a cropped picnic blanket set up with a few snacks and cozy blanket. Kei looked at you with a look of nervousness, obviously it wasn’t an actual picnic or a star gaze experience or anything- but poor Kei didn’t have the time to go all out. And well, you notice it. “Baby, it’s amazing! Ah!! I’m so happy!”, giving him a warm reassuring hug. Kei would probably even tear up from your gesture but would end up sniffling and acting all big and touch like “I- I’m not crying! You are.” – with a pout. Gosh who could ever hate him, he’s too precious. You both would spend the rest of the night tighter, under a night sky full of stars, would probably trace the constellations until you both fell asleep to each other’s voices.

Competition : Whether it’s just a small card game or a game you two have chosen at an arcade, this mans will NOT give in, Kei is probably the most competitive person you’ve seen, and wife or not, mans have no intention to give up his position of first place. You’ll only ever get a small chance of taking the win if you could whine and plead with puppy eyes for the first place from your husband. Obviously, he wouldn’t be passing the thrown in just a few pleads but once you started sniffling, you know for a fact his character’s gonna break. Kei just can’t watch you get hurt in any way or form even worse if it’s coming from him. This factor also adds on to how gentle he would treat his wife when competing against you in games.

Cuddles : Cuddles are random between you two. It could be anywhere, anytime, anyhow. You could literally be busy in the kitchen, cooking up a storm for a plate of dinner, your beloved husband who rushed back home from work early would give you a backhug. “K?! Aish, you should have alerted me love~” You pouted complaining as you kept your hands busy. “Aww but surprises are more fun~” He whined back in response, nuzzling his head on your nape, his hands tightly wrapped around your waist and torso. Sometimes, if it’s not for the case of surprises, it’d be a warm cozy hug you two share on the couch while something plays on the TV or you working on your laptop with a clingy kangaroo stuck to you.

Kisses : Kisses are mostly just friendly pecks on the lips, accompanied by cozy cuddles. Though, sometimes it does get heated pretty quickly, tongues slipping through lips, teeth clashing and all but if you two wanted to put a stop to the situation from escalating, then you could. You and K aren’t some high-school love birds no more and are properly wedded couple so you each are aware of your own self-control. But of course, K always have the upper-hands and at times, your teases would do no damage to him but his teases would get you all riled up.

Hard Thoughts °‪♡⭒๋࣭ ⭑⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

Kitchen counter : LINK

Visitation hours : LINK

Stress Relief : LINK

Breeding hours : LINK

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killerpancakeburger · 8 months

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Peace of mind // Miguel O'Hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x female reader

Summary: After a long day of tending to the multiverse, Miguel goes to you for some comfort.

Warnings: swearing.

Tags : fluff. That's it.

Words: 733.

A/N: Inspired by @/the-cat-and-the-birdie's post about Miguel's cooking.

You blindly reach inside the bag of chips on your desk without taking your eyes off your computer screen, grab one and eat it. Tonight’s your weekly online meeting with your friends on your favourite online game. You can’t afford to miss a single kill. You have your noise cancelling headphones on and are completely occupied by the things your companions are yelling are at each other and where your aim is.

It’s probably why, despite your usually sharp instincts, you don’t hear the interdimensional portal who opens in your living room. You don’t notice the imposing – yet looking like he’s buckling under an invisible weight – man in a faintly glowing suit who crosses it. You don’t spot him either when he gets behind you.

However you certainly can’t ignore his presence when he bends over your chair, closes his arms around you and lets his forehead fall on your shoulder.

“FUCK! Miguel! Are you trying to give me a heart attack!” you shout in shock.

He mumbles something unintelligible, his mouth pressed to your back. Your surprise has been clearly noticed by your friends as they don’t miss the opportunity to tease you for it. You grumble and mute your microphone.

You ruffle Miguel’s hair, taking the opportunity to mess it up a bit.

“So? Did something happen?”

He sighs and his warm breath tickles your skin.

“Can you please…?” He starts, but never finishes.

“Uh-Uh?”

You’re still playing your game, but way more casually, and even though you’re pretending to still be busy, you’re actually taking in Miguel’s every word.

“You know…”

“No, I don’t. Still can’t read your thoughts.”

“Urgh.”

There’s a part of you that finds this way of speech endearing but there’s an even bigger part of you that enjoys making Miguel works for it.

“…lay down with me for a bit?”

You pat his head in congratulations.

“There we go! Knew you could do it!”

“Stop it.”

He grunts. You turn your mic back on.

“Alright, game’s over for today. See you later”, you announce before logging off and taking off your headphone.

“Can you have a look at the code I wrote for Gizmo n° 564 before we do that?” you ask.

You pull up said code on your screen. Miguel doesn’t raise his head.

“It’s great”, he says.

“You didn’t even look at it”, you retort, slightly annoyed.

“I don’t need to.” He replies with that unsufferable indubitable arrogance of his.

“Oh really now?”

Your voice is dripping with sarcasm.

“You made it so it’s good.”

You roll your eyes but you can’t help being moved.

“I think I prefer when you’re brutally honest.” You mumble to yourself. “Did you eat today?”

His stomach grumbles loud enough for both of you to hear, effectively stopping him from bullshitting you. You chuckle.

“Should I order food?”

He grunts something that you know means no.

“Oh so you want my cooking? I’m so flattered”, you laugh, the both of you pertinently knowing that while he’s great at cooking, you… are not.

He finally gets up.

“Just do as I say.”

You get up, give him the chips from your desk, and head to the kitchen. Since your relationship with Miguel got more serious, aka him crashing at your place whenever he felt like it, there is always tortillas, sour cream and salsa verde in your fridge. You stop halfway realizing Miguel isn’t following and remember he moves like a zombie in this kind of situation, the situation being “I just spent 24 hours non-stop monitoring the multiverse without eating nor sleeping so now I am on the cusp of a breakdown”. You turn back to grab his hand and bring him with you.

He leans against the counter as you take out of the fridge and cupboards what you need. You put on some music and make conversation as you tackle your tasks. Once you’re both fed, you go lay down with him on your bed. You hug him against your chest, delicately stroking his hair. He closes his eyes and looks relaxed for the first time since he arrived. You feel his chest raising and decreasing and listen to his steady breathing while contemplating your ceiling. When you know for certain that he’s deeply asleep, you get up as discreetly as you can, leave a kiss on his forehead and go back to your nightly occupations.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fic #miguel ohara fanfiction #atsv fanfiction #atsv fic #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara fluff #mild miguel #aka not a sex beast nor a latino lover #mine

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starry-nights-garden · 9 months

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✧ Ateez Hongjoong x gn!reader ✧ words: ~700 ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: none ✧ prompt: kisses to shut them up

You’re in the middle of writing an important paper. Hongjoong knows that, and he knows you need your surroundings to be as quiet as possible for it, so you won’t get sidetracked and have to read your sources multiple times because you forgot what the text was saying in the middle of the page. Your boyfriend knows all that, and you feel sorry for not being able to spend much time with him until the deadline, so you thought if you at least let him stay over at your place for a day or two he would be satisfied.

However, you couldn’t have been more wrong. You’ve never seen him sulk this much, and though the pout that’s on his lips 24/7 is indeed very cute, it’s also very distracting.

“Say… can you get me a coffee or something? I feel like I’m losing all my concentration…” you ask, without taking your eyes off of the computer screen in front of you.

“Of course. I’ll be right back,” Hongjoong responds and then he gets up from the chair next to you to walk to the kitchen. As soon as he has left the room, you take a deep breath and you lean back as far as you can to stretch your back thoroughly. You rub your eyes and then you go back to comparing the two sources in front of you. I don’t even need coffee, you catch yourself thinking, It’s enough when he’s out of the room…

You too have been missing him badly, and only now that it’s too late do you realize what a mistake it was to let him come over before finishing your paper.

Hongjoong returns with a cup of hot coffee in his hand, including just the amount of sugar and milk that you like, and he puts it down on the desk next to your keyboard.

“Thanks,” you say and you shoot him a tired smile.

“I think you should take a little break.” He sits down with those words and he puts one hand on your arm. There is proof that he cares a lot about you behind the look in his deep brown eyes.

“Hongjoong, the deadline is in three days, if I take a break now I won’t be able to finish!” you argue, but your boyfriend shakes his head.

“It doesn’t have to be a long break. But I think you should just take an hour or two to recharge, so you can focus again!” he answers. “You can’t tell me you can still process any of that.” He gestures towards the screen while shooting you a sceptical expression.

“Wait- a full hour?!” you retort. “Do you know how much work I could get done in an hour?? If I take an hour break now I will have to cut into my sleep, and then I certainly won’t be able to focus. I have to-” Before you can continue your upset rambles, Hongjoong leans in and brushes his lips against yours. He kisses you, calmly and without a rush, and you can’t bring yourself to pull back in order to keep yelling at him about why you need to return to your work as soon as possible. And somehow his careful touches take some of the stress away, which has been resting heavy on your shoulders for the past weeks, piling up some more day by day.

“Just for a little while,” he whispers when he breaks the kiss, and gives you a meaningful look in hopes of conveying to you how important it is to get away from your paper for some time. “It doesn’t have to be an hour if you’re afraid that that will take too much time away from you. But trust me, you will be able to work faster again with a free mind.” You sigh.

“Fine. But only for 30 minutes,” you give in somewhat reluctantly, but the bright grin that appears on Hongjoong’s face upon you complying leaves you unable to be mad at him. He takes you by the hand and jumps up.

“Then let’s go for a walk together, okay? We can get some fresh air, and maybe buy some snacks on the way to give you back your energy!” he suggests, already dragging you towards the front door.

#ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong fluff #ateez drabbles #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #fluff

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perfectsunlight · 11 months

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(𝟓𝟎) - 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: none

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

24 hours before

yu jimin didn’t believe in soulmates.

it never made sense to her. in the billions of people in the world, how was someone supposed to magically find the person that was predestined for them?

after jimin met you, she started to believe in the idea of a soulmate.

maybe it was her age, or maybe it was how deeply she fell in love, but as childish as it seemed, yu jimin suddenly felt like she had found refuge for her soul in you.

except, she didn’t really remember the first time she felt that way.

was it the first time she snuck into your bedroom after curfew?

“jimin be quiet!” you whispered, biting back a laugh as you watched the taller girl struggle to climb through your dorm window. it was quite a funny sight, seeing her struggle to not accidentally send her foot through the glass window of the room below yours.

jimin’s eyes narrowed at you. you seemed to be finding quite the entertainment in her suffering. “do you not see that im trying to be?” she huffed before pulling herself into your room.

you snickered softly, leaning up and picking a few leaves out of her black hair. “you look ridiculous right now.”

the taller girl rolled her eyes before cupping your face in her hands. “i climbed like two trees to come see you and the first thing you do is insult me?”

“in my defense, i never told you to climb those trees.” you replied in a whisper, grinning up at your girlfriend.

the older girl only pouted. recently she had found herself wanting to see you more and more, always frustrated that you two never spent enough time together. (even though you always spend literally every single day together in classes or outside of them.)

which led to her climbing two tress in the middle of the night and fitting through your window so she could see you.

“i missed you, is that such a crime?” she pouted at you.

as you saw the sight of your girlfriend pouting, you could only smile and lean in to kiss her.

“i missed you too.”

was it the first time you two argued?

you ran a hand through your hair, frustration coursing through your veins as you looked at your girlfriend from across her room. jimin pressed her lips in a tight line as she stared at the ceiling, feeling just as frustrated as you were.

the whole reason you two were fighting in the first place was because she had gotten in trouble for being out of her dorm past curfew last night.

she was leaving your dorm, of course, and was caught by one of the senior trainees who was coming back from the practice room.

your girlfriend lied and came up with a lame excuse and got let off the hook, but you couldn’t help but get frustrated with her. it was dangerous for you two to be dating, and yet jimin was risking it even more by sneaking in and out of your room every night.

“you can’t keep coming over every night, jimin.” you reasoned, but your raven haired girlfriend was not having it. she bit the inner part of her cheek, trying her best to not yell at you.

jimin didn’t want to argue with you. this was the first “real” argument you two had, and she did not want it to last more than it had to.

but she was frustrated beyond words. she missed you, she craved your presence every single moment of the day. it was hard for her to go through the motions of the day without seeing you.

“why not?” she said firmly, taking a few steps in front before reaching you. “i barely see you now that you got moved to other classes. all i am doing is seeing you, why is that such a crime?”

your bright eyes met the taller girl’s as you exhaled through your nose. you reached your hand out gently, motioning for her to hold it.

the latter did just so, holding your hand gently in yours as she felt all the frustration disappear once your skin made contact with hers.

“i miss you a lot, but i still see you whenever i can. i know it isn’t ideal, but we can make it work without risking it even more.” you explained gently, but all the older girl could focus on was the way your lips moved.

you kept trying to explain to your girlfriend. “i’m tired of hiding too, trust me. but this is just temporary, okay?”

she slowly leaned in, not hearing a word of what you were saying, and just pressed her lips against yours in a soft kiss.

for a moment, you two both forgot why you were arguing in the first place. everything just melted away.

her lips remained on yours for a few moments before she pulled away.

“im sorry for getting upset at you. you are just trying to help.”

your hands rested on her cheeks, thumbs brushing her skin as you gave her a small smile.

“im sorry for getting upset, too.”

or was it the first time she told you she loved you?

the autumn leaves fell and crunched beneath jimin’s feet as she held your hand. you two were strolling around the park on your night off.

you had just had a quick dinner date at your favorite restaurant, celebrating your anniversary together.

your connected hands swung as the both of you walked, and jimin could not help but smile at the sight of you so happy.

it was in that moment that jimin realized that she always wanted to see you happy. forever.

she slowly moved to a stop, a soft breeze blowing in between you two as she pulled you into her arms.

the taller girl felt your chest vibrating as you chuckled, and it only made her arms around your waist pull you closer.

“someone’s feeling clingy,” you said softly into her neck. jimin only shrugged, a faint smile adorning her lips as she silently agreed with you.

it was true. she was acting more clingy than usual tonight, but it only solidified the feelings she felt for you.

it was a clear night, and a full moon. jimin loved the moon, she thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

but the moon was nothing compared to you.

“you’re quiet for once. everything okay?” your head poked up from her chest, and she pressed a kiss to your forehead with a small hum.

from the cheesy romance films she had watched with you, ningning, minjeong, and aeri, she thought she would feel more nervous about saying the words to you.

she thought she would be sweating and shaking like a wet dog, crying and screaming in the rain somewhere or standing outside of your window with a boombox.

but she felt so comfortable, so complete with you. that is how she knew she truly felt this way about you. it was because of you, that she felt these feelings. she would never feel this way towards anyone else.

because you completed her.

in the nights of moonlight, and in the brightest of days, jimin only saw you.

she cupped your face, leaning in close to you. the chill of the autumn wind blew her hair to the side and she moved strands of yours behind your ear.

however, before your lips met, she whispered against your mouth in the softest tone you had ever heard from her.

“i’m in love with you.”

your cheeks were tinted with a shade of red, and your heart fluttered at the words she spoke. you never thought jimin would feel this way for you.

and you never thought that you would feel the same way about her.

before you could reply to her, jimin pressed her lips against yours in a tender kiss. it was a moment of true passion between two girls who knew nothing more than each other.

and you both seemed to be okay with that. because you had jimin, and she had you.

she pulled away once air became an issue, but in her breathless voice, she still whispered one final thing to you.

“i love you, choi y/n.”

and all you could do is smile, because you knew she meant it.

“i love you too, yu jimin.”

after you left her, jimin didn’t believe in soulmates anymore. how cruel could the universe be to bring you two together, only to tear you both apart?

she despised the idea of being with anyone else other than you. jimin didn’t want to love anyone else.

she only ever loved you.

maybe now that you are back in her life, jimin doesn’t believe in soulmates, but rather, true love.

true love is unconditional love, and she unconditionally loved you.

maybe that was why she had stood outside of the back of your dorm building right now at 3 in the morning.

she had texted you to see if you were awake about an hour ago, and you had agreed to sneak out and go for a walk with her because she couldn’t sleep either.

which why was the two of you were now walking side by side, slowly talking and enjoying each other’s company at this hour of the night.

the crescent moon shone brightly through the clouds, casting white light over the shadows. jimin’s silhouette looked closer to yours, and from the angle you two were walking at, it looked like your shadows were holding hands.

she missed holding your hand.

jimin missed you.

“you’re quiet for once. is everything okay?”

“i need to tell you something.” jimin interrupted you, a faint tint of pink on her cheeks as she stopped walking and stared at you intently.

your head tilted to the side as your brows furrowed slightly. your undivided attention was on her now, and no longer the cracks in the sidewalk.

“what is it? you can tell me anything.”

for the first time in years, jimin felt nervous. the idol felt her heart pounding in her ears, the blood was rushing to her head as she stood in front of you.

the taller girl’s hand slowly held yours, your fingers interlocking in a gentle hold. you didn’t pull away, and tried your best to ignore the blush growing on your own face.

“from the moment we met as just kids, i knew you were someone special, y/n.” jimin said slowly, breathing labored as she tried not to stumble over her words. “and now that we’re older, that hasn’t changed.”

time felt like it was slowing down, and all you could focus on was the SM artist in front of you.

karina took in a deep breath before continuing. “we’re a thousand miles away from the day we met, but im standing here with you just trying to be honest.”

she pulled you closer to her, one hand still holding yours and the other hand holding your waist.

“if honesty means telling you the truth…” jimin whispered as her body was the closest it had been to you in a very, very long time. “...i’m still in love with you.”

your heart felt like it was going to explode in your chest, but you didn’t know that jimin’s was already beating a thousand times faster.

it honestly took you a while to formulate a response in your head, but jimin took your silence as something negative.

she let go of your hand and cupped your face, pulling it closer to hers. your foreheads rested against each other, and it was then that you finally realized it.

jimin was crying.

“i’ll make it up to you, for everything that went wrong in the past. let’s just go back to the basics, just focusing on how we feel for each other.” the older girl’s eyelashes sparkled with tears in the moonlight as she squeezed her eyes shut. “it’s killing me to deny it any longer. i know how i feel for you, and it hasn’t changed at all since the moment you left me.”

she opened her eyes to look at you, tears falling down her cheeks as she stared into your own watery gaze “...tell me you want this, please. say something, anything…” she whispered against your lips.

you closed the distance, letting your lips do the talking for you.

it felt like the entire world was fading, and the only thing you could focus on was how jimin felt. you wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer to you. tears of relief, of pure pent up emotion fell from both of your eyes.

the kiss felt like the end of your past, and the beginning of your future, all at once.

you finally pulled away from each other once your lungs were burning, and as you two were panting against each other, you finally spoke.

“you talk too much.”

and all jimin could do was smile, and kiss you again.

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you and jimin met as trainees before she debuted, and you two never felt more in love. however, once she breaks up with you before her debut, you completely leave SM entertainment under the notion of needing a fresh start. you eventually debuted a few years later in le sserafim, where you met huh yunjin and have slowly started developing feelings for the idol. much to karina's dismay, she hates to see you have moved on, but deep in your own heart, you still can't help but feel as if maybe she has forgotten about you.

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[ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ]

#smau #kpop #kpop smau #aespa #lesserafim #yunjin x reader #aespa x reader #lesserafim x reader #huh yunjin #karina x reader #yu jimin #yu jimin x reader #about you #perfectsunlight

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 6 months

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Hihi!! Can i req for kinktober 8. fuck or die with sam Winchester or castiel (idm) the readers dying and only there onsolved feelings for sam or cas is the only way to save (if you get me 🙇‍♀️🩷)

Thank you for the ask, Anon! ❤️❤️❤️

I was already planning to do a similar version but I like yours better. Here ya go!

Warning: heterosexual sex (p in v), unprotected sex, wrap it up, kiddos! nipple play, tw: love curse, tw: physical pain, tw: person dying, schmoopy, Angst and Fluff and Smut

Day 8: Sex Pollen/Fuck or Die, (Ask request)

“Sam, it hurts.”

Y/n looked pale as he held her in his arms with his cell phone pressed between his ear and shoulder.

“Hello, Dearie.”

“Rowena, Y/n got hit with a curse…” Sam proceeded to explain the events that led up to now, including Castiel being unable to heal her or affect the spell cast on her.

“Oh, Darling,” Rowena trilled. “You’re gonna need to make love to the lass.”

“What?!” Sam squeaked. He’d had a crush on Y/n since meeting her, nearly a year ago, finding her cute, and kind, and they seemed to have similar interests in books and research. From the first time he saw her smile, he was caught in her web, and she had no idea.

“You heard me, Samuel.” She paused for a few moments, realizing the situation as Sam remained silent. “You have feelings for her?”

Sam eyed Y/n, who was wrapped in a blanket in his arms, dozing.

“Yes,” he confirmed, quietly on the phone. “I can’t let her die, Rowena.”

“Oh, you poor boy. I told you what you have to do, but there is a catch, Samuel, darling.”

Sam silently waited.

“She has to have feelings for you in return. The spell is a sort of curse and love spell. If the other doesn’t reciprocate, it kills the one who is cursed. You have 24 hours at most from when the spell is cast upon them, and you both have to admit your feelings for each other.”

Sam felt the blood in his face drain away at the realization they were extremely short on time. It had been six hours already as he had scoured the library’s card catalog before calling the witch.

“HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT? SHE KEEPS FALLING ASLEEP AND CAN BARELY EAT!” Sam quietly yelled through gritted teeth, waking Y/n who looked up at him; however, he didn’t notice.

“Samuel.” Rowena quietly informed, “The spell will allow you to make love once things…get going or said. Trust me. This is the only way to break the curse. You can do this. While I haven’t met her, I’m certain she has feelings for you too.” Rowena almost sounded as if she was lamenting.

“Thanks, Rowena,” Sam replied quietly as he contemplated how to save Y/n.

Dean saw Sam hang up and looked at him expectantly.

“I’ll explain later. I got this,” Sam informed Dean.

Sam looked down to the now awake Y/n, who watched him.

“Are you ok?” she asked softly. Her weakened state making even talking troublesome.

Sam’s face softened—amazed that she was worried about him despite her dying—and nodded. He kissed her hair. “Yes. We need to get you to your room and settled in bed.”

Without a word or warning, Sam changed his arm placement and picked Y/n up bridal style causing her to yelp. He grinned at her. “I’ve got you, Y/n. Nothing is gonna hurt you if I can help it.”

Dean and Castiel secretly smiled at each other and held hands under the library table.

While Sam walked to Y/n’s room in the bunker, he thought back about his interactions with Y/n, wondering if she feels the same way about him. They’d been spending more time together over the last few months. They'd been texting each other daily and Y/n would always text good morning and good night to him. He began to feel confident that she felt the same way, but getting her to admit those feelings might be harder.

By the time Sam put Y/n down in her bed, she had fallen asleep again. Her body was shutting down. He sat down next to her and gently caressed her face, calling her name.

Y/n blinked a few times before awakening to see Sam smiling at her, and she smiled back and placed her hand on his hand on her face. “Hi,” she greeted, her eyes soft and her cheeks barely pink.

Is she blushing? Sam wondered.

“Hi,” Sam returned.

“What did Rowena say?”

Sam dropped his hand away from her face as he spoke. “She said it was a love curse.”

Y/n looked at her lap. “Oh. What does that mean?”

Sam sighed and clarified, “Rowena said that you would need to admit your feelings to who you’re in love with and…and…make love.” He could feel his face heating up as he looked towards her nightstand, then back at her.

Y/n eyebrows rose into her hairline, her slightly pinkened cheeks darkening. She remained silent a moment, then winced and whined at the pain in her abdomen. “I don’t understand how, Sam.”

“She said the curse will allow you, once things start going. If there is someone we need to call or get, I’m sure Cas will go get them.”

She smiled widely and looked at him, placing her hand on his cheek.

“Sam,” she gently chided. “There isn’t anyone else.”

His heart raced on his chest as his cooling face began to heat up. “What do you mean?”

Y/n knew if she was going to live, it was now or never as her heart rate increased. Her chest started aching but she ignored it. “You.” she explained, her voice trembling. “Ever since I met you, it’s been you.”

Sam took this as permission. He leaned down and brushed his lips, chastely, against hers. His stomach fluttered with butterflies and bees. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her. Her chest warmed and tension faded away. It was so much easier to breathe. He bracketed her in with his arms, knees between her legs, tangling his fingers in her soft y/c hair. The kiss reassured her as her body felt to be tentatively improving. She tightened her arms further as her strength returned, crushing her lips against his, and moaned. He slid his tongue against hers and a dance ensued as they devoured each other.

Y/n captured Sam’s moans as she pushed her chest against him. Pulling away from him, she looked up and smiled. “I think we should, um…” She looked away, unable to complete the sentence.

“Right,” Sam agreed, realizing what she meant. He sat on his haunches, removed his plaid, and pulled off his shirt. Y/n turned to watch him at his words with an eyebrow raised and chewing on her lower lip. “Y/n.” He chuckled at her watching him.

“Right,” she agreed. She grabbed the front hem and pulled off her shirt revealing a spaghetti strap undershirt.

“You don’t wear a bra?” Sam asked.

“Do I look like I need to wear a bra?” She asked incredulously, and grabbed her breasts through the undershirt. She giggled, “It’s not like I got a lot here.”

“I don’t know. I think I need a better look to judge for sure.” he teased, acting playfully thoughtful.

She pulled off her undershirt revealing her chest. Her breasts, while on the small side, seemed to be the perfect size for Sam, just enough to fill his hand. He squeezed slightly and grinned. “I think you’re perfect.”

Y/n could feel her face heat up at the compliment.

With his other hand, Sam tilted Y/n face up to him and tenderly kissed her. Y/n pushed him away, frustrated. “Sam, we need to speed this up. I’m already starting to feel…weird.”

“Weird, how?”

“I don’t know. Not like myself. Just like before. Off.” She couldn’t figure out how to explain it but remembers a similar feeling hours earlier before the pain started. Determined to get the show on the road, Y/n repositioned herself to be kneeling and pulled Sam down to her. She skipped his lips and went for his neck, sucking marks in his skin across his jugular then his Adam’s apple. Sam gasped in surprise, then moaned, causing her to chuckle.

You’re mine, Sam.

Sam was stunned at her directness and desire for him. His hands sat at her hips. She moved slowly from one side of his neck to the other.

And I’m yours.

Sliding her hands down his arms, squeezing and feeling their strength and definition, she grabbed his wrists, slid one to her ass, and the other to her breast, squeezing his hands. He finished rebooting and pinched her nipple, gently rolling it between his thumb and forefinger while he massaged her asscheek. Y/n moaned into his neck, then nipped and licked his shoulder.

She slid her hands down his chest, stopping to trace his defined abdominal muscles. The feel of his muscles went straight to her core and she could feel that she suddenly soaked her panties. She had a muscle kink and never told anyone since it was very superficial. She went to his belt, unbuckling it blindly while she nibbled his collarbone. She popped open the button, then slowly pulled his zipper down.

Surprised, he glanced down, seeing her finger the edge of his boxer-briefs. “Y/n, you’re moving fast.”

Y/n pulled back. “Sam, take off my pants,” she commanded, then hesitantly asked, “Can I take off yours?”

She grinned and worked his underwear and pants down together. His large cock sprung out and she stopped to stare. “Holy shit.”

Now it was Sam’s turn to blush. He had never gotten that reaction before. He worked to remove her pants and she helped. Once they were both naked, they took each other in for a few moments.

“Is there anything you don’t like?” inquired Y/n.

This was not going how he imagined it but answered anyway. “Uh…not that I can think of right now. If you do something I don’t like, I’ll let you know.”

“Same,” she confirmed.

“You?” he asked.

“Um, no penetrating my ass this time around. Need to clean up.”

“Ok.”

Things stalled a bit for Sam but not for Y/n. She wrapped her hand around his girth, stroking his length. Sam practically growled at her action. She bit her lower lip and giggled. She leaned forward, licking the underside from base to tip then engulfed the tip in her mouth. He growl-groaned at the sensation. Since she was unable to communicate, she grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of her head. He instantly grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her off.

“If you keep that up, I’m not gonna last.”

She failed to hide her grin, never having had someone react so strongly to her. “Then fuck me, Sam.”

Sam leaned forward and picked her up as he sat back on his heels. Y/n’s breath trembled and a shiver went down her spine at the change. He cocked a brow at her but she just held on to his shoulders as he did the same to her thighs and ass

“Y/n, I need to tell you something.”

“Sam,” she begged and squirmed in his hands and arms. “Please.” She wrapped her legs around him and he lined his cock up to her entrance, lowering her.

They both groaned the moment he began to penetrate her hot, wet heat. The burn from Sam’s large size felt amazing, especially once he bottomed out. She took a few slow, deep breaths, having never felt so full.

“Are you ok?” Sam asked, concerned.

Her pupils were dilated with barely any y/e/c shown. “So full,” she panted and squirmed on his cock. “Please, Sam. Please fuck me.”

Sam slowly thrust into her soaked channel at first. Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes and moaned. Once he started to speed up, she panted and whined. “More,” she begged.

He gently laid her down on the bed, bringing her further up his thighs, and thrust into her with force. The strength of his thrusts sent lightning down his spine to his groin. He knew he was close. She screamed with pleasure, encouraging Sam to continue. She brought her hands to her nipples, rolling them around and pinching them. He pressed open-mouth kisses across her chest and left marks from his teeth on the inside of both her breasts with licks from his tongue.

She carded fingers through Sam’s hair, damp from sweat, and scratched his scalp, causing him to groan. Her hand goes rubbing her clit. He gasped at her walls clenching around him and this pushed her over the brink, crashing and burning as she screamed through her release. The sight of her — beautiful and sexy— was such that he, too, grunted and exploded, filling her full.

Sam bracketed her in again with his hands on either side of her shoulders. He huffed and panted, trying to catch his breath. She smiled blissfully at him. She raised a finger and lightly touched his cheek. “How are you?”

He huffed a laugh. “Great.”

Her hand dropped to her chest and she panted, “Me too.”

He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers, and rubbed his nose against hers. She lightly giggled.

“I love you, Sam.” She told him like it was an everyday thing they told each other.

He smiled widely, “I love you, Y/n.”

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The next afternoon, Y/n was in the library reading in Sam’s lap, snuggled against him.

“How are the lovebirds?” Dean teased.

“We’re good,” replied Y/n. She grabbed her cell, looked at it, then put it down. “Five more minutes,” she informed Sam.

He kissed the top of her head. “Ok.”

“Five more minutes until what?” asked Castiel.

“We’re making sure the curse is broken and there is a time limit on it. While we don’t know the exact time, we have an idea of when it was, give or take, so just waiting it out to make sure.”

Dean and Cas chuckled. “Mind if we wait with you?”

“Of course, the more the merrier,” replied Y/n. Dean and Castiel sat down next to each other. Castiel on Dean’s laptop and Dean on his phone as they held hands under the table

#anon ask #kinktober 2023 request #unrequited feelings actually requited #day 8 sex pollen/fuck or die #Sam Winchester #castiel #reader insert #female reader #basing off the emoji used #supernatural #spn #fluffy with angst #schmoopy spn smut #happy ending #Dean winchester #elle em bee

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cas-skz · 1 year

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Party Buddies*

Pairing: chan x fem!reader Word Count: 1,269 Genre: partying, smoking, flirting Summary: at a friends birthday/soccer team celebration, you join a spicy game & end the night questioning your once innocent friendship. Warning: 18+ please!!! smoking weed, drinking, partying, making out?, petname - kitten yeshello frined. i haven't written in a very very long time. please be nice. also i did not spell or grammar check lmao feel free to xx

PART TWO PART THREE

“No! No way that is happening!” your voice is slightly slurred, effected by the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night. Unbeknownst to you, your words came out, louder than expected, causing your friend to jump up and cover your mouth with a loud giggle.

Your bestfriend Jaclyn had brought you along to her boyfriends birthday party, something you had gotten used to at this point, because you swear, she couldn’t go anywhere without you and you felt the exact same way. You liked her boyfriend Jisung, and even kind of got along with his soccer team friends, which was how the two of you ended up at yet another team party together. Tonight it was not only Jisung’s birthday but also the teams championship win.

Silly antics and party games had taken over the large rented Air BnB, and you found yourself caught in one of the more inappropriate games taking place on the second floor. “You can’t say no, Y/n! It’s part of the game!” Sex truth or dare, that was and it was just starting to heat up. “There has to be an alternative, like take a shot or something” you plead, cheeks rosey from not only the alcohol but the dare which you had rolled. “Besides—— Where am I even going to get a remote vibrator at this hour? It’s not like there’s any 24/7 sex shops near by.” Yup, you had rolled what was one of the more ‘vanilla’ dares; allow a partner of your choice to control a hands free vibrator for the next few hours.

Your hazy eyes glanced up at the circle that had formed in the large hall way, joints being passed around and shots being downed. This was one of the more fun and interesting parties, typically the parties end by 11 and end with you, Jaclyn and Jisung drunkly cleaning before he calls an Uber for you, ensuring you get home safely. Filling the hallway was a handful of members of the soccer team, a couple of girls from a frat down the street and a few others that Jaclyn had invited from class. By now your turn had gone to the back of everyone’s mind, and the game had already turned into a pairing off make out session. Good, your clue to escape. Quickly bringing yourself to your feet, the loud music of downstairs was starting to tone down, setting a more relaxing mood over the home. “Hey! I’m calling taxi’s and fucking Ubers, just chill for a bit man, I’ll get you home!” Jisung was so loud when he was drinking, but he always made sure everyone was safe. You shook your head with a laugh, stabling your self before turning and basically hitting a wall - or a strong male chest actually.

“Easy there shortie, don’t need you falling down again” his thick Australia accent canceled out the rest of the noise immediately and your eyes glanced up at the taller, browned haired boy. Chan was the teams goalie and one of the guys you actually got along with, and usually the one who would babysit you if you got to drunk for Jaclyn to handle. Your hand easily slaps his chest, a light laugh slipping through your lips. “One time, one time that happened and you never let me live it down.” Which was true, you had fallen drunkly on ice during one of your first encounters with Chan. “Hey, I told you before, I’ll carry your heels and make sure you’re home, but I am not holding your hair while you puke” he teased, gently tugging your wrist to follow him.

“Oi! Bin! Have a good night mate! Text me when you get home ya?” Chan yelled from the balcony you two had hidden out on while the party died down. “Ah- he’s got someone with him..” chan trailed, backing into the chair he had risen from, handing you the joint that was being shared. “Probably got gonna hear from him” he chuckled, grabbing another pre roll and taking his time to light it as you finish the first. This was typically how the two of you finished the night off, after finding out your similar love for getting high before passing out. The next half an hour was silent, the noise of cars coming, going and countless ‘goodbyes and I love yous’ all while you and Chan started at the night sky, littered with bright stars.

“Do you believe in aliens?” Chan randomly mumbles out, his red eyes glossed meeting yours. Giggles erupted, not completely realizing how effect you were by the weed. “Well-“ you start, sliding yourself up in the chair, repositioning yourself in the blanket you had grabbed on the way out. “There was this one time when I was a kid, I fucking swore I saw a bright light in the sky outside my window. I ran to my brothers room to show up, but by the time we made it back to my room, it was gone. Andrew just told me I was dreaming and went off to bed, but I swear I saw it! I swear!” Your laugh, throwing your head back as your eyes return to the sky. “There’s so much out there, we don’t even know the half of it. The world, space. It’s all crazy.” Before you realize it, you’ve gone into one of your stoned, no filter rants. Minutes had passed by before your head fell down and eyes locked with Chans. He had phone his in his hand, screen lit and by the expression on his face, you knew something was up.

To your surprise, Chan makes no effort to hide his phone and chooses to explain why he was searching for sex stores near by. “Listen, I was curious” he starts, running his hand through his hair, adjusting forward and setting his phone on the table causing a slight illumination to his face. “What are you even talking about?” You questioned. Yes you had in fact forgotten all about the riské game the two of you had been playing earlier in the evening. Now your eyes were locked on his screen, and he was roaring up a storm across from you. “You’re cute” he breathed, slowly catching his breath. There hadn’t been any hints of flirting since your friendship had begun, in fact Chan was one of the most gentleman like guys you had ever met but now you questioned this new side of him. Without noticing, he had inched closer across the small table, moving a piece of your hair from your face to gently brush it behind your ear. “Don’t you think it could be fun?” He asked, voice low and slow. His hand worked it’s way to your chin, pulling your body in his direction and locking eyes.

Shit. Shit. You were flushed red, not even able to catch a breathe before he leans forward, placing the most gently kiss upon the edge of your lips, “Don’t you think it would be fun to be my little play toy?” His words and quiet, but start screaming repeatedly in your head. What the fuck. Before you can even reply, he swiftly stands to his feet, adjusting his quite obvious bulge in his pants. “You let me know kitten. You have my number” chan smirked down at you, gently patting your head before taking off back into the house. Usually you would be swatting his hand away or flipping him off, but now he has you stunned, sitting with a world win of wild thoughts in your head.

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#i hope you like this #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids #chan smut #bangchan #christopher bangchan #kpop smut #kpop skz #kpop fanfic #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic

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oh-surprise-its-me · 9 months

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@aki-draws-things

Okay so first off I’m playing fast and loose with timelines and ages. Just know I picture Jake born in 1988 so he’s 34 in tgm.

Christopher Cameron Seresin

He’s about 5’10. Which isn’t short but good god Slider is a fucking moose.

He’s blonde af and has a collection of tattoos from above his elbow and knees, Jake loves coloring them in when he’s young. His favorite colors are light blue and green.

Two sisters, one older one younger.

Not necessarily a bad relationship with his parents just one he knew he wanted to have better for his kids. His parents weren’t exactly supportive of him being gay. They refused to acknowledge it. But it was fairly fine and didn’t cause any real issues when he was growing up.

He became a firefighter because he saw a house fire take away his grandma when he was 7. She had left a candle burning and forgotten. He got burned on the right side of his head from where he was asleep on the couch. The scars aren’t completely noticeable but if you know what you are looking for you can see them on his ear pretty easily.

Absolutely obsessed with cats. He’s gotten yelled at multiple times by Ron and his captain for going back into burned houses for pets

Literally always knew he was gay. His older sister would have magazines and he was obsessed. She would always let him take them after she got bored with them.

His younger sister was always a bit bonkers. They aren’t super close but not from a lack of trying on Chris’ part, when she leaves at 18 after graduation with a boyfriend no one is shocked.

In Highschool he was such the pretty boy. All the girls thought he was gorgeous. He didn’t really care about them but would always try to be nice when he said no to dates.

He meets Ron at age 24. Ron is 25. Chris is terrified of losing Ron when he flies. But he doesn’t actually realize that Ron is just as scared of losing him to a fire that goes wrong.

Chris LOVES dancing in clubs. It took months for him to convince the three of them a gay club in Texas in a town two hours away from where they live isn’t going to out them instantaneously. Mav ends up loving it Tom likes it until he gets jealous, Ron enjoys watching Chris be happy.

They get engaged after top gun. Chris technically isn’t supposed to know how close it got to Ron not coming home but he knows just by how Ron holds onto him when he lands in Texas with three months off.

Tom and Mav follow a month later and they all live together for those remaining two months

Chris meets Maverick and they instantly like each other. Mav and him can completely disassemble a car together and put it back in better condition.

Ice and Slider are terrified of their boyfriends when they are together, they literally don’t speak and just know what the other person needs (Ron and Tom do the exact same thing they just don’t realize it)

Jake comes into their lives in 1988, he’s barely a week old. Chris’ younger sister asked to meet for coffee and brought Jake along, she’s clearly using. She asks Chris to take Jake. She can’t do it. It’s Chris or foster care.

Chris takes Jake without a bit of hesitation. Ron comes home from meetings all day to a baby sobbing from his own withdrawals and sees Chris crying right along with Jake.

Those next few months are some of the worst, it crushes Ron to hear Jake scream like he does at night. Chris takes basically all of his time off he can, his captain fully understands and supports him the best he can. Chris is sleep deprived for months until Ron is up again for reenlistment.

Jake is 9 months old at that point and Ron only agrees to reenlist because they promise him a promotion with a guaranteed stay in one place for two years.

Ron is secretly terrified that Jake isn’t going to like him because he’s been gone so often. Slightly irrational but still a fear. It’s a stupid fear, Jake is obsessed with his other dad. He loves sitting on Ron’s lap and listening to Ron read.

Chris is also obsessed with listening to Ron read. It’s extremely comforting to him to listen to the man he loves read to their son. Son! They have a son!!

Wow can you tell I got hyper-focused and I really rambled for a while there sorry I got excited- please ask questions or please write things if you are inspired!! I’m always happy to answer!!

#top gun 1986 #top gun #top gun slider #ron slider kerner #Ron slider kerner x Original male character #tom kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell x tom kazansky #slider x original male character #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #slider and Chris LOVE Jake #mac writes top gun

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ridiasfangirlings · 8 months

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Misaki got cursed to turn into a dog who can't talk like a human. The only way to break it is for someone to recognize him as a human and specifically realize his real identity. If the spell isn't broken after 24 hours, he turns into a real dog. He tries going to Homra cause his clan would know it's him, right? Anna wasn't there, unfortunately so no one else did. He knew Anna would know so he searches for her and instead crosses paths with Fushimi...

At least Fushimi doesn’t have to kiss him, I guess XD Imagine Yata gets transformed into a little red chihuahua by some Strain (The Little Mermaid Strain, who transforms you and takes your voice and the curse can only be broken by someone realizing who you are). Yata’s freaking out that he’s been turned into a dog, imagine him running around yapping and people keep yelling at him to go away. He decides okay, be cool, it’s fine, he’ll just go to Bar Homra and Anna can tell everyone who he is. He manages to get to the Bar without getting run over by a car and imagine him just prancing in, Kusanagi looks up as the bell above the door rings.

Yata’s already looking around for Anna when he suddenly gets picked up by the scruff of the neck and finds himself face to face with Mikoto. Yata’s tail immediately starts wagging so fast it’s just a blur, as he’s like ‘Mikoto-san will definitely know me, even like this!’. Yata’s heart is immediately broken as Mikoto asks whose mutt this is. Totsuka chides Mikoto lightly to put the dog down, King you don’t hold adult dogs that way. Kusanagi thinks the dog must have come in off the street and Totsuka says it’s too bad Anna isn’t here right now, she would have liked to see the dog. Kusanagi says to take the dog outside as Yata’s just heartbroken, internally crying because he’s gonna be a dog forever.

He’s dragging himself along the road outside of the bar trying to figure out what to do when he bumps into something. Yata looks up as he hears a tongue click and there’s Fushimi looking down at him all ugh, a stupid stray mutt. Yata growls at him all you stupid traitor get out of my way, Fushimi makes a shooing motion with his hand as he tells Yata to beat it. Yata huffs all I don’t take orders from a traitor but then it dawns on him that Saruhiko should recognize him right. He starts barking and like grabs onto Fushimi’s coat, pulling on it. The rest of the S4 alphabet squad are watching this like aw he likes you Fushimi-san, Fushimi pulls a knife as he’s like go away stupid dog. Yata’s determined though, imagine Fushimi even throws a knife and Yata catches it perfectly in his mouth.

The squad are kinda impressed, like maybe this dog is meant for Fushimi. Fushimi snaps at them to get back to work as he tries to take the knife back but Yata’s all smug like ha you can’t catch me, you don’t get this back until you recognize me. The S4 boys go back to their work as Fushimi goes after the dog on his own. Fushimi grumbles that he doesn’t have time for this and maybe he’s about to just let the stupid dog have the knife when suddenly the Strain he was hunting appears. Fushimi grins and ignores Yata as he goes after the Strain, Yata’s like wait Saruhiko this guy looks dangerous you shouldn’t do this alone. He’s looking around for Fushimi’s subordinates but no one’s nearby, Yata decides okay just this once. The Strain has like the ability to make duplicates of himself and so Fushimi’s being outnumbered, that’s when Yata uses his nose to sniff out the real Strain and bites them on the ankle. Fushimi hears the Strain yell and pins the Strain down with his knives, causing all the duplicates to disappear.

Fushimi gives this heavy sigh and sits down, tired out and annoyed. Yata walks over and drops the knife at his feet, Fushimi glares at him like I’m not going to thank you. Yata looks at him, unaware that his tail is wagging hopefully. Fushimi sighs and puts a hand down for Yata to sniff but instead imagine Yata raises a paw and kinda bumps it against Fushimi’s knuckles instead. Fushimi looks at him curiously and then murmurs ‘Misaki…?’. There’s a flash of light and now Yata’s just sitting there in front of Fushimi, both of them looking kinda bewildered. Yata realizes he’s back to normal and cheers, behind him he hears this ‘heh’ and Fushimi grins as he’s like you really are a stupid chihuahua huh Misaki. Yata’s like what did you say and Fushimi says he doesn’t know what happened but if he’d known he was helping Yata he wouldn’t have done it. Yata’s like yeah well I wouldn’t have asked for your help either. He pauses, about to go and suddenly all awkward, and then Yata mumbles ‘but still…thanks, Saruhiko.’

#sarumi #Talking K #it's the like little mermaid but with dogs #imagine tiny Yata yapping at everyone #mentally he has a whole angry monologue going #he thinks he must be some big scary dog #but he's the smallest yappiest dog #Fushimi could dropkick him if he wanted to

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yutafrita · 9 months

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To Pierce The White Eye- FIN.

One / Two / Three / Four / Fin. / Other J. Fic

Psychic!Jaemin x Reader (She/her)

Warnings: Hell is depicted at the start (eternalsuffering), religious/ occult imagery, physical and emotional violence

WC: 4.8K

It’s impossible to tell how much time passed. Hell makes it so you’re constantly exhausted but unable to sleep for more than an hour at a time. Jaemin is only kept alive thanks to the bracelet Satan gave him, but you can tell he’s struggling.

You needed to get him back to earth.

You were given full reign to roam Satan’s castle, but behind every door and unknown hallway was horror personified. Jaemin, however, was not allowed to roam without you or Satan, making it difficult for you to even begin to plot an escape for him.

Each 24 hour cycle started with you being dragged to Satan’s throne room, having to listen to the pleas of tortured souls beg for mercy only for Satan to deny them. Following that, you were allowed an hour or two of grace before being yelled at by the Prince’s of hell and humiliated for not having flames as strong as Satan before then getting your ass kicked.

“How dare you be the one father chooses to give his throne to?” Was a very popular sentiment.

To that, you never replied, but in your head the answer was always the same- you didn’t want the throne. You didn’t want it at all! You wanted to be a normal human on earth with the love of your life- not being tortured on an endless loop.

Your reprieve was seeing Jaemin at the last few hours of the cycle. Sobbing into each other’s arms in the small windowless room of the castle (you considered it a blessing to not have a view of the tortured souls) until sleep could finally overtake you was when you could achieve true reprieve.

The white, circular room in which Jaemin used to spend his nights alone had changed.

“This is the main building of Knight’s Cross,” you noted the night it first changed. You had grown used to the white room that held all of his visions, but this was a much welcomed change. You two walked hand in hand, sneaking peeks into different lecture halls that had different visions playing on large screens. “I love it, Jae.”

“Yeah… I love it too,” Jaemin squeezed your hand. Sitting in a lecture hall, Jaemin held you as you watched parts of Mark's future.

The screen was grainy, but it was of him getting accepted into his dream college to transfer into their creative writing program. Knight’s Cross did not have this major, and it was something you knew always made Mark unhappy. The clip, still grainy, switched to Mark venting to Johnny.

“I can’t go,” Mark was pacing the faerie’s dorm up and down.

“Sure you can,” Johnny was nonchalant, despite your brother’s anxiety.

“I don’t want to take on Knight’s Cross but… she isn’t here. She’s the one who deserves to be Knight’s Cross next leader.

You leaving may have saved your brother’s life, but it also left him a burden he too did not deserve to bear.

End of a 24 hour cycle- which meant you were yanked out of bed and forced to start all over again. Rinse. Repeat. Until, one day, you find yourself waking up naturally with Jaemin, and real sunlight kissing your cheeks. You were expecting this warmth to be removed by force in some sort of cruel jokes, but you slowly blinked open your eyes, your breath catching.

You were in your family home, in your old bedroom.

“Jae!” you were shaking his shoulders despite him already being weak, wanting to see if this was real- how could you even be back? Jaemin was groggy, and as you were loud in your shouts of glee, you could hear stomping down the hall outside your room.

“We… how the fuck?” he seemed afraid to be happy, and you couldn’t blame him. How was it your chest wasn’t bogged down by painful weights and you were able to breathe in air that didn’t sear your lungs?

The door to your room burst open and Mark rushed in, immediately wrapping you in a hug. Others flooded into the room and swallowed both you and Jaemin in tight embraces marked with tears of joy.

“Is this real?” you asked your family, both you and Mark sobbing onto each other's shoulders.

“Y-yes,” your Dad was hardly able to speak as the tears were making it difficult.

“Sicheng told us all what happened the night you guys disappeared,” Hendery was still hugging you both but was the only one not in tears, “so, with his abilities we all sort of got to work.”

“Sicheng and another person entered hell so that you two could leave,” Mark finished. You paused, looking at the people here with you- who else could have gone to hell with Sicheng?

“It… it was your birth Mom. He managed to locate her and big along,” Ten’s tears had subsided enough to answer the question you hadn’t even voiced yet. This was surprising to you. Your birth mother was alive, and seemingly had no interest in knowing you- and truly, you had no interest in knowing her. You were just thankful to everyone for saving Jaemin and yourself- this was your family. You were back on earth with your family, the love of your life, and that was all you could have ever asked for.

So, when you get Mark alone, you convince him easily to take the chance and switch schools. You were going to hate not having your brother at all times, but you were happy that he was happy, and were excited to see where his future would take him. You were also excited at the prospect of learning the full ins and outs of Knight’s Cross College, and as two years passed and you finished your first degree, you were ready to begin shadowing your father on the job.

Before your college graduation, however, there was one more ceremony you had to attend.

You fixed the collar of Jaemin’s scarlett blazer, dusting off his shoulders before you took a step back. Yuta’s family colors were a deep scarlet and black, and it was tradition for the oligarchy to wear the family colors of the soon to crowned leader of the mythics

“You look great,” you complimented. Yuta’s coronation was set to start in an hour, and your house was in chaos as all of your friends were frantically doing their finishing touches. You wore a scarlet dress with a black shrug, making sure to match Jaemin as best as possible. The psychic seemed nervous, and you squeezed his shoulder to silently ask.

“I… Blue, I have to tell you something,” Jaemin felt guilty. He knew the coronation would go smoothly, but he was well aware of what would happen afterwards.

“Hang on, I have something I want to give you,” you slipped into the kitchen, grabbing the small wrapped item. You returned to the living room, Jaemin tapping his fingers nervously together. God, he was so beautiful. You blinked quickly, handing him the package.

“What is it?”

“You have to open it,” you teased. You were nervous, watching as his ringed index fingers slowly began to unravel the package you picked up earlier. “I think the reason you couldn’t find that Sly Cooper comic is because… I was the one that was meant to find it at a reasonable price.”

His eyes went wide as he looked at the comic he had been hunting for several years.

“Yeah sure maybe I wasn’t officially your soulmate but,” you were just speaking now, waiting for him to say anything until he tilted your head up and pressed a small kiss to your lips.

“We were always meant to be soulmates… thank you for this,” he gestured to the comic, and you could feel the giddiness.

“Of course! I came across it at the comic convention a few weeks back,” you stopped smiling, remembering the nerves that still visibly sat behind Jaemin’s smile.

“So, is everything okay?” you kept your voice low hoping the two vampires upstairs wouldn’t be able to hear you two.

He grabbed your hand with his free one, hoping to quell some of your nerves, “yes just… well… I…”

“Jae, spit it out.”

“Yuta spoke to me about when he takes the crown, he wants to end the oligarchy and have me as the interim chancellor until elections can be made,” Jaemin spat out. Your eyes were wide as you ran through what he was saying.

“How clear is this future?” you asked. Yuta may have spoken with him, but you knew Jaemin would verify the path before accepting or declining. He wouldn’t even bother telling you if the likelihood wasn’t high enough.

“... Clear. Crystal Clear.”

“... Okay,” you nodded, “do you want to be leader?”

“I… I think so.”

“Good. You’re going to be great,” you affirmed. You wanted to always have Jaemin’s back, and even if it made you nervous, you knew he would be the leader the mythic world needed.

“You’re not mad?”

“Jae- why would I be mad? I’m proud of you, and I’m happy Yuta sees in you your abilities to lead.”

He squeezed your hands, laughing in embarrassment at his own fears, “good, because I’ll need you with me every step of the way.”

“Good, because you won’t be getting rid of me that easily.”

You kissed the tip of his nose only to hear sounds of disgust. Looking up towards the stairs, you saw Mark and Hendery cringing at the site.

“It’s been two years,” you sighed in defeat.

“Still gross,” Hendery moved past the two of you, slapping Jaemin’s shoulder as he did. The night prior, mythics who did not have to travel from afar, were ‘highly encouraged’ to help do the work of any final preparations needed for the coronation, and as such, most of your mythics friends parents were roped into the task. According to Jaemin’s mother, whom you had dinner with the night before, stated it was mainly ceremonial- selecting the proper flowers, and making sure the protection barriers were up.

The living room slowly filled up with everyone else in your group, and Jaemin squeezed on the couch next to you after putting the comic away in your room. Ten skipped downstairs afterwards to show off his new scarlet suit, and Johnny slinked down shortly thereafter with his hair slicked back. Chaein entered the space after rummaging through your family’s fridge, her multiple earrings jingling as her elf ears twitched to absorb any noise. Taeyeon has been ready for a while in her silver chain dress. Her and Chaein’s families weren’t in the oligarchy, so while Taeyeon wore her family’s strong silver, Chaein wore a soft lilac dress accented only by the baby pink shawl on her shoulders.

Taeyeon promised to not try and listen to any of the psychics' thoughts, but judging by Jaemin’s glare she couldn’t help herself from at least trying. It’s easy to tell when a mind reader has been rifling through your current thoughts- it physically feels like a hand is combing through your brain. Jaemin’s simple glare at her was enough to get her to back off. He couldn’t exactly blame her- Jaemin could see the future, and she could read his brain.

“Who is Yuta going to have holding the item he’s sworn in on?” Johnny asked as you all waited on your father.

“Don’t they usually swear on scrolls from the Sect of Satan?” Taeyeon asked. Satan’s name didn’t send the fearful chill down your spine as it once had. He may be your biological father, but with Sicheng at the helm and Satan apparently off somewhere with your biological mother, your fear of him had begun to dissipate. It helped that you had Jaemin to cling onto when those fears creeped their way back up, but you were there for him when they rose for him as well. It also especially helped to get the occasional letter from Sicheng, reminding you that earth was yours and hell was his.

“I know he’s swearing in on a copy of Frankenstein,” Ten added. While everyone in your group over the past two years came to know of your biological heritage, no one had made you feel weird for it at all. It was all you could have ever asked for.

“Why Frankenstein?” Chaein had voiced what you were also wondering. Frankenstein was your favorite novel, and while Jaemin mentioned in passing that Yuta was in a human literature course, you couldn’t understand why he would pick that.

Ten shrugged and you all sat in silence. While you had come to accept your past, you couldn’t help the guilt you felt regarding the soon to be King. It was clear to everyone that being King was the last thing Yuta wanted, but you knew that it was indirectly because of you that he was put in this position. You wanted to tell him, but you had no idea where to even start. You tried soothing yourself with what Jaemin told you, but the feeling was still hard to shake.

“Did we decide on a cape or no cape?” Your father came barreling down the stairs. Your family’s colors were the same as Knight’s Cross College- a deep Navy blue accented by a rich gold. Your Dad’s suit consisted of the Navy with leaves of gold stitched onto the sleeves. The cape was a gaudy gold color that everyone physically cringed at, earning a sigh from your father as he went back upstairs to put it back.

“I wish you were in our colors,” Mark randomly spit out, earning laughs from the rest of the room.

“Dude, Jaemin is having her up there with the rest of the oligarchy, she can’t stick out like a sore thumb,” Hendery shook his head.

“But still! I can still feel like that!” Mark’s response earned a boo from everyone else, just as your father finally returned to the living room ready to go.

The group was then split in half for the journey- your father, Mark, Ten, Johnny, and Hendery in one car, and the rest of you in Taeyeon’s smaller vehicle.

The coronation was to be held in an isolated area about a half an hour out from town in a mythic non-denominational worship hall- or an old church, depending on who you asked. Chaein swore the place was beautiful. You were just glad it wasn’t a sect of Satan. You may not fear him, but the nightmare of hell would have been enough to turn you away from a building worshiping it.

The first fifteen minutes of the ride was quiet, the only noise in the car being the radio Chaein was managing, and the sound of the car’s wheels along the road. Trees lined both sides of the road, making it difficult to gauge much in terms of distance and how far along you really were.

“How do mythics prevent humans from just… waltzing over to this place?” You asked, breaking the silence.

“With fairy dust usually,” Taeyeon answered. “There isn’t a lot that can be produced… ethically, so it’s usually saved for important structures like this one.”

“Why is this building so important?”

“Well, it’s where the agreements amongst the mythics was initially signed. So, most rulers choose to have their coronations here,” it was Jaemin that explained this. “Most, except for like three I think.”

“An elvish king, maybe a vampire queen?” Chaein wondered out loud, earning a sigh from the mind reader.

“Do you guys even pay attention in your mythic history classes? It was all the previous Na psychics,” Taeyeon sucked her teeth. “Jaemin, how do you not know that?”

“A Na hasn’t been a ruler in either of my parents lifetime, it’s not super relevant to me,” he chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“Especially with the addition of elvish families and mind readers into the oligarchies, I don’t blame you,” you added.

“At least you know that much about the oligarchies,” Taeyeon conceded. The greenery began to thin out. The trees began to fade and giveaway to large, grassy knolls and empty fields only bordered by small wooden fences.

“We’re getting close,” Chaein stated, earrings ringing. The car was silent for several more minutes, the only thing you could see being miles and miles of empty fields until Taeyeon turned into what seemed like random iron gates on vacant farm land.

At the front of the iron gates was a burly man with a cloak that concealed his face. He gestured to Taeyeon to lower her car window, to which she obliged.

“Everyone in the car please state your name and species,” they leaned themselves against the frame of the car, until their eyes settled on Jaemin. You looked over at Jaemin, noting his blank stare as one of his eyes was white. The man’s eyes widened in shame as he quickly let go and bowed. “I did not realize a member of the oligarchy was in this vehicle, my deepest apologies. Please proceed.”

“Thank you!” Taeyeon hollered, not raising her window as the iron gates opened and allowed you all to enter what seemed like empty farm land. “That guy shit himself when he saw Jaemin,” she giggled.

“Happy to help,” Jaemin replied, earning a chuckle from everyone else in the car. Before your eyes then, the sunlight seemed to shift. It was as if the sun was reframing itself, and the lighting adjusted to reveal a massive, ornate Victorian structure, cars lining themselves around the building and slowly having different mythics shuffle towards it.

Stepping out of the now parked car, the ground around you shifted from gravel to a beautiful marble that flanked the entire area.

“Woah,” you breathed out once you stepped out of the car, your eyes as wide as saucers as you took in the site. You initially saw the building as Victorian with it’s steeply pitched roof and ornate gables, but the asymmetry in the design, the disproportionately weighty towers, coupled with the building being coated in an eggshell white threw off any proper time period you could place it in.

“It is pretty cool, huh?” your Dad had parked next to you all and was adjusting his coat next to you as you admired the building.

“It’s incredible.”

“Yeah, the beauty of it never ceases to amaze me either,” he affirmed, before pulling you into a side hug. “You know I’m proud of you, right?”

“I haven’t done anything.”

“I’m still proud of you.”

“Thanks, Dad”

“All right, we’ve gotta go before the council kills us,” Ten yanked yours and Jaemin’s arms, pulling you forward and away from your party. You didn’t catch too much attention as you maneuvered through the small crowds to slip to the back of the building, all the while your shoes pounded the marble flooring. Before Ten could even knock on the large, wooden oak doors, the door sprang open to reveal Ten’s mother.

“Oh, my baby!” she cheered, rushing to wrap him in a hug. Her outfit was a large, poofy, scarlett dress that seemed to swallow Ten as she kept him pressed to her tightly.

“I was with you yesterday!” he bemoaned, trying to get out of her embrace. She sighed, following his wishes. She moved aside then, allowing her son to move past her.

“Hello,” Jaemin greeted blankly, also moving past her.

When her eyes landed on you as you approached, you smiled widely, and wrapped each other in hugs. You sometimes can forget how cold vampires naturally are, and even though her embrace made you chilly, her sheer enthusiasm was enough to make you feel warm.

“You look so lovely,” she smiled, looking back over her shoulder to glare at Jaemin, “have you complimented her?”

Jaemin was reeling, “I… I hope I did! She looks perfect.”

Ten’s mother scoffed before pushing you inside the building. “Men, I swear. Anyways- Ten, show them the way to the dressing spaces.”

“Got it,” Ten affirmed before leading the way. Jaemin squeezed your hand tightly as if you were going to slip away.

The back hall was a bustling area, several other mythics in red and black colored garments walking around and asking questions, organizing papers, and seeming to be in a panic.

Brushing past the main back hall, you were led to a small hallway that seemed to hold different dressing rooms. The walls changed from the bricks to old, floral wallpaper, and you found yourself getting increasingly frustrated by the strange design of the building. Some rooms were open, and you could hear laughter from a few, smoke emanating from another, but it was mainly quiet as you were led towards the end of the hall.

“These are my family’s,” Ten stopped in front of the last open door. It showed an open parlor with several vampires of varying ages lounging on large couches, stopping their gossip to begin waving Ten in.

“Yeah I’m coming,” he rolled his eyes, but you knew he was happy to see them before he looked back, “see you guys on the other side.”

“See ya,” you waved as Ten shut the door. Turning back to Jaemin, you saw he had moved to one of the last doors in the hall, glaring at the door. “You okay?”

“Yeah…” he faced you then as you reached him, before he wrapped an arm around your waist, “you really do look amazing.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you complimented, earning a small kiss on the cheek.

Jaemin opened the door, and instead of seeing his parents and sister as you had expected, it was just a single person seated in front of a mirror.

“I thought vampires didn’t show up in mirrors,” you joked, hoping to mask the surprise you and Jaemin felt upon seeing the soon to be king waiting in Jaemin’s family room. Yuta laughed before he stood up tall.

His suit jacket and pants were fully encrusted in ruby and Alexandrite, and with the countless rings on his fingers and the way his hair was combed, there was no doubt he was set to be king.

You saw in the mirror Jaemin’s eye go white before flipping back to their natural brown.

“So you know why I’m here,” Yuta noted the change, moving closer to you both.

“For me, my answer is yes. It hasn’t changed from last time you asked,” Jaemin looked towards you, a small smirk forming on his lips. He looked so handsome, you wished for a second that Yuta wasn’t there so you could be alone, but you blinked the thought away. “I’ll give you two some space.”

This surprised you as Jaemin stepped out of his family room, sending a wink your way before shutting the door. Your boyfriend who was once insecure about a potential future had grown a lot in the time since you had first met.

You met Yuta’s gaze, gesturing for him to speak.

“Well, I really have two things to ask.”

You stayed silent, watching as he fidgeted under your gaze before he cleared his throat to continue. “I’ll be adding a position to my cabinet, and while I respect your father, I would rather your opinion.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I will be adding the position of human liaison, and the position is yours, if you take it.”

You felt immediate guilt. Yuta had the full belief you were still a full human, offering a position to the reason he was forced into being king. You couldn’t bear to hide the truth from him any longer- he deserved to know why his sibling died.

“Yuta… I should tell you something.”

At this, he tilted his head, prompting you to continue. Nervously, you explained the truth about your parentage, how you were sent to the surface thanks to the death of hundreds of mythics. Yuta listened intently as you explained how you learned the truth two years back. You were glad you had a good grasp on your powers now, if not the nerves may have caused you to burst into flames.

It was quiet as you finished and this information settled on the Yuta.

“So, you didn’t have a choice in how you got to earth, and your father tried to force you into a position of power you didn’t want?” Yuta asked, a surprising smirk appearing on his face. This was not the reaction you expected him to have considering you just told him you were the reason his sibling died.

“I… guess that’s one way of putting it.”

Yuta laughed, “it’s okay. Thank you for telling me, but, does this mean you won’t be the human liaison?”

You blinked quickly, stunned at how he moved on so quickly and still asked you to have such an important position. “I… I mean… yeah I would love the job,” you paused, “what was the second question?”

*****

Hell was rough.

Jaemin’s daily routine consisted of getting his soul yanked out for a few hours on end by Satan so his gifts could be utilized. He would have done it for all eternity if it meant you weren’t there- but he was glad to be back on earth with you.

Two years with you were a gift. You were the better of the pair- a fact you would always try to counter, but nothing would ever change Jaemin’s mind. You were always helping him break out of his shell, and you had a charisma he was always in awe of. You made him feel like he mattered, and somehow always knew the right thing to say to him. So, when his future began to line up with Yuta asking Jaemin to be the leader of the mythics until a democratically elected official could be selected, the only reason he felt remotely confident was because of you.

The coronation would be in a large balcony that overlooked the main ballroom. The founding families had started out of the curtains first, a silence now emanating from the ballroom upon the sight of them. You were nervous, your hands shaking. Jaemin took your free hand, the other occupied by the copy of Frankenstein Yuta had handed to you. There was a nearly blinding light pointed to the large balcony as you and Jaemin’s parents stepped out. You had to use what little strength you had to not flinch and just stare straight ahead. Moving through the carpeted path through the oligarchy families, you found yourselves in small rows, yourself now next to Ten.

Jaemin knew Yuta planned to ask you to be a part of his council, but was surprised that Yuta actually asked you to be the one to hold the book he was to swear in on. The job typically went to family, or other high ranking officials, but Jaemin understood that Yuta’s intention with this question served multiple purposes.

One, was likely to announce the addition of the new council position. The second reason, though, Jaemin felt unsure of.

Silent seconds passed but it felt like an eternity as the rest of the oligarchy families moved through the center and into their rows, before a small orchestra began to play from below. Everyone turned towards the curtains as they rose, showing the soon to be former Queen. She looked stunning from every angle. A golden halo sat on her head that matched her golden faerie wings perfectly. Gracefully, she slowly walked down the center path, and as she did, everyone in the oligarchy began to bow, and you both followed suit.

Jaemin was so proud of you. The coronation was just as dull as he expected- the Queen making a speech that almost made him fall asleep, but as you slipped through the oligarchies to hold Yuta’s book, he felt himself light up. You were ethereal. Next to a fairy and a vampire, you were the most enchanting. The moment came and went, and once you returned to your spot, Jaemin squeezed your hand tightly to reassure you.

Yuta spoke much less than Taeyong’s mother, mainly outlining some plans and thanking everyone for guiding him on his journey to preparing for this role. Before you both knew it, the Oligarchy exited, and the festivities began.

You and Jaemin were dancing near the center of the dance floor, when you leaned in, “why do you think his crown is a crown of thorns?”

The crown that sits on the King or Queen of the oligarchy changes its form to whoever head it sits upon. Going from a golden halo on the Queen, to suddenly become an iron crown of thorns on the vampire King, was jarring to say the least.

“Hm, sounds like a new mystery for you to solve,” Jaemin teased.

“No, more like for us to solve,” you smirked, earning a laugh from Jaemin. Us.

“I love you, blue.”

“And I love you, Jae.”

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Imagine living with the guys

As much fun as it was to live together with your friends and just be hanging out with each other 24/7, it wasn't all just fun and games as the four of you would come to learn. Having left home willingly or been kicked out by your parents, you all knew the first thing you needed to do was find a place to live in. Though that was easier said than done though since there weren't a lot of people willing to trust a quartet of 17 years olds to rent their home out to. There were a lot of rejected applications and doors being slammed in your faces but that soon came to an end as it took the pity of one person - and a lot of begging and promises on your guys’ part - to finally be able to sign a lease. Though it wasn’t without its faults - beggars can’t be choosers after all - as the shower was in the kitchen for an odd reason, it had a roof and four walls which was all you needed to make it into a home.

You had only been in the shower for a minute when you let out a yelp. Suddenly and without warning, the warm water you had been using to clean yourself had turned ice cold. Jumping forward to get out of the stream, called out to the guys “Did someone finish all the hot water?”

A chorus of no's rang out from all around the apartment. “The water heater has been faulty recently.” You hear Alex yell. “Talk to the landlord already but it’ll be a few days before they can come to fix it.”

You let out a groan but went back under the showerhead, steeling yourself as you felt the water touch your back again. Putting a dollop of shampoo on your hair scalp massager brush, you began to scrub your hair. Hearing the footsteps of someone coming into the kitchen, you listened as they rifled through the cabinets, the clinking of bowls and spoons, and the opening and closing of the fridge sounded throughout the room. Putting your head under the water, you washed off the shampoo from your hair.

“[Name]!” You hear a whine from beyond the shower curtain. Reggie.

“What?”

“You’re getting water on my cornflakes!” Though you couldn’t see him, you could just picture the pout on his face while holding his bowl of cereal out for you to see as if you could see it from behind the curtain.

“Sorry, Reg but I got work in an hour. I need to take a shower to wake me up or I’ll be late.”

You hear another set of footsteps walk into the room and the sound of a shoulder being patted. “I’ll buy you a breakfast burrito from the gas station,” Luke tells Reggie. “But now we got to go or we’ll be late. Rents coming up soon and we’re short.”

Getting your towel and wrapping it around yourself, you step out of the shower to see the two leaving the apartment. “Have a good day at work.”

“You too!” They turn back to wave at you before closing the door behind them

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Gangsta pt.1

Chris Sturniolo x y/n

(I based this off the song )

Contains-violence, kidnapping kinda , knives, being cut with a knife(not like enough to hurt you just to get information out of you)

Y/n pov-

It’s late as fuck right now but I was craving some ice cream so I decided to take a walk to the store a couple blocks over.

It’s storming so I threw on a rain jacket and made my way out of the door.

I like stormy weather and honestly walking in the rain is calming. I put one AirPod in so I wasn’t walking in silence but I also wanted to be alert of my surroundings since it’s 2 am.

I make my way into the store. It’s nice to have a store that’s open 24 hours since a bitch gets random cravings late at night .

I make my way back to the ice cream section and grab two flavors and make my way to the register. As I was checking out I looked out of the windows behind the counter and noticed a guy in a hood talking to another one . It seemed pretty normal until one of them pulled out a gun and pointed it at the other. I immediately looked down hoping they wouldn’t notice I saw what they were doing. I payed quickly and thank the cashier before I rushed to the door hoping to be able to make it out without being noticed.

I threw in my hood and walked with my head down out of the store . I glanced over at the guys in the corner having a full on screaming fight. Something about “owing him money” and “pay me before I put a bullet in between your eyes”

My heart starts to race but I can’t seem to look away. I’m nosy but the fact one has a gun should make me want to immediately run for my life but … I don’t.

As I’m watching the one with the gun turns around and makes eyes contact with me . I immediately panic and turn my head beginning to run away down the street .

Hey where the fuck do you think your going one yells but I don’t dare turn around . I continue running as the wind picks up and my hood blows off and the rain hits my face.

I’m struggling to breathe since it’s kind of cold outside and the icey wind is burning my lungs. I start to slow down a bit thinking I was safe as I walk through the park that is the best route to get home quickly.

As I stop to take a couple breaths and calm my heart rate I hear tires screeching on the wet cement. Immediately my head snaps in the direction and see a red Camaro speeding down the road in my direction.

WHAT THE FUCK I think as the car slows down by the park and the window rolls down and I meet eyes with him. The man who was holding the gun.

Fuck I breathe as I immediately start running again dropping the bag with my ice cream . The least of my worries is my fucking ice cream right now.

I reach the end of the path in the park meaning I have to cross the road but before I can even try the car screeches to a stop in front of me .

Get in the fucking car he says as his icy blue eyes meet mine

Fuck no I say as I turn to run back the opposite direction back through the park.

I hear the car door slam and the sound of feet vastly approaching me causing my heart to race.

FUCK FUCK FUCK. I should stayed the fuck home.

My inner thoughts were screaming at me. Why didn’t I run when I had the chance. I just had to stand there and be nosy like a dumb ass fucking bitch.

I try to b line it through the trees but get pulled back aggressively by my hood choking me in the process.

Should have ran when you had the chance princess he says in my ear as his hand is over my mouth covering my screams . I wiggle around trying to get out of the tight hold he has on me but fail.

I’m so fucked . What the fuck is he gonna do. What if he is gonna kill me for seeing what I saw.

He drags me back to his car opening the passenger side door and holding me down securing your wrist with strong ass duck tape .

He slams the door as he gets into the drivers seat.

HELP i scream when he opens his door .

He shoves his hand over my mouth and grabs me by the hair with his other hand tugging so harshly tears form in my eyes and i whine into his hand.

Shut the fuck up. I’m not going to hurt you.

That sentence would normally calm somebody down but it’s 2 am and no one knows i went to the store and not to mention. HE FUCKING KIDNAPPED ME .

I bite his hand causing him to pull it off my mouth .

What the fuck did you just bite me he says looking down at his hand.

Sure fucking did . Get your fucking hand off me right now i growl at him causing him to look shocked and to unhook his hand from my hair.

He puts the car into drive and starts speeding down the road.

Where the fuck are you taking me i say in a panicked tone. As i watch the houses speed by as he accelerates even more .

I suggest you shut that pretty little mouth before I do it for you he says holding up the roll of tape.

My teeth click shut as my breathing is accelerating and the panic starts to set in . How the fuck did I end up in this situation. Of all the people I could have ran into I run into this guy who’s obviously dangerous.

We reach the highway and he speed down it in the fast lane before he pulls off an exit and we reach dark woodsy backroads. I’m panicking even more now.

He’s gonna take me out Into the woods and kill me. This is the end.

I continue panicking until we reach a nice ass gate with gargoyles on each side. He clicks a button and it opens as he pulls through it and it shuts behind him.

We drive down a long driveway with deep woods lining each side.

After probably 5 minutes we reach a huge house with a fountain in the front .

I stare in disbelief. He took me to a fucking mansion. Who the fuck is this guy .

He shuts the car off and gets out going over to my side and unbuckling my seat belt and dragging me out of the car.

W-what the fuck where the fuck are we ? I stuttered as he drags me to the front door.

My house now shut up he says aggressively

I shut up not wanting to escalate the situation more than it already is . I have no idea how far we are from my house since he was speeding so fast. That has my stomach turning . I’m freaking out but also a little intrigued. If this man didn’t just kidnap me I’d say he’s the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life .

He opens the door and shoves me inside as he shuts and locks it behind him.

I look up to see a man standing at the top of the stairs looking at me with questioning eyes.

I look down immediately getting scared knowing I’m now in a house with not only him but another man.

CHRIS . Who the fuck is this and why are her wrists duck taped the guys says before he makes his way down the grand staircase.

Chris… that’s some good information to know for later.

Chris shoves me forward again.

Why don’t you answer him princess . You know damn well why the fuck your here

I suck in a breathe and shake my head to scared to even open my mouth right now. I have no idea what he’s involved in but I know it can’t be good.

Answer him he says grabbing me by the back of my head and taking my eyes off the floor to meet the other mans who’s standing in-front of me waiting for an answer .

I- I don’t know . I didn’t do anything please just let me go .

Take her down to the room . I’ll be there in a second . Chris says to the other guy.

The other guy grabs me and starts dragging me down the flight of stairs leading to what i'm guessing is the basement.

What the fuck let me go you fucking bitch I seethe at him trying to kick him . I land a hard kick on his heel causing his to stumble.

you know you have a big mouth for somebody in your situation right now he says to me with hard eyes . Kick me again and see what the fuck happens he continues dragging me down the last stairs and down a long dark hallway into a room with a couch and a table with some chairs around it.

he throws me down on the couch and makes his way back to the door quickly shutting me in.

FUCK YOU ASSHOLE I scream as I get up and run at the door trying to knock it open . Instead I end up almost breaking my fucking arm .

Fuck I cry out as my arm throbs with pain. The door is not wood if anything its metal painted to look like wood.

I start crying finally letting my emotions get the best of me .

I went out for some god damn ice cream and ended up getting kidnapped and locked in a basement . Just my fucking luck .

I decide to go back and sit on the couch crying from the non stop pain in my arm and everything else.

After god knows how long the door opens and not only the guy who threw me in here walks in but so does two other guys then Chris .

But what catches my eye is the dagger in his hand that he's spinning between his fingers.

I back up as far as I can into the corner of the couch and they all stand there watching me with smiles on their faces which is very unsettling.

Get up and come here Chris says

I just look at his with a dead pan look on my face.

fuck you is all I say as I stay seated. Im not even scared anymore i'm just pissed off and want to go home but the last thing i'm going to do is listen to his orders .

his smile drops as he tilts his head at me with a very unsettling look in his eyes that has me gulping.

Okay then he says smiling again as the two other guys walk over to me grabbing me and pulling me over to the table and forcing me to sit down as they turn the chair to face Chris. I whine as they keep a tight grip on me as they undo the duck tape around my wrists.

Just when I think i'm free they duck tape them behind me to each leg of the chair making my back arch painfully and I have to hold my head back at an angle. Then they move to my ankles . Immediately I start kicking trying to hit them . One of them grabs my leg painfully hard digging their fingers in causing me to scream out.

OW FUCK

then don't fucking kick at me he says in a warning tone. I stop kicking and he lets go. They finish taping my legs to the chair. Im now fully unable to fight back which is very concerning .

now ... chris says coming closer to me causing my breathing to accelerate. You're gonna tell me who sent you to get information on me

What the fuck are you talking about I say confused by what he meant .

If you wanna play stupid that's fine but you're not going to like the outcome.

Im not playing stupid I literally don't know what you're talking about I bite back with attitude.

he steps closer and his blade hits my leg warningly.

Answer or my knife breaks skin. Your choice he says in a deep tone.

I start breathing hard panicking. Im really in deep fucking shit now. What's he gonna do when he doesn't get the answer he wants.

I- I just went to the store for fucking ice cream I swear to god . I don't know who your are and I was not sent by any... I get cut off by his blade slicing my leg . Not deep but enough to sting.

mmm what the fuck I whine out . he didn't even give me the chance to finish my sentence.

let's try that again . This time answer honestly he says .

I gulp . He seriously thinks I'm lying and I don't know how to convince his i'm not.

I swear to you please I wasn't sent by anyone I cry and this point i'm tearing up. I don't know how far he'll go and I don't want to.

Slice. He cuts me again a little deeper on my upper thigh causing me to cry out.

Fuck p-please I swear i'm not lying I cry as the tears fall down my face.

mmm thats what they always say he says into my ear causing me shiver.

W-why would I lie. do I look like the type of person too be sent by some one to spy I cry as my legs start to tremble. Im starting to slightly go into panic mode trying to find anything to say to prove i'm innocent.

yes you do actually he says as he presses his blade into my arm.

Are you fucking kidding me what part of me makes you think that I ask ask more tears spill out of my face.

They always send the pretty ones to do the dirty work

For some reason I almost smile at the fact he called me pretty but I stop myself .

I laugh. You think because i'm pretty I was sent to spy on you for who the fuck knows what . do you know how fucking crazy you sound right now

he growls as he slices through my sweatshirt and rain jacket and through my skin harsher than the others.

One of the other one groans. Shouldn't have said that the guy says in a whisper tone but I still heard it .

The next second Chris slices down the front of my sweatshirt exposing my lower stomach .

WHAT THE FUCK STOP S-STOP IM NOT LYING PLEASE I scream with worried eyes as his blade presses into my side.

He stares into my eyes. His are cold and dead as mine are felt with fear and tears that threaten to pour out.

okay then you have one chance to convince me he says as the blade pokes into my heaving stomach.

o-okay I decided to walk to the store since I didn't want to drive in the rain and I only live a couple blocks away. I wanted ice cream so I went to the store got my ice cream and when I was at the register I noticed you and the other guy talking but then you pulled a gun and I panicked so when I was leaving the store I was going to just leave and not be seen but then I saw part of your face and I just couldn't make myself look away or move and then you saw me and I ran and now ... YOU FUCKING KIDNAPPED ME I was staring into his eyes searching to see if he believed me or not.

The guy who threw me in here stepped up to Chris

dude I don't think she's lying that was to much detail to think of the spot

Chris's face softens as he look back down at me.

You're not lying are you he says with a worried look on his face

n-no i'm n-not I pr-promise you i'm not I cry. Relief washing over me as he immediately goes to free my arms then my legs . When my arms are free I hug myself and continue crying. Im embarrassed that these men are watching my grown ass cry but as of right now I don't care that much.

i'm so sorry . I was paranoid I freaked out and I took it out on you

He tries to put his hand on my shoulder but I stand up and back away. He raises his hands and sighs .

He may be hot as fuck but I don't want him to touch me after what he just did.

d-dont touch me I say as I look into his eyes . He looks down at the ground and sighs as he drops his hands .

The others leave the room leaving us alone which i'm not happy about but now that he knows the truth I know he won't hurt me .

look i'm really sorry . The ... business I am in is risky and you can never trust people . I didnt believe you at first and i'm sorry I cut you I should have let you explain . Can you forgive me ? he asks his face filled with regret .

You’re right you should have let me explain but... your gonna have to work for my forgiveness I say looking at him and he smiles. Not the sadistic smile he gave me earlier but a warm smile that made my heart flutter. When he's not interrogating me with a knife he actually looks ... warm and kind.

What can I do to get you to forgive me he asks genuinely wondering.

well since you cut through my sweatshirt and pants ... a change out clothes would be nice I say with a small smile.

okay but ... you need to let me clean the wounds so they stop bleeding

o-okay fine I say as I step closer to him . He offers his hand for me to take. I reluctantly slide my hand into his and he starts leading me out of the room and down the hall back up the stairs and through the entry way then up the second flight of stairs then we reach a door.

He opens it and leads me in . I’m guessing it his bedroom . It’s nice but dark and simple.

come on lets get those cuts clean he says with a soft smile and leads me into a bathroom.

he tells me to sit on the counter as he grabs the supplies.

okay I know this is uncomfortable but your gonna need to take your pants off he says looking at me with an awkward smile.

I sigh and slowly slide my pants off avoiding eye contact then hop back up on the counter . He grabs some cotton pads and squirts something onto it then walks to stand in front of me .

This is going to burn so

just fucking do it I say as I close my eyes and scrunch my eyebrows anticipating the pain I’m about to feel.

the second the cotton ball hits the first cut I scream.

JESUS CHRIST

I know I know im sorry ill try to go as quickly as possible

he moves to the second cut and I wince and grab his arm in a tight grip causing him to stop his movements. I open my eyes to meet his as he has his brows raised with a look on his face that says "let go of my arm and it will go faster" so I let go and sigh leaning my head back into the mirror As he finishes cleaning that one

okay legs are done now we gotta do the arm one

I open my eyes and look at him.

Can you at least get me some new pants to put on so i'm not almost fully naked in front of you . Honestly as crazy as it sound because of what the fuck he just did to me ... secretly I wouldn't mind being half naked in front of him but he doesn't need to know that.

oh- y-yeah sorry one second.

he walks away back into his room to go grab me a change of pants. He comes back in after a couple second with a pair of black sweatpants.

here they might be a little big on you .

thank you I say as I get off the counter to pull them on.

I go back to sit on the counter and I pull my sweatshirt over my head exposing my lace bra and bare stomach to him.

he gulps and quickly looks away as he goes to grab another cotton pad to clean the deeper arm wound.

hes... blushing I think to myself when I notice his face is a shade of pink.

I smile but wipe it off my face when he looks at me as he walks back over to the side the cut is on .

He starts cleaning it and I gasp and jolt a little this cut was deeper than the others so it hurt a lot more .

im almost done I promise he says as he puts a small bandage over it like he did with the rest.

okay all done let me grab you a shirt real quick he says before walking out and coming back in with one and handing it to me.

thank you I say as I pull it on wincing from the stretch in my arm where the cut is.

he leads me back out into the room and tell me to sit down and I sit on the edge of the bed. He goes to crouch down in front of me.

look-... I know you probably think i'm a psycho asshole and ... im really sorry for what I did . I never enjoy hurting woman but... in my line of work its hard to tell who's a good person and a bad one and I just assumed you were a bad one and I shouldn't have done that. Hurting an innocent person is the last thing I ever want to do and I did and ... trust me if I could go back and erase what i did tonight I would. Moral of the story you didn't deserve this and im really truly sorry. I take a second to respond until I smile softly at him.

I-its okay ... I don't think your a psycho I just... you scare me a little but I don't think you're a bad person and I accept your apology.

he smiles at me and I smile back as we just keep eye contact .

then he looks down and his face looks... sad almost.

but... I cant take you back home just yet. Don't freak out its just... there may be some people who found out about me kidnapping you which again i'm sorry about that but now some people have a hit on you and you're not going to be safe if you go home.

I gulp as my eyes start to tear up. Im actually kidnapped now and he's going to keep me here. Non of this would have happened if id just minded my business and stayed the fuck home. Now my 2 am ice cream run has turned into me now having people who want to ... kill me at least thats what I gathered.

He looks at me noticing the tears that are threatening to fall .

Please don't cry . oh god... i'm sorry but you're safe here . We have security at every gate and door and no-one inside this house will put a finger on you .

I bite my lip as I think of something to say. a tear rolls down my cheek and I look away from him . He puts a hand on my cheek and I turn back to look at him.

who knew my late night ice cream run would end up like this huh I try and joke. I actually try and fucking joke about it became thats what I tend to do in uncomfortable situations.

he chuckles a little as he wipes my tear away .

Im so sorry ... wait I don't know your name he says .

its y/n

beautiful name it suits you

t-thank you .... chris right

yep my full names Christopher but everyone just calls me chris

mmm I say as I take a deep calm breathe.

you must be tired

exhausted actually . If i'm being honest i'm so fucking tired but I don't know if i'll be able to even sleep here. My mind is on full blast even though my body and soul feel drained of any energy.

there is a guest room two doors down you can sleep in there if you'd like or... if you don't want to be alone you can sleep in here with me but I understand if you don't want to do that.

I- as nice as your being right now I don't know if I wanna sleep next to you . im lying id love to sleep next to him but I have enough self respect to not do that. so guest room it is.

understandable come on ill walk you to the room

I stand up and follow him out and down the hall to a door at the end.

he opens it up and it leads to a cozy bedroom.

cozy I say as I walk in and take it in

okay well ill let you get some sleep if you need anything just come and knock okay . I know you might now feel safe but I want you to know that im here if you need me okay.

okay. Thank you chris I say as I walk to the bed and sit down.

he smiles at me and the soft look on his face makes my heart flutter.

goodnight y/n

good night

he turns and walks out closing the door.

I turn off the light and get under the warm comforter .

I lay facing a window . All I can see is the dark night sky and the large trees.

I try and close my eyes but every time I do my mind says things that scare me and my eyes pop open.

Ive been tossing and turning for god knows how long and i'm fed up.

i'm at the point of exhaustion where I just want to cry . I start breathing heavy as I feel the tears well in my eyes . God I think this is the most i've cried in months.

I didn't want to have to do this but its the only way I might get some sleep tonight.

I get up as tears roll down my face as I open the door and slowly walk to chris's door. I stand there for a second contemplating if I should knock or not . After a minute I say fuck it and knock. I hear rustling of sheets and then steps coming closer to the door . As it opens he looks down at me seeing that i'm in tears and immediately his face drops.

Hey hey what's wrong he says in the softest voice that has my head spinning.

I take a breathe embarrassed that this man has seen my grown ass cry too many times in one day. I feel like a little girl crying to her dad she had a nightmare. God what I wouldn't do to be a little girl again and have my dad rock me back to sleep in a big rocking chair.

I- I cant sleep and im so tired I just-

he brings me into a big bear hug and I stiffen not expecting it but after a bit I melt into his arms and he runs his fingers through my hair softly calming me down slowly.

its okay come on lets go to bed he says as he still holds me close walking backwards to the side of the bed.

I unlatch from him and get under the warm covers as I take in the warm manly sent of his sheets . It's calming for some reason .

he walks over to his side turning off the light and getting in.

Im facing away from him and I know I should keep it that way but... I just want to be held . I know its weird that just a while ago this man was slicing me with a blade and now... I want him to hold me but... im just a girl.

I roll over and look at him he was looking up at the ceiling but when he sees me roll over he looks down into my eyes.

c-can you hold me I ask quietly as my face gets hot with embarrassment that I just asked him that.

of course come here he says opening up his arms.

I scoot over as I lay my head on his chest and drape my left leg over his and his arms wrap around me.

I sigh in contentment and I feel him smile against my head .

he places a soft kiss in my hair .

goodnight y/n he says in a quiet tired voice

mmm goodnight chris I say so quietly its almost inaudible and then I slowly lul off to sleep.

PART 2 COMING SOON.

I don't know If I even like this story but meh .💋

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Omg I wrote an ask but then my app crashed, I’m not sure if it sent ☠️ um. Okay if you got this ask already, please feel free to ignore this… lets see if I can remember what I wrote hahaha rip

Like the recent anon you got, I may also need some reassurance about something. What do you do if you really like a character, but then they do something highly triggering, and then it changes your entire perspective of them? And yet, you still want to be with them? I just watched AP a week ago and I was starting to hyperfixate on it. I really like Patrick a lot, probably the first time I’ve ever shipped with a villain who is THIS ruthless, and I’d see him murder ppl on screen and I’d think “oh teehee he wouldn’t hurt my OC though :)” sjfhkshdjg it also helps that I skipped almost all of the murder scenes except the Paul one (my friend who LOVES this movie watched it with me, told me to look away while they fast forwarded through the scary parts) I really cannot handle horror at all, but I wanted to try seeing this movie because I love Christian Bale. So I suppose you can say I technically only watched 30 minutes of this movie XD

I was having a real good time coming up with fluffy stories for my OC and Patrick for a full week now. But then I foolishly watched the deleted scenes yesterday without asking my friend to check the video to see if it had any triggering content… and I liked the scenes very much, except the one with Courtney. That scared the shit out of me. I have had a personal experience of being sexually assaulted and hit in the bedroom without consent, so seeing Patrick kind of yank Courtney around and yell at her, and roughly pull out, hurting her, it definitely triggered me and I was stress vomiting afterwards for a few hours. And today I woke up and I still cannot stop thinking about it. I felt really, really good with Patrick up until I watched that yesterday, and I am so shaky and nauseous just remembering it. It just keeps replaying in my head, despite me trying to stop thinking about it. I believe the director commented that they deleted that scene and replaced it instead with the scene where Patrick and Courtney are simply talking after they had slept together, where she’s just feeling depressed and saying “if you don’t call before Easter, have a nice one” or something like that, I am paraphrasing. But it didn’t imply any violence had occurred beforehand, at least I really hope not

I know Patrick is awful. I know he’s horrible. I know he is the worst, I did this to myself by liking him in the first place. I feel very stupid when I vent about this to my friends, they’re like “well… just don’t ship your OC with him if it bothers you. He’s literally a serial killer, it shouldn’t surprise you that he would also hurt women sexually. Just stop thinking about it.” but it doesn’t feel that simple, I can’t just… stop, you know? I spent an entire week *obsessing* over this character. I got serotonin out of this, it was a habit to think of him; my brain cannot simply just say “oh whatever I’ll drop him then, move on to something else”. I have absolutely tried distracting myself with other interests in the last 24 hours. I have watched other movies that aren’t scary, I have looked at different characters from romantic comedies that don’t involve murder, I have binged SpongeBob episodes lmao, but my brain is very much attached to Bateman. I want to feel comfortable with him, I like him. I wanted to ship my OC with him very badly, and I still do! I know he’s fictional, I shouldn’t be overthinking this, but I feel so shaky and unsafe when I think about him now. I feel heartbroken like I’m going through a breakup, as silly as that sounds, because I have been really looking forward to making this character someone fun to write about. I keep reminding myself it was just a deleted scene, he didn’t really hurt Courtney in bed, but god… it was jarring to see it happening regardless. I know he does these things in the book, I know he’s despicable, but I really wanted to hope that movie!patrick could be someone I could potentially try testing the waters with. Like the anon you answered recently, I have also had a poor experience shipping with villains and I am trying to reclaim that for myself. It feels scary knowing he has the potential to be physically or sexually abusive, when I am trying to practice the whole “I am the exception with villains” thing. I’m so sorry, I am writing so much omg I promise I’m almost done

So I guess I’m just asking for you to lie to me and say he’d be gentle with people in the bedroom, or that he wouldn’t bother hitting somebody or hurting them because it doesn’t bring him satisfaction...? Or even just… he didn’t hurt Courtney… *wouldn’t* hurt Courtney. Or Evelyn. Or Jean. Or whomever else. Like, if he’s ruthless, I’d rather he just murder people, not assault them, does that make sense? Oh my god I know that sounds completely out of character but I need somebody who knows him very well to try to reassure me, if you were okay with that of course. You’ve been writing him for a long time so I think you’d know him best and i know if anyone can convince me that Patrick has a gentle side to him, it would be you. And if anybody else wanted to write reassurances in the replies as well, by all means, I need all the help I can get lol. If you wanted to respond to this, of course. Please don’t feel pressured to respond if you don’t want to! Forgive me for sending such a lengthy ask. I feel very silly. Have a lovely day, I very much enjoy your blog btw you seem like a very kindhearted person :) sending you hugs. Again, please don’t worry about responding if you don’t wish to.

Hello dear!

Jesus, it's such an honor to hear people say that I know Patrick very well, it literally makes me cry! 😭

I would tell you this - when it comes to having crushes and just interacting with different characters, we all have our own visions of them. Speaking for myself, as much as I try to write Patrick canonically, I don't really write any gore or him committing murders because my psyche blocks those aspects of his personality, but I don't judge people who write him really violent and brutal - that's just not my cup of tea. I can't say that I tried to find some good traits in his personality, no, I just accepted the fact that I fell in love with a narcistic, arrogant man who has mental problems and loves to manipulate people. All those "I can fix him" things never worked for me and I never really tried to imagine him changing in a good way for me. Actually, I just let him live rent free in my head, and as for the way I write him - sometimes I feel like I want to write him being gentle and loving - I really have a thing for sweet and affectionate Patty, sometimes (most of the time lmao) I'm into some really angsty shit, so probably most people don't like my writing because in my stories Patrick appears to be a dickhead and a total bastard. But like I said, we all look at characters from our own perspective and we have the right to imagine our crushes the way we want them to be. After all, only Bret Ellis can present Patrick's character the way he is supposed to be, since Ellis created him.

Speaking of the deleted scene with Courtney, it was a little different in the book, but yeah, I wouldn't recommend reading the book because it's much more triggering and disturbing than the movie. Honestly, when I read the book for the first time, I had a big breakdown because I felt disgusted by the things Patrick did in the novel and Bret did a great job of making Bateman a real monster, so I can say that the movie version of Patrick is less off-putting. Even now I try to avoid reading the book too often because some chapters make me really depressed. But I can confess that I'm one of those people who believe in the theory that Bateman didn't commit all those murders and that they were all in his head. In Lunar Park, Bret Ellis' other book, he hinted that all the murders were actually not real. So I can recommend you to read this book because it has a lot of interesting facts about Patrick Bateman as a character from the novel.

I hope I made you feel a little bit better, and my DM is always open to talk! Thanks for sharing this with me! 💕💕💕

*sending my love and hugs!*

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