#i mean in a way yes i am one hundred percent not kidding

[xuchiya]

need to know [j.yunho]

₊˚.༄ || filth valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

₊˚.༄ I heard from a friend of a friend That dick was a ten out of ten ₊˚.༄

  Yunho has been busy lately and you were not liking one bit of it. It has been weeks since you wanted to hang out with him and considering that he had been rejecting your invites; maybe it is time to spend some days without and let yourselves be on your own stories.

You can't blame Yunho for taking responsibility for his father's company so why would be a bad friend to him?

You dress up in less clothing for your stream much less by a short crop hoodie that shows a little of your cleavage then your tiny boxer shorts. A streamer of summer, that was your nickname given by your fans— Summer. You have always been a streamer for playing horror whether be a psychological or thrill chasing games, maybe sometimes by playing valorant.

    You were at first called out for dressing way too– short nonetheless you explain that you tend to be really comfortable with playing in less clothing and people see your excellence in playing. You throw on anti-rad glasses before starting your stream, “What is up my dudes! It’s your streamer– Summer and we’ll continue playing Poppy Playtime!”

 While waiting for the game to load, you read the comments, “Looking good as always …  Thank you … Playing alone today? Yeah since they didn’t want to play this one. San is too scared …  Where’s Yunho? Oh he’s currently busy— he’s been busy nowadays so I had to play this alone. “

  After the chapter ended, you were left with a heart attack and sore throat from getting sudden jump scare but overall you enjoy the whole game, you look towards at the camera, “Well that is it for the chapter 2 since the chapter 3 will be out soon and …” glancing at the time to see that you have been playing for just an hour, “aye it’s still early. Do you guys want me to play or just talk with you guys?”

  Some comments were saying to talk since it has been a while since you went live so you went with their request, “Okay okay I’ll answer some questions then …”

 “Since when did I start playing? I think it was around 3 years ago that I started streaming through the gameplays? I was 14 when I started doing my gameplays …”

“You dance? Of course, Yeosang and Wooyoung are actually my classmates in a studio we enrolled in.” 

“Where’s Yunho? Oh he’s at work, I’m little sad he has not been spending time with me like … Tell me your schedule, I got a lotta new tricks for you .. I’M KIDDING HAHAHA!”

“Do you like Doja Cat? Yes, a hundred percent yes, I’m a huge fan of hers speaking of that …” You opened your phone to show them your last song you listened to, “I swear this is my go to song when I’m feeling myself you know…” You chuckle showing them a hand gesture down to our body.  Some of your fans ask you to play the song, some of them want you to sing or mouth the lyrics, you cackle at the last one.

  “I can’t do that, it looks weird but we can still let this play and talk …”     The music plays—affecting not only your fans, not you who is feeling the actual lyrics but the one who has been watching from their phone ever since you started streaming. 

 “Do you want to know a french word? Je suis excite.. Je suis excite, that means I’m excited right? Excite probably is exciting .. Am I right?” you said your eyes were widened a little bit, looking at the comment section for confirmation and you see some were saying yes, right and correct.

 But little did you know, it meant something different else.

 Their pants had made themselves quite uncomfortable, tight and suffocating as their eyes not only stare at your gameplay but at your display cleavage. As much as they tried to not to look like a pervert but how could he— He has desires that he tried to stir away; afraid to ruin your friendship but with you said those words as if telling him that you are horny. Adding to the fact you just said something along the line of having ‘tricks’.

  “Ohmygosh I should go to sleep or Seonghwa-oppa would smack me in the head … I’ll see you guys soon.” You did your outro and the live ended.

  Yunho tucked back his phone, walking inside your shared apartment. He and you were able to share an apartment under your brother’s permission since they both work for the same company and he did not mind as long as you both had an agreement or house rules settled.

 Those words were a huge trigger to him as he had been evading your presence; as much as dumb it sounds, his dick can not cooperate with him. Whether you were in your hoodie or favourite pajamas, nothing beats when he wants you all for himself. Love you, praise you, worship you, choke you, dick you down—

  “Oh yuyu!” You were startled when you exit your room to see Yunho leaning on the counter with a cold drink in his hand, his eyes landing on your figure and all his last string snap when you just walk in with your zipper open, exposing your tits out.

  You tried to cover them last minute but Yunho was faster, grabbing your wrist, spinning you to pin you on his chest. He leaned down, voice gruff from the pain in his pants and overwhelming horniness spilling out of his body, “nice way to greet me … tits out? Do you walk around with this …” his other free hand ran up to your chest, playing with your nipple and giving it a squeeze, making you moan a little too loud but to Yunho's liking.

 “I-I thought you won’t be home … fuck! “ Yunho breathy laugh, giving your other boob the same treatment but this time adding a slap on it, your back arching in the pain and pleasure making your ass brush up on his hard dick in his pants. 

  “Feel that? you’re the cause of it … now be a good girl for me and choke yourself on my cock.” 

  

“F-fuck! … Yunho– Oh my God!” your face was red and sweaty from how many hours Yunho had you pinned down on your bed, taking you from behind; had his dick ramming himself back and forth, hitting every inch of your walls then his tip knocking at your cervix several times as if trying to reach a deeper part of you to bury his cum.

  “You don’t know how long i wanted to fuck you so dumb that it makes me want to go faster and harder on you .. do you like that? Do you want me to keep hammering you down on this bed like a bitch on heat?” You never knew Yunho was into this kind of thing, rough and mouthy.

 You were crying out of pleasure as Yunho drilled his cock deeper and deeper until you clench around him that had him smacking his (veiny) hands on your ass, “Yu-Yunho— eugh fuck– I’m gonna cum, gonna cum– !” Yunho continues slamming his hips as your eyes roll back as you reach your orgasm, creaming his dick and milking him dry. Yunho chuckles, wrapping one of his hands around your throat, pulling you closer, bottomless.

  “You like that huh? You like it when I fuck you this hard?” You dive on the sheets, Yunho's pace persistent in making his dick wet and creamy on your puffy pussy. You look over your shoulders, engulfed in overwhelming bliss, you speak with assertive tone, “clap me, choke me, bite me Yunho.” 

 Yunho pulls out, leaving just the tip inside as he adjust his grip from your throat down to your hips, in spite of that he shoves back while you pulling back, “FUCK!” you cried, your fingers circling around his wrist, “Yu-yu — wait you’re going too fast.”

 He shakes his head, his eyebrows arching, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, “I haven’t cum yet and we can fuck all night baby.” He keep thrusting back and forth,leaning forward to grasp both of your nipples in his fingers, twisting, pulling them.

  Your head swirling with so much euphoria that it sent electricity vibrating down your pussy as you were reaching your second orgasm quickly, this time a little different from the last one, long strings of ‘oh’ and ‘fuck’.

  “Tell me baby, i need to know one thing …” He licks his lips, pressing you on his bare chest, continue to pound inside of you, almost nearing his climax, “come on baby, i didn’t fuck you that dumb did i? Now answer me.”

  You were breathing hastily, orgasm around the corner but you know best that if you don’t speak now, Yunho won’t let you cum, “Wh-What is it?”

  “Have you been fantasising about this one? Did someone tell you?” You nodded, your head moving swiftly, you felt his chest vibrate as he breathy laughs, “Yeah? 

“ y-yes…”

“From who?”

  Your throat clogged yet you oblique, moaning when his tip brushes on your cervix once again, your dignity slowly crashing but who could you blame? You were fantasising all of this for the longest time that you slipped out to one of your friends about your huge daydream to Yunho that one of your friends may or may not slip about him.

  “I heard .. I heard from a friend of a friend … that your dick is better than their exes.” His hip halted, pulling out— groaning at the emptiness but you were taken back when Yunho pulled you off the bed and towards your balcony; your eyes widened as he pushes you the makeshift knitted lounge chair.

  “Well one …” yunho’s lips brush on your ears warmly, “I have never met your friends …” He inserted himself back in, slamming back on your pussy, “And second well .. they’re not wrong.”

 Yunho pace didn’t falter as he locked his arms on yours, your arms pulled on your back; your chest full on display, bouncing each time Yunho hammered back. Broken groans left Yunho and you were also reaching your climax, “Fuck yunho!” 

 “Take my cum like a good girl!” Your eyes were clouded in euphoria, feeling full as he spurted all his cum inside you, painting your walls white. Your hole clenches on his dick before gushes of your juice burst, wetting his dick and the lounge chair.

  Yunho let go of your arms and replace his softening dick with his fingers, brushing them left and right as you squirt, your lips puckering

“Oh look at that, such a good girl. Keep squirting baby~” Yunho slaps, wipe your pussy letting you ride on your orgasm before he pulls away. Your knees gave out, thankfully Yunho caught you, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and at the back of your knees. He leads you both to your bathroom, setting you on the cold marble tile of your sink.

   Yunho settles you on the bathtub, warm water with bubbles of rose were floating on the water. You sigh contentedly, “Is this what I get for flashing you my boobs to you?”

  He laughs, shaking his head as he settles at the other end of the tub, “You want a princess treatment?” His eyes watch you carefully, cheek flaring. You played with the foam bubbles, “If you don’t mind me being your girlfriend then yeah, I want a princess treatment.”

Yunho leans towards you, leaving a soft kiss on your lips, "Deal."

 It was something you and Yunho had in common. Straightforwardness. Yet here you both are, in a situation you thought is just all in your head and fantasy.

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[freedomfireflies]

Ours*

Summary: The second part to Mine*

Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has arranged a phone-call with one of his most notorious enemies.

Lucky for you, you’ve got a front row seat to the show.

His cock.

Word Count: 4.1k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content, so please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞*

“How long?”

“Five minutes. At least.”

“And everybody knows the plan?”

Asher nods. “They don’t move until they have my signal.”

“Good,” Harry murmurs, glancing down at his desk, narrowed eyes finding the open file. “Sugar, are you doing okay?”

Without even looking over at you, Harry can sense the way you’ve begun to recoil into yourself. And your cheeks warm at the dominant but caring edge to his voice as you clear your throat and scoot to the edge of the couch.

“Yes,” you call. “Just…nervous for you.”

Asher smirks to himself as Harry looks up, wearing a similarly amused expression. 

“Nervous for us, huh?” Harry muses, leaning back in his seat as he crosses his arms. “What, you think we can’t handle it?”

“No. No, of course not, I just…I want you to get him,” you clarify, glancing down at your lap to avoid their entertained stares. 

“We will,” Asher tells you, rather resolutely. “Trust me, sweetheart. He’s not gonna be our problem much longer.”

Harry nods once in agreement. “Nothing to be nervous about. He’s nothing. A fucking cockroach with his head up as his own ass. We aren’t gonna let him touch you.”

“I’m not worried about me, Har,” you sigh as you stand from the sofa. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you. To any of you.”

He eyes you for a moment, seemingly lost in thought before motioning you closer.

Eagerly, you make your way over as Asher side steps out of the way to make room, and once you’re close enough, Harry quickly guides you toward his desk and sits you down on top.

“You don’t have to worry about me, mama,” he murmurs as he stands and makes a home between your thighs. “M’not ever gonna leave you. That’s why I’m staying here. So I can make sure you’re safe.”

You smile as he takes hold of your face between his large palms. “I always worry about you, Har. Whether you’re in here with me or out there with them. I just…I want you to be okay.”

“I am okay,” he says calmly, dipping down to press his lips to your top one. “Right here. With you.”

Asher clears his throat.

Harry’s eyes roll. “And Asher, too.”

Grinning, you glance over your shoulder at Harry’s right-hand man, who nods his approval.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he agrees. “Sean’s not gonna lay a fucking finger on you. Either of you. I promise.”

You smile your gratefulness before glancing back at your boyfriend, whose lips are pursed.

And you know why. While he understands the sentiment, he hates promises. 

This has been an ongoing argument throughout your entire relationship. 

He thinks promises are bullshit—nothing but wishful thinking and empty declarations. Nobody can guarantee anything. Especially in this line of work. You can’t possibly swear to make sure something happens when the entire world is working against you. 

But you think promises are the only real thing to hold onto you. A trust and a deal created based on faith and understanding. No, you will never be a hundred percent certain. But you’ll try. And sometimes…giving someone your word can make all the difference.

Asher knows Harry’s aversions to the phrase, having been reprimanded for it before. But you know he’s chosen to say it now because not only does he mean it…he knows you need to hear it.

So, Harry allows Asher to make you this guarantee. Because whether or not he believes in the idea…he chooses to believe in Asher. And in his ability to keep you safe.

“So…what do you need me to do?” you ask, fingers curling around Harry’s wrists to make sure he keeps holding onto you. 

“Stay right here,” he declares. “And give me something pretty to look at.”

Your face warms at the compliment, although you know he’s not kidding. “Ha, ha.”

He merely grins as he leans in for another kiss. This one much longer and much…heavier.

Whether or not he admits it…he’s nervous. He wants to know you’re safe more than he wants air in his lungs. Wants to be able to tell you that you’re safe and mean it. 

Deep down, he wants to promise you that nobody will ever get to you.

Finding Sean is simply the first step in that direction.

And if they don’t—

The phone rings.

You jolt in place from the sudden and shrill sound while Harry leans back and meets Asher’s eye.

Asher nods, finger coming up to tap his earpiece as he mutters, “Standby.”

Your heart begins to hammer inside your chest as you look between them and get ready to slip off Harry’s desk so you can return to the sofa.

But before you can, his large arm is outstretching across your body, blocking your path while his other hand moves to retrieve the phone.

Your mouth opens, ready to ask what he’s doing, but are unable to slip the question in before he brings the headset to his ear.

In a clipped voice, he sneers, “What?”

You watch his expression as he listens to the response, secretly wishing you could hear but knowing it’s probably better you can’t.

“Figured you’d find your way back to me eventually,” Harry replies, rather condescendingly. “But I’ll admit…I am a little disappointed I won’t get to put you on your fucking knees and make you beg.” 

Another beat as Harry awaits Sean’s response.

And whatever it is, it makes his brows weave a bit closer together as his teeth start to grit. The muscles in his already strong, tan arms begin to flex beneath his black t-shirt as he grabs onto your thigh and squeezes.

And at this point in your relationship, a firm touch like this doesn’t startle you, so you merely place your hand over his and do your best to offer some comfort.

He doesn’t show any signs of acknowledgment, but you know he appreciates it as he looks over at Asher.

Asher in turn takes a moment to listen to the response from his team before nodding his chin toward Harry, finger rolling through the air as an instruction to keep the conversation going.

“I’d watch your fucking tone,” Harry seethes, leaning forward as his mouth presses into the receiver. “There is no goddamn corner of the Earth that I couldn’t find you. And when you try to weasel your way out of our fucking deal…try to undercut me, and take what isn’t yours…the price on your fucking head goes up.”

You catch Asher mouth something to Harry as a silent conversation is had through tense glances.

With that, Harry presses a button on the base, slams the phone back into the switchhook, and instantly, the speakers come alive with the sounds of shouting.

Curious, your head tilts as you look over at your boyfriend, quietly questioning his intentions.

He simply throws you a smirk and takes hold of your hips right as the ringing of a gunshot echoes through.

And then, it happens again. And again. And again.

You feel the blood drain from your cheeks as you begin to piece together the truth. 

You’re listening to Harry’s team taking Sean hostage.

There’s yelling, and cursing, and more gunshots, and pleas for mercy. You imagine they’re taking out Sean’s own men first before moving for him, and the thought makes your head spin.

However, Harry smiles through it all, cupping your cheek in his palm before leaning in to kiss you. 

You go still in his touch, unsure how to devote your attention to him when so much death and destruction is happening a few feet away.

But Harry doesn’t mind. He kisses you anyway. Takes control of you the way he’s so keen to do. He pries your lips apart and slips his tongue against yours. He moves his touch to the back of your neck to go a bit deeper and fully own you. And he grins sadistically through every second of it.

There’s some faint mumbling from the other side of the phone that you don’t hear or understand. But you do vaguely see Asher press his finger back into his earpiece as he nods at whatever is being said before turning to his boss.

“Ready,” he says as Harry hums and brushes his nose against yours.

“You still with me Sean?” Harry calls, and you swallow as you await Sean’s response.

It takes a moment for it to come, the rustling of violence slowing to a stop as a shuddering breath is heard.

“Fuck you.” The response is seethed through the speaker as Harry once again smiles to himself and rolls his head to the left so he can kiss the other side of your mouth.

“Easy,” he warns the convicted felon. “There are ladies present.”

Asher’s expression is smug and while you feel rather uncomfortable bearing witness to this side of Harry’s job, you can’t help but feel a little…thrilled.

You’ve always loved seeing him like this, although it is rare. Since he’s determined to keep you hidden away from his demons. 

But now, getting to see this kind of rage, this kind of power…you’re rather smitten.

A long stretch of silence follows Harry’s response, and he uses this time to begin trailing his free hand along your outer thigh.

His fingers dance across the fabric of your skirt before innocently slipping beneath to help guide your leg a bit further over, creating more space. 

You quickly grasp onto the edge of his desk to brace yourself as you stare at him, eyebrows flying up your forehead.

However, he simply sweeps his hand from your neck to your jaw, thumb brushing down your bottom lip.

“Do you know why…I’ve devoted so much time…so much money…to making sure that the men I do business with…are capable of doing it right?” Harry asks of Sean, his eyes on your mouth, touch once again traveling up your inner thigh as his intentions become clear. “Do you know why…it’s so easy for me…to find you? Put you on your fucking knees with a barrel to your head?”

There’s no answer from Sean. You didn’t imagine there would be. Harry merely wants an audience as he does what he does best.

Shows off.

“Because you…are fucking weak,” Harry continues in a near growl as he moves his lips to your neck and his fingers to your already damp panties. “Sloppy. Pathetic. Unable to follow a simple command.”

You swallow a whine as he slips beneath the band and finds your clit. He grazes it for only a moment before moving lower to find the pooling arousal being kept from him. 

“You underestimated me,” he murmurs, kissing just below your ear. “Underestimated what I’d do…to keep her safe.”

There’s another loud thud from the phone as Harry grins and eases a finger inside your aching hole.

“So…here’s what’s gonna happen,” he decides, waiting until you’ve actually begun to enjoy the feeling of his hand before taking it away from you altogether…and stepping back.

You just about crumble, whimpering to yourself as your nails scratch down the wooden table, and you watch him with a heavy lust.

But Harry doesn’t notice, instead nodding at his partner. “Hold her open,” he calls softly to the right-hand man, who obediently moves for you.

A tad curious, and endlessly intrigued, you look between them as Harry begins to roll up the sleeves of his nice dress shirt, stopping near the elbows, while Asher makes a home behind you.

His hands find your hips and he yanks you across the desk until your back meets his chest. Then, he leans forward so he can take hold of your legs and spread them as far as they’ll go, your muscles burning from such a stretch.

And Harry watches with a hunger you don’t think you’ve ever seen. You wonder if this has always been a secret kink of his, and truthfully…you wouldn’t be surprised.

He knows that Asher is probably scared shitless right now, terrified that if he makes one wrong move…it’s his head, next.

You imagine that’s what has Harry so awestruck. Knowing that the two most important people in his life have submitted to him. That they’ll do anything he asks. That in this instance…he has the power. The control. You’ll do whatever he tells you.

It’s probably why you’re so enamored, too. Because you know you’re safe. Every other day of your life, your safety can be called into question but now…with both of these men, you have never been more protected.

You’ll happily give them your pleasure, your body, your orgasms. Any fucking day of the week.

“I…am gonna fuck my girl,” Harry continues, once more speaking to Sean as he eyes your cunt and begins to kneel in front of you. “And lucky for you…I’m gonna let you listen.”

Your heart is in your throat with this admission, skin warming as he reaches for your underwear and easily snaps it from your hips. 

“And the second she comes…I’m gonna fucking kill you,” he finishes resolutely before surging forward and licking his tongue up your pussy.

You gasp so hard, you jolt against Asher’s chest, forcing his hands to tighten around your thighs as Harry begins. 

Your eyes just about roll back as soft, practiced licks are had across your cunt, teeth nipping at you with fervor. It’s…ecstasy. 

Sure, he’s eaten you out before. And he’s always been quite exceptional at it, too.

But never like this. Never under these conditions. Not with Asher in the room. Touching you. Holding you open. Holding you down. Keeping you still for his boss—your boyfriend—as a dangerous criminal is forced to listen over the phone.

“Oh, come on, sugar,” you hear Harry tut from between your thighs, and you look down as he glances up at you through his long lashes. “You know better than to be quiet, don’t you?”

He presses his tongue flat against you before you can respond, almost as if to ensure he’ll get the reaction he’s so desperately looking for.

And it works. You whimper as you nod, allowing the sounds to flow from you freely as you slouch in Asher’s hold.

“There you go,” Asher seems to chuckle in your ear. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

And you know he does. He’s now the only thing holding you up, keeping you from melting through the desk and onto the floor. 

Harry is quick with his work. Usually, he likes to drag this particular activity out. Work you up, leaving you hanging and desperate.

But today, he wants your orgasm. Wants that permission to kill the man he’s been hunting for weeks.

So, as the sounds of muffled grunts and pained groans continue to slip from the speaker, Harry adds two fingers into play. 

The moan you make is so loud, you can hear the echo of it through the phone. You writhe between the two men, head falling back against Asher’s shoulder as Harry’s grip in your knee tightens.

Harry knows you’re sensitive. Knows he hasn’t been able to give you the kind of care and attention you deserve. In fact, he’s had you do it yourself more times this week than he has your entire relationship.

And your own hand is fine, but it’s not him. It’s not his technique or his tongue or just…him. 

He’s the only one you want. He could be shit at it, and you think you’d still come just because he was the one doing it.

The closer you get, the more your legs shake. The more adamant Harry’s curling becomes. Until he’s stroking that one spot with so much determination that you begin to slip. 

And when he feels you slipping…he stops.

Of course, he stops.

After all, he promised Sean a good fucking.

And that’s exactly what he plans to deliver.

Harry straightens back up as you dejectedly slump into Asher, your eyelids growing heavy with longing.

He rips his belt off, the clanging of the metal sending goosebumps along your arms before he undoes the zipper. 

“Of all the fucking shit…you’ve taken from me,” Harry once again calls to Sean, a razor-like sharpness to his tone, “keeping me from my girl…has got to be your worst mistake yet.”

He takes out his cock, and the sight has you drooling. Saliva instantly filling your mouth as you eagerly watch him stroke it a few times before returning to you.

His other hand finds your cunt, fingers dragging up and down and through everything that’s collected. And the brief contact makes your hips buck up as Asher tsks in your ear and forces you back down.

Then, Harry’s touch is retreating and returning to his swollen tip as he drags your arousal down his shaft, just to watch it glisten with you.

You mewl, eyes flicking up to his as you silently plead with him to fill you. To wreck you, to ruin you, to claim you in front of everybody.

He grins.

Exactly one second manages to fit between the time that he places his hands beside Asher’s to spread you a bit further and when he’s burying himself inside your aching pussy. 

He’s not patient. Not gentle. Not kind. He knows you can fit him, knows you’ll take him, so he lets you. Lets you take him, lets himself stretch you, lets himself own you.

You groan his name as your arms fling around his neck, nails scratching down his scalp as he begins his tortuous pace. 

“Fucking missed you, mama,” Harry seethes in your ear, turning to press a lazy kiss to your cheek. “Missed this sweet, little pussy. S’always so good to me, isn’t it? Squeezes me just the way I like—”

“Please,” you whisper, rather dejectedly as the pleasure begins to consume you. Overtaking the part of your brain responsible for rational, coherent thoughts.

“So fucking tight, sugar,” Harry breathes, fingers curling around your thigh as if to steady himself. “Fucking perfect. Bet they wish they could feel you. Bet they wish they could feel how fucking wet you get for me. How fucking warm—”

He snaps forward, making you whine before he’s taking hold of your waist to drag you closer to him.

“Bet Asher would fucking love…to feel you,” Harry continues, almost condescendingly as he sneaks a sideways glance at his friend. “Bet you’d make his fucking day, mama. Bet he’s never had someone as tight as you. As fucking perfect as you and your pretty cunt. Bet he wanks off to the thought of you when I’m not around.”

You can’t see Asher’s face but from the way his touch has begun to grow heavy, you have a feeling you know exactly what he’s thinking. 

Harry’s devilish smirk returns as he presses his fingers into your clit. “Do you? Do you think about fucking my girlfriend? Think about taking her any way you want? Making her moan for you the way she moans for me?”

To accompany his comment, he shifts his thrusts up, forcing you to make that very noise as Asher exhales a shaky breath behind you.

“Know you do,” Harry tells him. “Just can’t fucking help yourself, can you?”

There’s a pause in the conversation, which you assume is meant to encourage Asher’s reply, and after about a minute…it comes.

“No,” he admits, voice thick as he readjusts his grip on your thighs. “No, I can’t.”

Harry is pleased with this, smiling to himself as he slips his hand under your shirt to find your tit and knead it in his palm. “You like watching me fuck her? Like holding her down for me while I ruin her? Like to pretend she isn't mine? But yours? Ours?”

You’d almost feel bad for Asher if you couldn’t feel how much he was enjoying this little show against your ass.

“Answer me,” Harry hisses when he’s met with no response.

“Yes,” Asher grits between clenched teeth, nails pressing crescent-shaped indents into your skin. 

Harry’s smug expression only grows as he drives his hips forward until you're keening. Then, his attention returns to you.

“Gonna come for me, mama?” he murmurs, dipping down to nose under your jaw until your head rolls back against Asher’s shoulder. “Yeah? Gonna let Sean hear your pretty little cries before I kill him? You gonna be the last thing he ever fucking hears?”

And really, you have no choice. Even if you wanted to be discreet, the way he’s got you held, the way his cock is claiming you from the inside out, the way his fingers are attacking your clit is making it impossible.

Suddenly, you feel a hand on your throat as Harry squeezes and forces you upright. “No, you look at me,” he growls. “Look at me while I fuck you, do you understand?”

You attempt to nod but his grip keeps you from doing so. Instead, you simply clench around him and make another indiscernible noise.

And suddenly, everything whittles down to right now. To this moment as you watch him disappear into you over and over again. The way your body stretches to accommodate him. The way he groans at the sight. The way little droplets of sweat have begun to bead around his hairline.

He slows his thrusts some. So he can really make sure you feel him. So he can push past your muscles and drag himself through. So he can hit the spot you need until you go dizzy. Until you’re blubbering, “Please, please, please, Daddy,” repeatedly with each practiced drive of Harry’s hips.

The name seems to snap his last band of restraint as he growls and leaves bruises behind that will carry you through tomorrow.

And even Asher attempts to ease your neediness. His thumbs brushing back and forth on your thighs as he whispers, “Easy, sweetheart. It’s okay. Just breathe, yeah? Breathe.”

You’re thankful for the reminder. You don’t think you would have remembered otherwise. In fact, you’d almost forgotten how. You don’t remember anything right now except this feeling of tightness in your abdomen. Of euphoria building within your cunt as Harry repeatedly strikes you with white-hot licks of bliss.

“Getting close, aren’t you, sugar?” Harry mumbles, kisses moving down your neck as he flicks your clit beneath his thumb. Rubbing it in circles as you attempt to squeeze your legs closed. “Oh, I know. I know, honey. Want you to wait for me, all right? Want you to wait until I’ve filled you and then I want you to come with me, okay?”

You whimper again as his hand returns to your waist, waiting eagerly for him to finally find his end.

And you attempt to help him along, hands tangling in his hair, pussy fluttering around his cock, and soft, little whines urging him closer. 

The veins in his arms are pushing against his skin as he grips onto you. As he fights the urge to just throw you down onto the floor and split you in fucking half. 

You sort of wish he would.

But that thought is dangerous. Much too dangerous and you squirm a bit harder as you wrestle with the impending orgasm. Commanding yourself not to come until he has.

And feeling your struggle has Harry’s eyes rolling back as his rhythm begins to falter and he seethes, “That’s my fucking girl,” before releasing his load.

You bask in the feel of his warm seed filling you to the brim, vaguely aware of anything else until you hear Asher whisper, “Now, sweetheart. Go ahead.”

So…you do.

The office comes alive with near-pornographic moans and whispers of names. And in the middle of it all…gunshots.

Harry’s touch continues its assault on your clit as he rides you through your first and straight into your second. Wanting you to come to the sound of Sean and his men being eliminated one by one.

You choke on a pant as he attacks your sensitive, swollen cunt. As he forces you to find your second orgasm of the afternoon. As Asher continues to keep you spread, the warmth of his body, and the smell of his cologne overwhelming each of your senses.

It’s too much, too good. You feel powerless under the weight of this one moment. Of Harry, and Asher, and their promise to put you first. Keep you safe. Make it worth it.

The second one hits you so hard, it feels like a slap across the face, and Asher releases his hold on you so you can collapse into Harry’s chest and bury your face in his neck.

And Harry is more than happy to have you in his arms once again, caging you to his body as he murmurs his praises and gently slows his pace.

He kisses the top of your head, runs his fingers down your spine, and tells you how proud he is.

And as he does, Asher reaches for the phone, lifts it up, and slams it down to end the call. 

"Did so good for us, didn't you?" Harry says as you sigh with contentment and melt into his touch. "Didn't she?"

Asher hums. "So fucking good, sweetheart."

You revel in their voices. In their assurances. In the way they still sound like they're far from through with you.

And in the way you feel so safe.

Protected.

Now…it’s just the three of you.

And truthfully…

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Next Part:

~ Yours* (Pt. 3)

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~ Mine* (Pt. 1)

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wukong and mac headcannons with an s/o who has abandonment issues? i love your fics also <3

Wukong and Macaque With an S/O Who Has Abandonment Issues

(Ahhh thank you so much, I love your art!)

Wukong:

Oh Gods, he would be there for and with you one hundred percent.

Wukong has done a lot of things in his life that he regrets (much as he brags he hasn’t) but abandoning his friends was the one that makes him cringe the most.

As soon as he realizes or you straight up tell him about your abandonment issues, he makes it his life duty to be there for you no matter what which he was already doing.

He hates being patient, he loves doing things straight away and dives in head first.

But when it comes to you and your relationship, he tries his very best to take it at the pace you feel comfortable with.

If you need extra love because you feel like shit and are clingy that day, awesome!

You can lay in his arms the rest of the day if you want, the more time the merrier!

He would whisper sweet nothings into your ear to comfort you, 

“I love having you in my arms, ya know that?”

“Gods I could look at your face all day, you’re the sunshine to my day.”

“I probably sound really corny right now but i really do mean it peaches, I adore you.”

Will hold you close to him as he slowly rubs your back in comfort, pressing kisses all along your face.

If you ever feel anxious that he is going to leave you, he will make sure you know he won’t.

Will immediately take you in his arms while cupping your face, his eyes taking in all your gorgeous features as he smiles comfortingly at you. 

“Oh peaches come here, I would never ever leave you. You make my immortal days so much better, better than they ever have been. I long to see your face after a day of training with the kid. I love you so much, never forget that.”

Macaque:

Abandonment issues partners, yay!

But seriously he understands, maybe a little too much.

After the whole “incident” with Wukong, he has abandonment issues of his own but you already knew that!

Your trust in each other is built gradually when you were friends, the moment he realizes he can completely trust you he asks you to be his partner.

Understands if you need more time to trust him, however, if you say yes he is happier than he has ever been.

Although he does not really show it, trust me, he is over the moon!

“You really want to try this out? Alright then hon, let’s do it.”

He is always willing to listen if you just need someone to vent to, will let you lay your head in his lap as he plays with your hair.

His fingers tangled through your locks as he just lends an ear to your feelings, he can't help but get lost in the sound of your voice.

He’s hesitant but if you want to seek professional help with him to help with your issues, he’s willing to do it just for you.

“...Hey, about that therapy thing? If you really want me to, I’ll go.”

Will actually use the sessions to help him with his own issues, he will open up to you more and will be secretly thrilled if you do the same with him.

"Hey, you're using the advice they gave us. Glad to see you are too."

If you ever have one of your days when you are anxious he is going to leave you, will be with you every step of the way to help you realize he would never.

You mean so much to him, more than you could ever realize and he wants to make sure you know that.

“Hey sugarplum, it’s ok. I’m here, and trust me. I am not going anywhere. By your side is where I always want to be and I will make sure you are always safe and loved. You are my everything”

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[togrowoldinv]

To Shave or Not to Shave

Chris Evans x Reader

When Chris notices the gray in his beard, you assure him that it still looks good

Note: This is inspired by the recent pics of Chris where you can see he’s starting to get a little gray in his beard. I hope y’all enjoy it!

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“Hey Chris, are you about ready to go?” You ask your boyfriend for the third time in as many minutes.

He doesn’t usually stall so much before going to dinner with his family and you begin to wonder if he’s okay.

“Just one minute, y/n,” he replies with a somewhat shaky voice that does nothing to soothe your worries about him.

“Chris, are you okay?” You ask, knocking on the bathroom door.

There’s a delay before he replies and he opens the door as he does. He’s got a hair razor in hand and an unsure look on his face.

“I think I’m going to shave it,” he says.

“What? Why?” You reply, completely caught off guard by his sudden urge to shave his beard.

“It’s- I just I think it’s time,” Chris says, but you catch the way he’s looking down at this feet like a kid does when they are hiding the truth.

“Babe, what’s going on? If you wanted to shave it just to shave it then I really think you’d have done it by now,” you say softly. At your concern, Chris puts the razor on the bathroom counter.

“Okay I’ll tell you, but don’t make fun of me,” he says shyly.

“Chris, I think you know I only make fun of you for two things: wearing that belt you have had for ages and-“

“My really old iPhone,” he finishes and you both laugh.

“Exactly, yes. So you can tell me what’s going on, babe. You know I’ve got you.”

He reaches for your hand and takes it gently.

“It’s the gray,” he says simply.

“The gray?”

“In my beard. It’s starting to get a little gray and I don’t know I guess I’m a little insecure about it,” Chris says.

“Hey, I happen to love your beard. And the gray is really blending well. I think you look amazing with it, Chris,” you say genuinely.

“Are you sure? I mean I like my beard and don’t really want to shave but the gray might be a reason to. It’s not exactly cool,” he says.

“No, it is cool. It’s part of life, babe. And honestly, if I’m being real, it’s really hot on you,” you say and he smirks at you.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, one hundred percent,” you say. You walk closer to him and he wraps you in a hug.

“I love you, y/n. Thank you for being so kind,” Chris says as he kisses your head.

“I love you too, Chris. Thank you for being so wonderful,” you say.

You two hug for a few moments and stay intertwined for a sweet kiss.

“I’m not going to shave it,” Chris says and you nod.

“I think that’s a good call, babe. It looks really great with your fluffy hair. Ready to go now?”

“Yeah, let’s go to dinner. And afterwards maybe we can find out how hot you think I am?” Chris asks playfully and you feel heat rush up your neck. “We can at least watch the Red Sox game, right?”

“Maybe so,” you reply as cooly as you can and he smiles at you with what you think is the cutest smile in the world. You really do love Chris and his graying beard.

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[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 11/?

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Jason and Jazz bond, and Dick has a sort-of revelation.

Jason sat by the table after saying goodbye to Roy, Raven, and Lian and putting Danny to bed. After the revelation of Mar’i, the adults had sobered a little, and it had gotten awkward. Thankfully, the kids kept playing though Danny would side-eye Jason every once in a while. His knowing look reminded Jason that Danny was a sixteen-year-old trapped in the body of a five-year-old.

Jazz sat across from him with two cups of tea. She gave one to Jason and asked, “How are you feeling?”

Jason frowned; how was he feeling? A part of him was disappointed, but he understood.

“Jazz, when I came back, I killed people. I hurt Tim. It makes sense that Dick never told me he had a daughter. I’m doing the same thing now with Danny! Besides, nobody in their right mind would let a murderer around their child.”

“Just because you understand and can rationalize it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”

Jason smiled softly at her, “What are you, my psychiatrist, now?”

“I don’t have to be a psychiatrist to know this affected you more than you want to let on.”

Jason sighed, “I understand; really, I do. But what pisses me off is that Roy told me that Dick is obsessively looking for me. All of them are. How can they freeze me out of the family, not at least tell me, ‘Hey Jason, you’re an uncle,’ and then call me family and use that as an excuse to hunt me down like a rabid animal?”

Jazz sipped her tea, “I think they’re probably feeling guilty now because they managed to chase you away. From what I’ve heard, they like to be in control.”

Jason snorted, “Yeah, they’re all control freaks that have no issue invading others’ privacy. Starting with Daddy Bats.”

“Do you miss them,” she asked quietly.

“I do,” he answered in the same volume, “but I burned those bridges long ago.”

They stayed in silence for a while.

“I hope I’m not overstepping, but you have become my family. I see how you act around Danny, and I am grateful that you parent and love him the way a parent loves their child. Our parents weren’t the best, so I’m glad Danny will get a second chance at childhood, and it’s all thanks to you.”

Jason smiled, “Well, at least I’m doing right by Danny.”

“You think—you think you’ll ever talk to them again?”

“Not when there’s a chance they’ll take Danny away from me. They see me as unstable, but I won’t ever hurt Danny. I don’t know if I’m a bad parent, but Danny has helped me more than I’ve helped him, and he’s keeping me sane.”

Jazz shrugged, “I’m not precisely sane myself, and as long as you don’t verbally tell Danny he’s the only reason you feel your mental stability is better, then I see no harm in it. It’s bad when a parent puts that pressure on their child. However, I have a feeling you’re saner than you think you are.”

Jazz finished her tea.

“Besides, you can’t be judged by human standards.”

Jason rolled his eyes; he stopped explaining to Danny and Jazz that he was utterly, one hundred percent human.

“Do you really think I’m a good parent?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.

Jason sighed, “I miss my old family sometimes.”

“You want to talk about them?”

“I can’t talk much about the newer members, but Dick, he’s my oldest brother; he’s huggy, a huge jokester. There’s always a pun or quip coming out of his mouth. He didn’t; well, when I was younger, I thought he hated me. He was always yelling at Bruce, and most of the time, he ignored me, but eventually, he came around.”

“I remember one time he took me train surfing. It was so fun! I was hanging out with my older brother, my predecessor. He also stole Bruce’s car once and took me on a joyride after Bruce had grounded me.”

“There’s also Barbie. She helped me a lot with homework when I was younger. She’s—she’s also the only one that kept contact with me after all the shi—things I did. You remind me of her. She’s kind, same as you. And you both have red hair. She’s crazy smart like you are. The things she can do with computers,” Jason shook his head in disbelief.

“There’s Alfred. He’s like a grandfather to me. He taught me how to cook; he’s the one I miss the most, to be honest. I wouldn’t be surprised if he missed me, too, but he was giving me my space.”

Jason couldn’t bring himself to talk about Bruce. The man had been his father, but he had both disappointed Jason and been disappointed by Jason.

His biggest failure, Jason thought bitterly.

“Mom and dad,” Jazz started, took a deep breath, and continued, “Mom and dad, when they weren’t obsessed with their work, showed how much they cared for us in their way. Mom would make delicious fudge that got devoured quickly. Dad, he would call me his princess.”

“We’d go camping every summer until—until the portal opened. They had always been obsessed with ghosts, but they went into overdrive after the portal. They neglected us; Danny was being hurt. Eventually, it became too much, and Danny started detaching himself from everyone, including his friends, because he didn’t want anyone hurt.”

“I miss them sometimes, but I can never forgive them for what they did. They find out about Danny, and the first thing they do is attack! How could they?!”

Jazz was breathing hard, “How could they? They told us they loved us.”

Jazz started crying. Jason was stunned for a moment, and then he got up. He let Jazz cry on his shoulder.

Two broken people held on to each other. They may have lost an old family, but slowly, they would build a new one.

____

“Daddy!”

Dick opened his arms as his daughter flew into them. Kory floated right beside him and smiled softly at their three-year-old.

“Thanks for letting her stay with me for the week,” Dick said, “I needed this.”

“My pleasure. She wanted to see her daddy, anyway.”

Dick let Mar’i down and watched as she ran to her room.

“How’s the search going,” Kory asked.

Dick’s smile fell. They still hadn’t found any trace of Jason. Alfred was telling them to leave Jason alone and that he’ll contact them when he wants to. Roy stopped talking to Dick altogether, and Bruce was losing his mind.

“It’s not going well. Why, have you found anything?”

“No, sorry, but I haven’t been paying too much attention.”

“That’s okay. Wally and Superman are looking for him. We’ll find him, eventually.”

Mar’i decided to come out at that moment.

“Daddy, daddy, can we go see Grandpa Bruce,” she lisped, “and Uncles Timmy and Damian and aunties Cassie and Steph? Will Uncle Duke be there with the pretty lights?”

Dick felt a ping in his chest. His daughter hadn’t mentioned Jason. She had never met him, and Dick couldn’t help but feel guilty.  Would Jason have stayed if the family had tried to integrate him more? Was it because of them that he left?

That bothered Dick, questions. He wanted, needed to know why Jason left instead of coming to them.

Because you shut the door, his mind supplied.

It was right.

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Silent Grace| viii: "It's Just Business"

Ship: Min Yoongi x Fem reader

au/genre: Mafia!au

rating: M

wc: 3.2k

Chapter warnings: Pregnancy mentions, IMPLIED KIDNAPPING AND ABUSE. sad hospital scene with Min and little yoongi :(

summary: Yoongi continues to open up little by little with you, one of the hardest things he has done to date. You make some decisions about your life with Yoongi. Little flashback with little Yoon and Joon being amazing big brothers but running into trouble. Min and Kim being good dads :( Hoseok is a little upset with Yoongi's confession session..

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The room filled with silence as Yoongi waited for a response.

He would love to say he’d be over the moon excited if you were carrying his baby but he couldn’t say that.

He would do everything in his power to protect the both of you but that would only mean his father would hound him about raising his kid to be like him. Min already is on his case about having a baby, imagine how he’d be if you were pregnant.

“Well, are you?” Yoongi asked.

“Well, no-but I was late this month so it could have been a possibility…” You trailed off. Yoongi couldn’t help the relieved expression that painted his face, that hurt you more than it should have. “Y-you’re relieved?”

“Yes and no,” Yoongi started “I’m sad that we aren’t expecting but I’m relieved because I know babies change everything. I just told you about my work, we still have to get through that before even thinking about a family or marriage right now.” he finished defeatedly.

“...did you mean it..when you said you wanted to marry me?” you asked softly. Yoongi nodded as he pulled you into his arms to hold you tight. “I wanted to marry you the moment we hit our first year but…this was holding me back.”

You laid your head on his chest feeling the same sense of comfort and security you’ve always felt. You needed to stay in his arms. You needed to.

“If we get married…what does that mean for us? Are things going to be the same or will you grow from me?” You asked. Yoongi pulled away just enough to look you in your eyes.

“It wouldn’t change a thing. Blossom…I am in love with you and I don’t want to see myself without you next to me.”

Yoongi was one hundred vulnerable with you. He never felt this way about anyone he had ever dated. He needed you to know that. You needed him to know...

That you felt the same.

“I don’t want to see myself with anyone that’s not you either, Yoongi. But I need to know what I’m getting myself into…” You said looking down at you.

“And you will. Everything. From here on out but…you have to promise me something..”

“Anything..”

“Once I let you in one hundred percent, you can never repeat anything you see or hear to anyone..and you have to leave the hospital..for your safety.”

Yoongi looked at your saddest expression before continuing. “I know how much you love nursing but I can’t risk you getting hurt and losing you forever.”

You nodded avoiding Yoongi’s gaze. “Okay…”

Yoongi lifted your chin before leaning down and kissing your lips sweetly.

“Thank you, baby..”

You and Yoongi talked a lot that night. As Yoongi unraveled more of the truth, your heart softened, finally realizing the weight he had carried all these years. It must have been hard to hold such a responsibility at a young age. The man you loved had been burdened by his father’s past, trapped in a world he never asked for. Your anger began to dissipate, replaced by a glimmer of understanding.

“In all honesty, I liked what the mafia brought. I’m not going to deny that. I had everything I could ever need and more. I didn’t want anything and my needs were met. Who wouldn’t want that? But when it came to finding out how…. I just didn’t like the process of obtaining such assets. I wasn’t always aware of my father’s business. From my understanding, I always assumed we were rich. My grandfather always gave my dad hundreds of thousands of dollars just because, and he does that to me now. I hardly talk to my grandfather but he still gives me an allowance like we have the best relationship in the world. My father and I don’t agree on much but we do agree on the pressure his father gives us. He always demanded so much of my father and I know once he returns he’s going to do the same to me. Growing up, I remember my grandfather always inviting us to his house parties and it’s always been that up until he went to the States. None of us had any reason to be there, the kids anyway. I remember meeting Namjoon and his father there. We became very close despite him being younger than I am.” Yoongi rubbed his hands on his knees as he reminisced on the old days. A small smile crept on his face remembering his teenhood.

“I learned about my father and the mafia when I was 14 or 15. I was supposed to know but Namjoon and I were too noisy for our own good,” he chuckled and shook his head before sighing. “Although, I laugh about it now. It was the most terrifying day of my life. It’s what shaped my personality and caution.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Mom says I could stay the night if that’s okay with your mom,” Namjoon said laying back on Yoongi’s bed “I just have to go and my stuff for school in the morning”

Yoongi nodded with a slight chuckle as he placed his pen down onto his journal.

“You might as well get stuff for the whole week. You never just stay the night and my mom never cares” Yoongi teased. Namjoon laughed.

“I know. I’ll grab things for a few days, then check in with my mom when I go back for more clothes then call it even” Namjoon planned.

“Whatever. If we’re going to go to the movies later then we need to leave now to get your stuff.” Yoongi said closing his black notebook, placing it into his drawer next to his bed, and locking it with the key that hung around his neck.

“Are you still writing music in that book of yours?” Namjoon asked following behind Yoongi once they got downstairs. Yoongi wrote a note for his mom to let her know he’d be back later before turning to Namjoon.

“I write more than just songs. I write everything in there.” Yoongi admitted. “That’s a diary, you know that right?” Namjoon teased.

Yoongi sucked his teeth.

“It’s a book that I write in” he corrected. Namjoon shrugged.

“...also known as a diary” Namjoon snorted as Yoongi hit his shoulder with a small laugh.

“Whatever, Joon. Just make sure you also grab stuff for this weekend for my grandfather’s party”

“Yoon!” a small voice interrupted Joon from answering.

Yoongi and Namjoon stopped, turning to face Yoongi’s younger brother.

“What?” the older male turned completely to his younger brother who’s cheeks flushed red getting his brother’s attention.

Yoongi’s younger brother adored him. He always wanted to be with him even though sometimes it annoyed Yoongi, he also secretly loved it.

“Can I-I come? To the movies with you?” He stuttered causing Yoongi to chuckle.

Yoongi never tells his brothers no. To him that was his parents’ job. Whatever his brothers wanted, he did just that. Min wasn’t as involved in their life as he should be so Yoongi promised his father that he would be.

“Of course. You can always come with me. Why don’t you get ready? Namjoon and I will be back in 20, maybe 30 minutes tops.” Yoongi smiled watching his brother’s face light up.

The youngest brother came running in “CAN I COME TOO?” causing Namjoon to laugh.

“Why not? Just be ready when we get back” Yoongi waved before heading out the door with Namjoon.

“You’re a good older brother Yoongi,” Namjoon said as he kicked the rocks that lay on the pavement.

Yoongi shrugged “They’re not that bad. They just whine a lot and expensive” Namjoon laughed.

“You love them.”

“It would be fucked up if I didn’t Joon”

The boys continued on their way to Namjoon’s house talking and laughing about any and everything that came to mind. But it all came to an end when the boys saw two men standing in the middle of their path.

Namjoon didn’t live far probably a 20-minute walk at most. They live in the same Neighborhood, he just lived a few streets behind Yoongi. Everyone had a big home in this community, everyone threw parties. Everyone knew everyone.

Neither boy knew who these men were and neither cared. Not until they came closer and realized neither man moved from the middle of the sidewalk

“What’s is these assholes’ problem?” Namjoon cursed. Yoongi frowned and looked behind him, noticing the two men following them.

Yoongi stood closer to Namjoon and whispered “I think we should head to my grandfather’s house.”

Namjoon agreed almost immediately “I think that may be a good idea. He lives right down the street right?” Both boys had their eyes set on Yoongi’s grandfather’s home. He wasn’t there but he and his father should be there afterward. At the most an hour or two.

The boys turned sharply into the empty street the moment they noticed Yoongi’s grandfather’s home just a few houses down. The men stood directly in their tracks with a menacing smile.

“Look Min’s little boy. He’s grown all up” one man said.

“He looks just like him, and so does Kim’s boy,” the other said.

“What are you two doing out here so late? It’s not safe out here” the third man said standing behind Namjoon placing his large hands on the boy’s shoulders and making him freeze in place.

“Yeah, don’t you know what time it is? Kids like you should be sleeping but! Since you’re here we should have a bit of fun.” the last man, clearly the one who’s running everything said wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s shoulder.

Yoongi had a great poker face. He kept his blank appearance but he was shitting bricks.

“We have to meet my grandfather at his home. We need to go” Yoongi said sternly making the older men laugh.

“Oh? Senior’s home? Maybe we should visit the old geezer huh fellas?” they all laughed again.

The one man behind Yoongi placed his free arm around Namjoon’s shoulder, pulling the boys closer to him and walking forward.

~~~~~~

“Have you seen big brother? Did he and Joon come back?” Yoongi’s younger brother asked his parents.

Min was too busy on the phone to pay attention which only made their mother angry.

“No honey. I haven’t seen them walk through the door. Why?” their mother asked.

“Oh, big brothers are going to take us to the movies with them! They told us to be ready in 20 minutes but it’s been 2 hours already” he frowned.

“What if they saw the movie without you guys?” Min asked hanging up the phone, annoyed with his youngest whines.

“Big brother wouldn’t do that! He never forgets us!”

“Yeah! And Joon was getting clothes from his home! Why would he bring them with him to the movies?” the youngest frowned.

“Quit the damn whining. I will call Kim and ask. If they went without you, I’ll kick Yoongi’s ass for forgetting about you and take you to a movie myself” He said poking their cheeks and making them giggle.

He picked up the phone and dialed Kim’s number.

“Yeah, boss?”

“Kim, has my knuckled-headed son come to your place?”

“Funny, I was going to ask you the same about Joon. I know they were together but Area said they were at your place and hadn’t seen them walk through the door since 12 this afternoon.”

Min frowned “What do you mean she hadn’t seen them since 12?”

The room fell silent from Min’s words. Worry was plastered on the faces of Yoongi’s brothers.

“I called Ju-Won, he’s looking to see if they went to the movies. He’s calling now, I will call you back”

“Make it fucking quick. This is my fucking son.” He whispers through his teeth hanging up the phone and dropping it on the counter before lowering his head,

Only moments went by but it felt like forever, Kim finally called back but his voice was frantic.

“They’re in the fucking hospital fucking clinging to fucking life! Someone found them in the alleyway by the casino!”

Min didn’t say a word he dropped the phone and grabbed his keys, rushing out the door.

“Mommy?” the youngest asked, “is big brothers okay?”

The boys' mother had no idea what to even say, Min didn’t tell her anything. All she could do was put on a brave face.

“Of course they’re okay! Your father will bring them home. Let’s get ready for bed and catch a couple of movies on tv” she said leading the two boys upstairs.

~~~~~~~~

Min rushed through the hospital doors looking for Kim with some of his soldiers behind him.

“Where is my fucking son? Where is he?!” Min said losing his cool.

Min’s heart almost stopped when he saw Yoongi and Namjoon lifeless on a stretcher being wheeled through the hospital. He ran to the stretcher pushing the man out of the way to see his son.

Min looked over the boy’s bruised body and face. He had never seen his son in this state. He never heard his son’s voice so broken and defeated. Yoongi’s eyes were bouncing around, trying to focus on one thing but all he could see were bright lights and what felt like thousands of people surrounding him. He kept calling for his parents.

“Yoongi! Yoongi! Appa’s here” Min cried grabbing Yoongi’s hand and running allowing side him. “Appa’s here”

Yoongi fixed his gaze on his father, it was the clearest thing he saw.

“Dad” Yoongi cried “Dad I tried to protect Namjoon. Th-they were too strong”

Min’s heart broke watching his oldest in pain and shedding tears like this.

He ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair.

“Shhh..shhh.. I know. I know. You’ve done well.”

“They knew who you and grandfather were. They knew Kim.” Yoongi cried holding on to his father’s hand tightly as things started to black around him.

“Sir we need to get him back immediately. He’s losing a lot of blood right now”

Min looked at the man with tears running down his face gripping the man’s jacket tightly.

“You better save him. If my son or my nephew loses a gain of hair, I will kill you.”

“Y-yes sir we will do everything we can sir.”

“Dad…d-dad don’t go. I’m s-scared. Wh-where’s Namjoon” Yoongi said, holding onto his father tightly.

“Son, Son, son..listen. They are going to take good care of you okay? You just relax. I’m going to be here right when you get out okay? Namjoon is going to be fine. Trust me”

Yoongi nodded, terrified for his life.

Min watched as they carried the two boys away. Kim was an emotional wreck.

“My only son Min. My only son” he cried. Min grabbed Kim’s arms

“Pull it together, right now. They will be okay. We need to find the cowards who did this”

Min couldn’t believe someone tried to take his son’s life.

“You should have started preparing Yoongi and Namjoon for this moment. I don’t blame them, I blame you two”

Min turned to face his father.

“My wife and I agreed that we would let him live peacefully until he turned 18 and obtained the Family,” Min replied bitterly.

“And look what that has done for you? It might have cost my grandson’s life.” His father yelled.

“You two should have given me the boys as I requested. They wouldn’t be in the situation right now”

“Father, with all due respect, I am more concerned about my son’s health. You didn’t give a fuck about me so I understand it’s hard for you to understand. I love my children and I only want the best for them.”

“I wanted the best for you too, but you didn’t understand. But after today?” his father sighed “You will understand why I was hard on you and this never happened.”

Min couldn’t care less about the words his father said he was more concerned about his son.

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Min walked through the door.

Yoongi’s mother jumped up and walked to her husband.

“Where’s Yoongi and Namjoon? Are they alright?” she asked frantically.

“They were targetted tonight. Some bastard roughed them up. They will be okay. They should be coming home in the next few days.” Min said plainly as he walked up the long staircase that wrapped his grand entrance and led to the hallway. “Where are my younger sons”

“Th-they are sleeping. I need to know about Yoongi. What do you mean they were roughed up? How bad was it?” Yoongi’s mother asked following Min to his office as he gathered his weapons and such. “M-Min…baby..what are you doing?”

“I’m handling business, you go to bed.”

~~~~~~~~

“My father protected me that night but it always opened up a world of worry and fear. That’s why I didn’t engage in school activities as much. Despite having what one would call friends, they weren’t friends. I didn’t trust them and when I met you, I wanted to trust you but I didn’t let myself. I had no idea who those men were but they ended up being someone who owed my father and tried to take the easy way out.”

Hoseok heard Yoongi’s words from his phone.

Unknowest to you, Jimin and Yongbok, Hoseok had Taehyung place a small mic into the envelope that Jimin handed you.

“I didn’t think he’d tell nor he’d tell her about your father,” Taehyung said surprised. Hoseok was pissed.

“It’s his fucking fault why my father is dead. He still won’t admit it.” Hoseok’s voice was full of hurt.

Yoongi and Namjoon were his best friends along with Seokjin, Jimin, and Taehyung. He didn’t think the little blow-up they had in their late teens to early 20s would result in them killing his father. Jimin felt for Hoseok but he was pissed that he was used to getting this information.

“You know if you wanted this information you could have fucking said something instead of tricking me into giving her a fucking bugged envelop.” Jimin scoffed.

“That’s the least of our worries Jimin.” Taehyung snapped “Besides you’re acting as if you own this bitch something. We don’t give a fuck about her, we’re targeting Yoongi and his bastard father.” Taehyung snapped again.

“For fucking what? For shit, it didn’t know about?! You two are mad because they killed your fathers but you’re fucking forgetting they never knew that. If you feel that badly about it kill their fathers” Jimin spat.

“As fucking if they give a damn? Yoongi hasn’t gotten along with his dad since he told him he couldn’t become a fucking songwriter, Namjoon doesn’t care what the fuck his dad does since he’s so far up Min’s ass” Taehyung spat back

“Shut the fuck up! Both of you!” Hoseok yelled causing the two men to roll their eyes and take Yongbok by surprise. Mingi kept quiet as he looked on.

“I couldn’t fucking care less about this argument. Jimin, Taehyung is right. It doesn’t matter to me if they knew or not. As I see it, It’s just business”

#bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts angst #bts jungkook #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts jhope #bts smut #bts namjoon #bts smut drabble #bts jimn #bts seokjin #micdropnet #bangtanwhq #bts taehyung

[thelovelymissbigbadwolf]

The RPG disaster

Cloud always wanted to play RPG with his friends (if he were to have any) and he decided to go the simple way, something that he felt more safe leaning towards such as 7th Sea.

So he talks to everyone and explains that the system allows for a more theatrical kind of battle and that combat isn't the focus of it all, but rather their fun.

Sephiroth is interested, he's already been through combat enough daily and feels like it could be a break to not think too much about combat.

Genesis is DELIGHTED in the possibility of showing off his theatrical abilities.

Zack is super excited and supportive of his buddy.

Angeal isn't as thrilled as the others, as he never was a theater kid like Genesis for example nor have he ever had much interest in it at first, but decided to join them anyway.

Cloud then marks a day they can all have a session zero so he can help out with their sheets.

He sends each a copy of the playerbook and tells them to read about the nations and jobs and just think of something simple. Again, simple. It backfired horribly.

The session zero day came and Genesis has a total of 20 pages on his character's lore. Front and back.

Cloud: I am not reading this.

Genesis: What do you mean you're not reading?! It's your job. You have to know my character's lore.

Cloud: Genesis, I told you guys to make it simple. In what universe are 20 pages front and back SIMPLE?!

Genesis: Oh, PLEASE! I didn't even made his family tree!

Cloud: YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO!

At that moment, Zack had arrived with some energy drinks.

Zack: Heeeee-ey, what's going on?

Cloud: You see this?! *Flips the twenty pages* THIS is Genesis' character lore!

Genesis: It's just twenty pages! You read over four hundred pages of a RPG book just to deny my twenty pages?!

Zack: But he said it was supposed to be simple.

Genesis: IT IS!

Zack: Why twenty pages of lore, then?!

Genesis: I could've written a book on my character, but NO! I got soft and did something simple!

Cloud: UGH WHATEVER I'LL READ IT! But I'm gonna cut what I find useless, understand?

Genesis: Fine.

Cloud takes a marker and marks 95% percent of everything. Genesis is appalled.

Cloud: Alright. The ones that aren't mark, write it down somewhere.

Genesis: You've butchered him, my poor Jacques!

Cloud: I've improved it. Alright, lemme see yours, Zack.

Zack: On it! *He gives him a picture of Dante from Devil May Cry*

Cloud: ...? I don't get it, is this what your character looks like?

Zack: Nah, I'm gonna play as Dante!

Cloud: *sighes* Alright, that's something you can do. But, I'd REALLY rather you'd just do it from scratch, Zack.

Zack: Oh, okay.

Zack shrugs and borrows Cloud's book to check nations and jobs.

At that point, Angeal and Sephiroth had arrived, the two with the physical copies of the books in hands.

Cloud: What the hell? I sent you guys a digital copy, when did you... You know what, whatever. You guys came up with your characters?

Angeal: Yes, his name's Gerald and he's gonna be the healer.

Cloud: Oh, okay. Quite simple, what about the lore?

Angeal: What does a Star Trek character has to do with it?

Cloud: Oh god... Sephiroth, PLEASE, tell me you have something we can work with.

Sephiroth: Yes, my character is Trevor, he's from Inismore, a duelist, decided to focus on finesse since it'll serve lots when doing acrobatics on a boat. He was born on the capital, but moved to the coast. *Hands it over a character sheet PERFECTLY done*

Cloud: Oh! That's more like it! Simple, original and you even took into consideration the secret arts! Nice going.

Sephiroth: I also studied the rules and other nations and jobs. I can help correcting them.

Cloud: Oh, okay? Well, you got the character sheet right, why don't you go ahead with helping Zack with his character? I'm gonna help Angeal and Genesis is grounded because he overdid himself.

After that, Cloud sat down with Angeal and started to distributing the points. Angeal started arguing over his characters age affecting his points, because no matter the age, he had a good training routine and diet will help lots on a old age.

Cloud argues that affects jack shit in an RPG and they started yelling at each other.

Zack asks Sephiroth about Inismore and he started explaining the lore.

Genesis: You cut uncle Archibald?! He's the reason Jacques learns piano in the first place!

Angeal and Cloud are STILL arguing over the fact that his character can use magic and fight at the same time.

Cloud tries to explain that his character can't learn Hexe because he isn't born in Eisen.

Angeal argues that he fought in the war for thirty years and he can.

Cloud refutes that he wasn't born in Eisen. And thus, can't learn their magic.

Zack asks Sephiroth about Eisen, of which he starts explaining.

Genesis: How dare you cut my clarinet lessons out?! They were the therapeutical relief Jacques needed after his grandfather felt from his horse!

Now Angeal is arguing over not wanting to leave his mother behind and wanting to take her along so he can heal her illness.

Cloud refutes that it's gonna be a unnecessary drag for their session, since that would distract him too much.

Angeal counter argues that he won't leave without his mother.

Cloud tries to explain how much of a dead weight a ill relative would be at their one-shot.

Sephiroth tosses his book at Cloud.

Sephiroth: Do not talk like this of his mother!

Cloud gets pissed, but Angeal stops him from tossing the book back at Sephiroth.

Angeal: Thanks, Seph, but I can handle myself.

Sephiroth: You better be.

Angeal: ... You're not gonna romance my mother.

Sephiroth: WHY NOT?!

Genesis: NO! WHY CUT LITTLE LISA?! SHE'S JUST A BABY!

Cloud: EXACTLY! A BABY THAT, QUOTING YOU, IS A SEVENTH GRADE RELATIVE THAT YOUR CHARACTER DOESN'T EVEN KNOW!

A huge fight ensues, Zack is drinking his energy drink and eating chips as he just sees chaos ensue.

Sephiroth tries to hit Cloud, but punches Genesis.

Genesis pulls Angeal's hair.

Angeal tries to hit Genesis, but hits Sephiroth.

The trio started fighting and Cloud sneaked out of there, seating by Zack's side. He takes a energy drinks and the two share potato chips.

Later that night, the five are called in Lazard's office.

Tabletop RPGs are now forbidden in the SOLDIER floor.

#ff7 #ff7r #zack fair #ccff7 #ccff7r #cloud strife #ffvii #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #rpg #7th sea #crisis core final fantasy vii

[peaceloveandf1]

You’re Losing Me pt. 2- LH44

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Part one inspired by "You're Losing Me" by Taylor Swift

Part two loosely based off lyrics from "Delicate" by Taylor Swift

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader

part 1

rating: PG-13

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"long nights with your hands up in my hair

echoes of your footsteps on the stairs"

I left Lewis sitting in our house two months ago. It was the first and last time that I was the one to storm out. I had given him an ultimatum. Racing or me. I should've known that he was going to pick racing. I want to be livid with him. I was for a long time. But racing is him. It's his life.

But six years. It was gone, thrown down the drain. He didn't want a family......he didn't want a family with me.

I still hear the echo of his footsteps on the stairs despite him being gone when I came back. He's called. I didn't pick up. He called again. I didn't pick up. He stopped calling...... I wish I picked up.

....................................................................................................

"phone lights up my night stand in the black"

I roll over in my bed, legs tangled in sheets, and my mind barely awake. Grabbing my phone, assuming its my sister...... I answer it.

"hello?" I rasp out, voice thick with sleep.

"y/n" A voice wafts softly through the phone. Not the voice of my sister.

"Lewis?" I ask, confused and unsure if I am still asleep.

"this ain't for the best"

"y/n" he breathes out, "You picked up...I-"

"Yeah, well I thought you were Clara" I admit, cutting him off.

"I uh, I've called a couple times" He begins,

"I know." I sigh, knowing where this is going.

"Umm, I've been thinking y/n. Thinking about you, uh what you said" He says, voice wavering slightly.

"And what would that be, Lewis?" I pry

"You wanted me to pick between a family and racing. I uh, think I know what I want now." He admits.

"And what would that be?" I question him, now fully awake.

"I want both. But I know that it's hard to have it. I want to try again. With you. I want you. I want to race and come home to you. I want to have a family and come home to them after I race. I want to race for a couple more years with you next to me, then I'll be done, I'll stay home with you and the kids, I'll only leave when I need to. I'll do anything you want. Please. I just want you again." He releases the floodgates of his mind.

My mind stopped. I was fully awake by the time he said that he wanted both. All I ever wanted was Lewis. Him. His love and devotion. Now he was offering it to me.

"is it cool that I said all that?"

"Are you drunk?" I question, shocked at his words.

"No, y/n. I'm stone cold sober" He sighed.

"You mean what you just said?" I grill him again.

"Yes. I mean it. I meant every single word." He said, voice unwavering.

"is it chill that you're in my head?"

"Lewis, you have to listen to me when I say this. You hurt me in a way that I cannot even begin to describe. Six years, Lewis. Six years and you didn't want anything more. I've never not loved you for who you are, the drive you have for your career, and the values you hold. But all I wanted was for you to think about what comes next. I didn't want you to give up your life. I just wanted for you to think about the people in your life. To think about a family. I love you. I've never stopped loving you, but I can't do this if you don't one hundred percent mean it." I sigh, finishing my monologue with tears pricking at my eyes.

" is it too soon to do this yet?

'cause I know that it's delicate"

"Y/n. I love you. I love you so fucking much. I can't breathe when you're not with me. I know it sounds cliche but when you left I thought about what you said; I would've retired then and there if it brought you back. I want you. I want everything with you. I can't lose you again. I can't. I love you, y/n." He said, voice sounding like he was holding back tears.

" 'cause I know that it's delicate"

"Lewis....god, I.... I love you. uh- where are you?" I question him, just wanting to see him again.

"Monaco. I'm in Monaco" He sighs.

"Lewis, come home" I say softly, wanting him to come back to England.

"I am. I am baby. I've got a flight leaving in a few hours." He said, strength coming back to his voice.

"you were coming anyways?" I ask him.

"Well it was either you pick up the phone or I show up on the porch." He admits, making a giggle leave my lips.

....................................................................................................

To try again was to be whole again. To be together again meant that a new path was ahead for us.

"Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share"

#f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 instagram au #f1 smut #lance stroll #formula one #lance stroll x reader #carlos sainz x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #aston martin f1 #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton fic #lewis hamilton

[aromanticautiesworld]

If you write poly, can you do poly finntress? Also I'm curious will moth experience bi panic via finntress?

oh yes absolutely i write poly please send me poly requests! not 2 ramble about mushrooms but this first part (there will be multiple parts) kinda takes place middle of season 5-ish (sorry flame princess was with finn earlier in the timeline so mushrooms isn’t right after their breakup) there wont be any bi panic from moth abt fintress BUT! definitely in later parts (i love huntress wizard so much). ANYWAYS request time !

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poly fintress with a gender neutral reader

word count: 1098

You squirm your way through the underbrush of the forest, following the path of the boy with the bear hat.

You were more introverted and withdrawn around other people than Finn, so he would sometimes take you with him (often very much like this) to meet new cool people he knew. Not that you object to any of this, most of the people Finn knows are cool with you too—as long as they’re not some sort of shapeshifting monster or illusion trick. That’s also happened before, unfortunately. While terrifying in the moment, you two look back and laugh about it. But still, never again.

So here you are now, legs halfway dipped into a creek, its weak current tugging at your clothes (which you regret wearing. Why couldn’t you have worn your waterproof pants today. Or at LEAST shorts).

“This is the spot where we usually meets. Me and yous just gotta wait,”

“And you’re a hundred percent sure she’s not a demon? Or a cursed witch?”

“Yeah I am dude. Hero’s honor,”

You consider. “Arrite,” You punch him in the shoulder, “I’m trusting you on this one,”

You both hear a rustle of branches and leaves coming from the opposite side of the river, and who you think is some sort of cat-person at first, based on the eyes that appear out of the darkness, effortlessly pushes her way out of the woods.

“What’s up, dudes,” She puts her bow back in its sheath, a bow that seems to have been drawn ready to fire a few seconds ago. You’re a little concerned about that, but if anything it makes you want to get to know this stranger more (also the name ‘Huntress Wizard’ could’ve spelled it out for you, but you didn’t think she’d be hunting right then).

“Meh, nuthin’ much. You said you wanted someone who can sing for this spell, right?” He gestures over to you, “They can sing,”

“Hey,” You pipe up awkwardly from where you stand, both still sort-of behind Finn and halfway in the water. Small fish swim past your legs.

“Hey,” She makes her way over to you, now also halfway in the river and half soaked, seemingly inspecting you, “Yeah. Yeah, you’re what we’ve been looking for,”

Ah. Pretty. Girl. Close to you. You are, at this moment, very normal and very functional. Both of those things.

“Thanks? Um. I mean I’m..I’m down to help with anything you guys need,” Glob, you feel like a student trying to talk to the ‘cool kids’ in one of those old teen movies right now. What is happening…

“Thanks dude! Love it when my friends are friends,” Finn grins, missing teeth only adding to his charm.

You now found yourself singing for a spell to bring forth some ancient magical plant. You wouldn’t say you didn’t care about that, it was a very cool thing, but your mind was occupied by…other topics.

The two taller people in front of you play their flutes, somehow in tune with your voice. Magic spreads in the air, emanating from both their playing and you, along with a feeling similar to when the air pressure drops before a storm begins (but with a more comforting feeling than that of impending doom).

…

Wait, no. That was actually the air pressure dropping.

The sky flashes with lightning, breaking open and letting loose a torrent of rain.

“Shelter! Quick!” Huntress yells out.

You start to follow her, when you’re quickly brought off of your feet and out of the now-muddy ground, scooped up by Finn. The water that’s suddenly pouring down on the three of you in the clearing and the flashes accompanied by thunderclaps do nothing to snap you out of your shocked and flustered state, and your face burns.

You’re eventually put down, now in the safety of a nearby cave, and are still recovering.

“Sorry about that, haha…” Finn chuckles nervously, “I might have panicked a little,”

You say nothing for a second, still stunned, before zoning back in.

“No, I would’ve done the same thing…at least, I would if I was as strong as you are,”

Finn ruffles through his backpack, while Huntress casts a spell under her breath to light a pile of twigs you guys’d found ablaze.

Finn then dumps out the contents of his backpack (a copy of Ble, an old sandwich, an uncursed dagger, the head of a mini cyclops, an energy bar, miscellaneous pens, and many other items now strewn across the floor.

“Guys. I don’t have my emergency sleeping bags,”

You both look up, Huntress now finished starting the fire.

“Looks like we have to huddle. We can use my cape as a sleeping bag for now,”

“Well…wait. Who’s gonna be where?”

“What’chya mean?” Finn asks from where he gathers the contents of his bag back to where they came from.

“I mean who’s gonna be on the edge, who’s being in the middle…”

“Hmmm…It’s just for one night, so…What do you think, Huntress?”

“I think you should be in the middle,” She turns towards you as she talks.

Your brain is flooded with both giddy excitement, and slight embarrassment.

“Yeah, I’m good with that. What do you think?”

“Yes. Yes. Good. Cool. Very good,” You nod quickly, shooting them a thumbs up. Words aren’t working too great for you right now, it seems.

Huntress takes off her cape, her hair (leaves?) are very pretty, spreads it out—this thing is big—onto the floor of the cave, and rolls herself up into one side of it. Finn then drops down his bag (he’s managed to put everything back) And rolls into the cape on the other side. Your turn.

You snuggle in between the two, heart practically beating out of your chest, and unbeknownst to the two surrounding you, a large grin on your face.

You were the first to fall asleep, of course, and both Finn and Huntress reflected on today.

You’re cool. A cool person to add to their weird little relationship-hangout thing they have going on. Based on what Huntress has seen today (that you’d tried to hide, to no avail. You were way more obvious about your crush on her than Finn was), and on what Finn knows about you, you wouldn’t object if they asked. If you did they would back off of course, but he knows that’s not the case.

Drip, Drip, Drip…

Honestly, it was very peaceful in this cave. The sound of rain outside, your steady breathing, the warmth you all shared.

You guys should do this every night.

#adventure time mushrooms #< kinda #finn x reader #adventure time x reader #mariner talks #mariner writes #mariner asks #finn the human #moth #< again. only technically

[hebuiltfive]

The Waiting Room

Buddy and Ellie fall sick, leaving Gordon dealing with a very nervous Alan in the veterinarian waiting room.

Words: 1,237

Rating: Gen. Audiences.

Tags: Comfort, alan's having a bad night, Mentions of Anxiety

Notes: My cat had to go in for an operation today and I've been a nervous wreck, so I wrote out my feelings via Alan (sorry Al).

I'm in no way an expert of reptiles. Any and all information is garnered from a quick Google search, so if there are mistakes, that's why.

Read it below or on AO3 here.

He'd never seen the kid pace so much, and this was Alan be was talking about. Alan, the little ball of anxiety who was always animated with some kind of energy, nervous or otherwise. It was almost disconcerting to watch.

Gordon sighed. “Al. Come and sit." 

"Can't." His little brother replied, nails now being bitten between nervously chattering teeth. 

Thankfully they were the only ones currently in the waiting room. Having to fly over at one in the morning certainly had Virgil grumbling at the controls, but it did give them the privacy to panic in peace, at least. 

"You'll wear a hole in their linoleum if you don’t." Gordon patted the plastic seat beside him. "Sit." 

At first, he thought Alan hadn't been listening, too wrapped up in his thoughts to pay heed to what Gordon was saying, but eventually his brother ceased his anxious pacing and took the seat offered. 

His nails had been given a reprieve from being chewed too, much to Gordon's relief, instead replaced with a bouncing leg. Clearly that excess energy was still in need of shaking out. 

"They're going to be fine." Gordon reassured him, placing a comforting hand on Alan's shoulder. 

Alan didn't say anything, he just continued to stare at one specific stain on the floor. 

"These guys are the best in the country.” Gordon continued. “They’re in good hands." 

"This is all my fault." 

And there was the confession, incorrect as it may have been, that Gordon had been waiting for.  His little brother had it in his head that he must be to blame for Buddy and Ellie’s affliction.

G ently, Gordon shook his head. "No." 

"Yes! I should have been watching them more carefully. I should have taken notice. I mean, how do you not notice them turning yellow?” 

"Alan, you're with them whenever you can be. You never take your eyes off them when you're home." 

"That's not true." 

… Gordon paused because o kay, maybe that was a little exaggeration, but he wasn't going to play into that right there and then. "Allie, listen to me. It isn't your fault." 

"Yes, it is!" 

"You didn't make them sick." 

"Oh, my God! What if I did? What if I brought something home with me after a rescue? What if I infected them with something?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know!”

“Exactly, Al, because that’s probably not what happened. Living creatures get sick all the time, it's just a sucky part of living."

Alan's head dropped, his chin resting against his collarbone. "What if I've killed them because I wasn't diligent enough?" 

"They're not dead!” 

"Yeah, not yet. What if Virgil walks out of that room without them? What if they died on the table? What if the vet had to ‘put them down'? Gordo, I won’t be able to live with myself if i killed them." 

“Alan, dude! Slow down, alright? I am ninety nine percent sure you’ve not killed them."

“That’s not one hundred percent sure.”

“That’s because not everything in life is a guarantee.”

The Tracy family were no stranger to that line, and whilst it hurt Gordon to be so blunt and to the point, he knew Alan needed to hear it.

The fact that his brother had jumped to that conclusion so quickly, however, hadn’t escaped Gordon’s notice.

"Alan, look at me. Buddy and Ellie are going to be fine." 

Simply b ecause they had to be.

Whilst Alan had taken more of a liking to the dragons, they had been Gordon's gift from two of his heroes. At first, Gordon had been keen on sending the dragons to a sanctuary in Australia because reptiles were very much not his thing. Being chased through wild jungles with overgrown cousins had made cemented that fear he had of reptiles, but after seeing his little brother so enamoured by them his viewpoint over whether they should keep the dragons quickly changed.

After all, this was Alan who had been pestering Scott for years about getting a fluffy dog to cuddle and play with. Bearded dragons weren't exactly in the same ballpark, so if Alan wanted to keep them, Alan could keep them. Scott didn’t seem to have a problem with it, after all they took less space than a dog would have done, and Gordon didn’t have to worry about finding them new homes.

So, no. Whatever Alan believed to be the worst just wasn't going to be an possibility. They were International Rescue. They saved people all the time. Two little dragons should be no problem. 

The minutes passed and began to feel like hours, slowly ticking by. Alan shuffled on his seat to rest his head against Gordon's shoulder, and Gordon instinctively wrapped his arm around his little brother as both a comfort to Alan and to himself. 

Virgil finally reappeared after what felt like an eternity. He held the little carrier in one hand, closing the door to the examination room gently behind him. 

Alan jumped to his feet, that nervous bouncing remaining as he hopped from one foot to the other. Gordon stood to join him, his arm still draped over his little brother's shoulder. 

"Well?" Alan asked as Virgil approached them. He crouched a little to see into the cage, to make sure that his beloved dragons were still in there, breathing and alive. “What happened?”

"They're going to be fine." Virgil declared, giving Gordon a small nod when he met his eye.  

It didn't surprise the aquanaut that their older brother been worried about Alan too. The kid had been fit to bursting when he stormed Gordon's room not two hours before, almost in tears because something was wrong with Buddy and Ellie. He'd had to whole household worried. 

"What is it? Is it normal? Will they heal?"

"It's called Yellow Fungus. Yes, it is common. Yes, they will heal. We caught it fast enough so the veterinarian is confident that with the right course of treatment, Buddy and Ellie will be as good as new soon." 

"See, Al?" Gordon began, bumping his shoulder with his little brother's as Alan went to relieve Virgil of the carrier. "Told you they'll be okay." 

But Alan wasn't listening. He’d been given the all-clear and was now too busy whispering words of reassurance to the dragons as he slowly made his way to the exit.  

"I've got to just go pay for the appointment and treatment." Virgil said, placing said treatment bag into Gordon's hands. 

"The kid's going to do more damage to himself by walking into a wall if he doesn't look where he's going.” Gordon commented, his eyes following his little brother as he very nearly collided with one of the columns. “Alan! Eyes front!” 

His warning call was to no avail. He sighed. "Honestly, he's going to give himself an injury if he isn't careful. Think the vets treat gremlins too?" 

Beside him, Virgil chuckled. "He's relieved they’re okay, that’s all. Thanks for watching him, by the way. It was probably best he wasn't in there." 

"Eh, no problemo. Why else do you think I tagged along?" 

In the distance, there was a slight bump, followed by an ow as Alan had very gracefully collided with the doorframe rather than walking through the door. 

To his credit, Gordon resisted the urge to face-palm. "I got it. You go pay. We'll wait for you in Two." 

"F.A.B." 

#thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #gordon tracy #fic: the waiting room #five fics

[lutawolf]

Never Let Me Go D/s breakdowns Ep 7

I try to keep this to D/s moments, but I always end up rambling. It turns into commentary. Woot! Sorry! Part 1-6 can be found here.

Let's go! Here is Palm to take over making the bed from Nueng. Why am I not surprised. Palm begging Nueng to let him help! Such a sub, but Nueng doesn't want to me seen as anything other than an equal. Makes for an interesting romance, right?

He hit him!!! Yes!!! "I hit you because you are stubborn." "Let me do it. I want to help you, so you won’t be tired, but you don’t appreciate it. You should have thanked me, instead, you hit me." 🤣🤣🤣 He starts to hit him some more. Yes! I approve! Damn, this next moment really gave us chemistry.

Fuck Palm's mom. Cock blocker. Why is she asking so many damn questions. Like look lady. You gave him up, you don't get to act like a mom.

And there is the confident Palm. He knows his job. I also like the communication here. Palm explains himself, it makes sense, so Nueng apologizes. "10,000 baht, do you have it?" "For you, I can find a way to get it." Damn, he's upped his flirting game. Palm is falling even more in love. Nice.

This next part. This next part. He is so commanding. "Is their motorcycle broken? Pull over there." And look at how excited Nueng gets about the proposal. I love it! Now Nueng asks Palm to go to the secret beach, no command. "Is this how couples act when they are together? I’ll remember it." "Why do you need to remember it?" "You always said that I’m not romantic. I want to learn from them in case I may need it in the future." Look at that flirting game. Then purposely putting oil on his face. I am dying. I love it so much! "Get back to the motorcycle." That's for sure a command. Damn, but this couple is giving me whiplash.

Fuck being impressed with his bravery. Asshats.

"I think it’s very romantic." "So, when you took me here, did you want to have a romantic moment?" "Did you think it was romantic? If you think so, it means I achieved my goal." Look at that smile on both their faces. I love it. "I'm also waiting for my moment." Damn, he is going strong, not hesitation. Before he couldn't even tell him that the first kiss wasn't one of convenience, but now look at him.

"Some people say we do not belong together. We are so different. But I see our differences are good. Because I can learn about you. I want to share my life with you. You are my friend, my family, and my soulmate. Do you want to marry me?" Then the way Palm and Nueng looked at each other! OMG!

Palm is a sub. Absolutely, no doubt about it. The offering to rub his feet. Wanting to do all these things. And you can see his sheer joy in doing it. It's not for the job, but because he wants to. Yeah, no, that's a sub. Fuck! His smile the entire time he is massaging his feet is killing me softly. Ahhhh... Such subby joy!

Trust me, Nueng, Palm will put up with your bad temper. Ahhh, the reaching out to touch him while he slept. The smile. I'm not okay. Palm losing his shit at not waking up to Nueng is everything. Yes it is. I've lost my ability to be normal about these two. A Playful Nueng is so cute. But Palm being playful with him. That's fucking adorable.

Shit. I called it on the heart thing. I told you guys they were foreshadowing it. @akitbeast 😭

"My dad told me that we owed our lives to the Kiattrakulmaytee family." If I paid to save a kid. I would not want him to turn around and give his life. "No one is the owner of your life. We are all living our own lives. You too." Look at him speaking some sense.

He wrote a song! And he is one hundred percent singing it to him. I'm dead. No drinkie drinkie for you! Oh wow, that dancing, is um. He dances like my husband. That's all I'm gonna say. Mom is nosy and Palm is not having it. Okay, but she called it when she asked if they had kissed. "It felt good." That is not a good enough excuse, ma'am. I would get it if you never wanted to be a mom, but you loved him very much but felt smothered. Welcome to fucking motherhood.

The hug! The hug! Palm thinking Nueng is drunk, and Nueng saying he is drunk on love. I think I got a toothache. These two and their flirting. Ahhh. Ahhhh, taking his hand. This is too sweet. Also, this totally went off rails from talking about D/s stuff to me just talking. So sorry.

Dude! I keep pausing through this confession. It's just. Something about it makes me feel embarrassed. Like Ahh. Okay. I got through it and can I just say that I love the way Palm kisses Nueng. He puts his whole heart and back into it. No dead fish kisses here.

The next episode looks serious. Are you still wanting me to do these? There isn't a whole lot of D/s to talk about. I'm just rambling away. 🤣🤣🤣

Hope everyone is having a good weekend! 💜💜💜

#never let me go #never let me go series #palm and nueng #palm x nuengdiao #luta talks never let me go #luta talks kink #coconuts mafia

[ramayantika]

Usha Lakshmi Gargi Ratri Saraswati Rati

Aditi

It's 9am. I am at my father's place for my Godh bharai ceremony, now widely referred to as baby shower parties. I still prefer to use Godh bharai instead of baby shower. Godh bharai means to fill the lap of the mother-to-be with abundance. She is gifted with sarees, jewellery fruits, baby toys, baby clothes and lots of blessings for the upcoming newborn.

I am standing in front of the mirror. This is the same mirror where my mother used to get ready for school. She was a teacher. This is the same mirror where she used to tie my plaits for school, and this was the same mirror where I pretended to be a 90s bollywood heroine in my teens. This is the same mirror where I got ready for one last time before leaving my parents house as a bride. Now, I am back here as an expectant mother.

Maa passed away two years ago. After I got married, she would constantly pester me with questions about her future grandchildren though in a teasing and light hearted way. She was the first one who advised me to have kids when my husband and I felt ready for it instead of giving in to pressure and conceiving right away.

But look how fate played its move. My mother passed away and I couldn't even give her the happy news. Sometimes I wish I had conceived early so my mother could have seen her grandchildren. She could be with me and witness the journey of my motherhood. But she isn't alive. Maybe she is around me, and her energy still exists around my house, around this mirror, but she isn't standing here in flesh and blood. She will never touch my pregnant stomach and feel this little one's kicks. She can't compliment my pregnancy glow on my face.

I have a lovely mother-in-law. She has treated me like the daughter she never had. She has taken care of me all this while. I remember her excited little jump in the living room when I broke the news that I am pregnant. She hugged me tight and touched my flat stomach and clearly instructed, "No more moving around much. Whatever you need, whatever weirdest strangest craving you get, you will call my son, and if that idiot makes a face, immediately call for me!"

Baba was ecstatic on getting to know that he was going to be a grandfather. He wished me well, but just before ending the call, he said, "I wish your mother was here too. She would have been so happy to see her little girl be a mother." That day, I had shed a few tears while looking at my mother's photograph.

"Beta, are you ready? Pandit ji has arrived," Baba says, standing at the doorway. His eyes for a brief moment drift down at my heavy seven month stomach. I smile and say, "Baba, chill. I am carrying your grandson. You don't have to be this awkward."

He laughs and scratches his head. "Yes, I get it. Now, come down." He lends his arm and looks at me. I hear him slowly mutter under his breath. "Kash Anju hoti..." Anjana, my mother.

Everybody stop their chitter chatter and fix their gaze on me. My friends and cousin sisters, clear up the sofa and make space for me to sit. My eyes move to my husband who is staring at me just the way he saw me during our first date. Damn, am I looking this beautiful even now? He quickly comes near me and kisses my cheek, whispering, "You look lovely, meri jaan. I hope this little munchkin did not trouble you inside."

Giggling quietly, I reply, "Not at all. No morning sickness today and no Ronaldo kicks to trouble this beautiful mummy."

I hear my father clear his throat which makes my husband jerk away from me causing me to breakdown into laughter again.

An hour has passed. Pandit ji got over with the puja. Everyone has started gifting me things the baby and me. My father-in-law gifted me a beautiful pink saree which I am hundred percent sure that this was mummy ji's choice. He also places a baby shirt on my lap. He wants a grandson, I have always known this.

Next, I see mummy ji come and place a fruit basket and a cute baby frock on my lap. Now, she never had her own daughter, so she wants a granddaughter. Baba joins next and gifts me a salwar suit and books for alphabets and numbers. He wants the child to be a genius. He then opens a bag, and looks at the package. It looks old -- maybe a year or two. His eyes fill with emotion, as he places them on my lap. "Your mother had bought it much before and had even gift-wrapped it. Maybe she knew..... Open it afterwards." He lovingly pats my head.

My friends and other older women whisper blessings and fun teasing rhymes for the baby. Some of my friends dance on bollywood songs for a while. The environment feels blissful. Absolutely perfect.

"Am I late to bless the new mother-to-be?" I hear a voice from behind. Turning back, I see a beautiful lady in a green kanjeevaram saree. Her hair was elegantly donned in a bun adorned with a gajra. She looked old like around mummy ji's age, but her face, her aura felt different. Something godly.

I look at everyone. Nobody looks at this new lady. They wave at me, but don't even bat an eyelid at the woman behind me as if she is invisible to them. Confused, I ask, "Auntie, I am very sorry. I can't recognize you. Mummy ji hasn't told me anything about you."

"Would you want a poetic introduction or a straightforward one?"

Mentally I responded to her question with huh???? I answered with a sheepish smile, "A straightforward one would be good for now."

The woman laughs and answers, "Straight to the point then. Devamata Aditi."

I was almost about to drop the saree I was holding in my hand. Stuttering, I ask, "Dev- devamata. The mother of the Gods. A-aditi. A goddess."

Devamata sits beside me, and holds my hands. Maternal warmth fuses in her touch. "Well, I also have to bless new mothers now. You all are bringing new souls to this mortal realm. It's a big job!"

I can feel my cranial nerves shortcircuit. I am dreaming right? Right? This can't be true! The hormones have messed up my head. I am seeing things which also explains why none of my family members nor the guests are seeing Aditi.

"Relax, my child. I am really Aditi, and you are perfectly same. Devamata can always cast her illusion around. Come on, my son Vishnu, your favourite God does it half of the time." She hugs me gently. I feel warm loving maternal energy surround me and around my unborn baby. It feels as if maa is here.

Devamata touches my chin and says, "I know you miss your mother. Her soul is eternal, and souls always come back. Stories go on."

She places a lovely green saree on my lap. The borders are embroidered with golden threads. The glitter on the saree looks like twinkling stars. A fabric stitched from the Universe itself!

"Blessings from a mother to another one. May your child be born with good health and be surrounded with infinite love and happiness, dear one." She pats my back just like my mother used to do whenever I had any important event. My eyes moisten at the corners in happiness.

"Thank you, Maa." I hug her tighter.

****** ******* ***** ********* ******** ****** ****

2 months later

"Ma'am please, one last push. You can do it. The baby needs just one last push." I hear the doctor's instructions, but I am too tired. The room feels dazed. My eyes are heavy. I just want to sleep.

A soft warm hand on my forehead draws me away from going into tired slumber. I blink and look at the person, thinking it to be one of the doctors on the team.

Only, it is not a doctor. It's the universal mother. My Devamata, Aditi.

Like a tired child, I mutter to her, "Maa, I can't do this anymore. I want to sleep on your lap. It's been hours, since I am here in labour. This is tiring."

Mata caresses my forehead which is probably drenched in sweat. I hear her speak, her voice soft, like a melodious lullaby.

"It's only a little effort, now, sweetheart. You are minutes away from bringing this little one to this world. The little one has to see you, its beautiful caring mother and a loving father. The child has to run around the house like little Krishna and dance like little Radha. Just one push, my love."

I shake my head. Gasping, I ask, "Can't you take care of it Mata? You are a goddess. Let me sleep, please. Get my baby out."

The goddess breathes and kisses the top of my head. "I can take care that the baby is born alive and healthy. The action has to be done solely by you. I am a goddess, but foremost a woman and we have been given enough strength to endure this pain of bringing another life into this world. You have nurtured this child in your womb for a while now. Don't you want to hold your baby? I promise, I will show you a cute little Vishnu as a toddler."

That brings some energy back to my body. "Do you promise me that?"

She nods and smiles. Maybe I am hallucinating, but I see a lone tear drip down her smile. I breathe deeply and gather all the remaining strength and push.

Darkness greets my vision, and I hear a faint murmur. "You did so well, dear one. I am so proud of you. Now, take some rest and see your darling god as a baby."

A large gate opens up leading me to a room. I am not travelling in my bodily form. Probably some astral projection or god knows what form I am in. I can't see my own body, but the sights around.

A sweet baby voice rings in my ears. I turn around and see a cradle kept in the corner of the room. Small dark hands with rosy palms hold the edges of the cradle. I walk near it, my heart pacing with excitement. As soon as I reach the cradle, my eyes land on a most beautiful baby, I have ever seen in my life.

Large doe eyes stare at me brimming with happiness and mischief. His eyes spark with recognition, and he giggles. Baby Vishnu stretches his little fingers, and holds my index finger.

I want to melt into a puddle. This is so cute. This means I will get to hold my baby and feel it touch my fingers too.

"Yes, darling." Devamata enters the room with a toddler running around her legs. "Now, are you happy to see your baby Vishnu?"

I jump around and touch Vishnu's cheeks. He laughs again, and I smile. I hear his baby voice say the word. "Sakhi......"

Devamata peers over the cradle, and gently rocks it. In a minute, Vishnu goes to sleep looking as adorable as ever.

"Mata, can I go back to my baby now?"

"Of course, putri."

I wake up energised. The first thing I see is my husband holding a small white bundle in his arms. His eyes are red with happy tears, and he whispers, "We have a daughter, and believe me or not, her eyes look just like maa." He hands over my daughter to me.

I look at the small baby girl. Her eyes meet mine, and I see a beautiful smile. I bring her close to my chest and kiss her tiny forehead.

She has my mother's eyes!

✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･* ✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

I have no idea how this is. I don't even know how Devamata came inside my head forget writing about preganancy and motherhood.

I am literally on my period today and here I am writing on giving birth to a baby.

Also I might have tweaked around the actual stories to make you all see and read about baby Vishnu. Besides Devamata would fulfill our desires too so yeah baby vishnu!!!

I am getting cramps or my stomach feels funny now so I will go sleep byeeee. 🌸💖

#samridhi writes #I asked ashutosh ki ronaldo kaise khelta hai to write ronaldo kicks pls 😂 #I am never making him read this he will imagine me as the mother #boy has some serious baby fever tendencies #anyway hope you find it nice and cute #I am also never making my own mother read this imagine her teenaged daughtee writing about motherhood #desi stories #Indian goddesses

[willgayers]

“runaway with me”

hello kids here we go this is officially the first thing im publishing after my hiatus so i hope you like it

ships; fem.reader + eddie bear genres; fluff notes; it’s a wedding. + au no strange stuff has ever happened warnings; dumping??? 

this is it.

your wedding day. it's here, it's happening, it's right now. you take a deep breath before guiding the half full glass of mimosa to your lips, your first intention to only take a small sip; but ending up swinging the rest of it down your throat. this is it. your wedding day. "damn. someone's nervous," your best friend robin snarked as she made her way into the bridal room. "if i didn't know better, i'd say you have a big day ahead of you." "shut up." you snap, falling to the couch. "what's wrong?" robin frowned. "i mean; this is it." you sigh, throwing your head back on the headrest, staring at the sunny summer day behind the window. "i'm actually going to get married today." "really?" robin raised her brows. "because taking from what i'm currently seeing and hearing, i'd say you were about to be hanged today." "am i doing the right thing?" you ask, dropping your head back down to look at robin. "what do you mean?" robin asks, sitting on a chair opposite you. "i mean..." you start, furrowing your brows. "what if it's all too soon?" robin stares at you for a moment, not saying anything. "does it feel like it?" she carefully asks. you don't answer. yes! yes it does! yes, yes, yes yes yes - "i don't know," you say. "i need a drink." "coming right up," robin says and jumps up from the chair. you sigh as you close your eyes, leaning your head to your hand that's resting on the side of the couch. you loved your fiancé. of course you did, it wasn't that. but lately, as the wedding got closer and closer, you'd started to wonder if this indeed was all too soon. you were only 26; you hadn't really lived yet. there were so many things to see, so many people to meet ─ did you really wanna commit to one person so soon? and if you did, weren't you supposed to be one hundred percent sure? because you weren't. not anymore, at least. "here," robin said, shoving you the champagne. "drink up." you grabbed the glass, and took a sip, a scared look in your eyes.

»

   focus. you got this. eddie stares at himself in the mirror, eyes squinting to get a better look of the bowtie he is trying to get around his white button-up collar. seriously, dude! it's not that hard. he clenches his jaw, fingers trying to work through the silky material, but he keeps getting it wrong. "stupid goddamn fingers-" he curses, tossing the bowtie to the corner of his bedroom. he stares at it on the ground, eyes filled with anger as if the bowtie was the reason for all wrong in the world. as the piece of accessory doesn't speak up under eddie's glare, he decides to leave it for now. "i need a beer." he murmurs to himself and starts making his way to his trailer's kitchen. he opens up the fridge that holds inside a pizza box, a block of cheese and a six pack of beer bottles. he grabs one bottle and opens the cap with the edge of the counter. as he lifts the bottle to meet his lips, he turns his gaze to the letter on the table.

              dear eddie munson mr. and future mrs. jacobson happily invite you to their celebration of love,      june 5th.

he looks at the letter for a few seconds, before he takes a long gulp and makes his way back into the bedroom. placing the beer bottle on his table, he squats down to get the bowtie from the floor. "work with me this time," he murmurs, and gets back up. he starts to try again, and this time finally manages. as he looks at his suited up figure in the mirror, he feels his stomach turn around.     he's really going. he's really going; to your wedding; but not as your groom; as your... guest. eddie shakes his head as he turns around to sip his beer again. it was stupid, really. you hadn't seen each other in... what, six years? it's not that long, eddie thinks to himself. but it is! she's moved on! she's with another guy! well, maybe it's not serious. she's marrying him! yeah, and? do you know how many marriages end up in divorces? eddie groans as he walks out of his bedroom, trying to silent the inner conversation he's having with himself. "eddie, you're being ridiculous." he speaks out loud now, as he starts to look for his car keys. "just go to the wedding, try not to cry, and come back home." "try not to cry- it's a wedding!" he blurts out as he steps out of his trailer. "everyone cries at weddings!"

»

"just try not to cry." you say to yourself as you stare at yourself in the mirror, standing in a white dress and a veil going down the back of your head. "you're doing the right thing; you love him; it's gonna be okay. there are three hundred people out there waiting for you to get married." she takes a deep breath. "just try not to cry." "hey, you ready?" robin asks, knocking on the door before stepping in. her jaw drops as she looks at you, and she begins to smile. "wow." she says. "you look absolutely-" "there are three hundred people out there waiting for me to get married," you blurt out. "seriously?" robin says. "we're still going on about this?" "i don't wanna do this, robin!" you rush to her, grabbing her by the shoulders as you start to lose it. "i don't- i- i can't! i won't, i can't, i won't!" "okay, y/n, calm down." robin grabs you by the shoulders as well, talking to you in a calming manner, and nodding. "lets get you some fresh air." you stare at her for a moment, before you nod. "uh-huh," you say. "okay."

»

what is that thing people always yell at weddings in movies? eddie thinks to himself as he sits inside his car, driving towards the venue,  bon jovi playing from the radio. OBJECT! he remembers. "I OBJECT!" he rehearses. no, god, no, eddie. you can't do that, he shakes his head.        but wouldn't it be kinda romantic? he glances up. romantic? for someone she hooked up with six years ago to object at her wedding? but it was more than a hook up! eddie knows it; and he knows you know it too. you were inseparable that summer. you spent nearly every day together, and when you didn't you sure as hell were running through each other's minds all the time. it was the most in love eddie had ever been, and when you left for college, he was heartbroken. he remembers going to your place to pick you up for another skating lesson, only to have your sibling hand him a letter that just said:

     "im so sorry, eddie. goodbye." i'm sorry, eddie? that's it? nothing else? it was something he'd stayed mad at you for a long time. but as time flied by, the anger turned into regret. maybe if he would've been more straight forward. maybe if he would've asked you to be his girlfriend, maybe if he would've showed you just how serious he was with you ─ but shit, that's in the past. there's nothing he can do about it now.

or is there?

i mean come on, she can't really love this guy. who on earth is named dan? eddie rolls his eyes. douchebags, that's who. he probably doesn't even know how to play d&d.

the thought of objecting the wedding still goes through his brain. the thought of slamming the doors open, running down the hall to interrupt the wedding and shouting out his love to you keeps giving him very dangerous ideas; but he can't. he can't do it. he can't ruin your wedding.

»

robin is walking you out, holding you by the arm. "just take deep breaths," she guides you. "think happy thoughts, happy happy thoughts-" "what if i don't really love him?" you panic. "y/n, come on." robin says. "of course you love him! you wouldn't be marrying him if you didn't." you stare at her for a moment, biting down to your lip. "can i tell you something?" you say. "it's something really bad." robin stares at you, worried. "oh god." she says. "please don't confess like a murder or something." "no!" you hiss. "no, it's... gosh, robin. this is worse." "worse than murder?" robin raises her brows. you look around to make sure there's no one around the two of you, before you sit down to a bench. robin looks at you, before she starts to gather the hem of your dress away from the other side of the bench so that she can sit next to you. "you remember... when we were in high school. right?" you start. "vaguely." robin murmurs. "and you remember..." you continue. "eddie." "eddie munson?" robin raises her brows a little. "hellfire club? oh yeah, i remember him." robin snorts. "well, during the summer after graduation, he and i... kind of had a..." you squirm a little. "a thing." robin gapes at you, her eyes wide. "WHAT?" she blurts out. "you and eddie munson-? i- i didn't even know you two were friends!" "well, we weren't!" you explain. "i mean, at first- but then i met him one day, at the beach. you know i used to go there by myself to think; and turns out so did he, and we got to talking, and-" "and did you have sex with him?" robin blurts out. "no!" you say, shocked. "well, i mean-" robin raises her brows again. "not then, but yeah, later." you say. "several... several times." you find yourself memorizing it in your brain as your gaze slides off to the distance. "oh, my gosh." robin drops her head to her hands and you snap back to the moment. "we spent the whole summer together, and it was amazing. i was so happy with him, but then i... i left," you murmur. "for college." "oh my god," robin repeats, now turning back to look at you. "and now you're telling me-" "that maybe it was a mistake," you say. "ending things with him." "dude-" robin shakes her head. "you're not serious. are you? oh my god. you are serious." you bite your lip. "are you saying you're still thinking of him?" robin whispers. "i mean, sometimes," you say. "but especially now- and i mean- robin i was so happy with him!" you whine. "i'd never been more happier, i felt so free and relaxed and fun! i felt fun, robin!" "well you're definitely no fun now, y/n! it's been six years!" robin blurted out. "i know, god- i'm stupid," you shake your head, letting it fall to your hands. "what am i even thinking- it's my wedding day. god." robin looks at you for a moment, not really knowing how to feel. "is he invited?" she asks quietly. "yeah," you mumble in response. "and he's allowed to bring a plus one. so, it's probably going to be a girlfriend." "or a boyfriend," robin notes, and you lift your head to look at her. "what? we don't discriminate." she shrugs. "maybe he's gay." you deadpan at her. "hey! i'm just trying to make you feel better." robin defends herself, holding her hands up a little. "you guys- what the hell are you doing here?" steve rushes to the backyard. "people are looking everywhere for you!" he says to you. "we're sorry, we're kind of in the middle of a crisis over here," robin says to steve. "a crisis?" steve asks, raising his brows. "y/n hooked up with eddie munson and she's still kind of in love with him." robin answers. steve's eyes widen as you gasp, turning to look at robin. "what?" robin blurts out. "steve has the right to know!" "oh my god," steve blurts out. "you hooked up with him-? when?!" "last night," you snap sarcastically, before sighing. "after graduation." "wow," steve says, leaning against the wall. "this is huge. and you just now realized you're still in love with him? like, it never occured to you anywhere in these passing years?" "weddings, man." robin shrugs, staring off to the distance. "is he here?" you suddenly ask steve. "i don't know," steve shrugs. "why?" "i have to tell him." you say. "WHAT?" steve and robin say at the same time as you get up. "if he's here, i have to tell him." you continue, walking back in to the building. "but what about his girlfriend- or boyfriend!" robin blabs as she rushes after you, steve after her. "yeah- and your wedding-?!" steve blurts out. they walk in to the vestibule, and some elders gasp in terror as they see you walking around in your wedding attire. but you don't care, because right there by the big doors, you see him. "eddie," you breathe. "eddie." robin says. "...eddiiiie," steve nervous-laughs quietly. eddie's staring at you. he doesn't think he's ever seen you this beautiful, and he's at a loss for words. the idea of interrupting your wedding is definitely lifting it's head right now in his thoughts.      speak, you look like an idiot, he thinks to himself. "hey you guys," he utters out and forces a small smile. "y/n, you look... you look incredible." he holds a hand out to gesture at you. steve and robin glance at each other.  “well, this is gonna take a while,” robin murmurs and then clears her throat. "steve, do you know any good stand up comedy jokes?" she starts, and yanks steve away from the vestibule.

you look at eddie, your heart beating like a drum, feeling it all the way up in your throat as you begin to make your way towards him. "you came," you just say. "well, i was invited." eddie jokes dryly. "and, of course; it's your wedding. i wouldn't miss it." you stop once you're standing less than a feet away from him. "so, uhm... where's the lucky guy?" eddie tries to chitchat, and you notice the room has emptied from everyone else. there's only you and him now. "eddie, i'm so sorry." you say, and his smile drops. he's quiet for a few seconds. "yeah." he says. "i know. i read the letter front and back." "no, i'm so sorry for that too-" you hurry to say. "that's my point exactly. i never should've left like that; i- i don't think i ever should've-" eddie raised his brows in confusion, and you stop as you stare at him. are the words really coming out of your mouth? "should've what?" eddie asked. you look into each other's eyes, and you can feel the sweat rising in your palms as you prepare yourself for what you're about to say next. "left you." you finish in a weak voice. eddie's eyes widen a bit as his lips part, now he feels his heart beating loud too. "what?" he asks, voice quiet. "god, i never should've left you." you blurt out. "eddie, i- i can't marry him, i-" eddie steps closer to grab your hands, to stop them from shaking. "i can't marry him," you look into his eyes, tears filling your own ones. "then don't," he says. you stop, breath hitching in your throat. "what-?" you breath out. "then don't marry him." he says. "runaway with me." you look at each other, and you try to wrap your head around what he'd just said. "what- eddie, that's-" you let out a panicky laugh. "that's crazy." "i know," eddie nods, grabbing your hands tighter and stepping even closer, now holding both your hands against his chest. "it is crazy. it's- it's absolutely bonkers, really-" you both chuckled fast, and you were holding your sobs in. "but that's why i think we should do it." eddie nods reassuringly. "if you don't wanna marry this guy, don't. you shouldn't." "eddie, i..." you shake your head in confusion, closing your eyes. "i don't know-" "y/n-" he starts, grabbing your face. “i never stopped loving you. i never stopped thinking about that summer, i-” his words assured everything you needed. "yes." you blurt out, and eddie blinks at you. "yes," you repeat, tears spilling from your eyes. "i can't believe i'm doing this; but yes. let's do it." eddie starts to smile, and you feel like your heart is gonna burst out of your chest. this is what it's supposed to feel like on your wedding day. you begin smiling too. "seriously?" eddie asks, wiping the tears from under your eyes. "seriously," you nod, and eddie's smile only widens. "let's go!" you giggle out, throwing your veil to the ground and grabbing eddie's hand. you begin to run out of the doors, pulling eddie behind you. "TAXI!" you shout, waving your free hand. as you see the next free cab driving over to the two of you, you turn around back to eddie. before he can say anything, you throw your arms to his neck and kiss him. the moment your bodies and lips touch, fireworks go on in both of your heads. eddie grabs your waist, pulling you even closer against him as he kisses you back, his tongue sliding against yours. breathless, you pull away from the kiss, only enough to see his face. "i can't believe we missed six years of doing that." you say. "well, we're just gonna have to make up for it." he smiles, and you both hop in to the taxi.

»

steve and robin come back to the vestibule, only to find your veil on the ground. "well..." steve starts. "they're gone." "shit." robin says. "what are we gonna tell the guests?" they both turn to look at each other. "i don't know, you wanna get married?" steve jokes, and robin glares at him.

»

 "so, guys... we have some bad news." robin starts with an awkward laugh as she stands behind the microphone.

#well #that took a romcom turn #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #robin buckley #steve harrington #my writing

[thearvariblues]

KPweek 2022 Day 1: “Can I try?” + love (VegasPete)

This fic can also be found on AO3 ;)

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“Pete?” Vegas chuckles, tilting his head. “Can I try?”

“No!” Pete growls. “I’ve got this!”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“One hundred percent?”

“Yup!”

“As you wish. But I’ve been watching you struggling for… seven minutes and forty-three seconds now.”

“I’ve got this!” Pete repeats, glaring at his lover. “I’m a strong, self-sufficient man! I’ve been doing it myself for years! I know I’ve got you to do it now, but you don’t have to help me all the time, do you?”

“Of course not, love,” Vegas grins. “But if you change your mind…”

“I won’t! I can fasten my own goddamn bracelet!” Pete snarls and lifts his right hand to bite down on one end of the offending piece of jewelry.

“Yes, I’m sure this is definitely gonna help,” Vegas nods, watching the complex yoga routine that follows and inevitably ends with Pete screaming and throwing the bracelet against the bedroom wall.

“It’s broken!” the former bodyguard and current mafia wife exclaims. “That’s it! Broken, that’s why it doesn’t work!”

“It’s not broken, sweetie, it’s fine,” Vegas smiles. “Are you sure you don’t want me to try?”

“No. I’m not wearing a bracelet.”

“Shame. I love how this one looks on you.”

Pete scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest. His eyes pierce right through Vegas’ completely innocent face.

“I know what you’re trying to do, darling, and it’s not gonna work!”

“I’m not even trying to do anything, though.”

“Liar.”

“Just let me do it for you, Pete,” Vegas sighs. “Pretty please?”

Vegas gazes at Pete from beneath his eyelashes and Pete’s paper-thin defenses just… crumble.

“All right. Fine,” he says, rolling his eyes, and goes to fetch the bracelet. “But only because I want to wear it, not because you want me to!”

“Obviously, love.”

“And not because you said you liked it!”

“I’d never have thought that was the reason, I assure you.”

“And definitely not because of those puppy eyes! Never do those again, by the way. You’re a dangerous criminal, Vegas, have some dignity!”

Vegas laughs takes the bracelet from Pete’s hand and fastens it around his wrist within two seconds. Pete purses his lips and glares first at the bracelet, then at his lover.

“There,” Vegas says, smiling brightly. “Perfect.”

“I hate you,” Pete mutters.

“Love you too, sweetie.” Vegas places a quick kiss on Pete’s cheek, making his lover blush slightly. “You look gorgeous, by the way. I guess I will be once again apologizing to Tankhun.”

“Why, for stealing me away from him?”

“No, love. For fucking you in the restroom and therefore ruining his evening.”

“Vegas!”

“Can’t help it,” Vegas shrugs.

“All right, all right,” Pete huffs, rolling his eyes. “Come on. We gotta go. Or we’ll be late, and then you’re gonna have to apologize to Tankhun twice.”

“Right. I’ll get the bike. You can go check on Venice and make some final threats to Macau. I mean, give him some last-minute instructions he’s heard a hundred times already.”

“Asshole. And I wanted to say you’re sweet and thoughtful!”

“I am sweet and thoughtful,” Vegas winks. “I could just throw you over my shoulder and carry you outside.”

“Ha! I’d like to see you try!”

The grin on Vegas’ face is the only warning Pete gets before he’s unceremoniously lifted in the air and hoisted over Vegas’ shoulder.

“You were saying, sweetie?”

“Vegas!” Pete hisses. “Put me down!”

“I don’t think I will, sweetie,” Vegas chuckles, walking out of their bedroom door. “And remember, don’t scream. You’ll wake up our son.”

“Vegas, if you don’t put me down this instant, I can guarantee you won’t have to apologize to Tankhun tonight!”

“Promises, promises,” Vegas says and slaps Pete’s ass with the hand that’s not holding him.

“Vegas, come on!” Pete whines, but Vegas can tell he’s trying very hard not to start laughing. “You’re impossible.”

“Thanks, love.”

“That wasn’t a compliment!”

“I don’t care,” Vegas smiles as he walks into the living room. “Macau, we’re off. Try to keep yourself and the kid alive. If only one of you survives, make sure it’s Venice, okay? If something goes wrong, call me and I’ll be here within twenty minutes. Fifteen in an emergency. Love you. Bye!”

“Have fun, hia,” Macau replies, not even looking up from his phone. “Love you!”

“Wait!” Pete protests. “I forgot to prepare Venice’s bottle–”

“I’ve got it, P’Pete, don’t worry!” Macau assures him. “Enjoy your night out. Everything’s under control!”

“See? Everything’s under control,” Vegas says, slapping Pete again. “Let’s go, sweetie. We don’t wanna make Tankhun wait.”

#kpweek2022 #kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #vegaspete #my fics #kpweekfic

[nattinatalia]

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yourusername We’re babysitting The Baby Harlows this weekend. Princess and I baked some cookies, little man watched cartoons.

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yourbestiename Beba thanks for watching them 💜 appreciate you and Urby.

jackharlow He’s really into Winnie the Pooh 😂 little princess needs to bring some of those cookies over.

urbanandyn The best auntie. Have Urban’s babies already 🥹🥹

urbanwyatt ☝🏼

urbanupdates Yes omg imagine urban being a daddy

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yourbestiename Don’t change the subject, give Urby some babies 😉 🫶🏻

yourusername We barely got this relationship thing on board, and y’all want me to have this man child’s offsprings? No thank you.

jackharlow 😂 he’s not ready for kids yet. He can babysit all he wants tho

yourbestiename I love kids but I love when we can give them back to their parents. No kids here, not anytime soon.

druski2funnny He might be the cool nino-uncle but this fool is NOT ready for a kid of his own 💀💀💀

urbanwyatt What is this? Pick on Urban day? I’m perfectly capable of being a father.

yourusername Are you though? With your little hoe ways, no way 😂 I love you though.

💜

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urbanwyatt The second picture is for everyone who says I’m not worthy of being a dad 😠 🖕🏻 the kids love me. I got this godfather/uncle thing under control, so how’s a kid of my own different?

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jackharlow Did you have to post my son with your little rant? 🙄😂

urbanwyatt YES. Have to let you losers know I can take care of kids.

yourusername Baby, no one said you’re not capable of taking care of kids. It’s very different.

urbanwyatt That’s not what y’all were saying tho. Ya dragged me to filth

yourbestiename No we didn’t 😂 all we said is that you’re not ready for kids.

urbanwyatt What if I am tho

yourusername Urb, are you trying to tell me something? Because we’ve never spoken about kids or anything baby related.

urbanwyatt All I’m saying is, you made it sound like you’ll never be willing to have kids with me.

yourusername Maybe get off insta and come talk to me in person???

urbanwyatt No cus then I’ll get more frustrated.

yourusername Ok….

yourusername Maybe not now or 3 years from now. We’re not mentally ready for kids.

urbanwyatt But eventually?

yourusername I mean……

urbanwyatt Wow ok good to know.

yourbestiename Should we pick up the kids?

urbanwyatt No

jackharlow We’re on our way

urbanwyatt I said no. We’re good.

yourusername Babe, I was joking. Of course I’ll love to have babies with you. Not anytime soon, but in the future? Yes, one hundred percent. You’re stuck with me güerito 🧡

urbanwyatt I love you 🧡🥹

druski2funny Nah, y’all baby him way too much. Y/n you caved in admit it. You said yes just because you didn’t want to hurt his ass 😂😂 don’t worry Urby, you can have my babies.

yourbestiename You’re always starting shit up man. Watch your back, your ass is next.

druski2funny If I don’t start shit up then y’all’s will be living a miserable life.

yourusername He’s not lying 😂💀

#urban wyatt #instagram au #baby harlow #urban wyatt x y/n #urban wyatt fic

[liviavanrouge]

Hated Oc Rivals Meet(Trigger warning)

Maria(My Hero Academia Abby Aizawa Rival): *Sighs, fixing her hair*

Jane(Attack on Titan Layla Ackerman Rival): *Looks over as the door opens*

Ophelia (Fire Force Melody Melody Rival): *Walks in, shutting the door behind her*

Maria: OH HELL NO!

Ophelia: What....

Maria: Look....I get that people don't like me for mentally and physically abusing Abby, BUT THEY HATE ME AT THE SAME LEVEL AS THIS BITCH!

Jane: Yeah *Nods*

Ophelia: Maybe more than me...

Maria: That's some bull...

Ophelia: The way you broke Abby, that was disrespectful

Maria: Yeah maybe until the Sports Festival Arc, but I've grown, me and her are friends again and I've been more protective of my best friend!

Ophelia: But you grew to be a bigger Bitch to everyone but her!

Jane: I will never forgive you for slapping Deku! NEVER!

Maria: YOU TRIED TO KILL LAYLA! IN FRONT OF LEVI AND EREN!!!

Jane: Look I know what I've done was wrong...

Maria: But you tried to break Levi's heart more...

Jane: GIRL! it's attack on Titan! She's dead now anyway and even if she didn't die during the Beast Titan Fight saving her kids she would've died eventually!

Sarah(Obey Me Sarafina Rival): But imagine being hated for just wanting Lucifer!

Jane: YOU TRIED TO SCREW A MAN WHO'S MARRIED AND HAS SEVERAL KIDS!

Sarah: Okay, like this hoe behind me ain't try and do worst!

Perish(Death Note Octavia Rival): What...L is cute..I know he had a wife and kids along with a third child on the way, but uhm...I couldn't help myself

Sarah: And you said I did the worst, she tried to screw a man who had a third child on the way, the one I tried to screw had no children on the way and his children was growing up healthy and fine!

Maple(Twisted Wonderland Livia Rival): All I wanted was Jack and that hoe had to steal him from me..

Maria: Honey he wouldn't take you back even if you killed that girl...

Ophelia: He definitely wouldn't...

Maple: I know the bitches that wouldn't give up ain't talking either...

Koila(Tokyo Revengers Dahlia Rival): What I wanna know! Is why Mikey chose Dahlia over me! When I knew him since we were kids!!!

Maria: I gotta admit it Dahlia and Mikey are cute together, I don't think you two would've lasted a day...

Sarah: I will be honest Abby and Amajiki bring officially together in the My Hero Academia Manga near the end is so cute, but it was heart breaking when he witnessed Shigaraki murder her...

Nalu(Demon Slayer Lily Rival): I WANTED TO KILL LILY, BUT TOMIOKA GOT IN MY WAY!

Jane: WOAHHHH! Tomioka loves Lily even though she is a demon and the fact that she feeds off of his love and affection for her is downright adorable and fluffy! Don't talk about my girl like that...now this bitch here though...

Hazel(Blue Period Amethyst Rival): *Points to herself*

Jane: YES YOU! HOE!

Hazel: Ugh excuse you...

Koila: you're excused! But honey driving Amethyst to attempt suicide Several times is not cool baby...

Hazel: That witch doesn't deserve to live!

Perish: Neither do you...

Momoi(Kuroko no Basket Rival to Crystal): Wait why am I here...

Sarah: YES! Why is she here she's not that hated...

Maple: Agreed, she did back off and help Kuroko get together with Crystal...why is she hated...

Momoi: EXACTLY!

Miete(Food Wars Aisha Rival): Does that apply to me too...

Momoi: No you deserve to be here...

Perish: One hundred percent...

Maria: You're the most hated out of all of us...

Sarah: Why would you 1. Try to date Kurokiba when you find out he's dating Aisha, 2. Mess up Aisha's recipe so she couldn't move to the next round, 3. Challenge Aisha for her No. 2 seat, 4. After the timeskip to when they're adults you got Kurokiba drunk and screwed him causing you to have bare child and causing the two to break off their engagement

Miete: I mean...she went and married Soma afterwards, so win win...

Sarah: You're a disgrace you know that...

Miete: Yes I do and I'm proud of what I've done!

#my hero academia #attack on titan #food wars #twisted wonderland #demon slayer #tokyo revengers #death note #obey me #blue period #twst kuro