#im dizzy im tired im sore please help me

[lhecxzsaisgay]

A Change Pt.2 - Natasha Romanoff

Fluffyyyyy

:just nat being the golden retriever that she is on the inside who keeps wanting readers attention at all time.

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You are currently in your office, busy with so many paperworks that Fury gave you in the last hour. You were rushing it, as you're really tired, your eyes are hurting, while your lower back is starting to become sore.

While your girlfriend, Natasha, is in your bed, trying to entertain herself by watching something on the television. But, either way, it's no use. She wants you, she wants to hold you in her arms, she wants your warmth, she wants to look at your adorable face, she wants to her your voice, specially your laugh.

And ofcourse, this is Natasha we are talking about. If she wants something, she will get it, she will do anything to get it. So, she did the one thing that she knows that would make you immediately stop from working.

She went to your shared office, and started to act sick, just like what she always do whenever she wants you.

"Baby?..." She called out, peeking her head on the office door.

You whipped your head to look at her, that's when she saw you're adorable face. Even though you're all tired, she can't help but think about how cute you look with those big circled glasses hanging between your nose, your mouth slightly agape, with your big doe eyes looking at her.

"Yes, Tasha?" You ask, before going back to what you are doing.

She almost back off, and double think about her plan on getting you. The guilt building up in her body on the thought of you, all tired and exhausted, then she will make you worry with her 'acting' just because she wants you.

But, she's Natasha Romanoff. She always have something after something, so come to think of it, you're all tired, and if she ever ask for you to go to bed, which is the only things she wants just to hold you, it would let you relax either way, you can already rest too! And, there's always tommorow, she can just help you with everything.

So, deciding to continue her plan, she changed her posture and expression into a exhausted sleepy one.

"Can you come to bed with me? I don't feel really good. It's almost midnight, i can't sleep without you by my side. Please." She ask softly, making her voice smaller, using her puppy eyes, that only you can see.

Before you can even answer her, she interupted you.

"There's still tommorow, i can help you with it, just please? I just don't feel really good." She pleaded more.

"Okay, okay, wait for me in the bed while i sort this out, okay? I'll be quick, i promise. Just lay, and don't do anything, baby." You commanded softly, and she nodded, turning around quickly trying to hide her big smile.

She waited for you until you're done, you changed yourself into a more comfortable one, then settling yourself on the bed besides her, but not before asking her if she needs and wants anything.

"No, i don't have any. Just want you." She said, as she reach over to take you in her arms, then quickly showering your head with kisses, before letting out a content sigh.

The closeness made you feel more of her, she's not hot, i mean, SHE IS HOT, but that's not what i mean, like, her skin is not hot. But, that doesn't mean she's all good right?

"How are you feeling, baby? I'm sorry if i took so long." You said softly, reach up to scrape her head with your finger, making her close her eyes and hold you more tight.

You head is on her chest, you're legs are tangled, her arms are wrapped around you. Your chin is on her chest to have a better look at her face, her face that is not showing she's not fine. She actually look so lively.

"Hmmm, good." She said under her breath.

"You sure you don't need anything?" You ask once again, scanning her features, trying to find any signs of sickness.

"Yep, im sure." She quietly answered.

"What are you feeling earlier, hmm? Were you feeling dizzy? Nausea?" You ask once again, while your mind is already trying to put the pieces together.

She always do something like this whenever you're busy, i mean, after all those years of being with Natasha, she always does this, and you're already calculated with it. Knowing wether she's saying the truth or not.

"Just...bad. A little dizzy." She said, still closing her eyes, loving and melting on how your fingers work softly on her head.

"Really? Want me to get you a medicine?" You ask, smirking knowingly.

"No, im all fine now, love. Don't worry." She said, as her hands started to rub your back soothingly, her eyes that are still close, was opened when you stop scratching her head.

"You're lying." That caught her off guard, as she quickly shook her head.

"No, im not, im just really dizzy, and i felt something is off, like you know, i just felt really bad, and all i want is to rest with you, but i can't, because im feeling ba-" You cut her off by putting you hand over her mouth, giggling as you did so, while squinting your eyes at her.

"I didn't say anything about you, lying about what you're feeling." You said, and her eyes widen, as you pull back from her.

"I- i...you-...w-well- i..." She tried to find something, but can't find any words.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." You click you tounge while shaking your head playfully. "If you wanted me, you could've just said something. It's not like im gonna be mad or anything, you know that, right?" You gently explained.

Natasha just pull you back into her, hiding her face in your chest, embarrassed that she got caught, again.

"You know that, right, baby?" You ask gently, once again, only to receive a nod and a muffled yes from you big-baby-girlfriend.

"Then why would you do something like this, again? I thought we're already done with this?" You ask gently, trying to pry her off of you, but she won't budge.

"Baby?" You called out, only to receive a whine.

You hate it, knowing she have to act all sick just for your attention and affection, you know she's not good at expressing her vulnerability, especially when it came to her feelings. But, you already talked to her about this, saying she can just come to you and say whatever she wants.

After years of being together, you don't want Natasha being all shy like this just for your attention, if she wants you, then she can have you. All of you.

"Come on, baby, it's okay." You giggle at little because of her cute position.

She's the tough one in your relationship, the taller and more masculine one, and obviously, she's the top. But, whenever it's only the two of you, she act all baby, not that you are complaining, you love her being like this, knowing she didn't get so much of sweet and gentle affection and the right attention when she was kid.

You will always gonna be more willing to give her that. With no complains.

"You're just so busy, and i don't want you to stop what you're doing just because i want you." She said, still not pulling away.

"Aww, baby, it's okay, we're already passed that, right? I already told you that you can just ask straight right up to me. I will always have time for you, i will stop what im doing just for you, that's how you are to me, why can't i be like that to you, right?" You said, brushing your fingers through her hair.

"Sorry, i won't do it again." She said, now looking up at you with guilt in her eyes, but you smile, a smile that you know she loves, a soft smile form in her face.

"Good, because if you do that again, i will not give you what you want." You teased, and she playfully pout, which soon vanished when you kiss it.

"Just joking, now come on, let's sleep. I'm in sooooo tired." You said, getting in the cover with her, before you can even put an arm around her, her slender arms are already around you, locking you in her embrace, making you roll your eyes.

"Yup, let's sleep, good night, malyshka. I love you so so much." She said sweetly, making you smile.

"'night, i love you too, my big baby." You teased, before closing your eyes.

You heard her grumble, causing a little laugh to come out of you mouth.

God, you really do love your girlfriend, do you?

[wildshapedruid]

DID YOU KNOW STOMACH ACID FROM ACID REFLUX CAN GET IN YOUR INNER EARS AND GIVE YOU A HEADACHE AND MIMIC A MIGRAINE

#im! in! hell!!!!!! #im dizzy im tired im sore please help me

[prettyboykatsuki]

please PLEASE write more abt bully bkg!!! what happened next?? what did kiri do omg

tw ;; mild toxicity, bully!bkg, kirishima being a shit, fem!reader 18+, spanking, oral (f!recieving), bkg accidentally worships your pussy instead of punishing you :/, unprotected sex, praise kink 

PT. 1

a/n ;; have i mentioned he makes me absolutely out of my mind yet? have i said that?!??#?$# 

i think we’ve established about the two of them enough by now so here’s how i picture it. 

like i said before - bkg is a campus athlete, popular and well-rounded and all around has that like image to him and so when he essentially confesses to you after fucking you stupid in the library, that’s basically him making you his girlfriend. you don’t know that for a long time but we’ll get there later. 

anwyays.. right after he fucks you nice n full of his cum, he slides your panties and shorts right back on and snickers as he watches you struggle to get to your feet before eventually helping you. he keeps your bra as a punishment and makes you keep his hoodie, almost biting you when you try and take kirishimas to return it to him. he’ll do it himself, don’t test him. 

when you’re all dressed - he makes you pack up and ends up walking you to your dorm room in the middle of the night (which you beg him to not do) but he’ll be fucking damned if anything bad happens to you. it’s his version of affectionate but you don’t know that yet so you’re mostly awkwardly trying to dodge him on the way back BUT he’s still bkg so when he notices that he yanks you. 

he makes you hold his arm and licks your cheek cause he’s such a fucking dick. hits you with a “get used to it, princess” with the most condescending tone. but he’s being so serious. you just think he’s teasing you but he’s not.. he means it. get used to him, basically because now he’s a constant presence in your life. 

he drops you off in front of your dorm and you’re about to wave him off but before you can go he grabs your waist and basically dips you for a kiss. and it’s so good - fuck, you wish you could say you hated it. but bakugou is experienced as much as he’s mean so he kisses you like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into your sides and his tongue in your mouth. you almost forget your in public until he pulls you back up 

he gives you a little breathless grin, patting your cheek with his hand and telling you “get cleaned up, dumbass” which is his way of telling you to get home safe. 

and you do get to your empty dorm. you take a shower and just kinda reflect on the actualy fuck transpired cause you were pretty positive he wanted you in a casket but?!?!?! you fucked him and he kissed you? so ???? 

youre in the middle of your exams and you’re honestly tired since you got fucked within in an inch of your life so you shower and just.. go to sleep. in his hoodie cause it smells good and it’s big and comfy and you’re like... thinking about it really hard but it just makes your headache. 

you conclude after a lot of tossing and turning that he’s probably still just trying to fuck around with you and maybe thinks you’re an easy lay.  you can’t say you aren’t since you were willing and ready for him (the thought of how easily you gave in has you flustered) 

you sleep, eventually. and you wake up the next morning not really expecting much. you don’t have bkgs number or anything so you just.. continue with your day as is. unlucky for you - you have classes with bakugou and kirishima 

but you don’t think it’ll be all that different. still so non-chalant. and you go to class that day dressed normally - with bakugous hoodie in hand. 

you sit in your regular seat that day and this is your first mistake. 

kirishima is in class before bakugou is. and he is.. as always, a little shit. so he pulls up right beside you because even though bkg is pissed at kiri - they are besties so he tells him everything. kirishima wont tease you abt it and u still think kirishima is quite nice and handsome so you’re pleased to greet him. 

ah.. another mistake on your behalf. this action WILL have consequences. 

kirishima gets so cozy with you btw. he loves that you’re so comfy w him - strokes his ego so good. and he chats you up for a better part of the hour before your morning class. 

he makes jokes and smiles and laughs and thinks about how easy it would be snatch you from bakugou and keep you to himself. he’s not good enough of a person to leave you alone. 

aaah kirishima is a sweetheart and he treats you well. so when you feel his hand on your thigh underneath the table - rubbing little circles into your knee, you don’t even notice. and when he gets super close to you to hear you talk - telling you your voice is too soft even tho a class is empty, you let him. 

and when you point out that ppl keep staring and whispering you, he tells you to ignore them and you do. you ignore the whispers and even the click of camera. 

it’s only when you hear bakugou that you get a strange feeling in your gut. he stomps into the classroom - vicious. his schedule is so busy he normally doesn’t get to lounge around before class making sure to keep everything tight 

but he got..  many messages about how you and kirishima were seating today. mostly from kami who likes to cause problems - he decided he should get there a lil early 

well.. lo and behold he does - and he finds you and kirishima looking incredibly cozy with each other. and kirishima being.. kirishima - is the first to see him and he shoots his beloved friend the most smug fuckin smile. 

bkg is pissed, naturally and stomps his way over to the two of you. he’s doing the thing again where he’s icy mad. he doesn’t even bother w kirishima and there’s a whole crowd around the three of you. 

“get your shit,” he demands, clearly seething. you give him a wild look, noticing the now obvious tension before being completely confused.  you’re about to protest w him but he sends you a spine-chillingly glare. 

your whole class watches as he yanks you by the wrist out of the classroom as kirishima sits back and gives u a little wave. ur lost. obviously. and once you leave the classroom ur like “where are we going?” 

the answer is to bakugous very nice car - a custom c3 corvette. he opens the door and stares you, grabbing your bags and taking them to the trunk. but u stand ur ground, cross your arms over your chest like 

“what are we doing out here?” 

bkg doesn’t hesitate in pushing you up against his car, his hands on your waist and his teeth nipping at your neck - sore from old bruises. and you gasp when you feel his fingers dig into your hips, all tongue and teeth. 

“the fuck did i say about you cozyin’ up t’ that shitty haired bastard yesterday,” 

this makes you swallow because bakugous mouth is travelling further and further and his hands are getting more bold. and you shiver, something hot and heavy in your core cause fuck he’s so possesive over you. it makes you dizzy, something sticky and warm in you. 

“i.. i d-didn’t think you were being s..serious yesteryday” 

he growls a little against your throat. 

“guess i’ll have to teach you another lesson. im gonna get in the car and then you are. easy enough, nerd?” 

you can’t do anything but nod and watch him open the car doors. when he gets in you follow and within the blink of an he manuevers you till your over his lap. you let out a loud yelp as his strong hands come down on your ass. still clothed. 

you let out a soft yelp - a noise of surprise at the sudden sensation and you feel bkg bend down to speak in your ear. 

“wanna act like a fuckin’ brat and flirt with your boyfriends friends? fine. i’ll fuck that shitty ass attitude right out of you,” 

the firs thing you think is “boyfriend?!” but your voice gets muffled when you feel bakugou pull down your bottoms along with your panties. his hands are so strong and so big - long thick fingers covered in callouses from playing so many games. you can’t help but squirm under his touch, a growing wetness making your stomach clench. 

he’s so so mean about it yk? a big strong hand smacking against your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. he chuckles when you whine, when your body shivers - bare cunt expose to him and nothing else. a wave of humilation floods through you. 

“‘s not my fault you’re like this y’know? all you gotta do is follow instructions - i know you now how to fucking do that, right? always bein’ so prissy,” ― bakugou tsks, smacking your ass hard before spreading your cheeks out. he admires the way your cunt trembles with mean laugh ― “but you wanna go flirt with shitty hair that much, huh?” 

you’re gonna protest and tell him it’s not even like that.. which makes you question why’re so eager to go with his demands. but the words get lost as the sound of spanks slowly drift and it’s just bakugou admiring your ass. he didn’t really get a good chance too when he was fucking you yesterday but now he’s got eagles on you n your pretty little cunt. 

“never gonna let anyone touch your pretty little pussy but fuckin’ me,” ― and he groans, sliding his fingers through your folds ― “fuck.. fuck” 

you’re not expecting much but within another few seconds you’ve got your cheek pressed to the glass window, ass up and body folded with your cunt directly in bkgs face. you’re not rlly sure why this was happening because you were sure you were getting punished. and maybe the humilation of having your face pressed to glass is enough 

but it doesn’t negate the fact bkg is tongue deep in your cunt. both hands massaging your ass - spreading your lips apart so he can get into fucking deeper. sliding his tongue against your folds and slurping on your clit until you’re jolting with pleasure like you’ve never known before in your life. you’re moaning so loud the whole campus could probably fucking hear but bkg doesn’t care and doesn’t stop 

and your thighs give out, he goes from eat it from the back to getting underneath you and has you sitting on his face. you just keep cumming and bakugou is rock fucking hard - but he doesn’t even bother jerking himself off. he spends all of his time n effort worshipping your sweet cunt  

you cum on his face so many times you’re completely limp by the time he sticks his dick in you. but it feels so good when he does that too - oversenstive walls stretched out his big cock, a hand on your sides as he shifts you into missionary. 

he doesn’t even intend to make you cum again but the position has him so deep in your cervix that you do and he’s so close. and when bkgs close, he’s fucking obscene. 

but it’s not all that vulgar like you’re expecting and that makes you fucking whine. hearing bakugou praise you and your pussy does something terrible to your brain and in your fucked out haze - arms around his shoulders, you’re fucking whimpering. 

and bkgs just in your ear like 

“such a sweet fuckin’ girl for me, taking my dick so damn good, haah fuck. all mind. know how to behave when i fuck you like this don’t you? be a good girl and take it all.. there you go, just like that,” 

when he cums inside of you he stays there for a while and stares at your completely gone expression. it’s unusually soft and you wont see it often but he grabs your face and kisses you hard 

“you’re my girlfriend now you fuckin’ dweeb so start fuckin’ acting like it yeah?” 

you whine and nod, unable to refuse even if u want too 

“yeah..yeah” 

#bully!bkg #prettyboy.thirsts #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #return to sender #this is not proof read at all im losing my mind. #dubcon cw #toxic cw

[tokyoghoose]

next stop

pair: akaashi keiji x reader

summary: you come to a few realizations while on a train ride with Akaashi

warnings: angst, mentions of not feeling good enough, descriptive feelings of drowning

a lot shorter than i wish it was, but im pretty proud of it :) it's based off Heather - Conan Gray so i don't have a playlist, but give that song a listen. :)

It’s overwhelming. 

There’s a pressure that builds, pounding against your temple in time with the uneven beating of your heart. It feels as though you are submerged underwater, struggling to breathe as it floods your lungs. Gasping. You try to gasp for air, but all that welcomes you is more water, more weight, more pressure. It’s like there’s an anvil- no, a ball and chain that drags you down further into this sinking ocean like you were just tossed aside and left behind. 

Is it possible to drown without being underwater? By the sinking feeling in your gut, you’re quickly starting to think so.

“Y/N?”

And just like that, someone grabs for the hand that’s reaching towards the surface, they hear the helpless cries that seem to only sink you. You grasp onto it with every tired, exhausted muscle in your arms, practically begging to be let up for help. Please. Please. Please, help me.

Resurfacing, there is life. A shaky, rattling, and sore gasp leaving your body when you tear your gaze from the window of the train. And now it’s cold- freezing actually, even with the sweater on your body because it’s not yours. It’s him and now it’s hers. You want to throw up at the lingering smell of vanilla and lavender that takes over the usual, smooth cologne. It’s itchy and uncomfortable and it makes you so sick your head spins and you swear you’re turning green. Who would’ve thought you’d miss the smell of old books so much? Where did it go? Washed away with the rest of him and you, weighed down by too much perfume that he’d obviously tried to hide. You shiver, hunching over slightly more. 

 Your body feels weak, like all the energy has been taken out of it; it leaves you almost limp and shaking, but you manage to look at him. And it makes you want to cry, to shake and wrack your body with sobs because it’s unfair how beautiful he looks in blissful ignorance. Always one to look over the obvious, you suppose and the thought makes you hiccup a laugh. 

What goes on in that beautiful mind? What does he think about when he looks at you and will you ever truly know? It was never a second thought. You're Not the one who occupies his thoughts at night nor the one who disturbs his concentration. You’re an afterthought, an impulse decision that has been kept around for too long now. It’s becoming clearer now, the rose-colored glasses are losing their tint. You make a mental note to buy a new pair sometime. 

“Earth to Y/N! Are you okay? You keep going somewhere.”

The soft tone he uses and the way his hand comes down to give a reassuring squeeze is all too gentle, making it hard to breathe once again. He’s so caring, so sweet… Always acting like there’s something more to this, but there isn’t is there. You want to call him out when he starts to rub soothing circles into your shoulder blades, perhaps sensing something you can’t. It pisses you off how he can read you so easily, like the back of his hand. If that was true, can’t he tell how you feel now? 

You shrink into yourself a bit more and shrug, fumbling around with the hem of the sweater like it would swallow you up- and maybe it would with the way the lavender swirls around in your lightheaded mind. You’re suddenly very dizzy when he speaks again, “Penny for your thoughts?”

Was that some kind of joke? What does he expect you to say? 

Am I the one at fault for falling for a boy like you? Is it me who should feel bad for thinking we could be more after that fucking party? Am I to guess that if it weren’t for the drinks, we would be in the same spot we have been for the past four years? Do you even think of me; even if it’s with her? My thoughts revolve around you, only you and when it’s not about you it’s about her and what she has that I don’t. Do you know what It’s like to pick yourself apart for every little thing? 

You settle for a small smile that doesn’t reach the corners of your eyes (and briefly, you wonder if he’ll notice it) and a shrug, lifting your voice from its thousand-year rest. To you, it sounds rough, forced, and raw like you had been crying for hours but to him, you probably just sound tired. 

“It’ll cost more than a penny, Akaashi.”

He laughs like a gentle giant, soft but it still reverberates in his chest and out of his kind smile. You take it as pity, no matter how genuine he could mean it. You can’t look at him the same way anymore, you notice. The admiration has been tainted now, and the more you two go on acting like it never happened the more brass the silver becomes. He looks like he’s about to push further, opening his mouth to say something but you just watch his lips move before the train comes to a stop, the two of you rocking forward and to the side slightly at the halt. 

The train doors open with a whine and people tumble out of the box like matches, each one lighting a fiery path underneath you. The tension in your shoulder leaves when his hand does to come up to reach the yellow handle to get out the way of flooding people. The dam is breaking not only here, but your eyes when he offers a hand to help you up. You brush it away and take interest in your shoes instead, gulping and following him out in a filed line. You know he’s speaking but you can’t hear him, you can’t listen to him anymore.

You hit his back when he steps off the platform, his greeting but a shallow yell, echoing off your brain when you hear her name. You barely get out a goodbye, his hand coming down to ruffle your hair before he opens his arms for someone who isn’t you. It would never be you. 

And he’d never know. 

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

Would you be willing to write a scenario about Kai's s/o going in to labor and the delivery? Maybe just Kaito?

Lets give plague doctor more heart attacks :D

Honestly? You deserved at minimun a pat on your back, because carrying a child is not easy... and aparently carrying a Chisaki inside you was equal to hell.

Deadly cramps, torturous nauseas and dear lord even comenting the word 'peas' left you wanting to pull all of your stomach out.... all of this for exactly seven months and a half already.

The baby was surely a fighter. His kicks were dead ass strong and ever time it was a bad one, you would wince in pain while supporting yourself on somewhere.

This baby was going to knock you out at some point...

Ever time Kai notice that this was happening he would place his entire gloved and scold his unborn child.

'Not even in here and are already causing trouble brat? Be good to your mother or we might have trouble.'

It was always in that same no emotions present tone of voice of his but you could see the genuine adoration in those usual cold golden eyes.

Although today you were feeling quite... normal.

No deadly kicks, neither the urge to puke ans surprisingly your feets weren't sore!

What a great day!

You got up from your chair to grab something to eat as you carresed slightly your belly on the way.

Although when you were already half the hall you started to feel dizzy and had to support yourself omwith one hand on the wall.

"Woah not looking great there miss. You good?" You heard Mimic's voice but when you looked down you just saw a black blur.

"Y-Yeah..." you took a shaky step "I guess."

"You guess?" Mimic spoke in sarcasm while Chrono coincidentally entered. Irinaka pointed to you for Kurono to see as he also made a slightly concerned face.

Before the man could ask what was going on, you felt as if a hammer had hit you in the gut while you howled in pain, no longer holding back the discomfort or the recent, unbearable pain.

Chrono and Mimic were immediately on your side when you almost fell to the ground. In your mind passes a thought that scared you to no ends and just to confirm you lowered your hand lower to push it back to see that your terrors were true.

Blood and other fluid... your water bag broke... The baby was coming earlier.

You let out a bloody scream at seing this and another joilt of pain came into you.

"ShIT ShE'S DyInG?!"

"Of course fucking not Irinaka! Shut up!" Chrono went to lend you a shoulder but you stopped him.

"K-Kurono... P-Please... K-Kai.. H-Here." You said between breaths, trying to stal calm since you knew this was going to stress the fuck out of everyone... especially Chisaki.

Hari didn't even objected and ran looking for Chisaki as Irinaka came back into his human form to at least see if it helps.

"Breath chick, you're a fucking fighter to carry that little shit."

"MIMIC!" you shouted and the man apologized at seing the anger in your eyes.

~

Chisaki was currently looking at the medicals exams of his unborn son along with the first ultrasound picture. The boy was going to be here soon and after a very long time he felt anxious.

He flinched at the way the door of his office hitted the wall as Chrono shouted his name.

"What the hell Chrono? Lost your manners?" He said darkly while placing the documents inside of his drawer.

"(Y/N)." He said while pointing at your direction "She's bleeding."

In one blink of Kurono's eyes Chisaki was already running through the house while placing his mask up.

Shit. What had happened?! Were you okay?!

"Angel." He called, ignoring his horror at seing the state you were in, and kneeled on the floor.

"Baby... coming." You breath out while jolting in pain again.

Damn those contractions

He cringed at your whines but ignored his own discomfort and scooped you up in his arms in bridal style as he shouted for a precept to clean ths mess as long for Chrono to get the fuck in the car.

Mimic swore he saw the walls trembling.

~

"Count to ten angel." He said monoustly but the way his hands tremble slightly and the hint of desperation in his eyes told everthing.

You screamed as the car suddenly roughly spun aside, the last drop of patience on your husband completely gone.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT CHRONO?!"

"IM SORRY BUT A GUY ALMOST HITTED THE FUCKING CAR AND COULD HAVE KILLED US YOU KNOW?!" Poor Hari was consumed by both you and Overhaul's desperation.

"Oh my god both oF YOU SHUT UP!" You shouted causing both of them to be completly silent all the ride to the hospital.

He was going to talk to you about that later, but maybe it was a understatement since you were giving birth at this point.

~

Kurono had to hold back Chisaki when a bunch of nurses just pulled you out of Kai's arms and a doctor told him to wait outside.

His wife was giving birth to his soon son and he was supposed to wait OUTSIDE YOU FILFH UNPROFESSIONAL BASTARD?!

When a nurse came to Chrono, asking for him to get out of the room since only it was allowed the father, he arched one eyebrow at her and pointed with his palm at a very furious Chisaki, silently saying 'Im the one keeping the beast calm, you sure about that?'.

The nurse just gave him a apologetic look before, with the nerves on their skin of talking to a dangerous man of the yakusa, calling Overhaul.

The way Chisaki looked at them could be described as murderous and if he had a laser vision quirk the poor nurse would be already dead on the spot.

"I-I'm sorry! But you can enter now." She bowed apologetically while indicating the door for Chisaki.

He didn't even acknowledge her as he entered the room abruptly, ignoring many looks of the doctors and just making a bee line at you.

Despite your eyebags and squirming in pain figurine, you still manage to look angelic... just incredible.

"Angel, it's almost over." He said monoustly, a mix of pain and relief at seing the way you opened your eyes.

"Kai..." you whispered while crying... your hand desperately hilding the bed sheets as you cried out...

"Dad hold her hand!" A male nurse suggested and you almost laughed if it wasn't for the torturous pain you were in.

Someone was trying to give others to Chisaki? Your Chisaki Kai? Great joke.

Chisaki narrowed his eyes at the man befofe cringing at seing you crying again... you were in so much pain but yet refused to just grab his hand because you knew him.

He suddenly left to a quick bathroom and picked a hand sanitizer and a handkerchief.... the scene was almost comic to the doctors and nurses. A soon to be father wipping his wife's hand before holding it onto his gloved one.

"You don't change do you?" You whispered while smilling at him, pure appreciation and love on your eyes as you looked into those beautiful golden ones that you had fallen with.

"Why should I?" He said monotonously but you could see the hints of a smile behind that black face mask of his.

His hand suddenly cracked at your strenght as you turned your head away from him to muffle your screams.

...ouch.

The doctors were surprised because they LISTENED to his hand cracking and he was just... there. He suddenly glared at them with pire hate as his words spilled from his kouth like venom.

"Bunch of incompetents, my wife is having a kid and you just stand there without doing nothing? Move and help her before I lose my pacience bunch of filfh." They flinched before returning to their activities whiel Kai scoffed 'sicks' under his breath.

Your screams had stopped and your grip on his hand released, putting the pieces together he looked up and saw a tiny creature on the arms of one nurse.

"You did it." He amused out loud while you only let out a sleep deprived 'yay' before closing your eyes as you tried to catch your breath.

He picked the handkerchief and wiped your forehead gently before looking down at you.

"You're sweaty..."

"No shit sherlock I just gave birth." You said between breaths and giggles receiving a pinch on your arm along with a scoff of his.

"W-Why isn't he crying?" You suddenly breath out.

Shit. Is true. He haven't heard his son cries. He looked uo already with anger before he saw the doctor bringing a white blanket and handing rubbing the face of your new born to you.

"See mommy? Your baby is fine." He felt butterflies forming inside his stomach at seing the little boy face in contact with yours... you smilling tiredly but still manage to open your eyes to look at your son.

"Kaito... is so nice to meet you.." you teared up at seing your baby for the first time... he had his father looks.

He punched his chest to prevent any hints of despicable tears fron falling from his eyes but it was really damn difficult... Luckily he managed to stay with his stoic face at least.

The moment though he saw you closing your eyes he internally panicked.

"Angel." He grabbed your face and shook slightly, checking your pulse with his other hand and sighing in relief at feeling your heartbeat on his fingers.

"She is just tired, will come back as soon as she recuperates... would you like to hold your son mister?"

He eyed the doctor in suspicion before choosing to only look at his son, eyes secretly telling how much he was willing to do for this little one already.

"Place him on the crib for now. I want my wife to see the scene, she wouldn't leave me alone after knowing that I holded my son without her seing it." He spoke crudely amd coldly at the doctor bit they didn't seemed to mind at first.

The doctor nodded in understatement before placing the kid carefilly down on the crib, right besides Kai as he sitted on the edge of the bed... holding your hand in his gloved ones.

He took a glance at his sleeping son and decided to just carres the tip of his thumb on the chubby cheek.

He swore the kid just smiled at the contact... a simple contact... but it was rather a nice feeling.

"I made this brat..." he mused out loud for himself before smirking down at his son and bringing your freahly washed head to rest on him instead of the pillows of the hospital.

"Welcome to this world... Chisaki Kaito."

#overhaul x reader #overhaul scenario #fanfic overhaul #overhaul #chisaki kai imagine scenario #kai chisaki x reader #chisaki kai x reader #chisaki kai #kai chisaki #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #bnha characters #bnha villains #bnha #my writings #zuffer writings

[p1nkwitch]

Originally two parts, but i want to finish the mini saga and go back to the hijinks. One last serious bit left and we are into crack territory again!!

@nonbinaryeye

YOU ARE NOW PETER LUKAS

He starts the scratch.

Using his wind powers he lifts the Quills of Echidna and starts to cut the mechanism in Oliver's land that should send the signal to skaia to start another game. It's not exactly easy and a bunch of giant imps appear to try and stop him. Most of them he can send away with forsaken the others he has to kill manually, which is rather annoying.

Still he is half way through with it when the imps start agonizing out of nowhere.

Looking around he sees something start to come out of their shapes, it looked almost like-

Well if he was being philosophical? It looked as if someone was sucking their souls out of their bodies and putting it in a bunch of small boxes that fall around him.

Their bodies remain still and empty.

Oh no.

“Oh yes” He has seconds to dodge a hit to the head with that fucking 8Ball question cane, before Elias tries to beat him up again.

Peter hides in forsaken thinking that it was strong enough to keep him out of sight of Elias, but just like his own powers got a boost, Elias did as well, because the next thing he feels is searing pain in his head and the lonely being torn apart around him pulling him out.

I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW YOU

Fine. If Jonah wants to start a strife he will accept.

Peter is done with this annoying little man.

They spend quite the long time just trying to hit and hurt each other as much as they could, Elias even attempted to use his heart powers to steal him too like he did with the imps, but Peter merely uses the air to shove him around making it impossible to focus.

In the end its merely tiredness that wins, Jonah slips and Peter who has always been bigger, and now with the other in his original body, was even more so, knocks him down keeps him in the ground while he struggles and tries to fight him off.

He merely pushes him back and grabs the stupid cane from him.

“You know, i just asked for one thing only and that was for you to leave me alone. To finally get out of my life and to never see you again. But no, you can't do that cant you? You have to come around to try and be the biggest pain in my ass to my very last moment!!” Peter doesn't feel much when he punches him in the face, beyond the indignation at him for denying him his last request.

“Go to hell!! If you think I'm letting you get the best of me you childish-” He looks at him.

A bruise is already forming on his cheek from where he hit him. Jonah was still throwing venom at him and he was exhausted, he had to focus on the fight so he left the needle still almost at the end of scratching the whole thing.

Peter's head is foggy and everything seems so pointless and loud.

This man more than anything.

Shining bright in fury and indignation and if he was right, fear too. Jonah was a fire, if you didn't watch it it would get you.

It churns his gut just seeing him.

Clutching the cane he ponders it for a second, but decides to finally do what he should have done a long time ago.

“And-”

“I don't care Jonah, I really don't. You had a shot by leaving me be, but I suppose I ought to do this if I really want to achieve peace” Taking a breath he raises the cane upwards so he can beat his head with it to finally shut him up for good, to finally make it end between them.

Peter doesn't even care if he dies.

Perhaps before he did, he recalls the actual feeling of terror when he asked him to help him die faster because it hurt so much on his quest bed, the bleeding stab wounds were making Elias dizzy and the pain was unbearable. Peter recalls the bout of fear at snapping his neck, but now? Now the fog was making it impossible to matter. To care about finishing this disgusting little man's life.

“Goodbye” He sees the terror reflected in his eyes.

“Peter- wa- wait we can talk-!” He was about to hit him when something knocked him out of the way and he slid across the floor.

Lying in his back he stares at the sky and the black roots that are moving around it, while reality starts to crumble.

“I can't believe I turned into such a bloody mess!! Did you honestly try to kill each other??!”

Ah the fake one.

“What are you doing here!” Jonah is scrambling up. Peter is measuring his chances against the two of them, but knows it would be futile. So he remains there.

Why can't he ever get what he wants? Why won't they leave??? They did before so many times!! They all have walked out from the other, why is this any different.

“Oh god you are a mess for real, aren't you Peter i can't believe this”

“Elias-”

“You can't hear him, but he is!! And he is my husband, get your own-”

He tunes them out and focuses on finishing what he came to do even while lying on the floor.

YOU ARE NOW ELIAS BOUCHARD

“And- Oh Peter fuck off!” Jonahsprite goes to grab Peter’s face while apparently the man starts again to try and finish the job.

Elias tries to not shudder at the memory of the empty expression he made when he tries to kill him. He compares it to when he asked him to help him die faster in his quest bed, because the stab wounds while waiting to bleed out hurt a lot. The stark difference between those two moments and the expressions he got were enough to make him want to hurl.

Peter had not wanted to hurt him then, he did it the fastest way possible and only because he insisted, Elias had to track him down afterwards with JonahSprite and actually reassure him, even if it was a thinly veiled effort, to not let him know he was sort of happy he was so worried about him.

He had thought at the time that he found something else to have an upper hand on him. But now he realizes that it wasn't.

“Let us finish talking first!” His double is trying his best to keep the man in place. But he hasn't realized like him that it was sort of late. Annabelle and his own weapon had been right, he was too far gone now.

“Why should i-” Dropping next to him he feels sore, hurt and tired.

“You are an idiot” Peter merely watches him and after a few seconds says the thing that really nailed the fact that it was all over.

“I really did think I loved you” Reading it was one thing, seeing him say it with such a blank expression was another. Locking his jaw in place and swallowing he tries.

“You do, you still do, you are just being dumb and letting your god get the best of you” He has to believe it.

“I dont think so” He makes a pained sound and looks down at him.

“Im- did you actually throw them away?” It takes him a second to realize he meant the rings.

“I dropped them yes” That's it, he tries to get up and go, but his double keeps him there giving him a furious look.

He is angry and now he is the one that's upset.

“You are a thief of heart and you have beholding, think” What does he even want from him?

“So what? I steal his soul? Keep it as a companion in a doll or something? what else can i do with this??”

“Oh my god, feelings! You deal with feelings too”

“But they are gone if you haven't noticed! There is nothing for me to take or use or-!” He doest understand, he didn't see him, the emptiness as he tried to kill him.

“Forsaken doesn't take them away you know this. It just… makes them dull, makes you think you don't care. He thinks- no, we made him think he had nothing else!” Peter has never needed an anchor, he could walk the perfect line between his god and their relationship.

But here? Here it was so condensed that he sank and he never noticed happen.

So just this once… JonahSprite doesn't have his memories, he remembers up until he was James, but in the amount of time he accompanied Peter the man got him to care too.

Guess they do have a type and it's lonely. He owes Simon money then.

He doesn't want to steal his feelings, but he wants to bring them forth.

But first, he grabs his face and leans down while the man tries to get him off. He rebuffs him.

“I love you, you giant sap, I do. I did not cheat! Neither of us did. So get that out of your thick head, we just had fun talking with a friend. It's been so long, but thats all, we could not ever even go back to that again. Barnabas is good but he is not that good to forgive us for it”

“Not like you, or well not good per se, but you certainly put up with me far more than anyone has before and that is something”

“So please big man just this once…dont fight me on this ok?” He kisses him. Peter goes still under him, and he can feel him start to try and slip away, but he holds him tighter and bites his lip making him go back to being solid.

Elias doesn't push further merely kissing him over and over again in little presses of their lips, one of his hands goes to caress his cheek and he lets their foreheads touch.

He just needs a spark and he can take care of the rest, afraid of opening his eyes and seeing a dull stare he can't help but to let out a small sniff, he will not cry, he refuses. Getting up he watches him and Peter looks at him with the same empty stare. His lips wobble and he shakes his head. Beholding then? He tries to shove memories of their time together, but the man looks more and more angry rather than moved.

“Peter, c'mon you have to-” Jonah is trying, but if it didn't work with him-

“I don't, really can you both please stop touching me? Its making me uncomfortable” He hits him in the chest.

“You bloody sea weaded excuse of a sailor i cant believe how much of a fucking bastard you are, i cant- I… i can't”

“Almost 30 years and you do this to me, you are the worst husband in existence, you leave me for months, make awful puns and nicknames, fight me over the petties things ever-” He doesn't stop he has to let it out, along with the tears that finally are slipping through his eyes, but now they are out of sheer indignations rather than sadness.

“You snore, you keep putting my stuff on high shelves just to make me ask you for help or get a chair to get them-” A sob breaks through.

“make me cake, buy me things you know i would like, let me sleep on top of you when i get home and let me unwind if work was hard-” His hand grips his stupid godtier hoodie.

“-Kill the spiders, because you know i actually hate them even if i pretend they don't bother me-”

A hand wipes his tears from his left cheek and he stiffens. Hoping for a small chance.

“Awfully weepy of you Lias” His voice is cracked and when he looks he has the barest hint of a flush on his otherwise pale skin. And a glint of amusement in his expression.

Oh.

He falls forward while Peter tries to catch him, but Elias merely goes to kiss him. He latches onto him and to make his point across he uses his heart powers. Peter lets out a startle and pained sound, but he doesn't relent, bringing forth all his feelings, but not actually stealing them, just letting them simmer there. He could.

Elias could just as easily steal him away to keep forever in his grasp.

But when two pair of hands grab him back and tug him closer he knows he can't.

He loves him like this.

Eventually they break apart.

“Don't ever do that again” Peter gives him a peck and nuzzles him.

“I can't believe i will say this, and if anyone asks it never happened, but- Please don't ever stop giving me a glance from time to time. It felt like i was going on autopilot, i couldn't even enjoy my own loneliness”

“I won't”

They hear a tiny mew and Jonah is looking at them with what he knows is envy in his own face.

Peter looks up at him and his face goes from entertained to guilty and then a grimace. Lifting a hand towards him the sprite hisses. His husband nods and sits up before grabbin Jonah and putting him on his lap, while he lets out a bunch of noises of protest and actually scratches his arms.

“Im sorry, i didn't mean it, i do think you are real-”

“No, you dont. Its fine, you are right i'm just a copy, now leave me be-” Peter gives him a look and then at Jonah as if asking permission.

He considers it, but...he knows that he can't say no. He nods.

The taller man lifts the chin of the sprite and kisses him, while the other freezes in place. Peter actually deepens the kiss and it was fascinating to see, like seeing a distorted mirror. He would admit it was exhilarating to see himself in that position. So sneakily he goes next to his husband and kisses his neck too making him pull apart to sigh against his doubles lips.

“Insatiable aren't you?”

“Maybe, maybe i just like to see you both”

“Narcissistic then” His husband was a little shit.

“I would say voyeur” But apparently he wasn't even better. Still JonahSprite looked at the two of them with a calculating look, that Peter stops by merely bopping his nose.

“I'm tired, and you are both the same bastard, same eyes after all. What does it matter where they are? You could both steal as many bodies as you want and i would still marry you anyways”

Funnily enough both of them blush at the comment.

“Sap”

“Idiot”

“Yours?” He is definitely exhausted if he was that soft.

“Yes… always” Elias is just as tired, so he is permitted to say it just as softly.

Before he could attempt to sneak into his lap too and start what could possibly be the best make out session in the history of paradox space involving the three of them, Peter gives him an apologetic look.

“ Elias… I already started the scratch, i can't not finish it. The game is busted beyond relief, both of you said it, by now it's impossible to win” He takes a deep breath.

“Can you finish it and make it out to where we are supposed to meet up with the rest?”

“No, we don't have the time” Before he can answer him to curse him for following Annabelle’s plan he sees Jonah press his cheek against their husbands chest and gives him a smug look.

“Finish it”

“Excuse me??” He startles at him.

“You heard me finish it”

“We can't make it in time to the others-”

“Oh i wouldn't be so sure…just trust me, both of you” Well, if anyone would want to survive is him, no matter the situation.

“Fine”

“Are you- of course you both are. Great”

“Ok, let me up then”

#tmastuck #magnusstuck #just one more and we get the catsprites hijinks #and more funny stuff

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Fall Back to the Jet

Summary- Bucky x Y/N (Steve, Natasha, and Sam features) Cap tells you to fall back to the Quinnjet, but you decide on another option. Lucky Buckys close by. Warning- Violence, swearing. Written for @hopingforbarnes​ 250 Writing Challenge. Congrats!!!! Prompt is in bold italiacs. 

Word Count- 1.9k

It was all going smooth till Steve spoke directly to you in his com “Y/N, we have it from here, fall back to the quinnjet” 

You were still the rookie although its been a year, and Steve was the Captain, No one defies the captain, except for you. You eyed the open doorway the hydra agent just went into, taking a deep breath as your resolve settled, you werent going to sit on the quinjet any longer while the rest cleaned up. Ducking into the dark doorway, you stalked down the stairs while hearing your name being yelled at in the com “Y/N, I TOLD YOU TO FALL BACK” Sorry Cap, not this time. 

There are times in your life you maybe regret a decision, this was one of them. You thought the room was clear, sweeping your sights back and forth from the other end of a rifle, when there was a clip to the back of your head, knocking you forward and stupidly dropping your gun. “You Mother Fucker!” you yelp, and turn to face your opponent, twisting your head slightly to knock out the kink he put in your neck. He was well over twice your size, his meaty hands flexing to get around that slim column of your neck, you could see it in his eyes when he lunged at you, side stepping around him with a kick. It was like bouncing your foot off cement and didnt phase him much, smirking at you as he came at you again. “SHIT!” you state as you start blocking and trying to attack back. 

“Bucky you got her?” Steve hissed as they barged into a lab and Steve threw up the shield, blocking the barrage of bullets aimed at the two men. 

“Yea I got her” Bucky ducking behind the shield and once in a while lifting behind from it and aiming his own specially trained on targets rounds, he twisted away and went back out the way he came, using his vibranium arm to slam open doors to see them empty. “Come on Y/N, where the hell are you?” He snarled, until he heard you cussing out someone and the shallow sound of flesh getting pounded on. He hoped that it would be you doing the pounding, but when he opened the door, that certainly wasnt the case. 

Bucky came into you looking twisted around the mans arm, and him slamming you down into the floor, doing your best to keep your head from being bashed in, attempting a kick into his face, his throat, just about anywhere to get him to release his hold. Blood ran down the side of your face from your scalp and your words were flying just as much as anytime youve ever been pissed off, regardless of the situation. “If you dont let me the fuck go you dick wilted asswipe, Im gonna rip your balls off and stuff them down your throat.” If Bucky wasnt scared as hell for you at the moment, he would have rolled his eyes at you, once he realized the way you were being flung back and forth wasnt gonna allow him to take a shot, he shouldered the weapon.Close attack it would be 

Without another pause, Bucky strode forward, his strides wide and his metal arm slammed into the hyrdra agents side of the head, jarring his hand to open wrapped around your neck and you fell to the floor from a considerable height,snapping the back of your skull against the cement with a sharp cry. Rolling away from the two men clashing like titans above you. Bucky was shorter in stature then the hydra agent was, but much more quick on his feet, as well as being a super soldier, it wasnt exactly a fair hand on hand fight. Within minutes the agent was merely blocking the bone rattling blows Bucky was issuing, you were crawling across the floor to where you dropped your weapon, sitting back and putting it to your shoulder, waiting to get a clear shot.

Buckys silver hand wrapped around the back of the mans neck, the plates clinking as he tightened pressure and swung him around right in the aim of your shot, you lining hydra right up in your cross hairs, and pulling the trigger. Barnes turned his face away to keep from getting splattered from brain matter and blood. Loosening his hold, the hydras body, minus the top of his skull, collapsed with a dull thud. You lower the rifle and wince, placing your hand against your head. “Bucky... he got me pretty good.” Your vision going in and out at the moment. 

“Jesus Christ Doll” He hisses as he sidesteps around the body and goes to you, his hands cupping your face to look in your eyes. “Can you focus on me?” You blink a few times and wide eyed stare right at him best you can. 

“Hows that?” You question, grinning stupidly since your just glad Bucky got there in time. He frowned a bit and sighed, wrapping you in his arm to get you to stand. 

“Steve, I got her, Im taking her back to the Jet.” He spoke, not to you though and you didnt bother trying to get an answer. With his assistance, you two hobbled, less with sleuth, but with plenty of pauses for Bucky to check to make sure the coast was clear, the two of you headed outside. Sam was already in the jet, waiting on the two of you. 

“Steve and Nat are finishing up downloading the computer files, then they will join us. Come on Kid, I got a spot waiting for you.” 

“She had her head hit pretty badly” Bucky stated as you two followed Sam inside, going to sit you down, a wave of nausea threatened to upchuck whatever breakfast was, which what was that again? Oh yea, bowl of Wheaties, you remarking to Steve and Bucky this morning across the table. 

“Breakfast of Champs!” You werent exactly feeling like a champ right now. 

Sam looked you over to, prying one eyelid open, then the other. “I think shes going to be okay, but once we reach the compound we will be able to take a closer look.” Bucky settled in beside you and you pried them open once more. 

“Thanks for coming for me.” 

It was this moment Steve and Natasha returned, Steve snapping past you without acknowledging you at the moment. “Get us home Sam” his voice clipped, and Natasha plopped down next to you, her eyes brimming with worry. “Hey, we win some, we loose some right? You also got a hard head, I know.” She teased, having sparred and tumbled with you plenty of times. Steve stayed up at the front with Sam for the moment, but once he was sure you were okay, back home, you were most likely gonna get one of the famous Cap speeches youve seen him dish out to other agents. For now you were content to lay your head on Buckys shoulder, his hand resting against his knee, palm up. Without hesitating, you weave your fingers with his and he gives them a gentle squeeze. It might amaze others just how gentle he could be with that vibranium limb of his. Not you though. 

When the jet lands, you walk off, much more in control then before, but Bucky still hovers nearby and follows you into the medic bay. Quickly your head is checked over, a flashlight shining in your eyes, follow the finger, clean up the scrapes and blood. “Your gonna be dizzy for a few days, so nothing strenuous.” 

In this moment, you were okay with that. 

Steve came in, his demeanor still snapping in anger, but a touch calmer then before. He glanced at the medic and asked “Please, give us a few moments Ma’am, then you can have your patient back.” Bucky moved to take over bandaging the rest of you up as the medic left the room to the three of you. 

He looked at you, hands moving to rest against his hips as he seemed to asses you. “I heard your okay, Y/N. Good, you gave your team quite a scare.” You did have the audacity to look a bit sheepish, but felt the need to defend your actions. “I know, I honestly thought I had him.” 

“Thought, not good enough. Your still fairly new to the team...” This caused a look from you while Bucky patched up the back of your head as best he could. “So I think a bit more team building practices are in order Y/N. Until then, field work is off the table.” 

“What? Steve, come on.” You go to push Bucky back so you can stand up, but hes firm, firmer then you can give him credit for. “It was one mistake, I made a bad call.” 

“Yea, could have gotten you killed. Your always trying to think solo and you just cant. Were a team Y/N. We work together. Ive already made the decision.” 

You kinda gape as Steve turns to leave, fuming. You swear your heads going to blow like in those old bugs bunny cartoons where it goes off like a train whistle. “That son of a bitch just benched me. BENCHED ME!” This time you manage to move to a stand, about to storm off after Steve, but Bucky caught your arm and sat your ass back down. 

“Youve got to calm down before I can fix you up, Okay?” Bucky said calmly as he works diligently. His hands just as gentle as ever, you can barely even tell hes doing anything. You stay as still as you can, fighting back frustrated tears at the Captain benching you like this. Your tired and sore, your reaction just adding to your already bad day. “It was one mistake, one. I just hate always being told to go back to the jet when I could be helping you guys out. It was a bad call on my part, but fuck... I just wanted to be useful. I cant believe how bad this has turned into.” 

Bucky is silent for a moment before he pulls back and studies your face momentarily, and sighs. “Listen, I will talk to Steve, okay? Right now hes just being a dick. He will give everyone else crap about not following orders, but damned if he does.” You wipe at your face to get rid of the frustrated tears build up and arched your brows, hopeful. 

“You would really do that Bucky? If he says yes, I promise I wont mess up again.” 

“Course I would, and let me tell you, Steve wouldnt have listened either.” He went to pick up the tools and waste sitting on the table nearby, and scrubbed his hands clean. “Let him just cool off, hes probably speaking in worry as well Y/N. He doesnt always show it, but your just as much family as the rest of us.” 

Tentatively you go to stand, touching the bandages he finished securing gently and wincing. Without even asking he held out some aspirin that you popped immediately. “How about we go crash on the couch? You still owe me live commentary on that second little people going to drop some jewelry in a fiery hole movie. What was it again?”

This caused you to laugh. “The Twin Towers? Sounds good Bucky” 

@what-is-your-plan-today​ @official-and-unstable-satan​ @p8tn0lish​ 

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[iwritesickfic]

1/2 Aaaaah I’ve fallen quickly in love with your writing, I love your style. A couple of prompts, since you asked for them: Peter thinks he’s recovering from a bad illness- genuinely so fed up of being ill that at this point he’s willing to pretend to himself and everyone else he’s feeling better. Meanwhile he’s still staying up late working, and one day he gets stuck in the rain on the way from class and needs some help... and Ashlyn is closest...

First, thank you!!!!!! Second, this is long as hell and I also got sucked into the DRAMA of it all so I hope you still enjoy it :) might write a second part if we’re feeling it? anyway, enjoy and thanks for the kind words and prompts :)

It seems like it’s been forever since Peter hasn’t felt like shit. It’s like his body is trying to make up for all the years he spent avoiding every cold and flu that went around. He has to admit though, the main reason he’s still ill is because he won’t really give himself the time to fully recover. As soon as he’s feeling halfway decent, he dives back into life as normal - which for him, is 6 hours sleep and living on coffee - and within a week he’s back to being practically bedridden.

Leo is fed up with it. Big time. At least that’s what Peter’s gathered. Leo’s never said as much, but Peter figures he must be getting tired of it by now. So much that Peter’s stopped telling him how he’s feeling. At first it was just lying by omission. Now it’s lying-lying.

Today, everything’s concentrated in his head. His sinuses are throbbing, and his eyes hurt to move. He’s been swapping between chills and feeling too hot all day, and he’s pretty sure everyone in his lecture class hates his guts for his constant sniffling. He ran out of tissues about an hour into the six hour course, so he’s stuck wiping his nose with the crumpled leftovers and the few napkins he finds in a pocket of his bag.

By the time there’s only an hour left in class, he’s lost all ability to absorb anything the professor is saying. He’s shaking so badly he can’t take notes even if he wanted to. He’s considered leaving early, but to be honest, he’d rather put off his walk to the train as long as possible. He decides when he gets home, he’s chugging some nyquil, taking a cold shower, and going the fuck to sleep. He’s got a date with Leo tonight but he’ll need to make some excuse.

When the professor finally ends the class, he gets a rush of dopamine at the thought he’s only a 15 minute walk and a 30 minute train ride from some relief.

He stares at his phone, trying to think of something to tell Leo.

something came up, can i see you thursday?

Leo texts back almost immediately.

we already rescheduled twice are you sure you cant make it?

Peter bites his lip.

it’s a thesis thing. im sorry i promise thursday night.

He starts to pack his bag, and his phone buzzes.

ok, good luck love x

He pushes down the wave of guilt he feels and slings his bag over his shoulder. His heart drops into his stomach when he gets to the building’s lobby. It’s raining. Really raining, not just drizzling, but pouring. He swears, and sits down on one of the benches. He can wait.

Ten minutes later, the rain still hasn’t let up, and he knows if he doesn’t get up now he’s going to end up asleep on this bench whether he likes it or not. When he stands, the world starts to spin, and he has to bite back a whine at the way his headache worsens.

He pulls his hood on, even though it won’t make much of a difference, and takes a step outside. It’s not even five minutes before he’s soaked. At first, the rain almost felt nice on his fevered skin, but now he’s freezing. The cold’s worsened the way his nose is running, there’s mess all over his upper lip, and he can’t stop sneezing. His hair is stuck to his forehead, water gathered in his eyelashes. It’s another five minutes before he realizes he’s not getting to the train. His knees give out, and he has to catch himself against a bus shelter. He manages to make it to the bench inside, and sinks down, hyperventilating. He looks around aimlessly, hoping something will catch his eye and give him some semblance of a plan. And it does.

He’s on 110th and Amsterdam. That’s a block from Ashlynn’s apartment. Less than a block. He stands up, waiting for the world to stop spinning before making an attempt to walk. He tries not to think about the cold, or the way he can’t feel his toes, or the pounding in his head. Just focuses on one foot in front of the other.

He finds himself at her building. He presses her buzzer with shaking fingers, praying she’s home. He doesn’t have to wait even 30 seconds before the lobby door opens.

he steps inside, unable to hold back the heavy sigh of relief at the sudden warmth. He stands there for a moment, swaying slightly, before making his way to the elevator. Somehow, he finds himself at her door, and knocks. he hears her footsteps padding closer and closer before she’s standing right there, in front of him.

“Peter?” she looks puzzled until the world starts to tilt and he grips the doorframe to stay upright. “Whoa, hey, are you alright?” He opens his mouth to speak but three harsh sneezes come out instead, and he buries them into the wet sleeve of his hoodie. “Ok, c’mere.” She pulls him inside, and before he really knows what’s going on, he’s sitting at her kitchen table.

“S’raining,” he mumbles, and she hums in response.”M’cold.”

“I can tell. Here -” She starts to strip off his hoodie, which is totally soaked through. His shivering worsens, and she palms his forehead. “Shit, Peter.” She takes the hem of his t shirt and hesitates. “Can I...?” He nods, and she peels it off. She unties his sneakers and pulls off his socks, then bites her lip. “I can grab you a pair of my roommate’s sweatpants and you can change in the bathroom, yeah?” He shakes his head. There is no way he’s walking anywhere right now. She goes red. “You want me to...”

“M’gonna pass out if I try to stand up, Ash.”

Carefully, she unbuttons his jeans, tugging them off until he’s sitting in his underwear. She disappears for a moment before coming back with a towel, and wraps it around his shoulders. She places a box of tissues on his lap, and sits down in the chair across from him.

“What’s going on?”

“M’sick.” She laughs softly. Peter gingerly starts to wipe his nose, wincing at the raw, chapped soreness. He blows, and a spike of pain hits him between the eyes.

“Yeah, I can tell. Why were you -”

“Walking home from class,” he mumbles, and she nods. She stands up, and reappears with a thermometer. “Can we not?”

“If you wanna stay here then you’re gonna have to let me baby you,” she says, and if it didn’t hurt so bad he’d roll his eyes. He lets her stick the device under his tongue, and while she’s waiting for the reading she starts heating up water for tea. The thermometer beeps and she removes it gently. She frowns.

“What?” She takes a deep breath.

“It’s high, that’s all.” He raises his eyebrows at her. “102.2.”

“Not so bad,” he murmurs. He’s struggling to keep his eyes open. Sitting here in the warmth of the kitchen his body is finally deciding it’s had enough. The sudden warmth is also making his nose run. He sniffles.

“I’m not even gonna comment on that. C’mon, you can lay down on the couch. I’d offer you my bed but I don’t think you’ll make it that far to be honest.” He nods, and she pulls him upright. He manages to make it the few feet to the couch, and lands heavily. She swaps the towel for a blanket, and he’s never felt something better than the way it feels on his freezing, damp skin. Dry and warm and heavy. He curls up on his side, holding a tissue under his still-leaking nose, and he doesn’t last 30 seconds before falling asleep.

He’s awakened suddenly by the harsh ring of his cell phone. His headache is worse, despite the rest, and though his nose has stopped running it seems, his head is fully, hopelessly congested. He digs through his bag to find his phone, and frowns when he sees it’s Leo. He considers letting the call go to voicemail, but that’s before he sees the 5 previous missed calls.

“Hello?” He hates the way his voice sounds - sick and congested and torn up.

“Peter, what the fuck is going on?”

“I’m uh...I’m home working on thesis.” It takes him a moment to remember his lie from earlier.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Why then do I see a photo of you, shirtless, on Ashlynn’s couch?” Peter knows immediately that he has fucked up, big time. “Do I really need to explain to you why that makes me upset?”

“Leo -”

“You better have a good fucking explanation for this.” Maybe it’s the fever, maybe it’s the fact he hasn’t seen Leo in weeks, or maybe it’s the build up of all the guilt he’s felt lying to him, but Peter feels tears start to fall. He breaks into sobs, and they make his headache exponentially worse.

“Leo, p-please, I -” He can barely speak around his tears. “Please don’t be mad.”

“Mad at you for what?” His voice is cold. “Tell me. I want to hear you tell me.”

“It’s...it’s not -”

“Tell me, Peter.”

“I didn’t want...I didn’t want you to be mad at me.” His fevered brain can’t quite string together the right words.

“How would...” He trails off. “How would sleeping with Ashlynn not make me mad?”

“I didn’t - we...it wasn’t...I know you’re tired of taking care of me, so -”

“What?” Leo’s tone has shifted.

“I know you’re sick of me being sick, so I was gonna just go home and sleep and then it was raining, and I was so fucking dizzy, and I was on 110th street -”

“Wait. Stop. Let me get this straight. You’re ill?”

“Yeah,” he says, and the guilt is absolutely eating him up. “I didn’t want to bother -”

“Love, why would that be bothering me?” Leo sounds almost sad.

“You-you’re so busy, and -”

“Peter, I don’t know what kind of miscommunication happened here but I’m not...I wouldn’t be bothered if I knew you weren’t feeling well. I mean, I’d be upset but just because I don’t want you to feel bad. I wouldn’t be mad at you or angry with you or something like that. Why would you have that idea?”

“I’d hate me if I was you,” he chokes out, and Leo sighs.

“Peter...Look, can I come get you?”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know that, that’s not why I asked.” He pauses. “Where’s Ashlynn?”

That’s a good question. Peter isn’t sure. At class, maybe?

“Not uh...not here.”

“Ok, I’m gonna call you back. I love you, ok?”

“Mmhm. Love you too.”

“Ok, just relax. Everything’s alright. Hang tight.”

“Ok.”

#my writing #oc peter #oc leo #snz #sickfic

[starryknightace]

I had Top Surgery! (Post Op 1 1/2 Weeks pics)

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Suprise! I had top surgery almost 2 weeks ago. It was a bit of a process to get to that point and i was literally counting down the hours til i went under. I kept joking to people i was most excited about my "induced 4 hour nap" more than anything. I got to my day surgery clinic early in the morning, to which i got changed into scrubs, was told to wait under a blanket to keep my body warm, and met with the nurse, anesthetist and my surgeon for pre op discussions. Then i was escorted into the operation theatre where i hopped on the table, got nice and comfy with blankets, tubes, oxygen mask annnnddd.... woke up 4 hours later forgetting i had surgery 🤣

I did this in my last surgery (which in comparission was more terrifying cause i had blood in my mouth and couldnt remember what happened to me), but i woke up and couldn't work out where i was, why i felt so dizzy and how i got clothed 🤣 i spent about 2 hours in the recovery room sat in a recliner chair dozing off, except to eat (cause i had been fasting prior) and drink. I did try to pee but couldn't which was frustrating 😅 then i was taken home, where i promptly went to sleep lol

I had my drains in for 72 hours and they were the worst part of recovery. I carried bottles in a pillow case and they had be be positioned lower than my chest at all times. Luckily i wasn't able to move much and while i was on strong pain medication i mainly slept. I had my mum stay with me for a week and i'm thankful she did cause she really saved my butt by doing everything for me (i really had to let go of my control which was weirdly hard, i just felt bad making her do things for me but she was happy to). The drains were uncomfortable and by the morning there were to be taken out i was really hurting where they were inserted. After they were taken out it was a blessing and recovery got A LOT easier. I had shallow baths every few days and my mum helped me was my hair. I had baby wipes for my armpits and chest area which again saved me from being stinky. I still mainly slept, or watched tv shows with my mum up until she left. She prepped me a LOT of meals before she left so i wouldn't have to cook.

Sleeping on my back was probably the most uncomfortable part (after the drains), because i'm a stomach sleeper. I have been managing to sleep though which has been nice (and Maple has been good, sleeping beside me all through the night!). I've been sleeping elevated to help with swelling. I actually got told off by my nurse while doing my week post op check up cause i was still doing too much. I went to Uni for a 6 hour workshop that day too and went to a costume showcase that night. Safe to safe i was exhausted the next day and didnt do much but sleep.

So i'm still quite swollen and bruised 1 1/2 weeks in, which will eventually settle down. my nipples seem to be taking well so crossing fingers the blood returns. I was worried about puckering but being able to closely examine my chest it's due to the swelling at the moment so hopefully that goes down too.

All in all i can't stop smiling at my chest - i finally feel like myself 😁

Some tips for those looking to have Top Surgery based on my experience:

MEDICINE

I have a high pain threshold - i was willing to go to uni a week post op because i could stand to - would recommend people booking off at LEAST 3 weeks prior to work/study if you can help it. I have only one class per week at the moment and its only theory so thats why i was able to travel and even then i was taken pain killers ever 4 hours.

In my mother's words "don't be a hero, if you need to take pain relief, do it". Best advice. I've weened myself off pain killers to 2 just before bed (panadine forte), or before i need to go out and do things (genral paracetamol). If you need to take more just do it - also write down when you've taken things (because its good to know how much you've had per day!) You can take iburofen and paracetamol intermittedly in 4 hour intervals (eg. Iburofen at 12pm, paracetamol at 2pm, another dose of iburofen at 4pm, etc).

You'll also be taking antibiotics - generally 3 times a day with meals. I also took probiotics 2 hours after taking my antibiotics to avoid the sideaffects of them (eg. Mouth Ulcers (which i did get dang it), thrush, etc).

I was also taking strong pain killers (for the first few days i took 2 every 4 hours then weened down to one per night). Be careful with strong pain killers - the thing doctors/people don't tend to mention is that they can be addictive/dependent drugs. Sometimes you would prefer to keep taking them and that can be an issue. I asked my surgeon at my 1 week if i could please get one more script of something a little stronger than paracetamol to take a night and it took a bit more of a discussion to get it. If you can try to get by on the paracetamol alone do so and remember you can alternate with iburofen every two hours.

WEIRD BOWELS

With all these medications you'll more than likely get constipated so adding to the list of medications i also took good ol' laxatives. The first poop after surgery was like 3 days later and it hurt 😅 the laxatives helped me after to soften my stools (cheat mode is when you're lactose intolerent and you eat a bunch of cheesecake whoops 😅). Also peeing was weird for the first week due to the anesthestics in me. It took me ages to pee, sometimes i had the feeling of needing to pee but nothing happened, and i was peeing like, every hour.

SUPPORT

Both in furniture sense and people sense.

My mum was my main support especially in the first week. She looked after me, my house and my cat. She grabbed things i couldn't access, drove me to my appointments, managed my medicine, cooked me food and generally just helped me around the place. Originally i only wanted her there for a few days but im glad she was there cause i was sore and out of it most of the time. Alongside her my two best friends were also a massive help - coming over to keep me company, drive me places, help me do my grocery shopping, tell me off for overdoing it, gave me plenty of entertainment (thanks to katie i finished wind waker!). Get yourself some support and let go of that control, you will honestly be too tired and sore to do anything anyway.

Make sure you get yourself some comfy pillows. I got myself a U shaped pillow and it has so far saved my neck so much pain. I sleep elevated which means more pillows to prop myself up. And pillows for my couch.

WASHING

So for the first 72 hours i was just a gross gremlin with dry shampoo because of the drains. My chest was covered in bandages so i couldn't wash that area anyway. After the drains were removed i was told i could have showers, but i opted for shallow bathes anyway. I was able to wash myself fine (just go slow), then i would put pants on and get my mum to help wash my hair. After my 1 week check up i started having showers, but stood out of the stream. I only have tape to cover my stitches now (i took them off for the photo) so am able to carefully wash parts of my chest and back i couldnt get to before. I can now wash my hair (slowly). Raising my arms is still not easily fesable but i can lift them to a certain point.

EMOTIONAL

Now, i wasn't as emotional as i thought i was going to be but i do know other trans guys who said they went through bouts of depression after their surgery. Its something to look out for. For me, it was emotionally draining to talk to people about it constantly. I didn't mind though and it was nice people checked up on me but it did wear me out. Its always good though to check in with your emotional state throughout to see how youre feeling. It's not an inmediate grattification, the swelling and bruising is a lot and it won't look right for a while. Also leading up to surgery people can feel fearful and doubtful, always chat to a loved one about your feelings! Personally i had no nerves leading up to surgery but afterwards i was constantly worried that i wasn't healing right. Talking to your surgeon will HELP trust me!

SCARRING

Ok this was a big shock to me so i hope this helps other people but scar medication/ointments don't actually work. I asked my surgeon about it and as a skin professional who has been studying the effects of scarring for over 40 years - this is a beauty scam you don't need to bite into.

"Time and your genetic biology are the only ways that help your scars heal, sorry to burst your bubble but save your money on that placebo".

Looking after yourself the first few months post op will help you get good results later.

Of course i understand if people will still want to buy scarring products but thought i would post the words of a professional too 😅 don't shoot the messenger on this one. And if you do decide to use the stuff then wait 6 months before doing so.

I think that's all i can think of at the moment. There's a really good private facebook group for top surgery and i got a lot of my info from there. If people are curious feel free to DM me, send me an inbox and i'd be happy to chat as best i can! My experience is based in Australia so people might have different expectations/experiences in different countries!

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#top surgery #ftm #transition #transgender #mascetomy #surgery #post surgery #gender transformation #gts #gender transformation surgery #tumblr dont shoot me there are no nip nops and no mentions of milk sacts flesh #long post #long read #under the cut #double mascetomy #double incision

[shadedrose01]

Just Breathe

Ship: none, platonic (paternal) relationship between Harley Keener and Tony Stark

Summary: Harley has a panic attack, Tony helps

Tags: none (not posted on ao3)

Author note: this was a story that I originally wrote for febufluff day 7, "hugs" before realizing that it neither had hugs, nor was it very fluffy, like at all. I didnt want to just scrap it, so I figured I'd post it here. I am going to write another story for day 7 of febufluff, but it'll just come out a bit later 🤷‍♀️🤣

TRIGGER WARNING: This story is all about Harley having a panic attack due to his bullies finding out he is gay, and threatening to tell his school about it (aka being homophobic assholes). I describe the panic attack in detail, so if that's not your speed, DO NOT READ. Be safe, please, I love you all ❤

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Click, click, click-

Harley clicks his pen unconsciously, his leg bunching up and down repeatedly, staring down at his paper with squinted eyes, hoping, begging his mind to focus on the homework.

Click, click, click-

Its math homework, Harley is good at math, he has always been good at math, so why cant he just focus? Why cant he just finish the problem?

Click, click, click-

The question muddles in front of him again, and Harley begs himself not to think about it, tries his hardest to focus, focus, focus! but his cries go unheard, the memory swarming into the forefront of his thoughts once more.

The note on his desk, telling him to be behind the school after class. The walk there, where Harley's curiosity had beat out his fear (such a stupid decision, he should have just left, should have just gone home-). The anticipation, leaning against the old, dirty brick, just waiting, waiting, watching and waiting. The group that had shown up, a bunch of bullies from his school, had surrounded him, pushed him up against that very same brick and held him there like pray, grins smug and eyes glistening, eyes knowing.

They knew his secret, they said, his secret that he was trying to hide for days, for months, for forever, trying to bury as deep into himself as he possibly could. Had said that they had caught him a few days, at the movies, with a kid from out of town, a boy from out of town. Had said that they saw them kiss, had said that they knew, knew who he really was, what he really was, had called him vulgar words, names and curses and swears, had beat him into the ground then and there, and walked away laughing.

They told him that they were telling the entire school. They were going to tell the school about his- his feelings, his sexuality, and- and everybody would hate him, hate his guts for something he couldn't control, can't control, had tried to control for so long, for so so long, and then- then the school was going to tell his mother, and his mother would hate him too, abandon him just like his father had, and Abbie would hate him, leave him too. He'd be all alone, all alone and nobody would care about him, nobody would miss him, nobody would want him and- and-

And he can't breathe.

Oh god, he can't breathe.

Harley tries to take a deep breath in, but all he can manage is a shallow gasp, his lungs feeling as if two vice grips are squeezing them on the highest setting, not allowing them to expand and contract, not allowing air to flow freely, not allowing him to breathe. He keeps trying, his faint gasps getting louder and louder, harder and harder to do, his heart beat drumming in his ears, fast and quick, and he's shaking, shaking like a leaf, and he cant stop, cant breath, his chest aches, his heart aches and oh god, he's dying, he's dying, he's going to die out here, in his garage, all by himself, all alone, his mother working and his sister with her friends, all alone, all alone-

He needs to call someone. He needs to- to-

Harley scrambles for his phone, placed beside the sheets of paper that are slowly blurring together as tears fill his eyes, and he tries multiple times to open it, failing, failing, failing every time, -nobody's going to know, he's dying, he can't- until finally, finally it opens, and he clicks on his contacts list, scrolls to the M's, and presses call, holding it up to his ear.

His other hand as made its way to his chest, having a death grip on his shirt as his chest continues to get tighter and tighter, the air feeling thicker and thicker, the room blurring and spinning and he wont make it, he wont make it until-

"Harley? Harley, I need you to breathe, kid." Its faint, Tony's staticky voice barely heard over the blood rushing in his ears, but it's there, and Harley clings to it like a lifeline (it is, it is a lifeline, his only chance at surviving-).

"I- I dont- I cant-" Harley wheezes, curling into himself, resting his head in between his knees and squeezing his eyes shut, hoping it'll help his rapidly increasing dizziness, hoping it'll stop the room from spinning so damn much, hoping it'll stop his world from collapsing on top of him like it is right now, god, please, have mercy-

Tony breaks through the white noise again, his tone softer than Harleys ever heard it, but strong, urgent. "You can, kid. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you can. You gotta try for me, okay?"

Harley just shakes his head, even though he knows Tony cant see it, his body trembling again as adrenaline rushes through his veins. "I'm dying, I'm- I- oh god I'm dying-"

"You aren't dying, Harls, I promise you, you aren't. You're having a panic attack." Harley doesnt respond to that, just sobbing in between his wheezing because he's dying, he knows he is, he can feel it, he's- "Kid, you're going to pass out if you don't breathe, so I need you to listen to me okay? I want you to breathe in for 4 seconds, hold it for 7 and then breath out for 8, you think you can do that for me?"

Harley doesnt, he doesnt think he can do it, but hes gotta- he's gotta try something, anything, he can't just go down without a fight, without giving it a shot. "O-O-O-Okay."

"Okay, follow me, okay? Inhale, one, two three, four-" He hears Tony take a deep breath, and tries to as well, shuttering with a sob as his lungs refuse to expand, refuse to listen, stopping his inhale after two, "Its okay, kiddo, you're doing good, now hold it for me, seven seconds, you got this." Harley tries again, holding his breath even as his body spasms, screaming at him to keep breathing, keep breathing, there isn't enough air, need more air, need- "and release for eight seconds," The air forces it's way out of Harleys lung in one loud push, and he immediately gasps again as soon as his lungs are empty. He expects Tony to be mad at him (he'll be mad at him, hate him just like his mom will, the school will-) , but the older man just keeps reassuring him gently, calmly, soothing Harleys worries. "There you go, bud, see? You got this, you can do this. Let's do that a few more times now, okay?"

They repeat the motion over and over again, and to Harleys surprise, after a while, the inhales start to get easier, his lungs start to open up again, relaxing and stretching again, and his heart starts to slow back to it's normal rate. He's still shaking, but its mostly aftershocks now, the last bits of the adrenaline rush draining out of his body. But now that he's calming down and he doesnt feel like he's dying, he can feel the shame and the horror start to creep it's way in, embarassment flushing his cheeks. "I-Im sorry." He whispers out shakily, running his free hand through his hand before holding it tightly, yanking at it slightly.

"Don't apologize for this, Harley, please." The man sounds tired, in more of a physically/mentally exhausted kind of way over an 'I'm annoyed and hate you' kind of way. Harley still feels a tinge of guilt though. "Are you feeling better now?"

He swallows, his throat dry and sore from heaving in and out breaths. "Yeah, yeah I think so. Thanks."

Theres a pause, a moment of awkward, long and uncomfortable silence that Harley isnt sure how to break, isn't sure he really wants know, until the question he was anxiously dreading breaks it anyways. "Kid..." Tony sighs quietly, "I know we dont normally... do this, the whole having emotional talks about our problems thing, but-" he pauses again, thinking his words through. "...do you want to talk about it?"

Harley grits his teeth, before deflecting. "Talk about what?"

"Harley." The man's tone turns stern, but still soft, still gentle, like Harley's a fragile ceramic plate placed at the end of a shelve, one from blow of wind away from falling and shattering. Then, randomly, he speaks up again, his voice sounding more defeated, resigned, "Look, bud, I cant force you to say anything, but I know from experience that talking about it can help sometimes."

Harley sighs, knowing he isn't going to get out of this, no matter how much he wants to (or, how much he thinks he wants to, even if theres some small part in the back of his brain calling out to him, longing for him to tell Tony everything, no matter the inevitable consequences-). He just shrugs, scuff his foot against the cement ground of his garage, mumbling out. "I don't know what to say, where to start..."

"That's okay. Just say something. Starting is always the hardest part."

Harley snorts, trying to lighten the mood one last time. "Since when did you become a therapist?"

"Since I started going to one." Tony deadpans, a tiny light of amusement ringing in his tone before it disappears again, back to serious. "You can tell me anything, Harley. No judgement, okay, maybe a little bit of judgement depending, but no everlasting grudges, I promise."

Harley chuckles lightly, his back of his eyes burning suddenly, randomly, a flash of warmth flowing through him. Because even with all of his self deprecating thoughts, even with all his anxiety, the one thing Harley knows about Tony Stark is that he always keeps his promises, no matter what it costs to do so.

And so, Harley tells him. Tells him his truth, shakily, nervously, painstakingly slow and fearful, only to be told instantly that it's okay, that he is okay, that it doesn't change anything. Tells him about the boys at his school, about their attack, about their plans with a few split tears and a sob or two. Tells him about how afraid he really is, about how he doesnt know how anyone will react, if his friends will leave him or not, if his family will still love him after it all. And Tony reassures him the whole time, backs him up through it all, telling him it'll all be okay, that even if the school finds out and it becomes a big deal, that it'll blow over in a few weeks, and if it doesnt, that high school is just the first part and a small portion of a longer, bigger life. Telling him that if his friends leave, that they arent truly his friends, and that he knows that his mom, his sister will love him no matter what. "Theres only a few things I know about Macy Keener, but I do know for a fact that she loves her son to death, and couldnt even imagine her life without him in it." (That caused a few more tears to be shed).

And after it's all said and done, the call ended and "The Mechanic" is shining back at him in big white letters, Harley starts back to work on his math assignment with a grin on his face, feeling lighter, better than he has in a long time.

#febufluff fail #oopsies #angst #panic attack #anxiety #homophobia #harley keener #tony stark #irondad #fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfiction #mcu

[sunyoonandstars]

In Between (BTS series) || Chapter 5

This one is based on a request made by the lovely @im-cxnfused. I hope it manages to meet your expectations! 💜

I got very inspired by this request, so it actually turned into a series which I’ll try to update as frequently as possible.

This is Chapter 5 of the (currently) ongoing series formerly known as “BTS Imagine 5: Namjoon cheating on you & you getting revenge”

I hope you all manage to find the series and its remaining chapters despite the change of name!🙏🏻

Thank you for reading 💜 and sticking to this series! It’s much appreciated! Also, feedback is always welcome, in case you didn’t know.

Enjoy!

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Chapter Index - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.1, 9.2

Synopsis

You and Namjoon are in a committed relationship. Or so you had thought. When you catch him cheating, however, you decide to take revenge in a way equally brutal. But soon the events take an unforeseen turn, leaving you torn …

Pairing: You x Namjoon, You x Jimin

angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, occasional hints of smut

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Chapter 5 || Back To Life

Three weeks ago …

You didn’t think much of it, not having the faintest idea of the kind of effect it would have on you as you leaned over to Jimin, abandoning yourself to a spontaneous impulse, putting yours to his full, soft lips for the first time since your paths had crossed over three years ago. However, the moment they meet in a tender kiss, you can feel a strange sensation shoot through every fiber of your being, its intensity, almost painful, sending shivers down your spine. An indescribable mixture of pleasant shock, desperate longing and pure joy, going through your body like electric shocks, reviving your dormant spirits. You feel. You feel again. Him. Jimin. Like you’ve never felt him before. And you want more. You can feel Jimin freeze under your touch. As you open your eyes to look at him, his are wide with astonishment and question. Only now becoming entirely aware of what your body is doing, you pause in your movements, your lips still resting on his. „What the hell, Y/N!?“ Gasping, Jimin pushes you back, off of him, a little too hard in his surprise, causing you to almost fall off the sofa, in the very nick of time, though, reaching out to catch you by your arm, immediate guilt overshadowing his smooth features. You simply stare at him, unable to move, startled by his unexpected, violent and, as you can’t help but admit to yourself, hurtful reaction. „I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to — But — Seriously, what the hell!?“ A sudden noise brings the two of you back to your senses, making you once again aware of the fact that you are not alone in the living room. Contritely, Jimin takes a quick glance over his shoulder at Namjoon who is still sitting in his armchair, only a few feet away, pretending to read something on his phone while repeatedly, ostentatiously clearing his throat. „What was that, Y/N? What exactly were you trying to do there?“, Jimin continues to inquire, lowering his voice to a husky whisper. „Wasn’t it obvious?“, you snap at him, shaking off Jimin’s hand that is still clutched around your shoulder to jump to your feet, turn around and head for the door, feeling tears well up in your eyes. Yeah, Y/N, what were you trying to do? You don’t even know anymore. All you know is that your concerns about Namjoon and your lust for revenge have gone up in smoke, suddenly appearing minuscule in comparison to what you felt and did just now. Guilt, shame and confusion surge in hot, dizzying waves against your consciousness, shaking it to its very foundations, threatening to overwhelm you, drown you, pulling you under deeper and deeper. You neither know nor care were your feet are carrying you as you simply keep walking, your step unsteady, your vision blurred by unshed tears and your lungs contracting painfully, your breaths short and sharp. You can hear your own heartbeat ringing loudly in your ears and a familiar voice calling out your name, the latter sound faint as if originating from another world far, far away. You just kissed Jimin. You just kissed Jimin and ruined everything. Now you lost him, too. Now you’re alone. You kissedJimin. You hurt Jimin. You hurt him! You’re a monster. A monster. So your thoughts keep spinning, pinwheeling, on and on, faster and faster, their pace quickening with the rhythm of your erratic breathing.   Until the frigid night breeze finally pulls you back to reality. Confused, you stop cold in your step, frantically looking around, trying to identify familiar buildings or landmarks or really any point of reference. To no avail. Where are you? How did you get here? How did you even get outside? Turning on the spot, clutching your aching chest, lost in the dark, you can feel a strong dizzy spell overpower you, leading your tired legs to ultimately give out under the weight of your body, the pavement closing in by the second. A choked sob escaping your throat, you plummet to the ground, the coarse texture of the flagstone painfully digging into your bare knees. But the pain is a relief, really, finally enabling your tears to fall freely, your stifled sobs echoing throughout the silent night. So you stay, kneeling on the ground, hugging yourself to protect your body against the cold, shivering, crying uncontrollably. Until you feel two soft, warm hands cupping your face. You know who they belong to without even looking. „Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I reacted in the way I did. I never meant to hurt you. I’m just —  I thought — I was surprised, that’s all.“ Slowly, reluctantly, your lids flutter open. Blinking away tears, you look up at Jimin, his soft features shimmering unreally in the cold glow of the streetlights.   His eyes overflowing with genuine affection, he fondly smiles at you, nodding reassuringly. „Are you alright now, Y/N? Can you breathe again?“ You shrug your shoulders, unable to pay attention to your own body at the moment, all of it being taken up by Jimin and your newly awoken feelings for him which still send your head spinning. „Alright, let’s see“, he simply says, his tone calm, patient, while he slowly extends a hand in order to plant it on your chest. Involuntarily, you flinch, Jimin’s touch suddenly new and strange to you, his effect on your nervous system an entirely different one than it had been before your shared kiss. Questioningly, insecure, Jimin raises an eyebrow at you, his expression, however, growing softer again as soon as he realizes that you neither pull back nor push his hand away. „It seems your heart is beating and your lungs are working just fine young Miss“, he then states, disguising his voice to sound deeper, an impish grin playing on his plump lips. „What, are you a doctor now!?“, you scoff, your voice hoarse from crying, half laughing, while Jimin helps you back to your feet.   He just smiles sheepishly, his face, however, dropping as soon as his gaze brushes past your injured knees. „Y/N!? What happened? Did you fall? You fell, right!? You’re bleeding! Does it hurt?“ „Jimin, calm down! It’s nothing! They’re barely even scratched!“ Still shaking from the cold, you look down on your sore knees, streams of blood staining your bare skin. „It’s really not that bad, Jimin …“ But he already kneels down in front of you, indicating you to get on his back. „Come on, Y/N, hop on, I’ll give you a piggyback ride“. Eagerly smiling back at you, Jimin pats his shoulder, waiting. You can feel your cheeks flush hotly in the cold night air.   „No, Jimin-ah“, you whine, covering your face with your hands and taking a step backward. „That’s really not necessary. I can walk just fine. See?“ „I won’t take ‚no’ for an answer and you know me well enough to take me literally. Come on, Y/N. You must be tired and I’m sure your knees hurt.“ Actually, they do, now that he mentions it, and you feel like falling back to the ground any second, the fatigue resulting from your panic attack and nightly walk finally catching up with you. Still, the mere thought of being so physically close to Jimin right now is more than enough to make your heart race and your stomach twist. „Don’t be silly, Y/N. We’ve done this a hundred times already. Right now I don’t care about what just happened. I only want you to be safe and warm again. You look like you’re freezing.“ A concerned frown forming between his strong brows, Jimin now gets back up, eying you intently. „Yah, Y/N! Just look at you, shaking like a leaf!“, he raises his voice, his fair features all of a sudden distorted by rage. „What the hell got into you, leaving the house like that, only dressed in this excuse of a shirt and pajama shorts!? Do you have a death wish I should know of!?“ Ruefully, you shake your head, eyes fixed on your bare feet. The next thing you feel is a warm, heavy fabric being draped around your shoulders. „Here, that should be better“, Jimin whispers, more to himself, a pleased smile taking the place of his angered frown. After zipping the soft hoodie jacket around your slender figure, he looks you deep in the eye, still smiling, for what feels like an eternity without saying a single word, cupping your face with his hands again, his expression showing so much affection it almost hurts. „And now, get on my back, Y/N. Resistance is futile.“ Your cheeks burning, you nod your head and reluctantly do as he says, wrapping your legs around Jimin’s strong waist and your arms around his neck, nestling into the shape of his body, your chin resting on his shoulder. He lifts you up like it’s nothing and starts walking, headed for the dorm. „Are you comfortable back there, Y/N?“, he inquires after a while, obviously making an effort not to let show how heavily he’s breathing. „Perfectly comfortable“, you admit, to him and yourself. „This brings back memories. You haven’t carried me on your back in … years.“ You feel your throat tighten and Jimin’s shoulders tense under your weight. You shouldn’t have said that. „But I can walk by myself from here, really, Jimin. If I am too heavy, just put me back down already. It’s late and you have practice in a few hours, I don’t want to drain you of your precious energy. Besides, I’m getting blood all over your pretty shirt. Isn’t that the one Hobi got you just last week? It’s ruined now.“ „I don’t care about that, Y/N! It’s just a shirt!“, he simply replies, his tone unexpectedly gruff. „Alright, alright. Do as you please. But don’t complain tomorrow“, you try to joke and lighten the mood. Unsuccessfully as it seems. You can see Jimin clench his jaw. The same way he does whenever he sees you and Namjoon fight, whenever he sees you cry, whenever he is mad. Keeping it all in. Seconds pass in silence until you can’t take it any longer. „What did I say now? What did I do, Jimin!?“ „Nothing“, he scoffs. „That’s obviously a lie. If you have something to tell me, do it. Say it. I can handle whatever you throw my way. But don’t give me this passive-aggressive shit. I hate that and you know it. If you don’t really wanna carry me, put me down, don’t feel obligated. I never asked for it anyway.“ Shaking his head, he only chuckles dryly. This is getting too much. Struggling to free yourself from Jimin’s tight clutch around your thighs, to get off his back, you start wiggling around. In vain. He simply tightens his grip on you. „Jimin, put me down, for fuck’s sake! This is ridiculous!“ Finally, he sets you down at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the dorm’s entrance. You didn’t even notice you’d arrived already. Furious, you turn around to face Jimin, prepared to call him out on his behavior, freezing, however, at the sight of his expressionless features which are suddenly bare of any of the warmth and affection you are so used to. „I agree, Y/N. This isn’t right. What you did wasn’t right. You know full well what I’m talking about and I can’t keep on pretending that it doesn’t hurt. Because it hurts like crazy. And I don’t know if I can take it much longer. I never told you how hard it was, how hard it still is for me to be around you, to be there for you. To —“ „Then don’t!“, you cut him off, practically screaming now, paying no mind to who might hear you, Jimins honest words having stricken a nerve. „I never expected anything of you from that day on! I never asked for your help or protection! If it’s such a drag just leave me be!“ Your voice sounds shrill, strange to your own ears, seething with the same helpless rage and long-suppressed pain you can find in Jimin’s expression. „I can move out right now, if you’d feel more comfortable that way“, you continue. „I don’t have that much stuff at your place. I’ll just take a night bus home, if that’s what you want.“ You’re already about to head inside when he holds you back, his hand firmly grasping at your wrist. His mere touch lets you shiver. „Are you serious right now!? You don’t get it, Y/N, do you? I said it was hard. I never said I didn’t want to be there for you, to take care of you, to be around you, see you, even just hear your voice over the phone. I needed you, even, and I knew you needed me, too, so I put up with the way things had turned out to be. But it was still hard. And painful. To see you with Namjoon, so happy, so in love. I was glad you were doing great, of course. But it hurt nonetheless. And it took all my determination and self-control to not once act on those feelings I still had for you. They never changed and they never will. I firmly believe that. And I know you knew were aware of it all this time. You must have been. Everybody was. It must’ve been obvious, really. Still, you acted as if everything was fine, as if we were ‚just friends‘. And I went along with it, since the last thing I wanted was for you to be unhappy or hurt because of me. Also, I didn’t want to add to your pain in your current situation and make you uncomfortable, having offered you a safe place for now and intending to keep my promise. But lately it has just gotten too much. Seriously. I noticed, Y/N. I’m not stupid, you know. I noticed you were trying to make Namjoon jealous. You used me, and it felt like dying.“ Swallowing hard, you solely manage to stare at him, eyes burning, unable to move even an inch, lips apart, incapable of forming words in reply even though there is so much you want to say to him right now, so much your heart feels but you aren’t able to express. „Alright, I see ..“, Jimin finally whispers into the drowning silence occupying the space between you, pushing you further apart by the minute. Never before have you seen such hurt in his eyes. „I’m gonna go in first. When you’re done with it, just put the jacket on my bed. And of course you can stay tonight. You’re hurt and cold. I’m not a complete asshole. And I don’t hate you all of a sudden. Just — Ah, never mind.“ Slowly shaking his head, Jimin lets go of your wrist and proceeds to climb the stairs, his step the heavy step of resignation, while you remain frozen in place, helpless, your own body failing you in this defining moment. No. No!, you internally scream. You can’t let him leave like this. This can’t be it! Mustering all the strength still remaining in your tired body, you finally succeed in breaking free from your paralysis, your hand moving almost automatically as it reaches for Jimin’s. Instantly he stops his movements, only slowly turning around, eyes wide in shock and pain as if your touch had burned him. „Jimin —“, is all you manage to get out before your voice abandons you. Suddenly, inexplicably, and to your genuine surprise, Jimin’s gaze softens and he steps closer, his free hand reaching up to brush away the tears streaming down your face. You had no idea you were even crying. „I — I never — You —“ „Please, Y/N. Don’t say anything.“ He pauses, avoiding your glance. „Don’t say anything you don’t really mean. It will only make things worse.“ You can feel his words rip through your heart, leaving it aching, broken, the pain of it making it unbearable for you to breathe. Gasping for air, you clutch your chest, panic immediately showing on Jimin’s face, all his resentment towards you instantly forgotten. „What is it, Y/N? Can’t you breathe?“ Soundlessly, you shake your head, your lungs burning. „Okay. Come on, we’ll go inside. Just try and breathe, alright. In and out. In and out. Deep breaths.“ Unconscious of your actions you let him guide you inside. Only the hot water streaming down your still clothed body brings you back to your senses. When you open your eyes, you discover that you’re in the dorm’s bathroom, standing in the shower, not having the faintest notion how you got here. Jimin’s face is so close to yours you can feel his breath stroke your cheek, fear, and worry written all over it. „Can you hear me now, Y/N? Can you breathe again?“ Slowly you nod in agreement, taking a deep breath to prove it. „Good, good …“, Jimin sighs in relief, running a wet hand over his face, brushing back his hair, the other one still holding you upright by your shoulder. „I’m sorry, Jimin“, you start speaking as soon as you can trust your vocal cords again. He merely stares at you, his expression blank. „I know, my words are probably worth nothing, but I mean it when I say I am so, so very, deeply sorry for any pain I have ever inflicted on you“, you continue, your voice shaking, grateful the running water obscures your tears. „I never meant to do so. Honestly. You are one of the people most precious to me. Hell, maybe you are the person most precious to me! And what I did earlier — The kiss“, you almost choke on the word. „I didn’t do that just for fun, Jimin, and not to make Namjoon jealous. I did it because I felt like I had to. And it opened my eyes. It really did. Jimin, you brought me back to life! I spent the past few weeks as a breathing corpse. I killed myself, killed off all my emotions so I’d be able to keep going, to survive. I was empty, dead inside and I truly believed I’d never be able to feel again, to feel something good again. Until I kissed you.“ Uncertain, awaiting his reaction, you pause. But Jimin remains motionless, his glassy eyes quickly filling with tears, their expression a mystery to you, a puzzling mixture of hurt, affection, incredulity, and relief. „Jimin, will you be able to forgive me? I’m sorry if I went too far. I didn’t mean to reopen old wounds. We never talked about it but you were right. I actually could tell how hard you tried to put this, us behind you, and I believed you probably got over me long ago. I mean, it’s been years since you told me how you felt and I recklessly rejected you. I wasn’t ready for you back then. I was blind and clueless. I couldn’t grasp the full meaning of your words or my feelings for you back then. But I finally understood. I’m sorry it took me so long and I know it was wrong, in my selfishness keeping you by my side as a friend for the past three years and now acting on this idiotic impulse without realizing or considering the consequences, without realizing how deeply it would hurt you. I can’t stand the fact I caused you pain and I hate myself for it, I mean it. I am truly sorry,  Jimin, and even though I know my apology won’t redeem my actions, I really, really hope and wish you could somehow, someday forgive me. Because I can’t imagine my life without you. And I love you, in so, so many ways, more than just as a friend. I’m sorry I only realized that now. I’m sorry I’m too late.“ Your voice slowly trails off and you can do nothing but look at him, hopeful. Without a word, Jimin simply returns your gaze, his fierce yet overflowing with warmness, not once breaking eye contact while he takes a step towards you, into the shower, the hot water now encompassing both your bodies as he pulls you to his chest and into a tight, lingering embrace. „You’re not too late, Y/N“, he then whispers into the crook of your neck, one hand buried in your soaking wet hair, the other one still pressing your body against his as if he’d never want to let you go again. „I know it sounds cheesy, but I would’ve waited for you to the bitter end. I really would’ve had no choice.“ These words of his release something deep inside of you. Something that had been locked up there for years. It feels as if a weight is being lifted from your chest. Now you can’t hold back the sobs any longer. Sobs of relief and utter felicity rendering you a shivering, shaking mess, only held upright by Jimin’s strong arms. „It’s alright. I’m never gonna leave you, Y/N. Never. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.“ Now he breaks your embrace to bring just enough distance between the two of you to get a good look at your tear-streaked face. „You were right all these times you told me to get back out there, to try and date“, he says, his voice low and soft, the mere sound of it setting your chest on fire. „There are so many beautiful women out there who would gladly spend there lives with me. But their devotion would be meaningless to me. Because it’s you and only you who was capable of capturing my soul. It’s bound to yours now if I like it or not, and I’m afraid you’ll never let it go.“ You want to say something, do something, anything, to soothe the bittersweet agony seeping from the deep, dark wells of Jimin’s beautiful eyes as he voices this, his painful truth. However, you are powerless, petrified under his gaze. Minutes pass like this, the both of you lost in each other's eyes, unmoving, only the steady murmur of the water, still running, filling the quiet that had descended on the bathroom. Until you finally break the silence, your voice barely audible. „May I kiss you?“ Jimin’s expression merely changes, remaining unusually serious despite the softness in his gaze. „Only under one condition“, he finally relieves the fearful tension having increasingly built up in your chest with every other second of his silence. „Under the condition that it’s real this time, that you’re sure you really want this, me. I love you, Y/N, without question and you know that. But I’m not willing to be your toy anymore. This can only happen if you promise me one thing.“ He pauses, his body tensing slightly but unmistakably against yours. „You have to promise me, Y/N that, whatever was going on between you and Namjoon until now, is definitely over. That your heart is free for me. Because I will no longer be satisfied by only having one piece of you to cling onto. I want the whole of you or nothing at all. The alternative and the uncertainty it entails would be too painful. I can’t take any more of that.“ Both surprised and deeply touched by the maturity of his words, you nod your head without hesitation, over and over again, even though your burning heart calls you a liar. „Yes, yes, Jimin! I can promise you that! Namjoon has lost me. What he did is unforgivable and whatever we had was probably over long before he hurt me the way he did. He has no place in my heart anymore. I promise. I promise.“ His glassy eyes smiling, Jimin lets out a sigh of relief, bowing down to rest his forehead against yours. „And you mean it? You really mean it, Y/N?“, he asks, his tone still resonating with painful insecurity. „Yes, I mean it, Park Jimin. I really, truly mean it.“ You can feel your heart twitch as you say these words, breaking into two fragile halves beating out of sync. One for him, Jimin, one for the other man still inhabiting it. But, no. No. There is no room for Namjoon anymore. This is real. You desperately want it to be real. No more. No more games. No more uncertainties. „I’m all in“, you whisper, your lips finding Jimin’s all by themselves, joining them gently in a slow, soft kiss, which is unhesitatingly reciprocated by him and quickly grows deeper, heated, more passionate. Its intensity indulges your senses, leaving you breathless, longing, your body pressed close to his, following deep-rooted instincts. But this kiss is so much more than just an act of lust or a consequence of mere physical attraction. It stirs something inside of you. Your innermost feelings, dreams, and desires. It stirs your soul. And you long or nothing more at this moment than to feel his, too. Jimin’s soul, his body, his everything. Your and Jimin’s lips only ever parting shortly to gasp for air, your hands start working naturally, almost automatically, relieving Jimin of his wet shirt, sticking to his toned torso like a second skin, while his carefully strip you of his jacket, your pajama top and finally your lacy bra until you stand opposite each other almost entirely undressed. Slowly, ardently, yet overflowing with obvious affection and admiration, his hungry eyes trace down your bare chest, even his sole gaze upon your exposed skin sending hot and cold shivers down your spine. „Y/N, you’re so beautiful“, Jimin then whispers, incredulously shaking his head, his hands slowly, hesitantly reaching out to touch you, his questioning gaze awaiting your approval. Smiling, biting your lip, you nod, almost coming undone under his hands, hardly stifling a moan as his fingers softly cup your breasts. „So, so very beautiful …“, Jimin absentmindedly mutters under his breath before he leans down to kiss you again while his hands keep exploring your curves, leaving you a quivering mess, your body responding to his on its own, beyond your control. This time his tongue naturally finds its way through your eagerly parting lips to meet yours, the kiss continuously deepening, getting more urgent and sloppy by the second, teeth repeatedly colliding. As you bite his full lower lip following an impulse, you can feel him immediately react, his pleasure intensifying yours. Having lost all awareness of your surroundings or actions, you entangle your hands in his soft, wet hair, your fingers slowly wandering downwards tracing the muscles on his back, caressing his bare skin. Soon, you are pressed up against the wall, your legs around Jimin’s waist, the cold tiles scraping your exposed back. Instinctively, your hands start pulling at the rim of his sweatpants. You want more. You want him inside you. You have never wanted anyone the way you do Jimin at this very moment. And you want him now. Breathless, he disrupts your kiss to look at you, his dark eyes wide with expectation and wonder. „Are you sure, Y/N? Are you sure you want to go that far tonight?“ Silently, incapable of any clear thought let alone forming a full sentence, you simply nod your head with determination, impatiently biting your lower lip while your eyes are still fixed on his reddened, swollen lips, longing for their kiss. „I’m glad you feel that way“, Jimin replies his soft tone accompanied by a warm smile even reaching his dark brown eyes. „But we have to try and keep it down, alright? We don’t want the others to know yet, do we?“, he then asks, his gaze suddenly darkening, his voice rougher this time, an enticing huskiness to it that is foreign to you and leaves your wet core aching for him to fill you. „I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time“, he whispers as his gentle hands painfully slowly wander up your thighs, a satisfied grin curving his plump lips. „Me, too“, you breathe against his neck, your voice so low it’s almost inaudible over the noise of the hot water still running.

„This is real, Jimin. It truly is. I want it to be“, you whisper against his chest in the darkness of the silent living room, his arms around yours, your body nestled to his, your two forms fitting so perfectly as if they’d been created solely for each other. „I know, Y/N. Don’t worry and rest easy now. I believe you. I trust you.“ Finally closing your eyes, well and truly content for the first time in a long time, your tired, aching body still remembering the past pleasures, you huddle against Jimin’s warm, comfortable body even more closely, his embrace around you naturally tightening. „Sleep now, my angel“, he then whispers, brushing his soft lips against your forehead. And you sleep. As deeply and peacefully as never before. When you wake up the following morning, the sun is long up, its warm light filling the dorm’s common area, casting dancing shadows on your blanket. Well rested and smiling you sit up, stretching your limbs, still slightly sore. Jimin must’ve left before the others woke up, you figure since you decided to hide your intimate relationship for now. You know his sneaking away in the early morning hours without a word was surely reasonable and meant as a thoughtful gesture, Jimin probably not wanting to disturb your sound sleep. But still his sudden absence leaves you with a bittersweet aftertaste to last night, feeling lonely, sad even. You would’ve loved waking up next to him after your first shared night, to see his beautiful smile and loving eyes first thing in the morning. But we can’t have that. Not yet, you remind yourself. As you sit up, though, your gaze falls on your phone still sitting on the coffee table. Seven unread messages by Jimin. Your heart racing, you quickly open them. To find his smiling eyes fondly looking at you from the screen. He must’ve taken a selfie, right after waking up next to you, his hair ruffled and his eyes still puffy. 

You can’t stop staring at your phone, still not daring to believe this is actually true, this is actually happening. Smiling, you finally, reluctantly, detach your gaze from the image of Jimin’s beautiful face and get up to face the day, a single tear of incredulous happiness running down your cheek.

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Anonnymous requested: Hi there! Can I request a drabble no. 3,8,44 with Demon!Jungkook x reader please? >.<

Prompts: “I saved your life!” | “What will you give? Your eyes? Your hands?. How about your heart?” | “My kindness does not go without self interest.”

a/n: *whispers breathily* im sorry it wasn’t a drabble *spirit leaves body* Thanks for requesting Nonnie! Hope you like it! <3  askhdgjasghjasghdajsgh demonkook

word Count: 2.8k

genre: Supernatural

pairing: JungkookxReader(she)

triggers: mentions of blood, injuries,car crash, demon pact,cussing,sandwiches

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A scream filled out the squashed cubicle of the car.

Your own scream. Your eyes were open, yet it was impossible for you to understand the image unfolding in front of them, blaming it on the darkness of the road at night, until you realized the lukewarm liquid dripping.  And then it hit you -quite literally-. You weren't sure of the time that had passed since you crushed against that cow in the middle of the route. Your whole body was aching with such an intensity your muscles repeatedly continued having spasms. You wanted to scream hoping to relieve some of the pain by letting it all out, but no voice would come out. Particularly one of your eyes lost sight completely, too drowned with the sticky mixture of tears and blood to see- the other one scanned around.  ‘Oh my god’ you thought,it was difficult to notice before but now you realized the car was upside down -thus so were you- the safety belt keeping you on the driver’s seat.

Shaking all distractions or thoughts of soreness you focused on the task at hand; getting out of the car. Carefully moving one arm, you tried to reach for the buckle, but it turned out to be an exhausting and herculean task due to the shakiness taking control over your fingers. Flopping face-down on the car ceiling, you perceived an uncomfortable sensation in the back. The glass from the window closer to you was cracked, but not enough so it was easy to crawl your way through- it still had glass shards. Knowing the pain couldn't get any worse, you simply grabbed the shards with your bare hands, taking them off to make your way out. One of your legs was numb, so it made it difficult once it was time to slide out of the vehicle. The pain in your back made an appearance yet again once you managed to trespass the frame of the window; it was stinging you, even more than the rest of your body, in fact, it was so very intense it made you wanted to vomit. 

With soaring arms you kept on crawling as far as you could manage, to get your body away from the crash site. Your good eye looked around for any sign of help, but it was hopeless -other than the dead cow you tried to avoid before - there was no sign of life- it was late at night and you knew no one would transit the crossroad you were in. Whining silently with a runny nose sobbing, you made a last effort to twist around and face the sky, but the pain in your back prevent you from it. A shard of metal had pierced your flesh, the wound was not bleeding, but it was there nonetheless.  There was no one around so you knew very soon you’d be dead because of your injuries. ‘Please, no’ ‘Please’ you begged but no words would come out, only heavy breathing and whimpering. ‘Please, God, don't let me die like this’ silents prayers waved through your mind, hoping maybe they would be answer ‘I beg of you’ ‘Don’t leave me’  more blood spilled onto the pavement. ‘Please, I want to live’ ‘Please let me live’ ‘I’ll do anything, just let me live’  again and again you chanted, repeating, desperately pleading for your life, ‘I'm scared ... I'm scared to die, please’ you shrieked forlorn, lips and chin quivering.

You were not sure on the time you spent crying out to the stars gleaming on the night sky; It could be an eternity, or just minutes, seconds even.

Growing tired and weaker with each passing moment you knew very well that life was leaving your body and felt it scurrying from your fingertips- you were scared, scared to the very core because you felt void approaching at a fast speed your way; promising relief from the pain. ‘Please,’ You insisted, slowly seeing how the light of the stars above your head faded. And with that, darkness enveloping you, one last desperate choke sob escaped your lips. ‘Anyone ... save me'

Your agonizing body laid between the crossroads, not knowing there was actually someone hearing you. But possibly, not the one you hoped for. The figure moved slowly in the dark, crouching close to your head. Gently a hand graced over your cheek to finish caressing at your lips.

“I've listened” It spoke, his honeyed voice resonating inside your mind. “If I kiss you now, life will once again welcome you in its arms…” your eye weakly opened to meet the gaze of him. “Would you like that?” He inquired, whispering.

You nodded.

“Say it, love”

You gulped. Throat sore and the inside of your mouth dry. Next, to you, the stranger was waiting, not moving a muscle. Licking your lips and tasting your own blood, enouncing the words for him clearly, you pleaded.

“Kiss me”

He chuckled.

A burning sensation shocked your entire body once his lips grazed with yours. A warm wind rose enveloping both in its embrace, the world moving at a rapid pace making you feel dizzy. A punch in your chest, so mighty you could've swore it broke it into pieces, yet it didn't pain- on the contrary- it felt blissful. Both your eyes opened, meeting with two other abysmally dark ones, the black on them was of such depth that terror crept up your spine.

Firmly placing both hands on his shoulders, you pushed his body away.  Once you were free from his touch you let out a shriek.  Then you saw him. You saw him completely.

The dark crawling out of his eyes and cracking the skin around them ramifying down on his neck, until you lost the sight of the lines once it reached the collar of his suit.

“Who are you?!” you managed to voice out in complete awe at the sight of him.

He smirked, the curve of his lips mocking you. “Your covenanter”

Right after the said those words, you appeared as if on the blink of an eye again inside your car, holding the steering wheel; it was not upside down anymore; neither was it broken. You were some meters behind the intersection of the crossroads. Looking down at yourself searching for any sign of injuries you were surprised to see there were none; not a trail or sign of blood, no soreness on your body, no pain in your back because of that metal shard, nothing. You felt completely fine, -even a little hungry. Looking out the window -now restored- you saw the cow that had caused your accident on the side of the row, far away from you grazing calmly.

“A dream?” you said out loud, more to yourself than anyone else. You checked in the rear-view mirror your face but there was not one scratch on it. “An hallucination?” you questioned.

“Far from it…” A voice that ranged near -on the passengers sit- startled you.

“Fucking hell!” you elicited, jolting on your seat and grabbing at your chest right above your heart.

“It’s not that bad once you get used to it really...” The stranger on the passenger seat shrugged, pouting his lips. You looked at him, not knowing what to say. ‘Then he wasn't a hallucination?’ thought scrunching your eyes. It was real. All of it.

“Ah,” The male next to you called your attention “Jeon Jungkook” He introduced, stretching a hand your way. 

Staring down at the outstretched hand, furrowing your eyebrows, lifting one in doubt about his action. The named, Jungkook guy, stayed there waiting for your reaction.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You questioned, mistrustful to accept his greeting.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook tilted his head confused “It’s just a handshake, I’m politely introducing myself to my covenantee, it's common courtesy”

“Wait—your what?” gesturing him to repeat his word, as if you didn't hear right.

"Co-ve-nan-tee" he once again repeated, emphasis on each word, slowly, so you could understand him. "It means a person who agrees to a contract, that being you" Jungkook grinned.

“I know what that means, I was referring to ‘my covenant’?, I've never met your before!”

“You don’t... usually meet a demon before you take on the contract?” Jungkook’s eyes squinted, sarcastically.

“Hold on— sorry what?” you stopped him showing your hand. “You just said...demon?” disbelieving the words that came out of his mouth.

“Yes! That’s me...Jungkook,”he bowed with its head.“Hell’s Contractor, at your service”

You stood there baffled at him. He was definitely crazy.

“I made a contract, with a demon?” an unbelieving tone on your voice.

“Yes.” he answered.

“A contract...?” you insisted.

Jungkook nodded, visibly bored at the time it was taking you to realize the situation you were in.

“With a demon?” you continued, Jungkook once again nodded, rolling his eyes.

“You...” pointing a finger at him to make sure you were on the right page. “Demon from hell, you...”

“This is gonna be a long night…” he sighed, crossing his legs and placing his hands on his lap.

“Oh no, It’s not gonna be long at all…” you assured him.

“Oh?...really?” Jungkook tilted his head.

“Yeah…” you started up the car engine turning the key.

“Good then…” Jungkook replied, leaning on the passenger’s seat, making himself comfortable.

“Get out” you demanded. “Get out this instant.”

Jungkook turned to meet your eyes, blinking rapidly “What? Get out?” he seemed offended by you “Don’t you understand what is going on here girl?” he scoffed.

“Yes indeed,” you grinned “I understand I have a crazy creep on my car who needs to get out now before it’s too late” a warning to him.

“But,” Jungkook huffed, bewildered by your words. “I saved your life!” he exclaimed.

“GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT!!” hollering, you screed on an ungodly way, the pitch of your voice being audible only to dogs.

Jungkook was shocked, and quickly he got out the car to stop your screeching. “For fuck sake!” He bawled at you "Stop screaming you crazy banshee!"

Without wasting one single second you hit the gas, getting far away from him. Looking back through the rear-view mirror you saw he was still there, standing at the crossroad. You suspire in relieve as you see his shape disappear as your got further and further away. ‘Psycho’ Its the last words you say, focusing on getting back home.

Once you clicked the locking button on the remote hanging from the car-keys you trotted to the entrance of your house. Checking the time on your phone, the blinding light showed it was 10 PM, and in your dictionary meant that it was still early. Inwardly, as you opened the door, you listed all the things you had left to do before going to bed; a good bath, a good meal -with of course a good movie- check your emails, and school work you had belated. Blithely humming a song, you closed the door behind you, got inside the house dashing to the kitchen to grab a quick snack before bath time. Checking the phone you moved from the kitchen -with the bowl of snacks- to the living room and turned on the TV; but as it turned out, you saw it was on. You forgot to turn it off when you left this morning? Weird.

Paying little prestige, since you were a little inattentive sometimes, you moved on to take a seat flopping on the couch, shifting to make yourself comfortable.

“Pass the snack...” a voice next to you requested.

Slowly turning your head you saw Jungkook, watching the tv screen intently. Jumping up from your seat the bowl of snacks flew, Jungkook’s shoulder hunched as the bowl flew over his head, landing on the floor spreading its content all over.

“Oww, what a waste” 

“HOW YOU GOT HERE?” your eyes scanned the room for some pointy object you could use to protect from him.

“I’m the owner of your soul… I know things.” Jungkook mocked, letting out a chuckle once he saw you desperately looking for a weapon.

“You own my soul?” you stopped dead on the spot.

“Oh, so you believe me now?”

You nodded “Well, I’m not sure yet, but you did appeared out of thin air on my house, so I’m listening...”

Jungkook stayed silent. 

You scratched your forearm nervously, searching for the correct question to say next. “Why do you own my soul? Or you say you own it?” 

He smiled.

“Well, My kindness does not go without self-interest.” he cooed, watching from above his shoulder at you. “That’s how it works, I save you… then collect your soul 10 years later, standard procedure” Jungkook stand-up arranging the sleeves of his suit, and tugging at the flaps of the jacket.

“What? When did we agree to that?!” You complained.

“Forgetting the kiss that sealed the contract...so rude” he scolded pompously.

“When did we agree to 10 years…” you rolled your eyes at him, but in all truth you had forgotten the kiss until he mentioned it, making you blush once you remembered.

“I told you, standard procedure”

“Yeah, but I didn't know you were a demon! That’s unfair” you nagged.

“Listen, kid, if you commit a crime that you didn't know it was illegal, you still get arrested right?” Jungkook tilted his head at you, pursing his lips into a thin line.

You contemplated on his example looking at the floor.“Yes….I guess?”

“Same thing…besides” he begins to move across the room, inspecting it. “I told you that if we kissed you got your life back if you didn't get the idea that’s your issue not mine” he shrugged.

“I want it back…” you gulped harshly.

“Excuse me?” Jungkook looked over his eyebrows.

“I want my soul back”

Jungkook stared at you up and down, narrowing his eyes, licking the inside of his cheeks amused. “Unbelievable”

“Well…?” you insisted, heart racing on your chest, his presence now intimidating and heavy. You truly believed he was a demon, and if he got your soul, you needed to get it back, at any cost.

Jungkook pondered, clicking his tongue he finally had an answer “Fine...I’ll indulge you” he walked closer to where you stand, facing you. “But you have to trade something of equal valor, quid pro quo…” Jungkook pointed his finger as a warning.

You nodded.

“So what will you give?” You looked for something of value for you inside your mind but couldn’t get anything that was equally priced as your soul “Your eyes?” Jungkook slides ghostly, walking around you. “Your hands?” He touched gently the back of your hand, a shiver of cold bolting at the feeling. Jungkook chuckled “How about your heart?” He placed right in front of you, looking down scanning you, waiting for a reply. You were so close you could catch the smell of something persistent and unpleasant of something you couldn't quite get the hang of. And something sweet, nauseatingly sweet.

“How about a sandwich?” you stammered, glancing up at him.

Jungkook blinked, lifting his chin to look down at you curiously. “Is it homemade?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed, not believing his words.

“Okay then…” He nodded.

“Really?” Your eyes probably sparkled with hope.

“No.” Jungkook sharply replied. “You really thought I'd trade the most well-marketable item of hell, just for a sandwich?” Jungkook scoffed mockingly at you. “You mortals amaze me” he grinned playfully.

“Then just tell me what you want!” anxious was growing inside of you, you needed to end this conversation right now or you would have a panic attack.

“Hey, I don’t want anything, I already have a soul...you are the one trying to sell me something in return.” Jungkook waved his hands.

“Then please give me a help, what can I give you that’s worth my soul back…”

Jungkook stared right into your eyes, that was a question no one - not even himself had made before. What did he really wanted?.Jungkook’s sole purpose was to lure desperate mortals into trading their souls for superficial benefits. Since he was born, he lived for the crossroad, and never truly thought about other things, of course, he sometimes wished for things, but it never really occurred to him to actually try to make them come true. And now, before him, it was a mortal girl, prepared to do anything to have her immortal soul back. What a turn of events. Jungkook’s lips twirled into a cocky smile.

“Alright...you can have your soul back” Jungkook agreed. “But on one condition…”

You nodded “Anything…”

“You are my pet from now on…” Jungkook smirked nonchalantly.

“Eh?” your jaw dropped eyes wide as plates.

“My pet, my servant, captive, worker” he kept on naming synonyms dramatically. “Or you prefer to let it sink and think it over? I can always come back in 10 years!” he chuckled, playfully grinning.

Defeated you slumped on the arm of the couch. You hated Jeon Jungkook. With all your soul.

Sighing, you continued. “Deal…” your pride hurt to the core, knowing there was no escape from the demon’s deal, cursing that stupid cow on the middle of the dark road.

“Dandy choice!” Jungkook cheered, rubbing his hands pleased. “Now about that sandwich…”

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[DRABBLE REQUEST] Boyfriend!Dino (G)

Prompt: It’s your first date, and you decide to take up a ballroom dancing class Requested by: @bambamsblackwife Word count: 2,564 Genre: gross, sappy fluff Warnings: None

A/N: Finally, a drabble request done after posting three fics in a row. Sorry it took so long, work has been crazy hectic :( But no worries, we’re working harder than ever to churn out our stories at optimum quality!

Anyway, this drabble is inspired from Steven Universe, specifically the episode Alone Together where Steven and Connie dance together for the first time. If you didn’t watch the show, I highly recommend it! Also, to better suit the atmosphere, I’ve included a link to a song on YouTube somewhere in the text, so do play it while you’re reading if you’re able to!

Hope you enjoy this short Chan drabble!

wooed<3

(please excuse me while i scream into this pillow right here *breathes* leEJUNGCHANWAHTTHEFUCK *breathes* okay okay im good let’s do this)

“Are you sure about this?”

You give the man next to you a little wrinkle of your nose as you push open the glass door, the air conditioning of the building rushing out to greet you. “Chan, I told this to you a million times: I really want to try this out.”

“I’ve known you since we’ve weaned off diapers. I know that you’ve always been afraid to stand onstage. Why this sudden decision?” Chan questions, his hand gently folding over yours atop the handle as he helps you open the door, bringing you into a brightly lit dance studio. Already, hip-hop music from the ongoing class is blasting through the walls.

“That’s the point,” you sigh. “I’ve known you since we were children, but I never made an effort to get to understand your passion for dance. I mean, I know you love it, and I always enjoy watching you dance, but I want to be able to join you just once, you know what I mean?”

He lets out a tiny chuckle. “I understand, and I appreciate that.” He runs his fingers across your hair, smoothing the strands as he leads you to a seat next to the reception counter. “Though I’m just as new to ballroom dancing as you are.”

“Are you not okay with that?” you suddenly fuss, realising that ballroom dancing would require a certain amount of intimacy with your partner. “If you aren’t, we can always schedule for another genre. I heard they do waacking on Saturdays and b-boying on Sundays, and--”

“Baby,” Chan interrupts you with a humoured huff, a reassuring arm on your lap. “I’m fine, you know I’ll love anything you choose, anyway.” You turn away, fighting the blush threatening to flush your cheeks. His pet names are still new to you and never fail to make butterflies erupt in your belly.

Though you and Chan have been friends for as long as you can remember, you’ve only recently got together as a couple after Chan confesses to you after his dance recital. The affectionate feelings you’ve developed for your best friend from childhood still feels fresh and at times foreign to you.

Gnawing on your lips, you relax against his body, playing with the frayed drawstring of his favourite hoodie as you both waited for your ballroom dance to commence. Eventually, the doors to the practice room opens, letting out a stream of sweaty dancers tired after a hard round of practice.

You barely had the time to gape at the sheer amount of perspiration dripping from their chins before a loud, sing-songy voice cuts through your thoughts. “Okay, up next is the beginners ballroom dance class. Come along, my students~!”

You look up to see an extravagantly dressed woman in her mid-forties emerging from her seat behind the counter, your jaw falling once you laid eyes on her shiny, sequinned black dress and pointed court shoes.

Before you both can join the class, seven other couples stand up, shedding off their jackets to reveal proper ballroom outfits underneath (some couples even with matching sets), and they proceed into the practice room in a flurry of blue, pink and gold. You let your eyes drift back to you and Chan, and you almost wince at the stark contrast.

While your boyfriend is decked out in his favourite plain black hoodie and ripped jeans, you are dressed in a simple white crop top and tights. Hell, you both are even wearing sneakers. Despite this just being the introductory lesson of a beginner’s ballroom class, everyone else just seems to be more prepared than you are.

“They look like professionals,” you eke to yourself, squirming in your seat, suddenly intimidated. Sensing your discomfort, Chan casts you a look of concern. “Are you okay with this? We can call it quits if you want to.”

You swallow your nervousness back inside your stomach. “I’ll be fine, Chan. In fact, this is kind of the reason I picked ballroom dancing above the other styles. I don’t want to be alone when I dance for the first time. I… want to be with you.”

You can tell that your words have caught him by surprise from the way he chews on the insides of his cheeks. You find yourself grinning at your observation.

“Alright,” he finally relents with a smile. “As long as you’re comfortable with it, I’m willing to try anything. Don’t want to ruin our first date now, do we?”

Hand in hand, you enter the practice room. “Alright, let’s start with the most basic stretching techniques,” the instructor declares with an emotional intonation. “You may be only be ducklings now, but when I’m done with you, you will all blossom into beautiful, graceful swans.”

Bewildered by the woman’s flamboyant gestures, you both exchange stunned glances, Chan fighting back a snort as he did so. Spreading out into your respective pairs, the class begins warming up.

“We will start with the classic waltz first,” she announces. “Then, as you get better, we will start progressing to foxtrot, samba, tango… Oh I can’t wait to show you all what I’ve prepared for you. This will be absolutely splendid!” 

You’d expect a beginners’ first class to have at least some kind of orientation or introduction to allow you to integrate into the dance more smoothly, but the instructor wastes no time in throwing you out of your comfort zone.

You watch dumbstruck as she presents one advanced move after another. It doesn’t help that the rest of the class seem to manage just fine, pulling everything off seamlessly and with ease. You’re as good as owning two left feet, stumbling clumsily around your boyfriend. Of course, Chan is a natural at ballroom dancing. It doesn’t make you feel any better that you probably look like a bumbling klutz next to him.

“No, no, no,” the haughty instructor sighs when you attempted -- and failed -- to do what is known as a outside spin. “You are supposed to be light on your feet, like you’re dancing on air. You look like you’re clumping through thick mud in cleats!”

Several soft bouts of giggles arise through the room, and you feel your cheeks heat up in pure chagrin. You feel Chan staring at you in concern, but you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes.

“This won’t do,” the instructor clicks her tongue, shaking her head. “You may need a proper live demonstration. Come along, sonny.”

Chan openly gawks at the older woman’s outstretched hand. “S-Sorry, what now?”

“Come along,” she repeats, forcibly pulling the male away from you and towards the middle of the dance floor. “She has to see how it’s properly done.” Helplessly, your boyfriend sends you an apologetic look while the instructor winds his left arm around her waist.

“I’m sorry,” he mouths at you. You can only blink at him, pressing your lips together in a thin line as the instructor starts the music. Of course, they flawlessly perform the move, finishing off amidst polite applause and several amazed murmurs from the other dancers. Chan immediately untangles himself and shuffles his way back to you, his ears in a burning shade of red while the older woman presents an overly exaggerated bow.

“Do you understand how it’s done now, girlie?” You wince once the instructor turns her attention back to you.

“Y-Yeah, I’m good…” you stammer. You manage to relax once she progresses with the class, and you let yourself breathe to clear the nerves.

Thankfully, the class dismisses for a break, and you sprint to grab your water bottle and took massive gulps as though your life depends on it. Done, you are left alone to stew in your emotions. Chan was right earlier: you have never been the type to do things in front of a crowd. You feel uncomfortable dancing, you don’t enjoy speaking to an audience, and you never liked having multiple eyes watching your every move.

In an effort to understand your new boyfriend, you’ve temporarily forgotten about your insecurities, but now, under the scrutiny of Chan, the overbearing instructor and the rest of the class, you feel them come back stronger than ever. Pulling your legs close to your chest, you rest your chin atop of your knees and pout.

You are jerked out of your thoughts when you feel a warm hand sliding into yours. You turn around to see Chan gently looking down at you. Leaning down, he whispers softly into your ear, “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“Huh?” you blink, your eyes lingering on the way your fingers intertwine. “Right now?”

He shoots you a discreet wink, throwing his line of sight towards your instructor, who is engrossed in an animated conversation with the other students. “She wouldn’t notice. Let’s go.” Without waiting for your response, Chan pulls you out of the dance studio as quietly as he can, carefully shutting down the glass door.

The receptionist greets you both with a confused expression when you emerge back into the main room. Chan mumbles an excuse about getting dizzy in the stuffiness of the practice room before sitting you down at the sofas again.

“Are you okay?” he asks you immediately, concern evident in his onyx irises. His palm traces from your arm to your lap, gently massaging your sore muscles and letting your tense body soothe under his touch. You pretend not to know what he is talking about, turning away to avoid his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

He nudges you to get your attention back. “I may only be your boyfriend for a month, but I know you better than anyone else being your best friend for basically all of your life. It’s okay, just tell me what’s wrong, will you?”

At the sight of his affectionate expression, your shoulders sag and the words gradually spill out of your mouth. “I… really wanted to do this for you, Chan. I’m sorry you had to deal with me being like this. It wasn’t fair for you.”

But his knuckles latch onto your chin, and he tilts your head up. “Hey, that’s no reason to apologize. I’m really happy and honoured, but you really didn’t have to do this for me. I’m happy with us being together just the way we are.”

“But I want to do this, Chan,” you protest. “I want to be able to know what it feels like, what you feel like whenever you dance. Whenever I dance, I get so nervous about the thought of everyone staring at me. Instead, you just look so happy, I want to be a part of that.”

Sheepishly, you proceed to fiddle with your thumbs while Chan deciphers your words. From the corner of your vision, you see him soften and smile. Within seconds, you’re pulled into his warm embrace, leaving you comfortably nestled on the soft cotton of his hoodie.

“You know…” he sighs pensively, his fingers playing with yours. “There’s more than one way we can do this. Would you care to try it with me?”

As the students of the ballroom dancing class stream out of the practice room and out of the studio amidst cheery chatter, you and Chan sneak out from behind the counter, giggling to yourselves like a pair of wayward teenagers.

“Thanks for lending the room to us,” Chan whispers to the receptionist, who shoots the both of you a rather confused but amused thumbs up. You shuffle your way across the hardwood floor of the practice room. You watch as he plugs his phone into the speakers and a few moments of fiddling here and there… You jump when a mellow, dance beat reverberates around the clean acoustics of the room.

Turning around, he gives you a small bow with an extended arm. Looking up at you from the top of his eyes, the corner of his lips tug upwards. “Come dance with me.” You gape at his outstretched palm, hesitant to take it initially.

But this male in front of you is one that you trust with your life. You know that Chan wouldn’t do anything to put you in the spot. Your mind made, you slip your hand into his. At your touch, his lips part to reveal two delighted rows of pearly whites. Guiding your free arm across his broad, muscled shoulder, he leads you into the middle of the dance floor.

Now that it’s empty, you can’t help but observe how every sound, every movement of yours fill the whole room.  Helpless, you shift your attention onto your boyfriend. He catches your gaze, taking in your shaking pupils, and tightens his hold on you as he takes one step backwards, prompting you to take one forward. You suck in a shaky breath as you start to move to a slow rhythm.

“There’s no one watching you here,” he whispers when you start to look nervous. “Remember: you’re not dancing for anyone, you’re not doing it for me, you’re doing it for yourself, your own enjoyment. Never let yourself feel otherwise, and never let anyone take that happiness away from you. That’s how it was for me.”

You drink in his words, an almost silly huff of relief erupting from your chest when you finally understand him. It is rather challenging, but you coaxed yourself to relax in his hold. Before you know it, your feet starts to move in time with his. You don’t care about your surroundings anymore, your eyes are blissfully closed and you feel his forehead resting on yours and your breaths intermingling while you slowly waltz to the music.

“There you go, you got this.” You hear the pleased chuckle in his voice, and that alone sends shivers of delight down your spine. You’re doing it, you’re actually dancing with your boyfriend!

You burst into a hearty fit of laughter and you find yourself enjoying every moment thoroughly. Carefully, Chan spins you around and catches you in his sturdy arms. As the song trickles into silence, you both are left basking in each other’s presence with your noses barely touching and you’re panting in perfect synchronization.

The close contact is enough to make your entire body rise in temperature at alarming rates, and you swear that Chan can hear the heavy pounding of your heart against your ribs. It doesn’t help that the sight before you is absolutely breathtaking. With his hair slightly slicked back in perspiration, his irises blown wide, jet black and filled with adoration, his pinkish lips slightly parted to draw and expel his breaths…

You feel the air in your lungs abruptly dissipate as your boyfriend leans closer, eventually planting an ever-so-soft kiss between your eyes.

“Thank for doing this with me,” you blurt out, hoping to distract him from your overly red cheeks. But his hand, calloused but still soft to the touch, cups the side of your head. “No,” he responds. “I’m supposed to be thanking you. No one’s ever tried to understand my passion for dance before, not even my parents. It means a lot to me, you know?”

You snag your lower lip between your lips shyly. “So… Did I give you a good first try?”

Chan laughs, tucking your head under his after another feathery kiss on your temple. “Yeah, I gotta admit, this has been a pretty damn amazing first date.”

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Dark (req)

Genre: Angst-Fluff

Word count: 2,536

Summary: You didn’t think arguing in the car could turn out so bad. Bad for you now everything turns dark.

req: eguevara44: Im not sure if your still taking requests, but if its possible, can you make a jimin angst/ fluff scenario, where they are in the car while having an argument and they get into a pretty bad accident where the car flips and the S/O is trapped, while in the hospital the S/O is blind but they dont know its temporary, jimin never leaves the S/O side and they get closer than ever in the relationship because of that and she finally gets her sight back in the end... please!! Thank you!!

Everything went so fast. The last thing you remember that you were in the car with Jimin. Driving to visit a friend of yours.

You and Jimin loved each other. It was not the problem. It was always you. You were the type who is not talking about their emotions, or feelings. He knew you loved him. You actually did. But you never expressed it well. You were used to being the one always quiet and not allowed to talk, and you just got so used to it. You knew it bothered him a lot. But this was just how you were. But lately you two seemed distancing from the other. His life was busy as always, and you just didn’t want to bother him. He was mad at you for this. And it was too much for him.

You can’t even remember why you started arguing. You can only recall the shouting… His angry expression.... Then just spinning around, screaming in fear, and a black out.

And when you woke up everything was so dark.

You heard machines beeping, and a chatting bluntly from distance. But when you opened your eyes everything was still dark. You could only guess where you have been. You felt soreness in every part of your body and pain in your head. You slowly placed your fingers over your eyes, and realised it was covered with a piece of band-aid. And you didn’t know why.

You tried to move but your body was numb.

Since you couldn’t remove the band-aid from eyes, you traced over your hand where you felt the small tube running out of you. You sighed. You were in the hospital… Now you remember. You had an accident. As soon as you remembered you became extremely worried. Where is Jimin? Is he okay?

You heard the door open. And you heard steps coming towards you.

’Oh you’re awake Y/N!’ a female voice said. ‘Is everything okay? Do you feel any pain?’

You just nodded. ‘It will be temporary don’t worry! The pain killers should kick in soon.’

‘What happened to me?’ you referred to your eyes. She was in silence. It sounded suspicious.

‘The doctor will be here in a minute to explain everything!’ she said quietly.

‘Where’s my boyfriend?’ you asked her.

‘He’s alright, he’s waiting outside.’ her voice was calmer this time. A big sigh left your mouth. He’s alright.

As the nurse left the room, within seconds someone rushed into the room. ‘Y/N!’ you recognized his voice. ‘I thought I’m gonna lose you!’ he said rushing next to you. His warm hands took yours. You felt his weight next to you so you tried to move, but he immediately stopped you. ‘No Jagi don’t move you’ll hurt yourself!’ he said. You could hear his shaky voice. ‘I’m so sorry Jagiya...’

He was sitting there next to you, barely saying a word until the doctor came and explained everything. Which was nothing good. He told you when you had the accident; you were in worse condition then Jimin. The car flipped and it crushed mostly on your side and you were trapped there for nearly an hour until they could get you out. This was already too long. 

‘During the crash you hit the back of your head which caused damage to your sight nerves. And the small pieces of glass piercing around your eyes, could have caused some other damages too. We successfully removed them with a great plastic surgeon, so you don’t have to worry about scars. We examined your head several times, but we are still unsure if it’s permanent or not.’ the way he said it. It sounded like he doesn’t care at all, like this would be an everyday thing. ‘You may feel dizziness and headaches in the future because of the hit. But we will provide you some painkillers against them.’

Who cares about the painkillers? I’m blind… I can’t see… you thought.

It was too much for you. You were suffocating. The doctor realised himself and left the two of you alone. You were trembling. You wanted to cry. Jimin was holding your hand tightly. ‘Jagi...’ he said softly trying to calm you down. But he couldn’t. You started crying, not caring wetting the band-aid on your eyes. At least your tear ducts are still working.

It was a long time ago you cried in front of him...

You didn’t know how long have you been crying. He was sitting on your bed silently, and not letting go of you.

Apparently it was night time, so he advised you to go to sleep and plan what’s gonna happen next tomorrow.

You’ve been sleeping for a long time but you still felt really tired, when he mentioned sleep. But you woke up probably in the middle of the night.

You wanted to take off the band-aid. But you were struggling so much it frustrated you to the point you started crying again. This woke Jimin up, who was there next to you within seconds.

‘Shh Jagi...’ he said in his soft calming voice. ‘It will be okay...’ he pulled you closer to him, and started playing with your hair to calm you down. ‘I’m here...’ he murmured and planted a kiss on your head.

‘Take it off!’ you asked him.

‘What?’ he was confused.

‘Take it off!’ you pointed to the band-aid.

‘Jagi the doctors said the wounds aren’t healed yet.’ he protested.

‘Please…’ he sighed at your request, and slowly took it off your head. You opened your eyes and were surprised to see blindness isn’t completely dark. Colour blotches danced in front of you. But you saw a strong but really blurry pinkish face in front of you. Your sense couldn’t decide if he was close or far. You moved around until you could reach your hand towards his face. Your fingers slowly traced his face. You could feel the puffiness under his eyes. Your heart clenched at the image of him crying.

He rested his hand on yours.

‘Y/N…. You need to rest…’ he whispered.

Days passed by, and nothing was as normal as they said it would be. It was rough. When they let you home, you just wanted to crawl up in a corner and not do anything. Jimin took out a week from work, and stayed with you all the time. He tried his best to stand by you, both physically and emotionally. But you wanted to keep your distance from him. More than in the past.

You barely said a word. But Jimin should have been rewarded as the most amazing person ever. He did everything for you. Whenever you would get up, from your bed he would be there in a second to help you. Telling you where everything was.

Not caring about his pain as well. Because you knew he was in pain too.

The day came when you had to go back for a check-up. That was the last thing you wanted. You woke up before him, and finally tried to get the clothes out for yourself. You managed to get dressed, but when you wanted to move out from your closet, you fell. Your painful groan woke him up.

‘Y/N what are you doing?’ you heard the covers shuffling. Then how he rushed to you. ‘Are you okay? Why didn’t you wake me up?’ he asked as he helped you up. You shrugged. ‘Jagiya… Say something please. You haven’t spoken to me since then.’ he said it softly.

‘I wanted to do it by myself.’ you said quietly.

‘Jagi...’

‘I’m not a kid.’ you said, as you wanted to pass him, but he caught your waist. You were surprised. You saw his blurry figurine. His black hair was covering his whole forehead. He leaned his forehead to yours.

‘I know.’ he whispered. He took the hem of your shirt, and started pulling it upwards. Your breath hitched. He took it off, and pulled away a bit. ‘But you put it on inside out.’ he put it back you in the right way now, and gave you a small peck on your lips. You could feel him smiling.

‘I’m going to take a shower, okay? Try not to break yourself until then. I’ll be quick.’

Even though his warning, you stumbled around the house finding your stuff, while he was showering and getting dressed. You were sure you will have bruises on your knees after how many times you accidentally bumped into something.

You could see the patches of your furniture. But you were unable to tell where are them, only to use your memory.

‘Jagi?’ you heard Jimin’s voice. You kept the appearance of you just casually sitting on the sofa. ‘How many times have you kicked something?’ he asked. You shrugged as if you wouldn’t know anything.

He helped you with your jacket, and getting out of the apartment. This was your first time going out from the apartment.

‘Okay now lift your leg, because here’s the doorstep.’ you did how he commanded. Jimin was so thankful your building has an elevator, because it would have been a nightmare to go down the stairs. He didn’t let go of your side since day one.

When you left the room you were even more disappointed. There weren’t any good news. They just told your wounds are healing nicely. Nothing more.

 Jimin stood next to you as soon as you came out. ‘So?’ he asked excitedly.

‘I… wanna go home!’ you said quietly.

Days have passed and Jimin had to go back to his hectic idol life, even though everyone wanted him to rest. He basically wrapped everything into bubble wrap so you wouldn’t injure yourself. He made you food for the week, and recorded the contact names on your phone if someone would call you.

It was weird being all alone. You could feel how much you needed him, when you stumbled in your own apartment which you thought know by heart. He was next to you whole week, and you didn’t even thank him for that. He was so worried about you 24/7 and you just ignored everything he did for you.

You wanted to let him know you’re fine. You have to be… You made up your mind.

 You tried your best to function without him. You wanted to let him know he doesn’t have to worry. It was quite hard at first, but you could move freely in your apartment without tripping 5 times after a week.

Jimin took you to your check-ups but they always disappointed you even though they were good results.

It has been almost a month since the accident. You wanted to surprise Jimin, how good you became. You practised all day how you will greet him, and just gracefully walk to the kitchen. You were trying to make the apartment neater a bit, so you packed stuff around, and happened to put a bunch of books on the ground.

‘I’m home!’ he shouted from the front door. You jumped off the bed, and rushed over the door. You remembered how much you have to step, and where to lift your leg, and turn around. But you forget about the books. And tripped over them on the floor. ‘Jagi are you okay?’ he rushed to you.

You failed. You practised so hard in the last month just to make him worry less. And now you just gave him another reason to worry more. Why is he still even with you? You’re just another problem for him. You’re so troublesome. Why are you even trying? You can’t even thank him for his help. You can’t even say I love you freely to him.

He reached down to you to help you up, but you pushed his hand away. You somehow got up, and went to your room slamming the door behind. It wasn’t his fault. It was yours. You crawled up in your bed, letting out your tears.

You heard a knock on your door. Jimin slowly opened the door and stepped in. ‘Y/N, can I come in?’

You turned away, so he wouldn’t see your face. ‘Y/N what is it?’ no reply. ‘Seriously Y/N what is it? You barely talk to me.’ he sat behind you on your bed. ‘Jagi...’ he leaned to your neck leaving a soft kiss there.

You moved away. ‘Why are you still here…?’ you caught him surprised.

‘What?’

‘Why are you still here… with me?’

‘What do you mean? I love you more than anything, of course I’m gonna be here with you.’

‘How can you love someone like me…? I can’t even show my love for you.’ he turned your head, and pressed his lips against yours. You started crying even more. You were the one keeping distance but you missed his kiss so much. He pulled you on his lap, not breaking the kiss. Your fingers found their way to his hair. He pulled away letting you two breathe.

‘You love me and that’s enough. If you experience any changes then you can let me know.’ you could feel he was smirking at you. ‘We’ll get through this I promise. Together, okay?’ you nodded. You gave up. And you let it. All your emotions, you should have told him earlier. And he was just hugging you and comforting you it will be okay. He was actually really happy you finally shared how you feel. 

You were sitting silently were a while now. ‘I was so scared.’ you said.

‘Hm?’

‘When the cars collided. I was scared that is the end of us… It seems it was only for me.’

‘Don’t think that! We’re here safe and sound. And about your sight… It’s not the end of your life. You can still do everything you wanted.’

‘How did I deserve you?’ you looked up to him. It made you said you can’t see him. Well you did, just not how you wanted to.

‘I ask the same thing about you every day.’ he kissed your nose.

‘Jimin’ you said looking into his eyes. Well guessing where his eyes could be. ‘I love you!’

‘I love you too Y/N!’ he replied, and your heart melted every time he said that. The only sentence you wanted to hear all your life. You still stared at him, but started blinking when your eyes started to twinge. ‘What?’ Jimin asked.

‘My eyes hurt!’ you said closing them tightly to reduce the pain. When you opened them the familiar blurriness welcomed you but the image slowly started to sharpen. You could clearly see the face of your boyfriend.

‘Pinch me!’ you exclaimed.

‘What?’ he looked at you confused.

‘Just pinch me!’ and he did how you said. ‘Ouch!’ you rubbed your waist.

‘What was that good for?’ he asked.

‘I’m not dreaming!’ you smiled widely, and basically jumped on him just to kiss him.

‘Is this a different level of your sanity?’ he raised a brow when you parted.

‘I can see you!’ you said. His eyes went wide. He looked really funny and you started to chuckle. ‘Your face is funny.’

As a response he just kissed you again.

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[sc87confessions]

Here We Go

You were bustin your ass at the gym in order to relieve stress. You'd go with or without the guys. It had been about a week since Sidney had kissed you, he had texted you apologizin but you never replied. Tyler kept tellin you to drop it about the fight and to give Sidney a chance. You had been at the gym for a few hours when you decided to treat yourself to some ice cream after. You went downtown to a mom and pop shop that you had really liked when you ran into Flower and his family. "Hey (Y/N)" Veronique said "Hey! How are you guys?" "Doing well thankfully, so I'm just going to cut to it, why haven't you replied to Sid?" "Uhh guys I've been busy and frankly I don't know how to apologize to him after the embarrassment I caused him at Phil's" "Look, we know it wasn't right that he fought Tyler but the man likes you a lot, and maybe he does need to learn how to tell someone he likes them haha." " girls flock themselves to him so he doesn't have to do much until he met you" "He genuinely likes you" added Flower "Well look, I have to work the next few days but I'll let him know for us to meet up or somethin, how's that?" "That's great, you both need it" "Alright see y'all later" You were scared but ended up textin Sidney to let him know that you'd accepted his apology but would like to talk to him in person, he agreed to as well. You decided you'd meet up after your last overnight shift which you wouldn't get out of until around 7 am. Things however went a bit south on your shift. You had been car chasin a guy who had kidnapped a child. It was about a 30 min car chase until you were able to fence him in, he however got out of the car and ran. "Fuck this, meet me around Jake!" you said as you got out of the car to chase the suspect You were right on his ass as the gym and training had definitely helped with how fast you were keepin up. "Suspect running north bound on Cherry St" you dispatched You and him were jumpin fences, you knew you'd get him, you had to. He all of a sudden stopped and turned to hit you but only grazed your right cheek. You threw in a good punch which dazed him a bit, when you tackled him you guys were wrestlin for a bit, you felt a sting on your ribcage but thought nothin of it. You finally got on top and pinned him down when Jake caught up to arrest him. "Way to go Wonder Woman" he joked causin you to laugh You got up but felt dizzy, you didn't think anything of it as you thought it was from all the runnin and jumpin. When you guys were about to put him in the cop car you almost lost your balance and felt like you couldn't breathe, thats when you knew something wasn't right. The other units were searching the area where you had arrested him as they found a knife with blood on it. "The child is all well so who did he get?" They asked. Jake immediately looked at you and saw that you were bleeding profusely. Next thing you knew you fainted. When you woke up you were in the hospital. Jake, Casey and your chief were right next to you while the other units were waitin outside. They were all glad to see you were doin okay "Well good mornin" Jake joked "Hey what happened?" "Welp turns out in your little wrestling match which you won, you got stabbed, luckily he didn't puncture anything but stabbed you enough to make you lose a lot of blood which I gave you so I guess we're blood related now hahah" "Seriously? Hahah aw man, how about the child?" "Safe and sound" "Awesome, do you know when I can leave here?" "Really you want to leave you just woke up hhaha" "Wonder Woman" said your chief "You two should be proud of yourselves" he added motioning to you and Jake. The doctor walked in to see how you were doin "Well its always great to see someone doin well unfortunately you won't be able to go back to work right away" "Whyyy?" You asked like a little 5 year old "Hahah (Y/N) you have a sprain on your right leg and you have been stabbed in your ribcage" "To be safer we don't want you to do any physical activity for about a week, don't lift anythin more than 15 pounds as it can reopen your wound and I will give you a brace and crutches for you to use for a week" "Mannn this is goin to suck but thank you doctor I appreciate you sowin me back up haha" "If it makes you feel better, after I finish your paperwork in a few, you are able to go home but please get some rest and if you do go out, wear everything I told you to" "Yes sir" you said giddy as you couldn't wait to get out of there. Just as you thought shit I missed meetin Sidney someone came in with balloons and flowers, Sidney, the rest of the team followin him in. He looked at you serious but then smiled a bit "Hey Sidney, I'm sorry I couldn't meet up with you" "No no no, no need to apologize I know what happened" "Who told you?" "Uh it was on the news" You turned on the tv, sure enough it was. You checked your phone and saw that you had a ton of messages from everyone, missed calls from your family so you texted them back saying how you were. "How are you feelin?" Sid asked "Good! Just a little sore on my leg and ribs" "Look at you gettin in a fight haha, I'm really happy to see you're okay, I don't want anything happening to you (Y/N)" He said more seriously "Thanks Sidney and thanks for the balloons and flowers" you said as you saw how many you had from everyone bringin them. "Yeah there's a bunch, make sure you don't fly away when you leave hahah" "Haha we'll see in a bit since I can get checked out soon" "Nice! Goin straight home?" "Nope Im starvin hahah plus I have to go to the store to get healthy food because I won't be able to exercise at all for a week" you pouted "You'll be fine haha I'm glad to take you though, I don't want you driving right now in your state" "You should see the other guy hahah" When you got checked out the doctor gave you a list of what you couldn't do. You were just glad to be gettin out. The boys brought you some clothes as you headed out to get food. You guys went to a small restaurant that was empty enough to sit the entire crew that came with you. As you got food and talked for a bit, you were startin to feel tired when Jake said he'd to the grocery shoppin for you to get some rest. Everyone said goodbye and to call them if you needed anythin. Sid drove you home, bringin in your dog who was lickin you like crazy and helped you get upstairs. You couldn't as you felt tired within the 4th step so Sid went upstairs to get your stuff so you can knock out on the couch He brought pillows, one for your leg and one for your ribs. "Sidney you don't have to do this" you told him shyly "I want to, now get some rest. I'll be here watchin tv if you don't mind" "No no help yourself" you said as you started to close your eyes. Sid looked at you as you slept and knew this is what he wanted and he wasn't goin to let his fear stop him from makin you his. The next day the guys and the team came to visit you bringin food to grill. Somehow Phil saw your list of what you couldn't do which you hadn't read yourself. "Hahah no action for you either" Phil said "What action?" "You know...sex" "Ohhh yeah like I get a ton haha" Within the week Sid stopped by everyday to see how you were doin. You guys hadn't talked about what had happened at Phil's but you knew as you got better eventually you had to. You went to the hospital to get your stitches out and luckily you were able to get back to work soon. As you walked into work they yelled out "welcome back!" They put up a sign and brought balloons too, even a cake. You teared up a bit as you saw how much you were appreciated at work. Jake was very happy to have you back as he had been patrolling on his own for the first time. On your first day back you were textin with Sid all day Sid: so when are we goin to meet up? You: soon, I'm off on friday Sid: we have a game but maybe we can meet after? You: sure or we can meet before for lunch or somethin? Sid: Or both? Hahah jk lunch sounds good Friday came soon, you had come back from the gym as you were gettin ready to have lunch with Sid. You kept your makeup natural, wore some jeans and a thick jacket as it was freezin outside. Sid had offered to pick you up but you declined because you didn't know how the conversation would go so you wanted to have an exit strategy. You walked in to a nice little restaurant and saw that Sid had picked the booth all the way on the back for privacy, good choice. Here we go you said to yourself.​​

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