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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Wounded Love (Lady Dimitrescu/F!Reader)

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: M for mature. Blood, more blood, heavy language, seriously lots of blood. Literally the bloodiest/most detailed thing I've written. Genre: Super angst with some fluff to ease the pain. We're talking putting honey in your cup of poison to make it taste better. The ending is split, with both a happy and a sad ending. Warnings: Minor surgery (technically?) while the patient is fully awake (that's the reader, btws), blood loss, graphic depiction of a wound and how said wound is taken care of. Possible trigger for self-harm, as the reader is performing part of the surgery themselves. Also brief mention of cannibalism in the bad ending. This may very well be a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat sort of thing. Notes: While I have more medical knowledge than the average person, due to my Girl Scouts training + having a mother as a nurse, I am in no way shape or form a medical professional, and do not suggest that the methods of treatment used in this fic be taken seriously. If you find yourself seriously injured, do not attempt to replicate anything you read here. Only a portion of this is based on a real-ass incident I went through, the rest is based on a dream, and what I experienced was not what you want to do in an emergency.

{Wounded Love}

This was a mistake. Blood stains your leg, your fingers, and bruises start to form all over your exhausted body. And for what? Why had you, a tiny, fragile human, dared to pass through this damned, lycan-infested forest? Because a woman who didn’t even love you asked you to. Now you were going to die, body certain to get left out in the cold or reduced to a pile of gnawed bones. If you had more strength remaining, you might have slammed your hand into the ground in frustration, or screamed until your lungs burned from something other than frost.

But that wouldn’t get you anywhere. Wouldn’t help you get back to the castle, wouldn’t ease the racing of your heart. So you settle for the only thing that might do any good: One quick motion pulls the scarf from your neck, sending a chill down your spine that you promptly ignore. Even with shaky hands and numb fingers, your experience is enough to let you wrap the cloth around your leg, tying the ends in a knot to secure it. The pressure hurts, just not enough for you to prefer bleeding out. A test step reveals that walking is mildly more difficult now.

“I’m going to haunt her,” you muse, under your breath, tears starting to freeze at the corner of your eyes. Still, you are as quietly determined as ever, and so once more you limp down the path. Every time you put weight on your injured leg it protests harder. If not for the snow and ice covering the ground, you might have quickly searched for a walking stick. “What could be so important about this damn package? Couldn’t Doug or whatever-his-fucking-name-is deliver it? Man can practically teleport, and here I am, watching as blood loss and hypothermia race to see who can kill me first.”

Gods were you angry. Why had this happened so soon after you had settled in? Finally you had been comfortable in Castle Dimitrescu, no longer as frightened of the residents, even finding them… charming, in a way. Then the Lady of house called to you for what she claimed to be a simple errand. You had believed her, even when she explained that you would have to leave the relative safety of her home. What a fool you had been.

“What a fool she must be,” you murmur, “to think me safe here. To think I could outlast wolfmen prowling the village outskirts.” Would she even care if she saw you now? Would she be surprised, disappointed? Would she do something to change your fate? There was no reason for her to do so. It didn’t matter how much you had helped her, how much she claimed to appreciate what you did (heavy lifting, repair of clothing, massages). You were as replaceable as any other Maiden there was. And that, that was what made you have a double-take. It came to you in that moment, a thought so painful that you could not deny it was the truth. “She never thought I would survive.”

Bitterness coats your tongue, like blood in your throat, and your brain demands that you destroy your cargo, the very thing that got you sent here in the first place. You almost do it. Feet stopping, arms shrugging the carrying straps off, bloody hands taking hold of it. Tears fall, just two, and hit the package. At that moment your plan changed. This new idea would be far, far more satisfying… as long as you succeeded.

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Spite was one hell of a drug. Enough of it and you could march your warm corpse right back to the castle, fist banging on the front door with everything you had. The path had been shorter than you thought, thankfully, but it had still taken so much out of you. Now you were leaning against the door, sliding down it, unable to support your own weight. Nothing inside the castle stirred. Were they ignoring you? Was Alcina really going to let you die inches from your “home”? Fuck that, you thought.

“Alcina!” You scream, loud as you can, startling the birds in the distant trees. The word echoes around you and rattles inside your ribs. It’s not enough. “Damn it, I am seconds away from dying, get out here now so I can look you in your fucking eyes!” Something tears a little in your throat, turning the last of your words into a hellish screech, leaving you to gasp and croak in the snow. You go to wipe your tear-filled eyes with your hands, only to remember just how much blood they’re covered in.

Sobs overtake you in just a few moments. You’re blinded by tears, deafened by sorrows, and numb from all the cold. In the aching seconds before you black out, you can only barely make out the silhouette of someone rushing to your side…

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The first thing you feel when you wake up is mind searing pain. You try to jolt upwards, only to find a pair of strong, gloved hands holding you down. Someone shouts something, but you can’t make it out, and you feel another hand gently squeeze one of your own. Pained gasps escape your throat one after the other, but whatever is hurting you doesn’t stop. It takes a full minute for you to adjust enough to make sense of where you are. At last, you understand what’s being said.

“-it’s okay, shhh, please, we’re trying to help,” says none other than Lady Dimitrescu herself. She’s the one holding your hand, doing her best not to hurt you with her grip, trying desperately to calm you down. One the other side of you, Cassandra is positioned to hold you down. There’s a tight-lipped scowl on her face, and her brow is furrowed, but she’s not looking at your face, but rather eying somewhere in the opposite direction. Following her gaze, you find her older sister is sitting near your injured leg, and is undeniably the source of some of your pain. In one hand she holds a bottle of alcohol (notably not the wine her family produces), the other holding a wet cloth to your wound. No wonder it stings so much.

“Shit, shit, stop,” you growl, barely getting the words out. But all anyone does is look at you. Alcina’s mouth opens to speak, only for you to cut her off. “I’ve got medical training, for the love of Mother Miranda let me help! How long have I been unconscious?” This time Bela stops, glancing at her mother for direction. The grip on your torso grows looser, with Cassandra evidently heeding your words, and you take the chance to sit up, careful not to move your leg. At this point you realize that there’s a needle of sorts in your arm, attached to a tube, which trails up into a blood bag. It’s clearly been improvised with equipment from the “wine-making” part of the castle.

“Fifteen minutes at most,” a new voice chimes, from somewhere behind you. “I got that cloth you wanted, mother, but something tells me I’m not done fetching things.” Ah, Daniela Dimitrescu. Was the whole family helping you?... Why? As much as you wanted answers, there wasn’t (currently) time for questions. Not when one glance at your leg tells you that some of your flesh is rapidly decomposing. The wound was made only an hour ago, and already it was getting deadlier than you could even process.

“I need a sharp, clean knife, a needle with thread, a glass of water, and someone needs to put a metal tool, sterilized, on the stove, right now,” you said, finding it easier to talk now that no one was cleansing your wound. Without hesitation Daniela dispersed into a cloud of insects, heading towards the kitchen, while Cassandra stood up and moved towards the stairs.

“Guess I’ll get the needle,” she said, sounding rather unenthusiastic.

“What are you planning?” Alcina asks, more concerned than you had ever heard her before. Attempting to reassure her, you manage a small smile before explaining.

“Got scratched and slobbered on by a lycan. Whatever they have, it’s infectious. If I want to save my leg, or at least have a chance at surviving, I have to take measures to reduce the likelihood of an infection,” you say. Now Alcina is slowly stroking her thumb across your hand, eyes narrowed with concern. There’s a look on her face that you can’t quite parse, something she’s not saying. For now you ignore it and continue going over your plan. “The best thing would be to amputate. The tourniquet might have helped prevent the saliva from getting further into my body- and I do mean might- but I can’t keep it on forever. Problem is… I don’t want to lose it. God, I’m terrified of that, and with what we have in the castle I… I’d be more likely to die of shock than not. So, well, forget that idea.

“I’m just going to remove the wound. By making a bigger wound. It’s crazy, I know, but this will kill me if we do nothing. It will probably kill me if we do. The technical term is some shit like ‘de-bride-ing’?... No, debridement, I think. Except normally the poor fucker getting cut open is asleep for the procedure.” By the time you’re done, Lady Dimitrescu is looking at you with horror. Yeah, you had a feeling she wouldn’t appreciate the idea. “Look, if this is too much… if it’s not worth saving me, if you’d rather give me a quick death, I understand. If I were-”

“Don’t be foolish, dear. You will not die, not as long as something can be done about it,” Alcina replies, quickly, eager to stop hearing you talk about dying. It’s… strange to hear her sound so confident about saving you, even stranger to realize what she called you. As if reading your thoughts, she shifts in her seat, avoiding your gaze for a moment. Shyness didn’t suit her, and you imagined it was more about her finding the right words. When she speaks, she’s looking right at you again. “I have hesitated to tell you the truth, and now I find the world playing a cruel trick on me, trying to take that which I adore. But I don’t want to aggravate your stress right now. Please, think nothing of what I have said.”

Before you could reply, footsteps reached your ears, and soon enough Daniela returns. In one hand she holds a large pitcher of water. In the other? Several knives, of various sizes, one of which you’re pretty sure you’ve seen Cassandra playing with before. As soon as you see her your face lights up, glad to be able to start the procedure.

“Oh thank fuck- or, I mean, thank you, Lady Daniela,” you stutter, reaching out as she offers you the items. Thankfully Bela had already made room on the table at your side, where she had set the bottle of alcohol down. For a moment you had forgotten that she was there. Had she already known about her mother’s feelings? Based on her lack of reaction, you could only assume that she was well aware. “I’m gonna scream, B-T-dubs. Just, uh, cover your ears?” You offer, already holding your chosen knife (big enough to be effective, small enough to offer precision).

“So… you’re going to do this yourself? Didn’t think you had it in you, red. Try not to cut anything important. Wouldn’t want to have to clean that mess up,” Daniela teases. As soon as she’s finished she has to shift into a swarm, as Bela flat out throws a knife at her. For a moment you freeze, watching as Alcina rises to her full height, staring her eldest daughter down. Behind her, Daniela reforms, clearly using her mother as a shield. “I was just trying to relieve the tension, jeez. It’s like you think she’s already dead.”

“Don’t speak another word!” Alcina snaps, sending a frightening stare towards Daniela. You cough, awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Meanwhile Bela is pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers, clearly tired of dealing with her sister’s sense of humor. “No one will speak a word until this is finished, unless my dear needs something, understood?” Both the girls nod at that, neither feeling a need to risk any further ire.

“I’m just going to start working now,” you awkwardly chime, taking a deep breath before leaning in towards your injured leg. On closer inspection you can see a strange, dark residue in the wound. They’re specks, scattered along the length of it, and they seem more common the closer you look to the gash’s center. Gross, you think. Half curious, half checking for legitimate reasons, you bring your other hand to the cut and gently spread both sides apart. It hurts like hell, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from screaming. But sure enough, the residue is practically solid at the deepest point of the wound. “Those lycans really should be on leashes.”

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Daniela exchange looks with Bela, but neither of them disobey their mother (yet). Shaking the thought away, you finally get to the brunt of the task at hand. Your hand moves slowly, reluctant to inflict such damage against its own body. As soon as the tip of the knife touches your skin, you start to doubt your ability to do this. It takes looking at Alcina, seeing the way she watches you with equal parts concern and tenderness, to remind you why you’re doing this. Death just wasn’t something you could accept right now; not after what she had said, what she had implied.

The knife is fantastically sharp. Hardly any pressure is needed before your flesh gives away, cells letting go of their neighbors like it was a casual affair. You start at the left side of your injury, digging down a little, trying to only go as deep as you needed to. Tears formed in your eyes but you quickly blinked them away. As the first of many screams leaves your mouth, you turn and twist the knife, cutting to the right, then up. Like scooping the seeds out of a pumpkin. Fresh blood springs from the wound, starting to fill up the crevice. Quickly you discard the skin you removed by tossing it into the same bowl that Bela had put a bloody towel in earlier.

“Yes,” you shudder through gritted teeth, “this hurts so fucking bad. No, I don’t need someone to take over yet.” At this point neither of the present sisters are looking at you, seeming oddly uncomfortable at the sight of you cut up like this. Hadn’t they done worse to your fellow Maidens?... Whatever, the thought couldn’t last long when you still had work to do.

Next you take a fresh, damp cloth and dab at your injury, ignoring how it throbbed beneath your touch. Then you resumed cutting, forced to press the knife deeper in order to remove the spreading residue. If you had been a scientist, this would have been utterly fascinating to observe. Whatever had been in the lycan’s saliva was slowly eating at your flesh, but not outright dissolving it. No, it simply left the skin where it was, but killed and rapidly broke it down. Yes, it would have been fascinating, if not for the fact that there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to outpace the bacteria.

With this in mind you force yourself to hold in your next scream, hoping to make it easier for you to focus. The knife continued to cut, going lower, setting nerves alight as it did. Your vision starts to blur, and for a few seconds you think you’re going to black out. Someone says something you don’t hear, and then suddenly there’s a hand on top of your own. When your vision clears you see Bela is responsible, her grip keeping you from dropping the knife. She doesn’t let go until you give her a clear nod. Even then, she seems reluctant to let you continue.

Around this time is when Cassandra returns. Her footsteps catch your attention (it’s your understanding that carrying objects is much harder in swarm mode), and you spare her a quick glance before getting back to work. A few moments later she’s placing a set of needles and a long spool of thread next to you. Ironically, they’re the same tools that you’ve used to repair and adjust Alcina’s dresses over the past year. Hopefully they work just as well on flesh, you think. Your next thoughts are canceled out by unbelievable pain. More cries leave your lips, and your hand starts shaking. Panic is settling in fast, your movements getting sharper, leading you to make a brash decision: Time to care less about precision and more about speed.

“Distract me, please,” you gasp between grunts. No one responds at first, and you know they need clarification. Speaking is getting harder by the second, but you do your best. “Brain can’t process many stimulants, same time. Just- fuck- trace skin around wound, touch hair, anything.” Somewhere between your semi-broken sentences and screams, Alcina gets the message. She’s moving closer, now, behind you, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other rubbing gentle circles on your undamaged leg. Across from you Daniela is too busy pacing to help, though you can hardly blame her.

“Should I get the metal thing from the stove?” Cassandra asks, silently hoping that Dani hadn’t assumed someone else was going to handle that part. You’re still in too much pain to talk, so you half nod half grunt in response. Not bothering to say anything, the middle child takes off, swarm moving at what might be a new speed record.

As much as your hands are shaking, you still manage to cut away another strip of flesh, tossing it aside with even less care than before. This time Bela wipes the wound for you, practically reading your mind. The moment her hands are completely out of the way you start cutting again, crying out, throat shredded to pieces from all your screaming. Alcina sounds like she might be close to sobbing, but she doesn’t stop her movements, doing her best to distract you just like you had asked. Even Bela helps, now, tracing spots around your injury whenever she knows she won’t be in your way. The effect is minor, in the end, hardly making a dent in how much pain you’re processing.

If you survive this, though, you’re hugging every daughter as tight as you can and showering them with affection… but only after you finish doing the same for their mother.

“You are so brave,” Alcina murmurs next to your ear. It’s even clearer now how close she is to crying, her voice seconds away from cracking. Hearing her like this almost hurts as bad as the initial lycan attack did. “You are so strong. No other mortal could ever be your match. Do you understand, my dear? You are blessed, divine, and I love you so much.”

In any other setting, her words would leave you melting in her arms, radiating affection so strongly that you might as well have been radioactive. Instead, you are unable to respond, or even look her way. All you can do is press the knife to your skin again, showing your own feelings by destroying yourself for her.

The blade is starting to find more resistance, and you’re having to pause more often, spots appearing in your vision. Going faster only makes things worse, your hand threatening to slip. You’re determined to finish this, no matter what, but your need to control the situation is gradually making things worse. Alcina notices this before you do, and acts before you have a chance to protest.

“Bela, the knife,” she says, then tightens her grip on your waist. Your confusion shifts to panic as your arm is carefully, but forcefully, pulled away from your wound. “Can you finish the job?” It takes you a few moments to realize that Alcina isn’t talking to you. No, she’s speaking to her eldest daughter, who doesn’t hesitate to take the knife away from you. It’s so easy for her, between her strength and your weakness. “Don’t struggle. Let us finish this.”

Protests rise from your throat and die in your mouth. Pain flares harder now that Bela isn’t distracting you. Once more your vision goes dark, but this time there’s no pause, no hesitation. You are suffering, horribly, and the Dimitrescu family refuses to make you hurt longer than necessary. It’ll be over soon, you think, not knowing whether you refer to your pain or your life itself.

Something wet drops onto the back of your neck, then darkness overtakes you…

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“Damn those lycans, I should string Heisenberg up myself! They’re his responsibility, after all,” Lady Dimitrescu snarls, trying to ignore the tears in her eyes. Now that you’re unconscious, unable to hear what ails her, she feels free to voice her thoughts. “The damn things should never have come close to the path to the village.”

“What if she strayed from the path? Wouldn’t that explain it?” Bela suggests, even as her hands work to remove what seems to be the last piece of dead/infected flesh from your leg. She hates how the words feel in her mouth, hates suggesting that you of all people might have betrayed her mother’s trust. But it makes sense. After all, this whole mess, with you leaving the castle to retrieve a mysterious package, was all a test to see if you would try to run. It hadn’t been her idea, and Bela admitted to herself that she thought it was unnecessary.

“On the way back? Why would she bother getting the package if she intended to run?” Lady Dimitrescu asks, right as Cassandra returns. The middle child is practically juggling the metal spatula she’s carrying, irritated (not harmed) by the heat it produced. One of her brows perks up when she hears the conversation, but she keeps any thoughts she has to herself.

“Just a thought, mother, I didn’t quite believe it myself,” Bela chimes, after a pause. With that said she holds up her hand with pride, clutching between her fingers the last of the decaying flesh. The way the others react, one might have thought that a miracle had been performed. Daniela clapped her hands together, giggling a little, and finally stopped her pacing. “Don’t celebrate too much, now,” Bela reminded her, taking the spatula from Cassandra as she did. “There’s still plenty to do. It’s a good thing she’s not awake for this part.”

A good thing, indeed. She uses her fingers to spread the remaining skin a little, giving a quick examination, then deciding that she had successfully removed all remaining residue. Keeping her fingers where they were, she pressed the side of the spatula to your skin, putting the most pressure at the center of the wound. Three seconds passed, then she lifted her hand. A pause. She pressed it back into place, keeping a close eye on the affected area. This repeated several times, the gaps being necessary to prevent unintentional damage. Once the wound seemed properly closed she set the spatula aside.

“Is that it?... Did we save her?” Daniela asks, opting to finally sit down in a nearby chair. Something about her word choice makes both of her sisters scoff.

“I could sew it closed, as a precaution, but there’s no way I’d do it the way she had intended. It might be best to just give her time to rest, and see what she thinks when she gets back up,” Bela answers. For a moment her words hang in the air, but eventually Alcina gives a little nod and a hum.

“Very well. I shall carry her to my quarters, where she won’t be disturbed. Please, let one of the Maidens know to bring some food up this evening,” Alcina says, gently taking you into her arms as she does…

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BAD ENDING: It’s been six hours, with no sign of you waking up. Your other wounds had been examined, cleaned, and bandaged. Food had been carefully prepared and brought up to you, though it now remained on the bedside table, untouched. Alcina has gone to call Mother Miranda, intending to speak to her about the growing unrest of the lycans, as Heisenberg hadn’t answered his phone. For the first time since you returned you are alone. It is now, of all times, that you awaken. A gasp sends you into a coughing spree, forcing you into a sitting position. The space around you feels like it's moving, and your vision blurs. Blood spills from your mouth as you finally regain the ability to breathe.

Seconds later your vision clears, but what you see is enough to make you wish you couldn’t. The blood that spilled onto the sheets is a dark red… with even darker spots scattered throughout it. All at once you know what happened: Residue had hidden from you, or gone deeper than your wound, infecting you before you ever stood a chance. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but something deeper starts calling to you. Something older. Darker. It drags you to your feet, ignores the pain of your wounds, and sends you out the bedroom door.

Your mind is racing, thoughts never quite clear enough for you to understand. It doesn’t feel like you’re in control of your own movements. Was something else in charge, or were you operating on an infection powered autopilot? Answers weren’t coming, just bloodshed.

“You’re not supposed to be out of bed yet!” A voice calls out to you, making you turn to investigate. On the other end of the hallway is a maiden, one you instantly recognize. You’ve worked with her before, plenty of times, tag-teaming more tasks than you could count. She was like a sister to you. When she sees the blood staining your clothes, she gasps, then moves to support you. “Please, Lady Dimitrescu will be so upset if you-” her words melt into a blood curdling scream. For a moment you don’t understand.

And then you swallow, a chunk of hot meat slipping down your throat, and the scream dies down.

“What?...” You whisper, finally tasting the blood in your mouth, watching as your friend’s body falls to the floor. There’s a chunk of flesh missing from her neck, and the dots connect themselves in your head. You did that. Every part of you wants to scream, wants to cry out and beg someone to come kill you. Instead you fall to your knees, hard, uncaring. Your hands move themselves, grasping at the still warm corpse. Something has made you stronger, or at the very least removed the mental limits that kept you from destroying yourself. Flesh gives under your touch, tearing like paper, and you start crying as it reaches your mouth.

Footsteps approach, thundering fast, and you want to warn whoever it is. When you turn to look, you feel your hands let go of your meal. Your gaze meets that of a stunned Cassandra Dimitrescu, then drifts to the sickle in her hand.

“Kill me,” you growl, voice distorted, practically echoing. “Kill me now!” Not needing to be told a third time, Cassandra moves lightning quick, swarm-jumping forward before manifesting behind you, sickle dragging across your throat in one smooth motion. But it’s not enough. She realizes this, though, and slams her foot into your back, sending you tumbling forward. It’s enough to prevent you from countering, which gives her time to advance again, this time pulling a knife from her boot and driving it into the center of your back. When you scream, it’s not with your own voice, but that of a monster.

“Fucking fuck, what the fuck, red?” Daniella asks as she rounds the corner, eyes immediately landing on your bloodsoaked mouth. She’s quick to take in the scene, drawing a conclusion easily, even if it breaks her heart a little. Your vision fades as she approaches, and you know that it’s finally over. If only you had expired a few seconds earlier… because the last thing you hear is the startled cry of your would-be lover.

“No! No, darling, what happened-” Alcina finishes her sentence, but you do not hear it. You do not hear anything, anymore. You do not know it… but there will be hell to pay for your death.

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GOOD ENDING: When you awake, you find yourself in the softest sheets you’ve ever touched, a warm and familiar presence next to you. The first thing you see is Alcina’s sleeping face next to your own. She’s on her side, one arm around your waist, the covers pulled up to her hip. Warmth fills your chest as you take in the sight. For a few moments you just… appreciate this. Never before had you imagined that you would get to wake up next to the woman you loved so much. A sigh, one of bliss, leaves your lips. Slowly you move forward, gently placing a kiss to Alcina’s cheek. Seconds later her eyelids flutter open, and she tiredly takes you in.

“You’re… awake,” she murmurs, hardly awake herself. But her fatigue doesn’t last long. As soon as she’s fully processed the situation her eyes go wide. Then she’s pulling you closer, careful not to hurt you, and peppering little kisses over your face. “I’ve been so worried, dear. You scared us so much.” The hurt in her voice leaves you restless, making you curl up against her, desperate to soothe her worries. Moving hurts a little, but not enough to dissuade you from your goal.

“I’m sorry, love,” you say, tears pricking your eyes. “I’m okay, I’m alive, the plan worked out. You don’t have to fret for me anymore. I won’t leave you, I promise.” Slowly but surely, Alcina calms, exchanging kisses for softly running her fingers through your hair. There’s such love in her eyes that you can hardly believe you aren’t dreaming. “You’re amazing, Alcina. I could stay like this all day.”

“Maybe we should,” she offers, chuckling a little. Once again you give her a quick kiss, unable to resist the urge. “I should have never asked you to leave. I should have just trusted you.” The words give you pause, and you tilt your head in confusion. Realizing that you still didn’t know the full story, Alcina frowns. “The package is worthless, just a bundle of straw and a few rocks for weight. It was never what I cared about.”

Tension builds in your chest, and for a few seconds you have no idea how to react. It takes a minute for you to think, to connect the dots, but once you do it’s a tad bit easier to breathe. A scowl twists your lips as you think of what to say.

“If I had known that Heisenberg was forgoing his duties, I never would have sent you outside,” Alcina adds, the silence taking its toll on her.

“You shouldn’t have sent me either way,” you respond, bitterly, thinking of all that you had seen and heard on your journey. “I would have done anything to prove to you how I feel. There are other ways to show devotion- far less dangerous ways, at that.”

“I know, dear. You have every right to be angry… and watching you suffer has taught me all that I need to know,” Alcina says, still playing with your hair, trying to ease the tension. As upset as you about this recent revelation… it’s not enough to change how you feel about her, and you want her to understand that, fully and completely.

So you lean into her touch, let your eyes drift close for a moment, then softly place one of your arms around her as best as you can.

“We’ll need to talk about this more… just not right now. Right now, I need you, Alcina. I need to hold you, and be held by you, and just know that you’re here. That I’m here. That neither of us are going anywhere,” you say, resting your forehead against hers. “I need to feel safe, and your arms are the safest place I can imagine. Stay here with me?”

“It will be the easiest thing I have ever done.”

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #tw blood #tw self harm #tw cannibalism #blood blood blood oops #I wrote this instead of sleeping because my hands cannot be stopped #typeity type type type #sorry if the formatting is off #i'm trying the new editor or whatever #if it's fucked I'll fix it whenever I wake up

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sukiglycerin · 4 years

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13 minutes || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero (therefore aged up)!katsuki bakugou x fem manager!reader

* genre: pro-hero!au, smut, this is the longest warning section i’ve ever written, mainly pwp, fluff at the end :>

* words: 2,266 of all this fiLTH

* warnings: AGED UP KATSUKI, ugh tumblr deleted my super long tags so now i must redo them, this is very long & filthy, whew let's go, dom!katsuki, sub!reader, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, office sex, reader is bent over the desk ofc, master/sir kink, a little pet play (he calls reader pet/kitten), dirty talk, degradation, fingering, breast/nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm denial (how contradicting), cunnilingus (f receiving), cum eating (both ends), talks of safeword/colour system but no actual usage, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls use protection irl!!), creampie, reader is kinda masochistic, pussy slapping, crying sex (no angst here tho), hair-pulling (m receiving if it matters), implied subspace, aftercare !! the best part !!

* a/n: so tumblr messed up sO much while i tried to post this, so i hope you like this! ty @toishi for sticking with me and all of my ramblings while writing this! (and ofc @dylanxmin for her lovely support!!) this is a VERY spicy thing, and almost had actual plot before i cut it out. if you like this, i may do a fluffier pt 2!! enjoy!

being a pro-hero's manager has its perks. the pay's good, the coworkers are pleasant, and travelling is pretty fun. to you, the best part is that you get to see your boyfriend of three years every day.

you've been dating pro-hero ground zero secretly, and you happen to be his manager. honestly, the latter came first in chronological order, but that doesn't matter anyway.

you first encountered ground zero (or as he was called back then, katsuki bakugou) during your time in the business course at ua. he bumped into you quite ungracefully, cursed at you, pushed past you, then let a startled but apologetic kirishima to apologize. it was fate, in kirishima's words.

such fate led you to manage ground zero five years ago, after slowly climbing your way up from managing smaller heroes to finally reaching the popular ones. bakugou had been the only popular hero with a manager opening; you learned why soon after being hired.

the spiky haired hero had a short fuse and a tendency to cuss. he was picky, indecent, and often reckless with his public image; the calmest you'd ever seen him was when he blew up villains and screaming "die."

however, things change - things change a lot. five years later, you're here: katsuki mumbling sweet things into the crook of your neck as his hands tease the waistband of your pencil skirt.

"katsuki, we can't- you have a meeting in fift- hng-!"

his lips find yours quickly, effectively quieting you down. you're sitting on katsuki's desk - a polished cherry wood thing that took too many weeks to find - as he towers above you, pinning you to your spot.

katsuki pauses, and pulls back, licking his lips. "sounds like a you problem."

"we really can't, this meeting is really important-" bakugou's fingers nimbly find their way under your skirt, deadly close to your panties. he really isn’t paying attention to you.

"and i'm the star of the show, the number one pro-hero-" if he hears you mutter 'that's midoriya,' he ignores you and continues, "-aren't i the most important one here?" his fingers rub your clothed clit, smirking at your audible gasp.

"k-katsuki, no-" you know he can feel the wet patch growing on your panties; from the way his determined eyes lock on yours, you know he won't be finished until you are too.

"how long do we have now, love?”

"thirteen minutes, but-"

"you're going to cum for me three times in the thirteen minutes we have."

it's not a question; it's a fact. you are going to cum three times in the next fifteen minutes.

“once on my fingers,” he puts a finger up, “once on my tongue,” another finger, “and once on my cock. the only thing you have to worry your pretty head about-“ he leans in close to your ear, voice dropping a couple octaves, “-is keeping quiet enough.”

his fingers push your panties to the side with ease and play teasingly with your wet folds. he circles your clit with his middle finger slowly, dragging out each languid movement with a smirk on his face. you flush at the lewd, wet noises he elicits from your pussy. you know that his fingers are coated in your arousal.

you look down in embarrassment, gripping the edge of the desk, and stare at the cotton material of your pencil skirt.

"slut." the word is spat from katsuki's mouth. his hand holds your chin; his touch barely ghosts your skin, but the command still exudes dominance. he tips his hand up, so you're looking into his intense eyes.

"look at me, slut." the word is emphasized by the plunging of three fingers in your wet core. you whine, unprepared by the sudden intrusion. your legs move uncomfortably against the fabric of your skirt, which restricts you from spreading open your legs wider. you want to clamp down on katsuki's hand, but you know that that won't end well.

"patience, kitten." either by intuition or his own frustration, he speaks up gruffly. "all in due time." his thumb starts to knead your aching bud as he thrusts in and out, knuckle deep in your pussy. glancing at the clock, he grows impatient, quickly attempting to unbutton your blouse before ripping off the rest entirely. you'd normally protest - you liked that blouse - but you find yourself falling short of words at the pressure on your pussy. katsuki goes at a more rigorous pace, thrusting fast and deep while his free hand snakes itself under your bra to play with your nipple. the added stimulation has you keening to his touch, suddenly aware of his every touch. he pulls your bra cup down, freeing your breast and bending down to to encapsulate the hardened bud in his mouth. his tongue circles your areola and flicks your nipple; meanwhile, his pace on your pussy hasn't relented.

soon, you feel the telltale feelings of pleasure bubbling through your body. you tense against him, gasping out his name and clawing at his back. your knees buckle as your climax washes over you, making your body go limp in his hand. bakugou lets go of your nipple with a popping noise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his other hand pulls out, and he outstretches three cum-soaked fingers to you, an unspoken code for "suck." you open your mouth obediently, sucking your salty juices off his slim digits.

"fuck," he cusses, eyes blown out wide in lust. "so fuckin' obedient for me, hm? such a fuckin' whore for your master."

you let go of the fingers in your mouth and nod.

his non-wet fingers grip the bottom of your skirt. "off. now."

"yes, master." you feel his eyes pierce you, watching you unzip your skirt and panties and let them pool around your legs. he holds you steady as you step out of the garments and toss them to the side.

"sit up." he taps the desk lightly.

"it'll get w-w-"

"did i stutter?"

"n-no, master."

he hums while you acquaint your bottom with the cold, hard wood of his desk.

"colour system, love?" his voice gets soft and he breaks the hard persona. his eyes are gentle, searching yours for any speck nervousness or hesitancy.

"green for 'i'm good, keep going,' yellow for 'slow down,' and red for 'stop.'"

"and if you can't speak?"

"three taps for red, two for yellow."

"what's your colour right now?"

"green, master."

his face hardens at the title. "always a good pet for me, aren't you?"

you nod. "yessir."

he spares another glance at the clock on the wall. "you're going to be a fucking good slut for master in the next 7 minutes, understand?"

"y-yessir."

"what was that, pet?"

"yessir."

"better be. spread." his fingers gesture to your legs.

he kneels before you, your drenched core spread out and on display for him at eye-level.

"so wet," he marvels, making your face heat up. like this, you're completely exposed to him; your breasts free from your bra, nipples hard against the cool air, and your pussy glistening under the light of his office.

he licks a long stripe up your folds, testing the waters. by now, the original intensity of your previous orgasm had worn off; despite this, when his tongue met your clit, you found yourself reaching for his hair, gripping it tightly. he groans into your pussy, poking his appendage through your folds and administrating kitten licks up and down your inner lips to slurp up whatever juices were left. the teasing doesn't last for long, however. he starts to suck harshly on your clit, making you buck into his face in overstimulation and surprise. you cry out at his unceasing ministrations, tugging on his hair and your toes curling. the overstimulation is too much; pain mixed with white hot pleasure blinds you. the lips closed against your clit go hard; you're not even sure how katsuki can breathe going at such a pace. the pain starts to blend into pure pleasure. you throw your arm over your mouth in attempt to stifle your noises, eyes shut tight. you feel tears line your eyes as you cum again, katsuki's tongue pressed flat against your pussy. the pleasure is five times more intense now; you cry out, sure anyone standing outside heard, and clutch katsuki's hair as you recover from your orgasm. your pussy convulses violently, and you pant in a similar manner.

"k-katsuki- master- i-" you breathe hard.

"one more for me, okay?" he rasps into your ear. "i know you can take it, kitten. so good for me..." his chin and lips shine with your essence.

you nod, spreading your sore legs further apart.

"colour?" he checks, hands starting to reach for his belt.

"green."

he nods and unbuckles, pulling his pants and boxers down to reveal his cock. katsuki leans in, hot breath fanning against you as he peppers kisses on your clavicle.

"you're gonna be a good cocksleeve for master, yeah? gonna be all fuckin' tight and wet for me?"

you whimper a shaky "yes," the head of his cock nudging your folds.

he eases his full length into you, the stretch always being something you always need to get used to. katsuki's not particularly girthy, but for what he lacks in girth he makes up in sheer length. he pushes in gently; it's clear on his face he wants nothing more than to ravage you, but he understands your needs.

"f-fuck," you gasps as he bottoms out.

"ring ring ring," the tone of katsuki's phone rings through the room.

you lean over the desk, reading the caller id.

"it's horikoshi corp?" you say to katsuki.

"pick it up." there's a mischievous gleam in his eyes, but there's no time to dwell on it before you pick up the call.

"is this the office of ground zero?" a male voice asks through the line.

"yessir-" katsuki starts moving inside you, to which you bite your lip. "h-how can i help you?"

"this is regarding the meeting scheduled for today?"

"y-yes?" you gasp, flinging a hand over your mouth as bakugou starts thrusting into your core roughly.

"i'm terribly sorry to say this, but it appears that our boss has come down with food poisoning from lunch."

"don't- don't worry about it-" your knuckles are white gripping the edge of the desk, and you're slightly bent over it.

katsuki continues to hammer into you, speed increasing quickly.

"could we reschedule to friday, at 1:30pm?"

your mind skims through katsuki's friday schedule. "u-um... y-yes-! that can be arranged..." you're not sure if he can hear the wet slapping noises coming from your end of the line - but the thought of him knowing your dirty deeds with katsuki made you even wetter.

"alright, thank you!" the man sounds relieved. "goodbye."

"bye!" you half slam the phone down on the receiver, chest heaving.

"it's your lucky day, huh, kitten?" katsuki purrs smoothly.

you nod, pressing yourself onto his desk so you're bent over it for him.

"such a fucking slut," you can hear the pride in his voice. "you like that, yeah? i can feel you clenching all around me. you're my fuckin' cockslut, right?"

your head bobs rapidly up and down. "yes, master- i'm-" you feel the familiar heat start to bubble in the pit of your stomach.

"don't you dare fucking cum yet," he growls in your ear, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust.

he presses you even harder into the desk, your breasts pushed up against the cold wood.

"k-katsuki...!”

"my little pain slut, isn't that right?"

"y-yes-! f-fuck, master-"

he slaps your clit, making a loud, wet sound resound through the room.

it almost sends you over the edge. almost.

"don't- cum-" katsuki grunts in between thrusts.

you're so close it almost hurts. the pleasure overwhelms you; you shut your eyes tight to distract yourself, but you can only hear the sound of katsuki's heavy breaths and his cock slamming into you.

"katsuki- master- please, i can't-" tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. the pleasure is just too much, beating into you incessantly.

"you can, and you will," he orders, voice firm.

"k-ka- ka-" you blubber, tears dropping from your cheeks. you know you won't be able to hold it much longer; your pussy aches in need of release. "pl- pl, ka-"

"cum." it was the only word you needed to find yourself toppling off the edge, euphoria rippling over you violently. tears stream down your cheeks, cum gushing from your heat. you're as limp as a doll in katsuki's arms, slumped against his desk. your pussy throbs, contracting violently - somewhere amidst your orgasm, katsuki had finished as well. your cheeks are wet, blouse thrown somewhere on the ground. your breathing is shaky as katsuki picks you up, stroking your hair delicately.

"hey, honey," he kisses your forehead softly.

you mumble incoherently, eyes drooping shut.

"you did so well for me... i didn't hurt you, did i?"

"no, 'suki.... 's good.... i liked it a lot..." you nuzzle into him, his body warmth comforting. katsuki smells of vanilla and caramel, a sweet combination that feels undeniably like home.

you don't remember many of the next events well; everything blurs into a haze. you feel him gently thumbing your tears away, slipping your skirt and panties on and buttoning up one of his extra dress shirts on you.

the last thing you hear is a gentle "i love you," and before you know it, you're drifting asleep.

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friction | iii - knj (m)

genre: office au, romance, smut rating: explicit // 18+ pairing: kim namjoon x reader word count: 4.5k suggested listening: better - boa | up no more - twice | temptations - boa | mmmh - KAI | playlist warnings: explicit language, explicit/casual sex, masturbation, enemies to lovers, light bondage, light dom/sub, sex toys summary: your pesky and overworked assistants meddle in your relationship with your sexy rival -- kim namjoon -- and find themselves caught in the crosshairs of love and all-out war. notes: this is one of my favorite pieces i've written! i hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. content is too hot to put above the fold, so go ahead & dive in. ;) finale & last chapter coming next week. encouragement favs & kudos help! :') navigation: ch. i | ch. ii | ch. iii | finale | m.list | ao3

“Namjoon...what kind of game are we playing?”

You smile through the question -- because no, it couldn’t be true that Namjoon tied you to his bed and left you there. The vibrator in your underwear suddenly changes speeds, and your mind is immediately drawn away from the thought.

“N-Namjoon?”

Your nipples stand up from the stimulation below, and your wrists twiddle around in your restraints. Your toes press into the bed and you gasp as the vibration grows a tick more intense.

You groan at the fact that you’re unable to control your pleasure, and you wriggle around the mattress trying to find some form of release.

The vibrator slows down for the first time and you whine as you toss your head side-to-side out of frustration.

Your eyes are shrouded in black -- still no sense of time or space around you. Your interview with Yoongi was definitely today, and you gasp as you recall.

Suddenly, it dawns on you that Namjoon removed your smartwatch before he tied your wrists to the bedpost.

“Okay Google, f-fuck,” You groan, biting your lip.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t quite get that.” Your watch responds, and you continue to whine and tug at your restraints -- nearing the peak of your release.

“Okay Google, what time is the event: my interview with Yoongi?” You plead, gritting the question through your teeth.

“The event: your interview with Yoongi was at nine A.M.”

“What time is it now?” You ask, feeling your underwear start to dampen.

“It’s nine forty-five A.M. Is there anything else I can help you with?” Google inquires. You whine before the watch shuts back off from a lack of response.

Just as you’re at the tip of release, the vibrator cycles through a variety of speeds repeatedly, and you feel a gloss of tears form over your eyes.

Your desire for relief causes you to hump the air, but you yelp when the vibrator kicks to top speed -- erupting your body into a bright, white heat.

The sounds of your frantic breaths start to fill your skull -- your throat running dry from your moans. The vibrator was still going, and you whine, knowing that it meant you were at rock bottom again before you could reach another release.

Despite this, your senses now seemed to be heightened -- your body aware of every neuron within and around it. You could now sense the earthy breeze coming in through the bedroom’s slightly ajar balcony door; your body slick from the heat you formed working your way up to an orgasmic release.

You could feel sweat droplets trickle down your skin -- and you notice the remnants of Namjoon’s cologne in the space.

After a moment you realize Namjoon really is gone.

The smell of his cologne floating in the air was always the last step in his routine before he left for work.

✹✹✹

Namjoon waits outside of Yoongi’s office, looking down and studying his phone.

The screen has a choice of three buttons to press: low, medium and high -- and he toggles between the three quickly. He looks up and sees Yoongi approaching him, and Namjoon’s fingers hesitate over a final button. His thumb settles on high and he presses it, his lips curling into a slight smirk.

“I’m ready. You comin’ in?” Yoongi asks, hanging out from his glass doorframe.

“Yeah, totally. I’m all set.” Namjoon replies, clicking his phone off and slipping the device into the front pocket of his slacks. He grabs his leather portfolio and stands up, making his way into Yoongi’s office.

Namjoon sits down and crosses one leg over another, looking over a few notes in his portfolio.

“So, before we get started...do you know where your Vegas partner in crime is? Haven’t heard from her today. It’s so unlike her.” Yoongi states, looking at his watch.

“She was actually supposed to be my first CEO interview this morning.” He mentions, sucking his teeth in disappointment.

“That is strange. I’m not sure. She just might be tied up with something at the moment, I suppose?” Namjoon shrugs as he responds before looking up at Yoongi.

“Maybe...” Yoongi’s eyes drift into his head to think, but he shakes his head and focuses back on Namjoon.

✹✹✹

Your ears perk up as you hear footsteps in the hall and you start to gently tug at your silky binds.

“Namjoon...?” You inquire in a low, scratchy voice -- nearly breathless. You feel his weight compress the bed and you press your head back into the pillow.

Another wave of warmth starts to fill your body as his finger traces a straight line from the top of your abdomen to your bellybutton. You quickly heave as you try to anticipate where his fingers will land, and you moan as he reaches into your underwear.

“You’re soaked,” Namjoon comments, pushing the vibrator closer to your clit, causing you to arch your back off the bed.

“Let me g-“ Before you’re able to protest, you let out a pleasurable cry as the speed increases on the vibrator. You bite your lip as more moans try to escape your lips.

The sensations coursing through your body send you into an elusive wave of pleasure that washes over you for the sixth time that afternoon. You hum before your body jerks up furiously from the overstimulation and ends in a tremble.

After your comedown you’re only able to lay still as your chest heaves, and Namjoon slips the silk ties from your wrists.

You groan at the relief, your wrists tender from the restraints. You feel his lips tenderly kiss and soothe your wrists, and you use your now-free hands to lead him down toward your lips.

You kiss him passionately, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

You feel him remove his wool coat and toss it to the ground, the warmth of his body enveloping you as he climbs on top of you.

“Ow-” He suddenly feels a hard nip at his lip and he looks down at you, watching you remove your blindfold.

“Are you happy you made me miss my interview?” You snap as you glare up at him, shoving his chest away from you. You reach into your underwear and slam the vibrator onto the night table.

“Classic asshole move,” You grumble, reaching to the floor and slipping your body into your skirt.

“Fuck, baby. Please,” Namjoon dabs at his lip with his finger, looking at the slight blood on his fingertip.

You throw your suit jacket on followed by your coat and heels as he sits up on the edge of the bed. He tries to grab your wrist, but you whip around to look at him.

“You used me. You’re insane. Let me go.” You grit through your teeth.

Namjoon looks at you in shock, his eyes wide.

“You made me miss something I’ve been working for my entire life. Endless nights -- alone to get where I am. I can’t believe I let a few nights with you rob me of that.” You scoff as you think about it, loosening your wrist from his grip.

“God. Don’t speak to me ever again.” You say firmly before you leave the room. He reaches his hand out in vain behind you, watching you walk away.

“You know what? I’m the insane one...” You mumble to yourself, your heels clicking across the wood floor as you head toward the front door.

✹✹✹

The next night, your eyes focus on your computer screen -- the familiar blue light illuminating your tired eyes. You couldn’t move or blink, feeling imprisoned by the thoughts from the copious amount of interactions for the last nine hours.

Taehyung’s typing outside of your door finally comes into focus, and you sigh -- inhaling first, and then blowing out air from your mouth to release some of the tension from the day.

You throw your head back in your chair and it leans back halfway, a slight release occurring in your tight muscles.

You lick your lips and it brings the slightest twinge of arousal to the top of your thoughts.

Normally, Namjoon’s lips would be buried between your thighs right now -- but not tonight. If you couldn’t have Namjoon by night, it was before work or for a quick afternoon romp. That of course wasn’t the case anymore, and you sigh.

You bite your lip to distract yourself from the thought, and Taehyung raps on the glass of your door.

“Excuse me...sorry to interrupt. Your meeting with Yoongi is in about five minutes, so you might want to head up.” Taehyung looks at you, and you can tell he’s forlorn at your situation.

“Great, thanks Tae.” You nod as you sit up, refusing to hold eye contact with him to avoid feeling any further regret than you already did.

You shut down your computer and gather your things, throwing your coat over your forearm.

“Have a good night.” You say quietly, and Taehyung waves at you as you slowly walk off, head hung low.

✹✹✹

As you wait for Yoongi to return, your eyes scan the glimmering cityscape. You look down and swallow, the appeal of this office -- this view -- not as glamorous as it seemed a few months ago.

“Sorry about that. Had to use the men’s room really quickly.” Yoongi mentions as he closes his door, and circles back around to his desk.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” He sits and stares at you as he awaits a response.

You twiddle with your fingers in your hands, a nail depressing into the flesh of your skin.

“I...” You bite your lip as you feel tears well into your eyes.

“It’s just so unlike you to throw an opportunity like this away.” Yoongi prods, and you look up at him.

“I know. I’m so ashamed.” You respond, your voice trembling.

Yoongi sighs in disappointment, his fingers drumming the table.

“I-I was hoping for another-“ You start, and Yoongi shakes his head.

“You know I can’t do that. Don’t put me in that position. There are so many qualified people applying for this role.” He says, shaking his head again. “You were my top choice and you just didn’t show up. That tells me that you’re just not ready to handle the pressures of this position -- that you’re not taking it seriously. You can never have an off day leading a company of this size and scale. Do you understand that?” He says firmly and you nod, swallowing your tears down your throat.

“No. I do understand, Sir. Thank you for your time.” You stand up and collect your things and bow deeply to him.

Yoongi lets out a deep sigh in disappointment as you walk out.

You take large strides as you make your way to the elevator bank.

As soon as you hear the ding of a car, silent, hot tears flow down your face and you sob.

✹✹✹

The next morning you head toward the kitchen in your office, the sound of your heels echoing throughout the silent hall.

You open a drawer and reach for a Keurig cup -- choosing an Irish coffee flavor. You purse your lips, figuring its the closest you’ll get to alcohol this early in the morning.

You press the cup into the coffee maker, and you hear the machine pierce the plastic container. You hear the coffee start to flow into the paper cup, and you make your way to look at the city from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

You hear another set of footsteps, and you turn around to see Jimin. You knew he was Namjoon’s assistant, but he seemed to dress sharply for his role despite that.

Jimin stops in his tracks as he notices you staring at him, and he approaches the other coffee maker cautiously.

“Uhm, good morning,” Jimin says, his voice rising at the end of his greeting. He pulls a cup from a stack, looking at you.

“You’re Namjoon’s assistant, right?” You ask, folding your arms across your chest.

Your eyes were somehow incredibly intimidating in the moment, and it causes Jimin to shrink in your presence.

“Can you deliver a message to your boss for me?” You ask, raising an eyebrow and grabbing your cup.

Jimin gives you a silent nod as he stands frozen in position.

“Tell your boss he’s a fucking asshole.” You say cooly, blowing the steam from your cup as you stomp off.

The air returns to Jimin’s lungs, and he sighs as he rests his hands on the cool counter.

✹✹✹

“Sir, I have a message for you,” Jimin says, rapping at Namjoon’s office door.

“Not now Jimin.” Namjoon says curtly, continuing to write on the piece of paper in front of him.

“It’s an important message. It cannot wait.” Jimin says firmly.

“Fine, go ahead.” Namjoon sighs, sitting back in his chair.

“The CMO asked me to let you know...” Namjoon perks up, his eyes growing wide. “She asked me to let you know...”

Namjoon’s eyes grow dark, his stare turning into a cold impatience.

“Just say it, Jimin.” Namjoon demands, tossing his gold pen onto the table.

“Uhm,” Jimin hesitates, but bites his lip once he sees the look on Namjoon’s face. “She said to tell you that...um, and I quote: you’re a fucking asshole.” Jimin cringes as he says it, running back to his seat.

Namjoon sighs and clenches his jaw before he runs his hands through his hair. He chuckles out of frustration as he leans back, looking around his office.

✹✹✹

Taehyung’s phone rings, and he immediately picks up the line.

“God Taehyungie, it’s really bad over here,” Jimin whispers at the other side of the line.

“No, I know. I had to stay until eight last night helping her. She seemed pretty upset.” Taehyung sighs.

“Same here. She told me to tell him that he was a fucking asshole,” Taehyung gasps on the other end. “Normally they’re together, but now they’re both pushing themselves into overdrive at the office instead.” Jimin groans.

One of Taehyung’s vacant phone lines starts to blink.

“Hold on a sec Jiminie,” Taehyung presses the line and he nods as he hears the voice on the other end.

“Okay, yes. 63rd floor. Sure.” He smiles a bit and a glimmer of hope swells in his heart.

“I have to go.” He tells Jimin, hanging up the phone.

“Uhm, miss. Looks like someone is really sorry,” Taehyung says, watching a delivery man hand you a bouquet.

The bouquet screams sorry, the vase filled to the brim with a dizzying array of roses, tulips, lilies and orchards.

You roll your eyes as you see a small card tucked into the flowers: From Namjoon, and set the glass vase on your desk. You toss the card into the trash before diving back into your work, but Taehyung holds his hand up.

The delivery man enters again, this time with two large, differing bouquets: one of one hundred decadent red roses -- the exact number of days you’d been together with Namjoon before you split.

Another bouquet arrives of one hundred pink, white and yellow roses, and you inhale the scent of the flowers as its set in front of you.

You’re unable to process the moment as the man brings in seven more bouquets -- your office filled to the brim with a floral aroma. You close your eyes and inhale the scent of the flowers once more, the look in your eyes forlorn.

Taehyung looks at you with a soft smile, but he watches you quickly come to -- returning yourself to a state of anger.

“The monthly board meeting is in about three minutes as well,” Taehyung’s voice registers in your head, and you look up at him and nod.

You tippytoe and step over the array of flowers lining the floor to leave your office -- making your way down the hall.

✹✹✹

You lean against a wall outside of the conference room, and you check your watch as you wait for people to arrive.

A man in a crisp grey and white checked suit walks down the hall. His black hair is slicked back over his head, and a small wisp of carefully placed hair sits over one of his eyes.

“Excuse me? Jackson?” You squeal, approaching the man.

Jackson turns his head your way and a smile envelops his face.

“My god, look at you?” You bite your lip, slicking your fingers over the fabric of his suit. “You’ve fucking made it to the big leagues, Wang.” You giggle, continuing to look him over.

“Look at you,” He throws the phrase back your way, his bright black eyes scanning your curves. He’d been after you for years and was fully basking in your attention.

Namjoon finally arrives, staring directly at you as he walks past the two of you. He watches people leave the room from the previous meeting, but his eyes dart back over to focus on you and Jackson.

Your giggles fill the hall as you and Jackson interact, and Namjoon feels jealously boil in his blood. After all, you were tied to his bed -- fully his, just a few weeks ago. You weren’t his anymore, but the sexy visions of all of the moments you shared were overtaking his thoughts: your silhouette in the shower, the water trickling from your body underneath the searing Vegas sun, the two of you hooking up repeatedly -- unable to get enough of each other.

The memories of your moans were tangible enough to feel on his lips, and he clenches his jaw as he watches the two of you.

Your eyes float over to Namjoon, and Jackson notices as he follows your eyes.

“Ah, trying to make him jealous?” Jackson smiles as you look at him quickly, and then back to Namjoon. “It can be our little secret.” He whispers, nudging you in the arm before you shake your head.

You glare at Namjoon and roll your eyes before you focus a smile back at Jackson. Jackson pats you on your lower back, lightly guiding you into the conference room.

✹✹✹

As you enter, you pick a seat near the front of the room, and you subtly watch Namjoon hesitate to pick a seat. He exhales from his nose before he gets the gusto to sit across the table from you. You glower at him, and he smirks, satisfied with himself.

“So, the agenda was established previous to this meeting. Let’s just hop right in.” Yoongi starts, flipping through a few papers before him.

“First thing’s first. As you all know, we’re looking to lock a new CEO by the end of the year. That’s going to be challenging with the holidays, but I promise you we’re close,” He slams his fist on the table.

“God dammit, the next person could very well be right here in this room.” He points around the room and smiles, looking everyone over as the room erupts in a light chuckle.

Namjoon leans back in his chair with an air of arrogance, his fingers drumming on the table.

You angrily squeeze the pen in your hand, and look up with a smile -- trying to seem indifferent, but it was hard to be at the moment; indifferent that you were too busy chasing love and lost the biggest opportunity of your lifetime.

Your eyes catch Namjoon’s drumming fingers and you glare at him.

“Now, moving into updates from our CTO,” Yoongi points at Namjoon and he nods in response.

“So, earlier this year I attended the TechX conference to represent the product...”

Halfway through Namjoon speaking, you find your thoughts drifting to what’s happening below you.

You catch yourself hanging onto Namjoon’s lips: his plushy bottom one, the thick Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat, the deep valleys of his voice making you wet.

You find that your eyes shoot up to meet his, and then move to a brow that raises on his forehead.

You clear your throat and try not to look at him, but at the papers in front of you instead. The bundle of nerves between your legs were betraying you in the current moment and you weren’t sure what to do to quench your thirst.

Your eyes float back up to Namjoon’s again, and this time you can’t help but lace them with lust. Your head falls into your hand as you watch him intently, tripping him up on his words.

After he finishes speaking you stare each other down, a storm swirling in both of your gazes. He swipes his tongue on the inside of his cheek as you stare each other down further, the tension tangible between the two of you.

“Lunch will be served momentarily. We’ll reconvene in ten minutes to finish up what’s left on the agenda.” Yoongi’s voice cuts through the taut revulsion that bounds the two of you.

You immediately stand and head toward the exit -- looking over your shoulder at Namjoon before you leave.

Namjoon stands, buttoning his suit jacket taut over his body.

Yoongi is about to call Namjoon over, but notices him follow you instead. Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest, and a series of thoughts finally click together in his head.

✹✹✹

You saunter down the hall and you give Namjoon a look before you enter a small phone room.

The door is frosted and there’s only enough room for a floating desk and chair, and you slide back on the desk.

You raise your brows as you hear the door click open, and your fingers clench the edges of the table as Namjoon enters the room and locks it.

Your eyes scan the breadth of his frame, and you watch him slowly approach you -- his body landing to tower over yours.

He tosses his leather portfolio onto the desk, and your heart starts to race as your lungs fill with the spicy, sinful scent of his cologne.

Namjoon’s thumb and forefinger align with the edge of your jaw, his fingers tensing around the bone as he tilts your head up to meet his. His lips hover over yours in a hot hesitation as he hones his eyes on your dark, unwavering gaze.

His nose grazes over your neck to inhale your scent, now laced with notes from the flowers in your office. His eyes laser in on your lips, and your glare at him intensifies.

“Did you get my flowers?” He asks, still looking down at you.

“No. Not a single one.” You answer curtly, your nostrils flaring as you clench your jaw.

Namjoon blows a hint of annoyance from his nose, your loathing gaze only growing more penetrating.

“Why’d you follow me?” You ask, your voice thick with desire as you look from his lips up to the smoking lust in his eyes.

“You really don’t know?” You’re nearly breathless as his lips draw closer. You try not to let it affect you, but your toes curl up in your heels — your nails sinking into the wood grooves of the desk.

“No, I don’t know,” You breathe in. “Tell me.” You say with a deep exhale, an achy desire coating your throat.

You heart is ready to burst how much you craved him in this moment -- but you refused to give into him first.

“I’m here because I saw you looking at me with those hungry eyes like the very first day I met you,” His voice is rich and velvety, sending chills down your frame.

His lips brush yours, and it makes your own lips vibrate with heat -- the sensation knotting your core.

“Yeah...and what about it?” You breathe out.

He hums before your lips crash together, the room nothing but feathery moans and sucking sounds.

You pull your lips from his, licking the notes of sugar from his morning coffee from your lips as you roll his tie around your wrist. He collapses down and his hands fall to the desk on either side of you.

“I saw you looking at Jackson and I. Were you jealous?” You tease breathily into his mouth, jerking him closer to you by his tie. His nose grazes yours and he smirks.

“No...because you still want me,” He responds, his hands in your hair as he moves in to slip his tongue in your mouth.

“No I, mmh-“ you protest as you come up for air before both of your lips come together again.

“If you wanted him, he’d be here with you right now.” You let out a moan into his mouth at how right he is, grabbing the lapels of his jacket as your tongues intertwine.

“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me,” He whispers, his breath hot in your ear after he pulls his lips from yours.

“I don’t...this is just a one time thing,” You lie, your head falling back as he kisses your neck -- the stubble on his chin scraping your flesh. You let out light moans as he sucks your neck, and his hands move to squeeze your waist.

“Be quiet...do you want the entire office to know how much you want me?” He demands, your breaths shuddering.

Namjoon’s hands press into your lower back and it makes you stand up, his hands wandering to your ass. His lips and hands were like magma, leaving fire in its wake wherever it went.

His desire makes you moan, his tongue swiping under yours as your arms reach around his neck to massage his hair.

“Liar,” He whispers as he backs you up against the wall, his hands gliding over your ass and landing in a smack. You gasp, the tail end of it a whimper that he captures with his tongue.

“Hush.” Namjoon whispers in your ear before he grabs a handful of your ass and smacks it again. You mewl, your hands wandering his firm, broad chest.

“You’re making me so hard right now,” His voice vibrates in the shell of your ear and you gasp as your hand wanders to the warmth of his cock, feeling how hard he is in your palm.

“Stop talking, we have five minutes,” You say breathlessly, and he pins both of your wrists to the wall. He pulls your skirt up to your waist -- sliding his hand into your underwear.

He dips his finger inside of your warmth, and he drags your taste down his tongue.

“Mmm fuck, I could take you right now,” He breathes out.

“Right now?” You ask, breathless. “No...” You say as his lips envelop yours again and you pull away for air.

“I think I’d rather have you tie me up in your room again because you’re threatened by me.” You state, and it makes him growl as he dives back into an open-mouthed kiss.

“Fuck, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” He moans into your ear as his fingers slip inside of you. You groan at how wet you are, and you can feel yourself drip down his fingers.

“How many times did you imagine this?” He whispers, and you clench around his fingers as a burning heat fills your cheeks.

Your arms tighten around his neck and your fingertips crinkle the fabric of his suit as you near your peak. His fingers drag against your cushiony g-spot, and it triggers your release. He seals his lips to yours to hold your moans, and he pulls you close to keep you upright.

He licks his fingers clean and you kiss him, tasting your essence on his lips.

After a moment you pull your lips from his and he grazes his nose across yours a few times to try and recapture your lips.

Your hand smooths from his arm up to his shoulder, and you trail kisses up his neck. You use your free hand to palm him, and you tug at his ear with your teeth before you speak.

“I hope the job was worth throwing all of this away,” You whisper, removing your hand from his bulge as Namjoon gasps.

Your hands move to snap your skirt back down your hips, and you pull your hair from its updo to cover the blooming love bites all over your neck. You smooth the lapels of his jacket back down before you look up and relish in the flabbergasted look on his face.

Namjoon runs his hands through his hair, his cock still rock hard as you leave the room.

“Fuck.” Namjoon grabs the portfolio from earlier on the desk, using it to cover himself as he exits the room.

✹✹✹

After you return to the conference room, you dig in your bag and pull out a compact. You bite your lip as you adjust your hair -- making sure no dark spots on your neck are visible.

You reapply your lip gloss, and Jackson kicks you underneath the table. He mouths “Did you...?” to you and you widen your eyes with an innocent look on your face. You steal a quick glance at Namjoon as he enters, looking down at the portfolio over his pants and back up to his eyes.

Namjoon sits, putting his elbow on the table. His fingers subtly meet his nose, and you watch him inhale the remnants of your sweet scent on his fingertips.

He tightens his jaw and you smirk, clamping your compact shut.

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kookscrescent · 5 years

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Writers Block (m) │ myg

➤ pairing│Yoongi x female reader ➤ summary│Yoongi is feeling frustrated after having trouble what a song, so you decide to give him a helping hand. ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│smut, idol au, boyfriend au ➤ warnings│smut, oral (male receiving), the f bomb gets dropped a few times ➤ word count│1.6k│semi edited ➤ release date│July 25th 2019 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

⇥ Masterlist

“God fucking dammit!” You hear Yoongi curse loudly as he passes through the living room on his way to the kitchen. You close the book you were reading and rest it on your thighs, as you follow his movements back out from the kitchen and towards you. His keys in one hand and his wallet in the other.

He’s been locked up in the bedroom for most of the day, only coming out to go to the kitchen when he gets thirsty. You don’t know what he’s doing in there because he hasn’t really said much to you, only a short yes when you went to him during lunch to ask if he was hungry, and even then his back was to you.

Leaning further back in the couch to look at him properly, you ask, “Where are you going?”

“To the studio for a few hours.” He replies and leans down to capture your lips in a sweet peck. “Do you mind?” He asks and another peck lands on your lips.

You shake your head, “Not at all.” He gives you one last kiss, making this one longer and sweeter, before he straightens back up.

“I’ll call you if I’m not going to be home before midnight, okay?” You nod, and he bends to give you a final kiss. “See you later.” And then he’s headed for the front door.

If he’s going to the studio you can only assume that his earlier frustration and the whole barricading himself in the bedroom, is because of a song he’s trying to write. He usually gets in these moods, where he really finds his flow with a song and will work none stop on it until he’s perfected it. That’s just how Yoongi is, and honestly, it’s one of the things you love about him the most, his passion and drive for his music.

It’s close to midnight when you finally decide to retreat to the bedroom. Yoongi called a few hours earlier and told you that the probability of him being home before midnight were slim, but despite that, you still decided to wait up for him, knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep properly without him next to you.

After ridding yourself of you clothes and changing into one of Yoongi’s old t-shirts, you settle under the cover with your book. You didn’t finish reading it earlier, and you totally forgot all about it when your mom came on a surprise visit after dinner.

You are a few chapters in to the book when you hear the front door open. You glance at the clock on the nightstand, the digital numbers telling you that its 2:07 am. The door slowly comes open, followed by Yoongi almost tiptoeing inside, until he realizes that the light is still on.

“Why are you still up Jagiya? It’s late!” he frowns clearly unpleased that you aren’t sleeping yet.

Making his way to his side of the bed, he kicks of his shoes, followed by his pants and shirt landing in a pile on the floor, before he lays down beside you.

“You know it’s hard for me to fall asleep without you.” You feel your cheeks starting to warm up as you tell him. Marking the page you are on, you close the book and set it on the nightstand.

“I know, but you should at least try. I hate being the reason for you being up this late.”

You decide to ignore his last comment, instead asking him, “How did it go at the studio? Was it successful?”

“No!” He groans loudly, turning to lay on his back with his arm thrown over his eyes. “It was a disaster! I got absolutely nothing done! Zero! Nada!” The frustration radiates out of him and the small frown that has made its way to his lip’s tugs on your heartstrings. You hate seeing him like this over his work, and you hate that there’s nothing you can do about it.

There was a time a year ago or so, where he had a similar episode and you decided to try and help him, turns out the only thing productive that day was finding out that you don’t have a talent for writing songs. That day also ended in a small fight because your stubborn self refused to accept the fact that songwriting isn’t one of your strong suits, and you got slightly mad when Yoongi told you so.

“I think I have writers block again…” he sighs, running a hand down his face as his eyes drift to you.

There really isn’t much you can do to help him in this situation, but an idea suddenly pops into your head when you see his eyes traveling from your face and down to your torso, where it’s very clear that you aren’t wearing a bra underneath.

You crawl closer to him, hugging yourself to his side as you wrap and arm over his naked chest, your lips attaching themselves to his neck. You start leaving small kisses all over the side of his neck, not leaving a space unkissed.

“What are you up to?” You can hear the smirk in his voice and the arm that you aren’t laying on, reaches over to grab you ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Taking your mind of things,” you mumble as you press kisses from his neck and down his torso. Yoongi groans loudly when your lips touch his left nipple and you can’t help but smile, loving the effect you have on him.

Much to Yoongi’s dismay, you make your way back up his body, kissing his lips firmly. “What do you want me to do?” you breathe against them.

“You know what I want you to do.” He states with a coy smile. Oh you know, but you want to hear him say the words.

“I want you to wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock.” He growls through kisses.

You let your hand travel down and into his boxers, where you teasingly let your fingers brush over his already hard erection. Deciding not to tease him too much, you wrap your hand around him to give him a few slow tugs. Deep moans are already spilling from his lips as you keep up the slow pace of your hand, your lips kissing his chest.

The hold he has on your ass gets tighter with every slow stroke of your hand. “Please don’t fucking tease me ____! I’m already frustrated enough as it is, I don’t need to add sexually frustrated to the list as well.” He cracks making you smile and with no further words you sit up and drag his boxers down his legs and settle yourself between his legs.

You begin by kissing a trail from his bellybutton and down to the tip of his cock, your tongue coming out to lick the tip.

“Shiit,” Yoongi hisses above you and you do it again drawing the same reaction from him.

With one hand you pick up where you left of stroking him, but this time at a much faster and harder pace. You wrap your lips around his crown sucking lightly as your hand works him at the same time.

“Just like that.” He encourages you. He already feels his orgasm coming and he’s conflicted. He doesn’t want you to stop what you’re doing, but he also wants this to last longer.

“Babe…” he gasps as you suck particularly hard but don’t answer him. “Babe,” he repeats, but still you don’t answer him, you work your hand harder, up and down up and down, bringing your lips as far down as they can reach before going back up and then repeating the motion.

“____!” he yells your name loudly to get your attention, one of his hands grabbing a hold of your hair.

“What?” you ask innocently, stopping for only a second.

“You need… fuck! If you don’t stop, or I’m going to come in your mouth.”

“I want you too,” you flutter your eyelashes at him and he curses. “This is all about you baby.”

You lick the entirety of his length, wrapping your lips around his head as you continue where you left of. You hollow your cheeks, you lips and hand working together in a much faster and firmer pace to get him to the finish line.

You can feel him twitch and you know he’s close. Never stopping your movements, you look up at him from under your lashes. His eyes are tightly shut, one hand fisting the sheet while the other is tangled in your hair, his grip making you moan around him.

“Do that again!” He demands and you comply, this time only longer.

“F-Fuck… I’m coming!” He growls as his grip on your hair tightens to the point of being almost painful. But you don’t let up, you work him through his orgasm, as he empties himself in your mouth. You swallow every last bit before crawling back up his body, nuzzling your face in the crock of his neck.

“Good?” you ask him with a smug smile.

Yoongi chuckles as he runs a hand through his hair. “Breathtaking… literally.” He pants.

“Enough to take your mind of your writers block for a while?”

“Hmmm!” He hums before skillfully twisting his body, rolling on top of you. “No, I think I need a little more.”

“Oh really?” You run your index finger across his bottom lip, his teeth capturing it and giving it a light bite. You love this playful side of Yoongi.

“Mhhm.” He mumbles as he starts kissing you neck.

“Good thing I don’t have work in the morning then.” You both chuckle, knowing that the possibility of you being able to walk normal in the morning, are slim to none.

I really hope you like it! If you did don’t forget to like or reblog ❀ It really means the world, so thank you! ❀

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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The Tower: Unexpected - 7

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

Pairing: Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2229

Warnings: pregnancy, angsty stuff, smut (m/f, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds. While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.

Author’s Note: Written with my salty little jelly bean @fanficwriter013

Chapter 7: Sam

As my pregnancy progressed the morning sickness got worse. I don’t know if that’s normal with twins or if the stress of everyone just noping out of ever speaking to me again was adding to it.

I started becoming hyper-focused on what I would do if the others didn’t come around. Natasha, Wanda, and Steve wanted to be part of it but I couldn’t figure out how that would work if no one else did. Steve wasn’t going to choose me over Bucky nor would I make him. Natasha was the same with Clint. Wanda might move in but could I stay here in the Tower if most of the people here didn’t want a kid? If I did stay where would the baby go? I had a one bedroom apartment.

I began sorting through my wardrobe under the premise that maybe the wardrobe was big enough to use as a nursery. It was stupid really. It didn’t even have windows, but it was large and if I downsized I could put in a crib.

I was also showing now. Not a lot, but none of my jeans buttoned up. So I started by putting away clothes that I wasn’t going to be able to wear for another year at least.

There was a soft knock on the door and I opened it to see Sam.

“Sammy? Why are you knocking?” I asked slightly confused and on the edge of being relieved to see him, but also worried that he knocked because he was about to tell me something I didn’t want to hear.

“FRIDAY said you'd be here. I wasn't, I don't know…” He said running his hands over his head. He looked tired, the way he did after a long mission.

I stepped out of the way to let him in. “I was just sorting out my clothes. My jeans don’t button up anymore.”

He reached forward to touch me and then quickly withdrew his hand. “You look good.”

“You can touch. I don’t mind. You won’t feel them though. It’s still just little twitches only I can feel. Wanda is really annoyed.” I said poking my stomach.

“I didn't think… I haven’t been here.” He said.

“I know… but you had things to deal with.” I said with a small shrug. “Come in. I missed you.”

He stepped inside and walked to the couch though he didn’t take a seat. “I’m sorry.”

I closed the door and came over to him, moving in for a hug. “You didn’t ask for this. You had to figure things out.”

“I'm getting there.” He said, his arms closing around me. “I should have been there for you though. You didn't ask for this either.”

“Are you here now?” I asked.

He nodded breathing me in for a moment. “Yes. I needed… Can we sit?”

I nodded and sat next to him and he took both of my hands in his. “My family are really religious, El. I never told them about this. They knew I wasn’t straight because of Riley. They thought I was gay and I never corrected them. It was enough that they could find it in their heart to accept that about me. Then this all came out thanks to Tony and they were so mad at me. They could accept I was gay if I still fit the convention of monogamy. The fact I was bi, and poly. They said I was going straight to hell and every time I talked to them, they told me I had to stop living this life of sin. That if I was bisexual I could choose to be with a woman. That I could choose who to love. I needed to settle down and have kids.” He let out a breath and looked up at me. “I could deal with it when it was just us. Everyone here is from such messed up families or they don’t have them at all anymore, it wasn’t such a big deal that they felt that way about my relationship. But if we’re having kids, I want them in their lives, but not if they’re gonna be like that.”

“Did you get through to them?” I asked.

He nodded as his thumbs ran over the back of my hands. “Yeah. I think. I mean… they wanted me to find out whose baby it was and if it was mine to marry you. I said it was my baby no matter what and this was their time to choose. Either they could be a positive part of their niece or nephew’s lives or they wouldn’t be part of any of our lives. They still don’t like it but as long as they can accept this is how it is, that’s fine with me.”

“I’m sorry,” I said and leaned in pressing my cheek against his chest. I wish you would have talked to me though. I’ve been so alone.”

He pulled me a little closer and his fingers brushed over my stomach. “I know. I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair of me. I just… I didn’t expect this to be the way my life went. I had to sort through it. I should have been better. I am here now.”

“Well then,” I said sitting back. “You might want to brace yourself.”

“What?” He asked a slight hint of panic to his voice.

“It’s twins,” I said. “That’s why I’m showing so early.”

Sam blinked at me a few times and when he spoke his voice came out in a monotone. “Okay.”

“The doctor... she said they're fraternal. And there's a chance they could biologically have different fathers. Steve's pretty adamant we don't find out who they are.” I explained.

“They could be…” He said, blankly. “Okay.”

“You okay?”

“Twins.” He repeated like he was still processing it all.

“Yeah,” I said. “Are you out again?”

He gave me a look like I was being an idiot and I pulled back from him. “What? That's something I'm not supposed to think? I haven't seen you for a month.”

“Okay. I suppose it's fair.”

“Do you know how hard this has been for me?” The pain and hurt I’d been feeling bubbling over. “Aside from Nat, Wanda, Steve, and Hulk everyone has been avoiding me. I'm starting to wonder if we'll even get Bruce back at this point. I've been throwing up at least twice a day. I used to work in a lab with Bruce and Tony. Now there is no Bruce and Tony has locked himself in the engineering lab again and I've been denied access. I'm going to have twins and it wasn't exactly like I planned this either. You know my first thought was when that pregnancy test was positive? I thought 'I'll go get an abortion and not tell anyone and then they won't be mad at me'. I reacted like I would have when I was living with my abusive parents, instead of in a relationship with people who are supposed to love me.”

“Honey,” He said reaching for me, but I pulled back. I didn’t want him to comfort me yet. I wanted to be angry and for him to hear it.

“I know that this is hard to come to terms with. I've been struggling with it myself but I didn't get the luxury of running from it. I don't get to go out flying while I process my feelings. I just get to wake up have the smell of my shampoo make me throw up. Hope that Nat's drunk her coffee before I get out of the shower or that will make me throw up too. Watch as my jeans get too small for me and then spend the day alone in my lab.”

“Honey,” He repeated.

“What? You’re gonna patronize me now?” I asked.

“That not what I was doing.” He argued.

“Then please can you talk to me? Say how you're feeling? Reassure me or something here?”

“How I’m feeling?”

“Yes. We're in a relationship, aren't we? We're supposed to be honest with each other and trust each other.” I said, my frustration with him now getting to me. I felt like I was talking to a wall and right at that moment, I wished he hadn’t come back at all.

“Right. Yes.”

I sighed. “You need time. You can just - “ I waved at the door.

“No,” He said.

“Then say something then!” I yelled.

He looked like I hit him and then pulled me into his arms. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I’m sorry. It’s just… twins. Do you need a blood sample or something?”

“Um... If my doctor hasn't asked for one or doesn't ask for one then you're probably okay. Unless you specifically want to know, but then there will probably be a tell if either of them is yours right?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. They’re my kids, Elly.” He said nuzzling into me and putting his hand on my stomach. “I may not get everything right, but I’m here. I promise.”

“What if they’re Thor’s and we get a repeat Thor/Loki thing happen?” I sighed.

He leaned his cheek against the top of my head. “I think we can do a better job than that.”

“I hope so, but I don’t exactly know what I’m doing,” I said.

“Neither do I, but still, I think we’ll be better than that.”

“I do want this though.”

“And you'll be great. Trust me, El. You’re one of the most nurturing, patient people I know.” He said. “And we’ve got you.”

“Do you want to see them?” I asked looking up at him.

“Can I?”

He followed me to the fridge and grabbed him the print out of the babies and showed him. “This weird little blob is one,” I said pointing at one of the babies, and then moved my finger to the other. “And this weird little blob is the other.”

“Twins.” He said again. “And you’re what? Eleven weeks.”

“Closer to ten.”

He smiled and put the picture down. “I’m so sorry, Elise. I’m sorry I ran and you’ve felt so alone. We’ll figure this all out.”

I leaned in against him again and he kissed me slowly and deeply, his hands going to my jaw. “I missed you so much, Sammy.”

“I know. I missed you too, princess.” He breathed.

I ran my fingers down his chest and over his stomach, tracing the lines of his muscles. He smiled down at me and ducked his head forward like he was going to kiss me before pulling back. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Just… do you want to?” He asked.

I nodded and he kissed me again, hungrily. The tension we’d been feeling evaporating as we moved our lips against each other’s. He ground into me, pushing me against the counter. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him take control. Needing that from him. Needing him to show me how he still wanted me.

I could feel him hardening against my pussy and I just wanted more. I missed him. He had always been a rock for me. Like one of my closest friends as well as my lover. He was always there for me and him leaving had felt like a fundamental part of my world was gone.

I shimmied out of my panties and he lifted me up and put me on the counter. We continued to kiss. My lips going numb from it. As I felt myself getting wetter in anticipation I fumbled to unfasten his pants. He pulled me right to the edge of the counter and with a thrust he was inside me. I gasped and threw my head back as I clenched around his cock. His hand went to my jaw and caressed down my throat, tilting my head back to him, so he could ghost his lips over mine.

“Did you miss this, princess?” He said as he thrust into me. He moved in this slow and deliberate way. Pulling out most of the way and then slamming hard back in.

“God, yes. I missed it. Please don't leave me again.” I pleaded, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere.” He said and kissed me hard.

He kept moving in that slow deliberate way and I rolled my hips with him. We kissed constantly. My lips grew puffy and numb from it and the world around us seemed to cease to exist. His thumb came to my clit, making the mild buzz that seemed to be swirling through me, feel like a strong electrical current.

I moaned against his lips and dug my fingers into his back. My body stiffened against his and I broke the kiss with a cry as I came, my back arching and my head rolling back.

Sam held me in place as he moved faster. With a sudden jerk forward he came, his cock pulsing inside me as he released.

He pulled out panting and for a moment seemed to admire his handiwork before helping me off the bench. “Let's go get cleaned up and then I'll help you with your clothes.” He said.

I picked up my panties and for the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful. One back. Just four more to go.

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im-hqlover · 4 years

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The red X

A/N - I finished! Just an idea I had about entering the world of Don't Starve, so I hope you like it.

Warning: Some sad/anxious thoughts, english errors?

Pairing: Not yet, but if I continue with this in the future, it will be Wilson x reader.

Y/n = Your name

m/d/n = Male dog name

f/d/n = Female dog name

Word count: 2063

Y/N's INFO:

Gender: Cis-Female

Sexuality: Straight

Height: Short

Weight: Not Defined

Skin Color: Not Defined

Hair Color: Not Defined

Eyes Color: Not Defined

Other details? No

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Today was another normal day in my life, just another day at work, leaving home to breathe, taking a stroll through the small town I lived in. It had been about a year since I moved here in New England, right after I finished college, I knew it would be crazy to move to a new country again, but I had already been to the United States a few times, and I have to say that there in New England was incredible, and I knew that was where I wanted to live.

The city I was currently living in was not very big, but it was comfortable, and even though I was far from the mess of big cities where I practically always lived, I thought it would be a perfect and peaceful place to calm down. I must say that the city was as if it had stopped in the last century, everything was so old, almost like in the movies, but I'm not complaining, I kind of always wanted it.

As almost every day I passed by the antiques store, and today I decided to take a look inside the store, just to see the old things there.

-y/n! How nice to see you here! - As soon as I entered, Mr. Washington came to welcome me, he was a nice gentleman, he was like a grandfather to me, always telling me stories about his life or his merchandise, and I loved that.

- Hi Tom! How are you?

- Better now - He smiled and motioned for me to go to the back of the store. - Something new arrived this weekend, I'm sure you'll love it.

- What is? - I follow him and he takes me to a box which he opens, and inside there was a type of radio. - A radio?

- Yes! But it is not just any radio, it is a Voxola PR-76 Radio, very few of this model were produced, this is a rarity!

- I can get it? - I say making gestures with my hands to pick up the radio so I can analyze it.

- Of course! Just be careful.

- Yes, I will. - Washington was right, it wasn't just any radio, but not because it was rare, but I had a strange feeling holding it, not a bad feeling, it was something... good. - Can I buy?

- I knew you were going to be interested! Of course you can! And since I know you, I will give you a special discount.

- You don't have to do that Tom, seriously!

- y / n, I know that with the price that this radio is worth, you would not be able to buy it, and even more, no one here in this city will be interested in that. You are practically my only source of income!

- Well, and that's exactly why you shouldn't give me a discount, you're going to lose a lot of money like that!

We discussed the amount to be paid, until we reached an agreement where I would pay little by little, until I paid the amount the radio was worth. When I finished making the purchase, I talked a little more with him and then I went home, when I arrived at my simple, but comfortable home, I put the radio on the living room shelf. I think if someone who didn't know that I'm the one who lives here would think that this house belongs to an 80-year-old, but in fact, it's the home of a 24-year-old woman only.

I sigh and look around my house, everything was silent, just with the sound of some birds, being alone has always been one of my biggest fears, and even if I had people to talk to, there I was, alone. I look at the wooden box, with the photo of my dog, m / d / n, where his ashes were inside, he was for me one of the only things that made my day, which made me not feel so alone, but unfortunately he ended up dying from an accident.

- I really miss you m / d / n. - I put my hand on the box and allow some small tears to fall, and then I look at my left wrist, where there was a tattoo with the name f / d / n, my first dog, where I grew up with her, and of course the inevitable would happen someday. - You are also sorely missed.

I try to ward off tears and sadness by putting some happy songs on my phone, and I soon thought it would be a good idea to tidy up the house, since it had been a while since I cleaned it up decently.

I spent several hours cleaning the whole house, but even so I couldn't finish everything, as I was very tired, I decided to lie on the couch for a while, until my belly started to snore and I went to the kitchen to get something to eat and then go back to the couch.

Again everything was silent, with only the occasional sound of crickets and frogs, as much as I liked the silence, I knew it was a trap, and of course he would soon appear, that damn voice that whispered things in my head like:

"Hey, remember that time you were embarrassed?"

"Hey, do you remember your wonderful boyfriend who cheated on you?"

"Do you remember those happy moments with m / d / n and f / d / n that will never come back?"

"You will never be enough"

"everything is your fault"

"nobody wants someone like you around"

And several other things, which he knew would make me anxious. I couldn't help screaming in anger for that voice to disappear, I couldn't help tears of frustration falling. I fell on my knees on the floor and curled up right there.

The good thing about living alone is that no one would hear me crying or screaming.

I joined forces and got up from the floor, and then I went to my medicine box, I know I should have stopped taking that, and I had already tried, I was succeeding, but I couldn't stand it, I didn't want that damn voice anymore, I know I should face it, but… it was too late, it couldn't be destroyed, so the only thing I could do was to avoid it.

It took a few minutes for the medicine to take effect, and I was calm again. I lay down on the couch again, my eyes were heavy, and when I was almost asleep, I heard a voice, but this time I was sure it was not just in my mind, when I look around, I realize that sinister voice came from the Voxola radio.

- It seems that you are going through problems my friend.

This couldn't be real, how the hell could this be happening? This was supposed to be a dream, sure it was, but when I bit my finger and felt pain and saw it bleed, I was sure it was real.

- Y-you, are ... are.

- Talking to you of course!

- This is impossible. - Maybe it was the medicine's effect? But there was no way, this medicine would never do that. What if it was that stage where I am awake and dreaming at the same time? I think that was the only valid option.

- I know a way to solve your problems.

- A psychologist. - I say to myself before that radio voice answered.

- No, it's much better. Just follow this map and you will have the solution to all your problems.

- Map? - The radio didn't answer me, now I don't know if that was real, if it was some kind of daydream, or if I was going crazy. I think I better sleep, staying awake for sure is not good for me. I take a shower and then go to my bed and luckily I fall asleep quickly.

When I wake up I do my morning routine, I go to the bathroom, then to the kitchen, I make coffee, I wait to be ready and then I take it and I also take the same medicine from yesterday, a little hesitantly, but I knew it would be better this way, and I decide to take it.

I walk by the living room when I look at the radio and remember last night, I look at my finger and see that it is hurt, I should be hallucinating, but I realize that there was something on top of the radio, and that I had sure it wasn't there before, when I get closer I realize that it was a paper, but not an normal paper, it was a map! Soon I remember the voice of the radio yesterday that spoke about a map, was that it?

When I look more closely, I realize that it is the map of the city and the forest that surrounded it, and in a place far away in the forest there was an x marked in red.

Is this real? Could that end that voice? No, I was sure that no, easy things like that are never good signs, and they are never what they seem…. but what was there in the forest?

And that was what led me to be there, at that moment in the middle of a forest, not to end my problems, but to find out what the hell was there in that red x.

I had thought before that it could go bad, but my curiosity was not quiet, I wanted to, I needed to know what was there.

The forest was dense, there was no way for me to go by car, and there was no trail that I could use to walk, I had to walk in luck and wait until I got to the right place. Of course, I was using my cell phone to locate myself, but I wasn't sure if my coordinates were compatible with those on the map.

Until at one point I arrive in a clearing, where there was a very old house falling apart due to the time it dominated there, I look at my cell phone, and theoretically that was where the x marked.

- Great, I walked for two hours here to find a house falling apart in the middle of nowhere! - I kick a stone that rolls away. I look at the house, what was I really hoping to find? Maybe there was something inside the house? What if there was someone?

I see a sign on the fence of the house, the writing was very worn and I just couldn't understand what was once written there.

- HEY! Is anyone there ?! - I scream for another human being, but I got no answer, I approach the door of the house, and with my foot I push the door, which simply falls, and a lot of dust comes towards me, causing an attack of cough at me.

I enter the house, which inside there were several things that seemed to be very old, besides several cobwebs, plants and a lot of dust. I analyzed the house, and there was not much, I looked at the stairs, it was dangerous to climb that, and I was sure that any misstep I could fall, break, and stay there, because there was no way anyone could save me.

But I decided to take a chance, and climb those stairs, and when I got to the second floor I realized that there was some kind of machine, and when I approached I realized that it probably wouldn't be working, because it should have been there for many years and the weather had degraded.

I ventured into the place, looking for clues that could tell me something, but the only thing I found was some papers with notes and projects, but I didn't understand what that meant.

While walking around the place I tripped over a wood and ended up touching the lever of the machine, who knows how, it started to work and out of nowhere a black shadow appears in the place and a smiling face appears in front of me and then I feel something grabbing my feet, I try to break free, but it was useless.

- Leave me! - Of course it didn't work, and that was the last thing I remember, after that, it was just darkness and a laugh.

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Masterlist

#Don't Starve #x reader #y/n #Don't Starve Fanfic #Future Wilson x reader #Wilson percival higgsbury x reader #Wilson x reader #The red X #sorry if it have english errors

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imagines-forthe-soul · 5 years

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Wait Muscular doesn't have an alphabet nsfw?? what shame I was hoping to know how big he is.

say no more

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Takehito Himura:

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

After what? Is that a spice? He hasn’t had it before and he doesn’t want it either. Honestly though, he isn’t that great at aftercare. After he’s been satisfied, all that’s on his mind now is a nice bath and some sleep.If you’re able to move and join in him the bath, then good for you. If you can’t, then that’s just tough titty for you, sweets.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

He likes his hands an awful lot. With their size, he can kill people easily with them and it makes him pretty smug. He also really likes that he can hold you down pretty easily with them or grab lots of your ass or tits.

On you, he likes all of you. You’re his personal little sex toy (although he actually does value in a sick yet affectionate sort of way). If you’re on the chubbier side, your body is going to drive him crazy because there is so much more of you for him to bite and hold.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

This man will cum anywhere he wants to. You’re his, so that means he can do what he wants with you. It all just depends on his mood. If he is in a territorial kind of mood and is putting you in your place, he will cum on your face and inside you to mark you as his own. If he’s being lazy and just in it for the pleasure at hand, then he’ll cum carelessly anywhere on or inside you, sometimes he will even let you decide if you’re lucky and are in his good books.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secret? Nope, none here. Muscular is an open book, seams completely gone and letters in bold. He does not hold back at all when it comes to sex and lays everything on the table. If you’re lucky, he’ll tell you exactly what he wants to try out, if you’re not lucky, he’ll just spring something new onto you without any warning in the middle of sex and expect you to go along with it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Do I really need to answer this one? If you think that Muscular doesn’t have some sort of experience then you’re completely kidding yourself. He’s tried everything in the Sex for Dummies book editions 1-10 at least once in his life.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves doggy style. In this position he can control you perfectly, moving you how he wants, holding your hands behind your back or pushing you into the sheets. He also loves how deep he can get inside you in this position and how easily he can slap that nice ass of your’s.

He will also let you ride him when he is feeling a bit lazy, but that doesn’t happen very often.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Goofy isn’t the exact word I would use… he’s more of a playful jerk when it comes to sex and he does this thing where he pisses you off but it makes you laugh because he’s just so impossible and stupid and you can’t help but love it. Once when you told him that you didn’t want to have sex due to a yeast infection, he simply told you: “I’m going to turn that yeast infection into cake batter when I’m done with you” And you physically couldn’t stop him from taking your clothes off from how hard you were laughing. Not that you could stop him anyways.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s pretty hairy. He doesn’t really take care of himself much and just lets his hair grow as it pleases. If you have a problem with it, keep it to yourself because he doesn’t want to hear it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Um… He has his moments I guess. When he isn’t fucking your brains out and actually lets you ride him how you want, there are times when he looks up at you and feels… content? Like, in moments like these, he sees you so differently, “softly sexy’ he likes to call you, but you know he really means beautiful.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does so pretty often. He’s a horny guy and likes to get off with or without you. He will usually do it in front of you to be disrespectful, teasing, or just because he is too lazy to move somewhere else.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Biting

Choking

Name calling

Orgasm denial

Spanking

Foursomes

Too many others to even list

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Simple: Anywhere

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you mouth off to him, boy does that excite him. Just looking down at you, being all bold and thinking that you have some authority over him and can tell him what to do drives him wild. The way your face looks, all angry and fed up with him, it just makes him want to pin you down and fuck that look right off your face.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If you dare say any other man’s name or compare him to someone else, you’ll face the consequences and trust me when I say they aren’t pretty.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He likes getting head a lot more than giving it. He’s selfish that way. He honestly expects to come home and have you on your knees waiting for him to stuff his cock down your throat. But that rarely ever happens. He just loves the feeling of being so in control over you, your mouth around his cock and sucking him off so he can feel good.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Listen, Muscular is all about hard, fast fucking that last a painfully long time. There is hardly ever a time when Muscular isn’t fucking you silly in anyway he wants, wherever he wants. He just wants some pleasure and will get it from you one way or another. However, there are times when he is feeling lazy and will let you ride him at your own pace as long as he gets off and you do all the work.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s all for quickies, but they never stay as quickies. As soon as he gets even a taste of you, he is going to want more of you until he’s satisfied, and that’s not until after a few rounds of mind-numbing sex.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Risk is his legal middle name. Risk and Motherfucker.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He has too much stamina. He can last a pretty long time, but it all depends on his mood. If he’s in a “I need to fuck you until I see blood” kind of mood, then you’re going to be all his for a good 5-6 hours. If he’s lazy and just wants to get off, he’ll go for about an hour at most.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Why would you need toys when you have all of him to work with?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a major tease. He will tease you any chance he gets just to hear you beg and cry for him to give you what you want. He is an expert tease but only because he’s selfish and rude and gets off on you getting so frustrated. However, if you ever tease him, things can go 2 ways; 1) He makes you stop and he fucks you crazy or 2) He pretends to not care that you are teasing him, practically ignoring you until you give up and he fucks you crazy.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He isn’t exactly loud but he isn’t quiet either. He’s all deep moans and groans, some occasional dirty talk and name calling, but that’s it. If you want to hear him moan, you have a better chance hearing one when he’s eating rather than when it comes to having sex. He wants to be the one to make you moan, not the other way around.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He always keeps a pair of your panties or a bra with him and isn’t afraid if anyone finds out about it. He likes your scent and wants to smell you whenever he can, so keeping either of those two things on him when he’s out is good enough for him. He’ll just whip your used gitch out during a meeting, take a large whiff of it, and then stuff it back in his pants pocket like its normal.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Muscular is a big guy, so you know his cock has to match the rest of him. It’s a little above average in length, but he is very thick from base to head. Fitting him inside you hurts a whole bunch at the start, even after he has broken you in a few times, it still hurts to have him enter you. He has a few noticeable veins that decorate his cock too. It has a slight curve upwards and he is uncircumcised.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He has a very high sex drive. He is ready to have sex at any given moment, no matter if you’re in the mood or not. When he needs to get off, there is no stopping him from meeting his release one way or another. It’s always safer to just go along with it than fight him, for when you fight, you’ll end up with lots of bruises and cuts because Muscular will get fed up with your protests and will silence you himself.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He goes to sleep as soon as he’s cleaned himself up, if even wants to do so. It never takes him too long to fall asleep after some nasty sex, so chances are that if he hasn’t taken a bath or shower or forced you to get up and make him something to eat, he’s already in his wild gorilla sex induced slumber.

Wanna see some other shit I’ve written?

#bnha muscular #muscular x reader #bnha #bnha imagines #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia imagines #bnha scenarios #takehito himura x reader #clean this up

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zuzu-kun · 5 years

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fantasma | you x xiao gui

Title: F a n t a s m a Pairing: Reader x Xiao Gui Genre: Romance, AU: not idols Word Count: 1541 words Summary: An imagine about you meeting Xiao Gui for the first time.

You feel the cold air in your lungs as you walk in the foggy streets of Montréal. The city's nightlife is a never-ending festival. Your friends guide you to a random bar called "Appartement 200" and you follow them absent-mindedly. Once you reach the first floor, the temperature suddenly increases.

Everyone is friendly, the atmosphere is sultry. You decide to play a game of pool first. There are neon lights all around you and they make you dizzy in a good way, as if you're floating. Even though everything's allowed here, you don't feel the need to drink... you're already high on life.

Later on, people gather in a crowd and dance to the music. However, among the waves of strangers, only one caught your attention. He isn't the tallest, yet people seem to give him enough space. You notice his undercut and ear piercing, but what stood out most to you is his black hoodie, on which "fantasma" is written on the back.

You're driven towards him for some mystical reason. You don't want to seem too obvious, so you make both of your shoulders brush together at first. You immediately feel the cold contact, he must have just arrived in the bar.

He doesn't seem to notice you nor anyone else around. He's dancing for himself, like nothing else matters than the party. You find him captivating, from his laid-back attitude, to his cute face. You want to see what's behind that confidence.

"I like your clothing style," you complimented him, speaking louder than the music playing on blast.

He blinks in surprise as he looks behind him before realising you're talking to him. Then he smirks, as your heart skips a beat. You wish his intentions would be crystal clear, but they aren't. Yet, you can't complain, you love new challenges after all.

"Are you lost like me, beautiful soul?" He leans closer to you and asks, "how may I call you, other than my creature of the dark?" You laugh at such an entrance, good thing he isn't so full of himself. A man with humor is always a plus for you.

"I prefer that you keep calling me that," you tease him back as you give him your best smile, "I'll just call you Fantasma." You don't feel the need to know his name, at least not yet. But you can't seem to ignore your electric connection, you feel the urge to get closer to this stranger.

"That's fine by me," he accepts playfully. "Seems like I'll stay a little longer down here, you're pretty funny."

You both dance side by side for awhile as you rapidly figure out, that he's got the moves like Jackson! You feel like a novice in front of him, however instead of laughing at you, he encourages you to enjoy a bit of fun. Appreciating his consideration, you feel much more comfortable dancing with him.

After a while, Fantasma asks if you'd like to go outside together. Excitedly, you accept not thinking much of it. You figure a pep talk could be nice. People were starting to get annoying anyways.

A light snow starts to fall as you engage in a real conversation, not being interrupted by the beat this time. You find a lot of common interests with this guy, whom finally introduce himself as Wang Linkai. He is as passionate as he is adorable when he talks about what motivates him.

“I'm haunted by my two passions: music and dancing. They're what keep me awake, even if I'll never become an idol.”

“Don't say that, I'm sure that you're amazing on a stage. I've seen you dance, it's true you have talent!”

Even though his response is a shy smile, you can tell your words got to him. He seems thankful as he pursues, "but I wish regrets wouldn't control me. If I'm still stuck here with no sense of the future, that's because of them.“

“They're holding you back from moving forward?”

Linkai nods and looks at the sky above your heads. You couldn't help but relate to his story. You had ups and downs as well, but you don't want him to feel the way that you did in the past. Trying to cheer him up, you cup his face with a hand as his eyes interlock with yours.

Even though you've put gloves on, you can feel his glacial like skin through the fabric, and that makes you even sadder. "People have dreams and expectations but they aren't yours. I wish you'd get rid of that pressure... If you would only give yourself the chance, Linkai.”

The way he looks back at you makes you breathless. All the things he couldn't say by words are now expressed through the two doors of his soul. Tonight, you decide that there are no place left for regrets, that there is no tomorrow.

As if it was only natural, you both lean for a kiss. At that moment, the lips that were icy at the beginning started to heat up against yours.

It's almost as if you're discovering a whole new universe. As if you're using all your senses at once, or even more. You're in a different zone. This proximity is unreachable from any other, nothing can bring you back to Earth. You're flying far away from what you've experienced before.

The kiss, is astral.

Linkai breaks your exchange before reaching your neck to kiss it gently. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more access. You almost forgot about the winter before sensing steam escaping your mouth between two breaths. “You... You can take a small bite,” you manage to say, rubbing your hands on his back.

“Just a small one?” Linkai asks against your skin, you can almost hear the grin in his voice, “Oh baby, I can't promise you anything...”

But before it happens, you've received a call from your friend who's still in the Appartement 200. You groan in frustration, “sorry, need to take this...”

Linkai smiles gently, proving he doesn't mind at all. He presses a last kiss on your forehead, before giving you some space. “Thank you for making me learn, how to let things go.”

You have to contain yourself from giggling before answering, feeling a little bit overwhelmed after dealing with so much emotions in such a short period of time.

“What are you doing outside?"

“Oh, you can see me?” You spin around and look up to see your friend from the window of the bar. You wave at them happily.

“Yeah, weirdo... What are you doing alone?”

“Alone? You spy on me then you say that?” Feeling cheeky, you add, “you're just jealous."

“Jealous of what?” Your friend asks confused. “I've looked at you for the past minutes and you've been talking to yourself out there...”

You burst into laughter at the obscure comment. “You're drunk, aren't you?”

“I didn't even take a beer... but you're the one who should stop drinking.”

Curiously, you look around you to see Linkai again. Yet you no longer see him in sight as you tighten the grip on your cellphone. You wiggle your eyebrows, looking for a possible explanation. You ask your friend if he's seen the guy with “fantasma” written in his back.

“I'm a good observer, and there was no one with that shirt tonight. Now come back, you're making me worried... Oh and by the way, fantasma means ghost in Spanish.”

Your friend hangs up the call as you open your mouth in shock. You then call Linkai's name, but nothing happens except the curious stares from strangers at the other side of the street. You pass a finger on your lips, you can still remember perfectly the sweet taste of his lips. The memory lingers in your mind.

But you wonder, did it all really happen? You start to desperately search for a clue that could confirm his existence, but even his footprints in the freshly fallen snow seem inexistent. You shake your head, not knowing what to say, what to think.

“Thank you, for making me learn, how to let things go.”

You rub your eyes drearily. Was this some prank or a supernatural encounter? A mirthless laugh escapes you at the thought. You look at the sky, snowflakes melting when entering in contact with your warm blushed skin. You can't seem to tell what's real or what isn't anymore, but one thing is for certain, you want to burn Linkai into your memory forever.

You ask in the darkness of the cold winter night, your voice not raising above a mild whisper: "Maybe our meeting was only meant for me to set you free, but if my soul is so beautiful, will I ever get to meet yours again?"

Although you don't receive a clear answer, you can still feel eyes on you, and the cold gust of wind that just snatches at your hair puts a smile on your face.

Normally you would be scared, but at this very moment in time your instinct tells you, that this is just the beginning of something beyond extraordinary.

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sweetinfires-blog · 6 years

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Demons [I]

Pairing: BTS x You (3 POV)

Genre: Demons!AU, Angst, Implied Smut (throughout series)

Word Count: 3,714

Summary: What happens when three Angels voluntarily taint their feathers to bask in sins? They may have just found themselves embodying the epitome of exactly that: The 7 Deadly Sins. Anger colliding with Pride, Lust enchanting Sloth, Gluttony overtaken with Greed. And Envy controlling all. Would these sins be able to carry out their tasks, or will they fall endlessly into the sweetness of evil?

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Rated: M (language)

Excerpt: Hearing the screams was amazing. F**k. I know we should be panicking like the other, but I looked at the other two, they had wicked smiles on their faces. Soojung’s little rescue attempt was fake. Just like the rest of the act.

"Well if it isn't Satan’s little bitches?" The most annoying voice to exist called out. I slowly turned around, along with Minji and Soojung. I was met face to face with Jeon Jungkook. He was walking up to us accompanied by Jung Hoseok and Kim Taehyung. His arrogant little smirk fueled my annoyance with every step he took. He stopped directly in front of me, hands in his pocket, looking as arrogant as always. "Is someone still upset over the fact that the big guy had to bring in three sweet girls to do the job you big 'strong' boys couldn't?" Soojung pouted, teasing him. She knew how to push them to their limit. "Ya! You li-" Jungkook started, but was cut short by a deep, velvety voice coming from the darkness at the end of the hall. "Please, shut the fuck up." Suddenly, Namjoon, our leader, emerged from the dark shadows. "You guys fight like children. Stop. We will being working together soon, and for it to work out everyone needs to get along," he reported, scowling at us as well as inspecting us head to toe. Kim Namjoon. The leader. Envy. One of the Seven Deadly Sins. We complete the rest. My name is Sana, and I am Anger. Minji is Sloth, and Soojung is Gluttony. We are the only three girls that are allowed carry the burden .. I mean honor .. of being Deadly Sins. We were the angels that fell from heaven. Wings that were once pure white tainted black and bloodstained. The other three sins were taken up by the other three; Jungkook as Pride, Taehyung as Lust, and Hoseok as Greed. All three were once ordinary mortals; all three did something that condemned them to Damnation. The reasonings for their sins are the reason they are here in Hell. No one knows their full stories, only that they all came at different periods of time. Namjoon had been here the longest. He is practically Satan’s son. He has never confirmed nor denied it. With his good looks, seductive eyes, and smooth voice, you wouldn't be able to say otherwise. Especially that devilish smirk accompanied by such illegal dimples. That evil smirk, that draws you to him. Namjoon stared at us one last time before nodding to signal our dismissal. Minji started to make her way to her room, giving us that 'hurry up and follow me nooooow' look. We followed behind her, not knowing what her intentions were. "Ahh, and like dogs, they travel in a pack," Jungkook laughed mockingly. Furiously, I turned back around and walked up to him, stopping with our faces inches apart. "Listen here, take all your shit and shove it back up your ass. I am so tired of you, and I can't wait until you get kicked out." I spat, staring deeply into his chocolate eyes. He yawned, looking down at me unfazed. "Oh Sana~ Unlike you,” Jungkook started as he brought out one hand from his pocket to land on my head. “I will never get kicked out of my place." He smirked while ruffling my hair. He was referring to heaven wasn't he. Before I could say anything else, Soojung took over. "Heaven couldn't handle us. God was done with us. Oh well. Who cares. Goodbye." She grabbed my arm, dragging me away. Jungkook leaned over, whispering something to Taehyung, while still keeping his eyes on me. I turned around, following Soojung and kept thinking of a way to get back at his conceited ass. Soojung POV Gluttony Fucking hell. She's always getting into trouble because of that boy. Jungkook loves to make her mad; it's his go-to thing. Like it’s planned. Just like Hoseok is always doing stupid shit to me. He likes to toss things at me or my general direction while making annoying little side comments, with his smug smile, bothering the hell out of me. I hate him. He's so irritating, but also undeniably attractive. I don't think I've ever seen him wear anything but a slim fit black suit. His gigantic black wings look great. I mean, all our wings look great, but his are the only ones that are pure black. With the red lights of hell illuminating off his pitch black feathers, they just stand out so much. “Let's get back to reality shall we?” Minji stated after observing me lost in thought.

Sana and I had made it back to Minji’s room, sitting down in different parts of her room. Minji was already in the center of her bed, laying out papers. Sana sat on the floor, criss crossing her legs, looking up at us. I sat on a chair that was near the end of the bed, looking over all the papers. "Okay, so we have to make a visit to earth soon, because there's a big festival going on. I feel like we could get away with a lot during it." Minji explained sending a wink indicating to mischief we would create. "Ohhh! Festival! " Sana exclaimed. She was the youngest, she loved shit like this. I'm only a year older than her, but she still acts like a child in comparison. Minji was the oldest out of the girls, always coming up with the plans. Her plans have never failed us once. I love how she thinks. "Okay! So.. we go up and go separate ways. Sana you go to where all the rides are at, Soojung -" "I'm going to the food stands, and you can't stop me." I interjected. I could feel my eyes widening from the thought of all the food and snacks in the human realm. Minji smiled, nodding in agreement. "Of course. I'm going to all the game stalls to check out everything. We meet back up maybe 4 hours after we arrive. How does that sound?" I nodded, and Sana gave a thumbs up. I got up and made my way to Sana helping her up the floor. "We’ll leave 3 days later at like 6pm sharp. That's when the sun starts to go down," Minji said. "Alright, bet." I responded. "Uh guys? What about the whole wings and horns thing?" Sana tilted her head, giving us a concerned look. Minji POV Sloth Damn, she's right. The wings can be easily hidden under our clothes or absorbed within our backs. The horns on the other hand... "I'll do some research; See if there are any potions or something to give us some humane features," I told her. "Sloth!? Doing research!? " Soojung gasped. "Bitch, I come up with all the plans. Shut up," I glared. "Yes ma'am," she sighed. She walked out of the room, Sana following right after. Before exiting the room, Sana turned around and waved with her big smile. I smiled back at her, waiting for her to fully exit. I got off the bed, made my way out the room and towards the library of our residence. It's like an endless mansion but only contains one floor. A shit ton of rooms, bathrooms, offices and random little places that are hard to find sometimes.

I reached the big doors of the library and pulled them open, hearing them close shut after I had entered. I went to the alchemy section of the library, searching for the right book containing certain potions or spells to transform us. After and hour of searching, I let out a groan of frustration from lack of research. "What's wrong with you?" I jumped, startled by the sudden voice. I turned around to find Taehyung right in front of me invading my personal space. "Just looking for something," I muttered as I tried to get away past him. "Let me help you." He followed closely behind me, and I could feel his eyes linger over me.

"I know every corner of this place." "No thanks," I rejected as I walked over to the sorcery part of the library containing books written by witches, wizards, and warlocks. I found a book that looked reliable, grabbed it and walked away. "Minji..." Tae softly whispered behind me as he neared my right ear. I know this is a game. All three of those boys are always play games with us. I'm so tired of them half the time, but working and cooperating with them is something I'm required to do. I shrugged off his attempt and walked out of the library, making my way back to my room to start researching through the book. "Hair..healing..human potion!" I muttered to myself as I flipped through the pages. YES! I found it! I think?

It requires so many thing, and now I'm really too lazy to even get up and start. Ugh. I'll send Soojung to go get everything later. I was feeling pretty tired, and even though you could never tell when it was day or night down here your body could feel it. I got ready for bed putting everything away, and then went under my sheets passing out almost immediately. Sana POV Anger It was the day of the festival! I've never been so excited for something. I know Minji and Soojung had been up to something these past two days, but they didn't ask for help so I didn't interfere with anything. Instead, I wandered around hell sometimes hanging out with Joon and helping him with his stuff.

Namjoon was a mysterious person. He never really talked to us much, but when you were alone with him he would tell you a lot more than you'd expect. I would sometime see Jungkook in the corner of my eyes, watching us, as he hung out with his guys. I never understood Jungkook. He's either the biggest asshole ever, or secretly sweet when we are alone. I didn't like it. I was currently in my room, look by for an outfit for tonight. I was still wearing my normal clothes with slits in the back for the huge ass wings. I started to pull stuff out, when suddenly Minji called out my name. I skipped into her room, smiling at her. "Yes?" I asked. "Come here! I have something for us! We're just waiting for Soojung now," she replied. She pulled out a pot full of a weird black liquid. It smelled kind of gross, but Minji knows what she's doing. After a few, Soojung walked in, looking mad. "What's up?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. "Freaking Hoseok. I swear to god, he's the most annoying little shit I have ever met. I'm just trying to get my stuff done and he doesn't let me do it! And like he does it just to make Jungkook and Taehyung laugh which makes me even more infuriated. Like fuck him!" She ranted. "That's what you've wanted to do since day one." Minji smirked. Oh. Gross. "Bitch." Soojung muttered. "Anyways, why were we called into your room?" "Ah yes, drink this." She handed us both a cup. Wait, when did she pour this? Ew, it's the liquid. "Whyyyyyy? It smells gross." I whined. "Just do it Sana!" Minji ordered. I gave a stank face, covered my nose, and chugged it down. "THIS IS SO GROSS!" Soogung yelled. I agreed by moaning in disgust. "Okay yes, but look in the mirror." Minji said. Soojung and I gave each other the side eyes, walked over to the mirror and dropped our cups. Our horns, wings, and anything demon related was gone. We looked human. "MINJI WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! I LOOK WEIRD!" Soojung cried out. "I look like a person. An actual human. Wow...." I whispered. "Alright, go get changed, we leave in about 30 minutes. " Minji said. I walked straight back to my room, and continued to look for an outfit. I took out ripped black jeans, a loose white V-neck, a leather jacket and boots. With my hair in a ponytail, I walked out to the main hall, waiting for the other two. I was so distracted by my nails, I didn't notice someone walk up to me. "Why do you look like that....?" A deep voice asked. I looked up, seeing Taehyung. I mentally cursed myself out, not knowing how to explain this. "Oh uh.... so like Minji decided to mess around with potions today, yeah and like uh.... she gave us each a different one and now I look human and yeah, that's it!" I smiled, trying to convince him, just like I was trying to convince myself that that was a good lie. "Okay, cool. That explains why she was in the library a few days back. Well, I'll talk to you later little Sana. Bye." And with that, he walked away. I stood still there, waiting for a few more minute, when Soojung walked out looking like a snack. She was wearing a red tank top, black shorts, a grey cardigan, and heeled black leather ankle boots. Her short hair was let loose and damn. She looked great. "Are you checking me out?" She gasped, mockingly. "Might as well do something Hoseok doesn't. " I winked. "F you." She spat. I laughed, looking at her annoyed face. Then Minji walked out, looking super hot. She had her long red flannel on, paired with her black skirt that was mid thigh length. she also wore a baseball cap and almost the exact same shoes as Soojung. Alright, both my friends are hot. Wow. Soojung / Gluttony Wow, we all looked great. We were now making one way to the portal, trying to avoid Namjoon, the other guys, and the big guy himself. We had successfully reached it, and one by one, walked through it. The cool breeze hit my skin, making goosebumps raise. Did the potion actually make us more human than just our appearance? Hm... Sana ran ahead, overly hyper. Minji stayed next to me, checking out the scenery. "Okay, first things first, does everyone have their little dark fairy?" Minji asked. Sana had calmed down, standing next to me now. "Yes! Miran is right here!" She said, holding her palm out to show us. The little fairy shook her head at her owner's actions. "Sebastian's right here." I said, pointing at my shoulder, where a little fairy was at. "Alright good, i have Jae in my pocket, because he's sleeping." Minji added. Of course he's sleeping. Sloth. "Okay, split up!!" Minji smiled. Sana ran off toward the rides, about to do whatever she pleases. Minji walked to the games and random stands. I went to my one true love, food. I went straight to the funnel cakes, and walked up to the window. "How can I help you young lady?" The worker smiled. I looked them straight in their eyes, into their souls. Two word in my mind FUNNEL CAKE. The blank expressions on their faces told me everything, they were under my control. The person went and put everything on the funnel cake, and then handed it to me. No need to pay or anything. As I sat, enjoying my funnel cake, I was rudely interrupted by someone. "Are you all alone?" He asked. "Yes, why do you care?" I replied. " just making sure I won't piss off a boyfriend." He winked. "I'm Min Yoongi. He introduced himself. "Soojung." I continued to eat, trying to ignore this very attractive stranger. "When you're done, wanna go hit some rides with me or something?" He asked. "Uh... maybe." I replied. "Uh maybe? No. I need a yes or no." He's so damn confident. "No. You do as I say." I said, challenging his dominance. "No. It's my way or no way at all." He stood in front of me, his nice figure towering over me. I can't let him win, but I also can't use my powers. I stood up, glaring at him. "Listen Min Yoongi, we do what I say, or you can go find some other victim to annoy." I growled. With one deep breath, he gave in. No one can dominate me. I started to walk away, happily with my funnel cake. I looked behind me, seeing Yoongi following me, I smiled at him. He glared. Lovely. Minji / Sloth All these games look so boring. While other ones required too much work. What was I to do? I walked up to a game where you throw balls to knock down cups. I saw a cute couple there. The boyfriend was trying to win something for his love. He threw the ball. Knocked the first one down. Then the next. Finally, his last turn. I smirked, watching the ball fly to hit the last. With the flick of my finger, the ball was off course and completely missed. "YOU LOSE!" The stand guy laughed. The girlfriend looked disappointed, while the boyfriend yelled at the guy that it was a rip off. Laughing, I walked away. I saw a stand that was selling cute little thing. I went to see the little stuff, admiring the work humans have put into these things. After a few minutes, I heard yelling. And not just any yelling. I looked up and saw Miran flying my way. "Sana. She's yelling at someone and is looking for things to throw." Miran said. "Shit." I put down what I was looking at and ran after the little fairy. Someone had to piss her off. Out of everyone here, they pissed off Sana. "WHAT THE F-!" I heard. "Jae! Go get Soojung!" I commanded him. He flew off, as I went to go see the commotion. I arrive to see Sana, being held back by two guys. She looked like she was about to kill someone. A few feet away, there was a girl who was giving her a smug, prideful look. I knew Sana was stronger than the guys. She wasn't using her full Force because she knew better than to expose us. Her eyes had a red tint to them, nothing too noticeable. Soojung finally showed up, and we both went running up to Sana. "What happened!?" I yelled. Sana realized she had caused a huge scene. She was still very mad, but her body had relaxed. She looked at me, her tinted red eyes looking into my 'soul'. "I was just walking around, and this guy," she points to the guy on her right, "starts to talk to me. Meet Jin. This is his friend Jimin." She points at the guy on her left. They had finally let go of her, seeing she was calm. "So Jin and Jimin are just striking up a conversation when this bitch," she point at the girl who I saw earlier, "decided she didn't like that. I don't even know who she is. So I had walked past here, with there two, when suddenly I'm on the fucking ground! And she stood above me, about to pour whatever she has in that cup on me. But Jin grabbed me and pulled me up, and Jimin stood in between us and told her to fuck off and then I just, I lost it." She was referring to her sin. Soojung was off in the corner, talking to some guy, I hadn't noticed him until now. I turned my attention back to Sana, shaking my head, disappointedly. "Sana... you can't have outburst like this! Especially not in public!" I got onto her. She shrank back, her normal eye color coming back. "You know what would happen if they found out!?" My voice showed a hint of anger. "Minji I'm sorry! It just happened!" She apologized. Soojung had walked up to us, the guy she was with was now with the two that were with Sana. "Sana. She was so jealous of you. She has a crush on the tall guy with black hair." Soojung explained. "Who? Jin?" Sana asked. "Yes. He's friends with Yoongi, the guy I was with. Yoongi explained that she has been trying to get with him for years now and he won't give her the time of day. So when she saw he was all over you, which you will explain later, she got jealous and tried to show Jin that no one but her was good enough for him." Soojung explained. So it was a jealousy thing. This girl was driving by envy. Namjoons specialty. Does that mean he knows? No he couldn't. We've gone weeks without seeing him sometimes. "Okay, we'll discuss this once we get home." I signed, "just enjoy the rides for now." Soojung and Sana nodded, then the three guys walked up to us. "Y'all wanna get on the zipper." One of them asked. "Oh this is Jimin." Sana reminded us. "The zipper?" I asked. "That one." The one I think called Jin said, as he pointed at the ride. "No thanks." I said. Sana and Soojung also declined. The guys smiled as us , got in line, and waited for their turn. "They're cute." Soojung smiled. "Very." Sana nodded. "Yeah.... but they're mortals." I moaned. Then I saw them get on the ride. They were strapped in, two of them together, the other with a stranger. The ride started. "I would never go on that." Soojung said. "Same." Sana and I agreed. We watched. And then, it happened. All hell broke loose. The ride malfunctioned. The bolts were coming loose, the ride was falling apart. "THE GUYS!" Soojung yelled. She was about to run for the ride, but I help her back. "Soojung... we’re sins. There's nothing we can do about it ." I whispered. Hearing the screams was amazing. Fuck. I know we should be panicking like the other, but I looked at the other two, they had wicked smiles on their faces. Soojung’s little rescue attempt was fake. Just like the rest of the act. The electrical fuse had exploded as the bolts come loose. It was now catching on fire. The pleasure I was getting out of watching this. I love it. I missed this. "I'm actually gonna miss those guys." Sana signed. She was trying to hide the look of pleasure we all felt. "It's not like we could keep them." Soojung replied. The screams were dying down. The people were dying. "What the fuck are you three doing here?" Aw Shit. We got caught.

[Part 2]

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cartooncrazed · 6 years

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Night Time Blues

I haven’t written fanfiction in a few years, but Camp Camp has inspired me. This isn’t very good, but well, here ya go.

Also, I don’t swear, so all the swears here are “censored”, so to speak.

You can also read this fic here, if ya prefer

~*Max//vi//d shippers do not like or reblog!!*~

Max had never in his life, felt this utterly and completely tired.

It probably had to do with the business of the day; he spent most of the morning and afternoon in and out of social service offices with David and his social worker, coordinating foster care paperwork. For the most part, Max just stood around, not really able to do anything. But the entire process of officially being handed over to David and away from his parents was, for some reason, really exhausting.

It had been two months since camp ended-an official two months since his parents dumped him at the God-forsaken, poor excuse of a summer camp and never came back to pick him up. Efforts to contact them had been fruitless; they have moved, somewhere, and no one could trace them ( They must have taken lessons from Cameron Campbell himself , Max had thought resentfully). Seeing as how Max had no relatives nearby who could take him in, Max was stuck with the only person who had ever seemed to give a s—t about him in his life; his camp counselor, David.

Max walked through the door to David’s apartment, rubbing his eyes and yawning. David noticed, and looked towards Max, worried.

“You okay, Max?” David asked quietly. Max looked up at him, then turned away and scoffed. Why the f–k was David asking him if he was ok, when the camp man himself had bags under his eyes?

“Fine, David.” Max mumbled. He intended it to come out a lot shaper, but fatigue had dulled his boiling anger into a low simmer.

David smiled, then stretched his long limbs before letting out a sigh. “How about we get dinner started then? Spaghetti okay?”

Max shrugged, then plopped himself down on the small couch on the living room. He grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels idly, not really focusing on what was on the screen. He settled on some action movie, and watched with only mild interest. His eyelids seemed to weigh tons, and the random shooting, fighting and flashy explosions from the television could barely hold his attention.

The smell of dinner coming from the kitchen, however, did manage to pique his interest. His tiredness was quickly replaced with hunger, and he found his eyes flickering more towards the kitchen than towards the TV screen.

A few more minutes passed before Max heard the ding on a timer. “Almost ready!” David called cheerfully from the kitchen. Soon they were both seated at the small kitchen table, mouths watering over their plate of spaghetti and meatballs.

Max tried to pace himself at first-really, he did-but he could never quite control himself when it came to David’s cooking. For most of his life, Max’s parents hardly, if ever, made him anything. Most of the time Max had to survive of freezer burnt microwave dinners, cans of soup, or boxes of stale crackers. In comparison, the spaghetti was divine.

“You like it?” David asked, smiling.

Max looked up from his plate to glance at David, then quickly looked away. “It’s okay, I guess.” He mumbled, spooning more spaghetti in his mouth.

David chuckled, then went back to his own meal.

Within the next hour, Max was lying in his bed in the guest room of David’s apartment. The room was mostly bare, save for Max’s bags, but David had promised they could decorate it together later. Max buried his face further in his pillow as he thought of David’s stupid smile, thinking about starting a stupid DIY project together to liven up his room. He definitely wasn’t looking forward to that, at all. Really.

For once in his short life, Max found himself able to fall asleep fairly easily. The normal insomnia that plagued him seemed to have disappeared, for this night at least. Before long, Max’s breathing became steadier, and he found himself drifting off into sleep.

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David’s eyes were also feeling particularly heavy. The day with social services had drained him as well. David had no idea how difficult it would be to take in a kid. Providing for him was one thing, but dealing with the system was another. Due to David taking care of Max over the summer as a camp counselor, he convinced Max’s social worker to let him begin fostering Max, although he hadn’t quite completed all the training courses yet, and he barely scraped by on the income requirement. He still had a lot of paperwork to fill out too, not to mention the stipulation that he find an appropriate sitter for the times David wouldn’t be home. He also had to start preparing for Max’s first day of school next week…

David sighed, and sank deeper into the couch. “I really hope I don’t screw this up…” He mumbled to himself. He decided to stay up for a few more hours, doing some research on child care on his laptop, while another movie played in the background. After a while he couldn’t fight the sleepiness anymore, and headed off towards his room.

Before he reached his room, however, he stopped outside of Max’s door. For just a moment, he thought he heard something.

David pressed his ear against the door and listened for the mysterious sound he heard before. Sure enough,there it was again. It was faint, as the sound was muffled through the door, but he could hear it: it sounded as if someone was shuffling around in Max’s room, maybe even pacing. David listened closer, and though he heard sniffling as too. A scared whimper, sniffling, then more shuffling.

Panic burst in David’s chest; his first thought was that Max had somehow gotten hurt. Although he normally knocked to respect Max’s need for space, he couldn’t help but fling open the door in a rush.

“Max! Max, what’s wrong?” David shouted, glancing around the room frantically. His eyes landed on Max, who was currently throwing every last piece of clothing out of the drawers and onto the floor of his room. David stood into the entry of the doorway, stunned, before he found his voice again. “Max?”

He seemed to have heard him that time. When Max turned around, David stepped back in shock.

He had never seen Max like this before. The boy’s cheeks were stained with tears, his eyes red and puffy from obvious crying. His hair was a tousled mess, and his chest heaved up and down with long, shuddering breaths. His eyes shone with fear, but once he realized he was looking at David, the all too familiar anger and irritation returned.

“Leave me the f—k alone, David” He screamed, throwing what appeared to be an old t-shirt at David with all the anger he could muster. David caught the shirt easily.

Concern ever growing, David stepped into the room and looked about the mess strewn about. “Max? What is going on? Is everything okay?”

Max let out a low growl of frustration. “Would you stop asking me if I’m okay every 5 seconds! What the hell is wrong with you?” He replied, obviously trying to deflect the question.

“Well…it’s because I care about you Max. I’m concerned, and I just…” David hesitated. “I just want to do what’s best for you. Besides,” He said, placing his hands on his hips. “I’ve think you’ve given me reason to be a little concerned tonight.”

Max went quiet for a moment, glaring at David-though the normal heated anger in his eyes just wasn’t there. He let out a long sigh, then mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that?” David asked, stepping closer to Max; but not too close, still wanting to give Max some space.

“I can’t f—king find it.”

“Find what?”

Max grew quiet again. “M-my bear.” He stammered out quickly. “I can’t find Mr. Honeynuts” He felt his face grow hot, and he couldn’t bear to look David in the eyes.

David crouched down to be at eye level with Max. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m sure we’ll find him. You brought him with you when you came to stay with me, right?”

“Of course!” Max replied. “There’s no way I’d leave Mr. Honeynuts in that f—cking hellhole with my parents.”

“Well, then we’ll just have to look for him together! Two pairs of eyes are better than one, right?’ David offered with a smile. Max rolled his eyes, not willing to admit that he was grateful.

So, it was at 2am that the pair decided to search the apartment for the missing bear. While cleaning up Max’s room, they looked over his space with a flashlight. Next was David’s room, the kitchen, the bathroom, and finally the living room. As time wore on, Max grew more worried. The determined look that had settled onto his face earlier had slowly worn away, until he was back in the anxious state David had found him in.

“Where do you last remember seeing him, Max?” David asked, as they both sat down on the sitting room couch.

Max thought for a while, his brow knitting in frustration. “The last I saw him was in my room…” He trailed off, trying to remember exactly where in his room. It had been a hectic few days.

They sat in silence for a few moments, before David spoke up. “Hey Max…why were you looking for Mr. Honeynuts so late, anyway?”

Max stiffened next to him. Rather than replying, the boy pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly, his green eyes turned away from David.

David hesitated. He didn’t want to pry, yet he already had a feeling what had made Max so frantic. This wasn’t the first time Max had a nightmare since living with him, but it was definitely one of his worse ones. Should he bring it up? Comfort him some way, but how?

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.” David said, figuring it was best not to push so much. Max was still very much closed off and wary of sharing too much, even though he had warmed up since Parent’s Day.

Max nodded. To fill the silence, David turned on the television. They sat awash in the neon blue glow of the television, watching a nature documentary. Almost an hour passed, with David slowly nodding off, but Max on high alert. He knew he wouldn’t sleep tonight without Mr. Honeynuts by his side. So for the time being, he watched the nature documentary drone on. Ironically enough, it was about bears. The topic kept him thinking about his own bear. He hadn’t slept with him in a couple nights, not feeling the need to. He did, however like to have Honeynuts near by. He used to hide the bear under his bed in the suitcase he used to carry his stuff from his parents house, until David had found him with it one night. Although it wasn’t worth it to hide him anyway, Max still felt the sting of embarrassment every time he remembered David knew. Recently, though Max had noticed the bear had gotten kind of grimy, and then-

“Ah!” Max exclaimed aloud. David jolted from his sleep, turning to look at Max.

“What what is it? What’s going on?” David asked groggily.

“I remember! I left Mr. Honeynuts in my pile of laundry. Because he was dirty!” He said excitedly, springing up from the couch in an uncharacteristic show of enthusiasm. “David, when did you last do laundry?”

“Hm…About two days ago…I think I do remember seeing Mr. Honeynuts on top of your clothes. When I brought the laundry back he was there, before I started putting away clothes. But I didn’t see him in the end, so I thought you had taken him.”

“When did you last see him!?”

“Um…last time was when I brought the laundry basket from the laundry room and into the living room. But we didn’t see him in here…” David said sadly.

A thought suddenly occurred to Max. Duh! Why didn’t he think of this before!? He grabbed David’s flashlight, then looked underneath the couch.

And there was Mr. Honeynuts, splayed underneath. Max couldn’t reach him fast enough, but his short arms couldn’t quite make it. David reached under the couch, grabbing it for him and handing it to him.

“He must of rolled under there when I was doing the laundry.” David said, relieved. “Ah, I’m sorry I didn’t notice Max.”

The boy was too busy clutching his bear to his chest to reply, burying his face in Mr. Honeynets head. For a moment, David realized he looked like an actual ten-year-old; no cynicism, no bitterness or anger-just the pure relief and vulnerability of a kid who found his beloved teddy bear.

Max looked up at David, mumbling a quick thanks. David smiled; somehow Max being embarrassed made him even seem more child-like. “No problem, Max. Let’s get back to bed, huh?” David suggested, reaching for the remote to turn off the television.

Max nodded before heading towards his room. David walked with him there, and looked over the room one more time to make sure they had gotten everything put back in place.

“Goodnight, Max.” David said, before turning to leave.

“Um, David. Wait.” Max said. David turned back around to find Max sitting up in his bed, looking suddenly nervous.

“Can you…uh…can you leave the door open? Just a little?” He asked, his voice small. David’s heart felt heavy. He hated seeing Max this scared; it was a good thing they found Mr. Honeynuts when they did.

“Sure, thing Max,” David replied softly. “And just so you know, I’m just down the hall. If you ever need me, don’t hesitate to come get me, okay?”

“Yeah…Thanks David.” Max replied, a small smile crossing his lips.

“Goodnight kiddo”

“Night David.”

David walked to his room, and settled down onto his own bed. He knew fostering Max would bring challenges, but if he could help him feel a little bit safer…well, then that just made it all the more worthwhile.

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Copied from @andalite-angel post. Edited slightly.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, etc. are allowed.

Biospecialist, Marco/Rachel, Sam/Rahne, all cannon Disney Princess pairings, the two young kids Pacific Rim Uprising, Lancitty, Evo Kurt/ Amanda, Jott in Evo. Skyward??

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or ***** that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

Fanfic writers and Evo romy, adult Jubilee x Gambit, others.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Never gonna be big on Evo Romy ever again, will forever hate Rahne x Roberto, Sam and Rahne with anyone but each other!!

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Evo Romy...somtimes. Because it does sorta make sense IN FANNON, but not in cannon. And Jean x Scott, because it’s so iconic, but I only like them in Evo, so...yah.

E - Have you added anything cracky crazy/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

See my fan fiction.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

The Little Mermaid and Star Trek have been there for 95% of my life.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask, Sam/Rahne, Ariel and Eric (first when I was 5, even though I wanted to be Ariel), Rachel Tobias (first when I was actually gettin into fandom), Jake/Cassie (Animorphs), Clark/Lana, Clark/Lois (I think??) and Chloe/Ollie, Romy (even in Evo at a point!), and now Eliza and Goliath in Gargoyles. I keep saying I’m not a shipper, but I think I’m just a subtle one that pines and doesn’t read a lot of fanfic, but my heart swells over seeing my OTP on screen

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

TV Shows and Western (superhero) Animation mostly, but also a few animes.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

I was annoyed by the Agents Of Shield fandoms behavior for a while, but I’ve never stopped liking any fandoms because of Tumblr.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

SuperWhoLock, Riverdale...some other popular teen shows.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Tie between Sailor Moon and Gambit I guess, but I’m sure there are lots of others. Sailor Jupiter has a good arc as well, even though she doesn’t have a lot of character development TBH.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

Roberto Dacosta’s super strength power is pretty cool and he’s a chill guy. And rich. (I just realized that a lot of X-Men characters are rich, actually. Gambit, Xavier, Warren and him. Holy crap.)

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Sailor Jupiter and Sailor Moon. TAS Rogue too, because she seems fun to hang with, and who wouldn’t like to be called “Sugah” all the time?

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

MORE GAMBIT (and comic Nightcrawler) IMAGINES!! And just more love and less fan wars across all fandoms, really.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Hero by Chad Kroger. Ship: Romy or Mollyx Remy. Character: Gambit or Angel.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

For any fandom? A mad scientist and a famous baker get together after the scientist contacts aliens, resulting in a warring invasion on earth.

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

To be perfectly honest, The Smurfs because we’re a Christain household and we found it had stuff in it we didn’t agree with. I was three. Other than that, I’ve only given up one other fandom permenantly that wasn’t what I thought it was and chosen at a bad time.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Kurt and Kitty in Evo, and Logan and Kurt is cool, but I don’t actually pay much attention to it.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Hmmm. One that isn’t too boring? Remy isn’t (wasn’t? He is married now) particular about a woman’s height and is comfortable enough with himself to date a woman much taller or shorter than he is. (Remember, Frenzy was freaking 6′7 before she got rebooted to a normal height and it was implied they had history.) For a while it was a wish of mine they’d pair him with a short gal, because all X-women are physically clones of each other, minus Rahne, Kitty and Jubilee. Blargh. Oooh, just had an idea for a new art project to make the girls look individual! ^_^

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Besides the above? Uh...headcannon that Remy smells good and his hair is silky to the touch and yes I’m a sick, weird little person, I know. Haha, not really. I’m not much of a headcannon person.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

* Gambit: Hot, suave, lit, accent, good cook, romantic, my fictional ideal man (told you, I’m sick and weird). * Sailor Jupiter: Sweet, loyal, living on her own at bloody 14 years old, strong physically and emotionally, had trouble believing/finding her feminity like me, tall (not like me!), brunette character, thunder powers. * Tuvok (Star Trek): My second crush ever, calm, reflective, hot grandpa, sarcasm galore, strong, suffers emotionally and physically, POC and like the only black vulcan that I know of, cute little boy chest, that butt (XD), frakin’ hot.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

Surprisingly, one I haven’t talked about yet and that I’m not really fandom-y about. Rapunzel from Tangled. When I saw the movie, I was attached to her immediately. I’d grown up homeschooled and at that point I’d been caregiving for one of my parents for six years at that point, unable to move out and get married and have much of a life, so I was always metaphorically in a tower too. I have childish interests, am artistic and creative, have done LOTS of self-insert art like her, and am a generally happy person (even if I don’t always show it and don’t smile enough). So, out of every character in my many fandoms, I relate to Rapunzel the most. Also, I have only 2 things of Tangled merch-the movie, the soundtrack, and a gorgeous bedspread that’s actually based on the show, but doesn’t look like it. (I don’t like it’s animation/character designs, so it’s been hard to get into it.)

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

OMG, do we have to go here? Anything over-sexualized or kinky or just plain gross/weird. (v***, gore, ect.) There’s this one X-Men:Evo artist on DA that would be brilliant, but I can’t stomach their gallery because they feel the need to do a few v*** and bondage pics amongst otherwise G-rated pictures. *throws up* IT’S A SHOW FOR 7-YEAR OLDS!!

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Huge guy, Tiny girl! (but it looks...weird...in live action. *Good Luck Charlie flashbacks*.) Also age differences. Some people are put off by Usagi and Mamo’s age difference in Classic, but I think it’s cute and they were really chaste about it. Specifically, I liked the part where he told her to do well in school for some reason.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)? Holy crap, Pride and Prejudice and Anne of Green Gables. No one on my dash is into them though, it’s a real life thing. Long story.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

I have written more self-inserts than is probably healthy, but at least I’ve mostly gotten past my teenage phase of thinking anime guys are hot and it’s extended to Gambit as well. I’d much rather see him be portrayed by a living, breathing actor semi-bringing my fantasies to life than as a drawn character. Well, not that I’m not happy seeing him animated and his voice in Evo is still super hot, but that’s another thing. Anyway, on that note, I wish XM:E weren’t a dead fandom and I could get more reviews instead of just faves/follows. I get so frustrated, because I’m not writing my fics for myself, I’m writing them to finish the story and for the fans. I know OCs/SI aren’t everyones bread and butter, but when you work hard on something, you want people to enjoy and appreciate it on it’s own merits. My regulars dropped off the planet and the fandom is just not that active online. (It’s still kind of active though, otherwise the Gambit and other prints on Steven Gordon’s online store wouldn’t have sold out so fast.) I wish it had been as creative as the MLP fandom, but even that wouldn’t have saved it. Thankfully, there are a few people “keeping the faith”, like Coldfusion180 and some others. They haven’t abandoned it and people have made AMVs for it in recent years, long after the shows cancellation. I know we’ve all moved on in one way or another, but it’s still nice to see the love for the show and it’s characters going strong, even if we’re now a niche fandom, tiny, but there. And even if I don’t get another single review up until the last in the series, at least I can say I finished it, if nothing else. Even if your fandom is dead, keep supporting it. If we don’t keep the characters alive, they die and are forgotten. They need us.

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