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[jexnkookie]

BTS: In the Secret (Idol! Jungkook x Reader) [Chapter 5]

Summary: Big Hit announces a new season of In the Soop with a twist; one lucky Army is going to join the members for an entire summer of filming, picked by a random poll. You were selected, and ready to have an amazing summer. But what happens when you win something else that's a bit more complicated; the heart of the group's maknae?

Rating: M (18+)

Chapter Warnings: None.

Tag List: @cassies-cookies @hoeinthehouse @jjeonjjk7 @kaitieskidmore97 @laylasbunbunny @leetha43 @rrosiitas @whoa-jo @1-in-abillion 

While you were sleeping, Jungkook did what he did best when he needed to clear his head; he boxed. After slipping on his gloves and getting into position, he let it all out on a punching bag. Again, his thoughts settled on you; how you felt in his arms, how you gazed at his lips like he gazed at yours, giving him a glimmer of hope that just maybe you wanted to kiss him, too. He needed to get you alone again, and away from the cameras. 

It was something he had thought about while working out. All the cameras on the property were filming every move the members made. Of course, that’s what everyone signed up for. No surprise there. But that means everything will be up to view soon, and Jungkook didn’t know what would be aired, and what wouldn’t. Would their short-lived game of truth or dare, where you gave Taehyung a quick kiss, be seen by fans? Or your movie day together? What about him carrying you to bed? He hoped not, knowing how some fans react to just a dating rumor. He didn’t want you to be on the receiving end of one of those storms. Whatever heat he got, he could take it, and would take it, if it meant protecting you. 

So he continued thinking; how can he get you away from the other members, and away from the cameras, to have privacy with you? How can he keep this a secret, while still properly confessing? A grin came to his face as he hatched an idea, but he’d need a little time to think through the details. That wouldn’t be now, however, as you walked into the door of the gym. 

“Hey.” You greeted him with a wave. “I’m so sorry I fell asleep. That was so embarrassing, and I feel awful.” 

“Don’t, it’s ok.” He said, his voice going soft once again, as became a habit around you. “You were tired.” 

“And um…thank you, for bringing me to my bedroom.” You blushed, walking closer to him as he had paused his workout. “That was really sweet of you.” 

“Any time.” He smiled.

Figuring out where to move the conversation to, because you didn’t want to stop talking to him, you glanced to his boxing gloves. 

“Y’know, I’ve never boxed before.” You smiled. “It looks fun, though.” 

“I can show you.” He grinned, always ready to play. Jungkook began removing his gloves, before raising his sparkling eyes to yours. “Here, put these on. They’ll probably be too big but it’ll work for now.” 

Standing very close to you, he helped you put them on, as you had never done so before. You felt as though you couldn’t breathe, and like your heart had paused in your chest. How is it even possible for someone be that beautiful? He stood tall over you, and you wanted him to put his arms around you so badly. Little did you know, he wanted to, as well. He focused solely on your gloves, but being so close to you and feeling your eyes on him made him more nervous than he’d care to admit. He wanted to lean down just enough to kiss you, but he knew it wasn’t the right time. 

Not yet. Not in front of the cameras, and not on the property. 

He had an idea, and he wanted to stick to it. 

“Ok!” He smiled. “I’ll show you how to throw a punch, then you’ll hit me.” 

“I don’t wanna hurt you!” You laughed. 

“I really doubt you’re going to hurt me.” He teased, smirking at you. 

“We’ll see. I can be mean!” 

“I seriously doubt that.” Jungkook giggled. “Let’s get it, c’mon!” 

You threw punch after punch, while Jungkook blended teasing words with encouragement. He loved your competitiveness and playfulness, as it matched him so well. He thought to himself, as he was laughing with you, how easy it is just to be with you. Although you were a fan, that’s why you were selected, you treated him like a normal person. Someone to joke with, someone to just hang out with. He felt like he never had to try around you, and he appreciated that you didn’t seem to try hard to impress him, either. Everything just felt so natural. 

“Alright, Kookie, I’m taking you down this round.” You giggled through deep breaths, collecting yourself. 

“Yeah?” He grinned. “You’re confident?” 

“Mhm.” You hummed. “Watch.” 

With that, you went back in with a fierceness, making him smile and coo to himself, watching how you were trying so hard but still couldn’t even knock him back. Moving in closer to him, you both began laughing as it was clear that this was going nowhere for you. Jungkook “fought” back, moving forward towards you, making you back up despite your cute complaints. (“No fair, you’re bigger! I’m punching above my weight!”) Without paying too much attention, caught up in the fun you were having together, you were backed against the wall, trapped by Jungkook. 

“Fine! You win!” You laugh, throwing your head back to the wall. 

Jungkook was somehow even closer than he was before, with your body resting against the wall. While you both caught your breath, grinning over your silliness, Jungkook’s hand instinctively came up to brush strands of hair away from your face as your eyes were gazing into his. 

You stared at each other for what felt like hours, just enjoying being close. The moment felt fragile, as though if either person moved too quickly, it would shatter. 

“Hi.” He whispered, breaking the silence. 

“Hi.” 

“I…” Jungkook started without really understanding what it was he needed to say. “That was fun.” 

“Yeah.” You smiled warmly, biting your lip nervously before adding, “I like hanging out with you.” 

“Yeah?” He grinned. “I like hanging out with you, too.”  

And just like that, it was present again; another fragile moment. Eyes glued to each other, butterflies in his stomach, and a racing heart in your chest. Words that you both weren’t quite sure how to say, or if you should say them, lingering in the air, making the room feel heavy. The  attraction was immediate, but now the spark is glowing, as well. It was something you both knew, but didn’t understand how to approach it. 

“I, uh, think we may need a shower.” Jungkook said softly. “Before Yoongi-hyung finishes dinner.” 

“You’re probably right.” You smiled, sighing internally that the moment couldn’t last. 

“You go first. I’ll clean up here, and meet you later, ok?” 

“Ok.” You replied. You looked over his features one more time before leaving for your guesthouse. 

Jungkook was grinning uncontrollably, feeling electric from the interaction. He knew he couldn’t mess this up with you, but he needed to tell you how he felt. There was something between you two that was almost magnetic, drawing him to you in ways that felt unreal. He understood he needed to act, but it needed to be private and personal, and just right. 

He quickly reached for his phone, and looked for the answer to one question; 

How long until a lake clears after a flood? 

A week passed, and it seemed to fly by. You had discussed your favorite records with Yoongi, painted a bit with Taehyung, beaten Jin at Mario Kart (much to his dismay), and gossiped over drinks with Jimin. The latter of which you increasingly became closer with, thanking multiple glasses of wine and late night conversations for that. 

“Are you single?” Jimin asked. It was 4 a.m., and the cameras were turned off for the night, allowing you to speak more freely. 

“I am.” You responded. “Honestly, I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t. Spending a summer with 7 men alone… I don’t think a boyfriend would appreciate that, you know? What about you?” 

“That’s true… And, me too.” He said. “The last one, I don’t know… we just didn’t work out.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“It’s ok. It’s in the past now.” Jimin smiled kindly. “Can I ask about you?” 

“My last boyfriend?” You rolled your eyes at the memory. “I broke up with him. We just never had any fun together, you know? It grew stale very quickly, like we were stuck in this routine, and he took himself too seriously to try anything new.” 

“He doesn’t sound like your type.”

“Yeah?” You grinned at his response, pouring more wine. “What do you think my type is?” 

“I think you like someone you can have fun with.” He stated, leaning back into the couch, a mischievous look gracing his features as if holding in a secret. “I think you’d like someone who can make you laugh and who will play with you, but he can also be sensitive and take care of you.” 

“You almost sound like you have someone in mind for me.” You giggled. 

“Not really.” Jimin smiled, looking down at his glass. “Just guessing.” 

At the end of the week, Jungkook had come to your bedroom door, knocking to wake you. It was late; late enough where the cameras were turned off and the other members were sleeping. You furrowed your brow wondering who would be coming to get you at this time, and why. 

“Jungkook?” You whispered. “What are you doing?” 

“Y/N, I have a surprise for you,” He whispers, his eyes somehow dazzling in the dark. “Should you choose to accept it.” 

“You make it sound like a video game side quest, Kookie.” You giggle. “I accept. What is it?” 

“Put on some shoes, and come with me.” He responded with a boyish grin. “I have something to show you.” 

You did as you were told, and Jungkook led you though the dark to the ATV on the property. Attached to it, somehow, was a bottle from Yoongi’s whiskey stash and a blanket. You were suddenly thankful for the cover of the night, because you could feel your cheeks blushing as you gathered what he could be up to. 

“Get on, and hold on tight to me, ok?” He explained. “I found something I think you’ll like.” 

After getting onto the back of the ATV, you got comfortable and hugged him tightly from the back. Jungkook smiled at the feeling of your arms, and he hoped it was the first of many times he’d feel you wrapped around him. He took off, checking to make sure the members and the staff weren’t paying attention, and took you down the road. The drive was short, and you wondered what Jungkook could’ve possibly found, as you were in the woods. 

But as he drove up to what seemed to be a perfect, private oasis, your eyes grew wide. Tucked in a cleared spot, there was a lake with the moonlight reflecting off the cool water. It was peaceful and serene, with only the occasional sound of crickets breaking the silence. 

“It’s the lake that the staff members mentioned may flood.” Jungkook explained as he helped you off the ATV. “I wanted to bring you here for a few days, but it needed to clear first.” 

“This is so pretty.” You said.  

“Come on, let’s go sit down.” He said, carrying the blanket and the wine. 

“I feel like a teenager.” You laughed as Jungkook spread the blanket on the ground. “Sneaking out of the house late with a boy, stealing alcohol from the kitchen.” 

“We’re rebels.” Jungkook laughed. You sat next to him, and he popped open the bottle of wine. “Meaning we drink from the bottle, too…and totally not because I forgot to grab glasses.” 

“I love this.” You giggled. “Thank you for bringing me out here. This is nice.” 

“Anytime.” He replied softly. “I’ve been thinking… this could be our place, y’know? If we need to get away from the cameras, from the set, we can just come here.” 

“That sounds amazing.” You said. Jungkook looked over at you, admiring your features and how they glowed in the moonlight. “Oh, look! We can see stars so clearly here.” You laid down on the blanket, and Jungkook followed. 

“I can see… the moon.” Jungkook joked, making you laugh. “I don’t know much about stars.” 

“Tell me your zodiac, and I’ll show you where it is.” You smiled. 

You began pointing out to Jungkook where his corner of the sky was, and where yours was alongside it. While you spoke about stars, Jungkook had some of his own in his eyes, hanging on every word you said. The atmosphere of the lake, the red wine buzz you both felt, and your sweet voice right next to him made him so, unbelievably happy. You spoke about his corner of the sky, but he felt like this little place he found was meant for both of you. Your little corner of the world. 

“Hey.” He whispered, cutting you off softly. 

“Hey.” You whispered back. 

“I…” A brief pause, but unlike that day in the gym, he knew what he needed to say. “I just want to tell you, that I meant what I said. The day I met you, I said you were so pretty. It’s true… I think you’re beautiful.” 

“T-Thank you.” You stuttered, blushing profusely at his gaze and attention.  

“Can…Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” 

“The day we were watching a movie, and the day we were boxing… I felt something.” Jungkook explained nervously. “I felt a.. I don’t know, a spark or something, if that makes sense. Did you… Do you…” 

“Yeah.” You smiled warmly. “Yeah, I feel it, too.” 

Once again, a fragile moment appearing. The warm, summer air feels heavy once again, and a rush of vulnerability passes through. The quiet part weighs on you both now that it’s been said out loud; he feels something for you, and you feel it to. Not love, not yet. Not enough to dive in head first. But enough to be a promise of something, or the hope of an exciting possibility. 

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asked, gazing down at your lips. You nodded your consent, and he slowly brought his hands to your waist, pulling you in closer to cuddle with him on the blanket. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, just as he had done back at the main house, but the action felt different this time. More real, knowing its intention. 

He smiled, as did you, at the tension of the moment. 

Then, he leans in, eyes closed. You closed yours as well, anticipating the touch. He lingers nearby, nerves taking over, but Jungkook wouldn’t miss his chance. His lips grazed yours, before connecting fully. Your hands came up to touch his chest softly, encouraging him to go just a bit further. So he did, deepening the kiss and savoring how your lips locked with his for the first time. 

After spending some time together, feeling high off of whatever this connection was, you both knew you needed to get back before the members and staff realized you were missing. Jungkook packed up and drove you back, but noticing the time and knowing the cameras hadn’t turned back on quite yet, he took your hand in his to walk you back to your bedroom. 

“Please get some rest, ok?” He whispered, leaning in close again, not able to get enough. “I’m sorry I kept you out so late.” 

“It’s ok.” You smiled, reaching up to wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“Y/N, listen.” He whispered, his tone more serious as he placed his hands on your hips. “I don’t want either of us to feel pressured by anyone about this… about us. I don’t want anyone jumping to their own conclusions about us before we even know for sure what we are. I just want us to spend time together, y’know? So when the cameras are on, and the members are around, let’s keep it between us.” 

“Ok.” You said, your voice a bit sad. 

“Hey, Y/N, c’mon.” Jungkook cooed, pulling you in close to hold you. “Trust me, I want everyone to know about this, but just not yet. I’m not hiding you, I’m protecting you. I promise. Please, just trust me.” 

He looked down at you, giving you a soft, slow kiss and feeling relieved when he felt your smile. 

“Goodnight.” You whispered, before turning towards the door. 

“Goodnight.” He replied. Jungkook struggled to let you go, wanting to hold you in his arms longer, now that he actually has you. 

You reached for his sweatshirt that night, wearing it to bed like you had done so many nights before. But somehow, it felt softer than ever. 

Next Chapter Coming Soon...Thank you! x

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[pastelvelvett-2nd]

Hello there I seen your wrote for Harvey from sdv, I’m not sure if what other sdv characters you will write for but I was wondering if I could request yan!sebastian x gn!Willing!reader. Just some stuff on what type of ya deer he is and how he would act with a so who is ok with his yandere tendencies. Sorry if this sounds confusing at all

Hello! Thank you for reading my Harvey fic!!

It doesn't sound confusing at all, don't worry about it. ^^ I present to you: ✨the yandere emo boy✨

Trigger warnings are, as always, in the tags!

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Yandere!Sebastian x GN!Willing!Reader

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Sebastian would be the type to take a while to warm up to you.

At first, Sebastian didn't think too much of you. He had absolutely no clue why you would decide to move here of all places when you already lived in a place he dreamed to live in. He was a bit jealous, to be frank.

Surprisingly enough, you kept visiting and talking to him, despite his aloof behavior the first time you spoke. The more you'd chat, the more he'd understand your perspective and what drove you to leave the hubub of the city. He began to get to know you better, and you seemed to want to do the same in turn.

Sebastian started awaiting your visits with bated breath, and when you did arrive, he acted a lot less cold than he initially did. He started being more open, and the two of you even shared some of his geeky interests. Your hangout sessions became his favorite part of the day.

With you, he was open and friendly. There was nothing he wouldn't share.

He realized something. How open he was... It's wasn't the norm. A person only shows certain facets of themselves to another. That's the way he used to function, and everyone else seemed to tick the same way. Surely, other people must know other sides of you that he wasn't familiar with.

There were many things he wouldn't find out about you. The thought made him feel sick to his stomach like little else did.

Sebastian would be the type to eventually begin stalking you.

This way, he'd get to know you in a deeper way he ever could just by listening to information you'd offer him. He'd follow you around town, watching as you'd go shopping or talk to the villagers. Sometimes you'd even go drinking on fridays and play videogames on the arcade machines with Sam.

You seemed close to Sam.

Sebastian would be the type to cut anyone off without a second thought, anyone that isn't you.

As much of a loner as Sebastian already was, he gradually talked to Abigail less and less, and Sam... He stopped talking to him alltogether.

Sebastian would be the type to want to do awful things to someone he once called a close friend, all because of you.

He couldn't stand the sight of him anymore, which was a shame, because it seemed like the two of you spent more and more time together.

Sam obviously noticed his change of behavior, and so did you. Sam first tried talking to Sebastian about it, but a curt "I'm busy right now" and a dirty look from him made it clear that he wasn't quite as willing to talk.

When Sam saw Sebastian following you around town, he obviously went and told you about it. You seemed to react... A lot less scared than he expected you to?

"I'll talk to him about it. Don't worry." You told Sam, though he didn't think you talking to him would ease his worries any bit. He practically begged you to talk to tell the police, but you assured him you would take care of it. Sam eventually gave in, albeit reluctantly.

You visited Sebastian like you usually would, acting completely normal as if you never found out he had been stalking to you. If you didn't bring the topic up, then he would've never known that you knew, but you did exactly that.

You confronted him about it.

In such a calm and casual way, Sebastian thought he was dreaming or hallucinating.

You explained that you knew everything. You left out who told you and just said you caught on to it on your own, just to be safe.

You explained you had no problem with it. Sebastian didn't believe you at first. He was upset that you would lie to him.

But you assured him of your honesty. You truly didn't mind. Sebastian's eyes widened, now believing you.

He loved you before this an abnormal amount, but somehow, hearing this made him love you even more.

Sebastian would be the type to build a shrine to you.

He adored you. So much. He felt so grateful that you would accept even this... Intense side of him, so grateful that you treated him with so much love. So happy that you apparently liked him enough to ask him out.

Yes, despite him being head over heels for you, he was too shy to ask. Eventually he would, of course, but you made this so much easier for him.

And you, on the inside, didn't just tolerate his obsessive attention, but you were even pretty flattered about it. Not something you'd directly admit to him, of course.

Neighbors would urge you to not involve yourself with him, but you didn't listen.

Sebastian would be the type to only kill if he considered it necessary.

It wouldn't be out of guilt. Murder came with a lot of complications. Sebastian, being a calculated person that always thinks before he acts wouldn't give in to his violent urges. Except for when he had to, of course.

He just hoped there would be no need for it.

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[upat4amwiththemoon]

Hey can I have a platonic teen gn reader who has dyslexia( it is a reading and writing disability) x Avengers who goes to Peter’s school. They feel worthless and frustrated because they need help yet they can’t help others with English. So they try very hard yet it barely gets noticed. They are working so hard to the point they break. It is ok if you don’t do it. Thanks

Struggles

Summary: Working twice as hard just to reach their level.

Pairing: Avengers x gn!teen!reader

Warnings: I have a limited knowledge of dyslexia

Word count: 706

a/n: hopefully this is what you had in mind

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

masterlists | guidelines

Y/N mumbles a paragraph from the assigned book again. It’s the third time they are reading it through, struggling to fully comprehend what’s being said. Frustration is starting to rise, as the book has to be read by the end of the week, and they have to write a short essay on it to prove they read it.

“This one had a mast thin as a sapling. Its sail hung skewed and fraying, its sides were patched. I remember the jump in my throat when the sailor lifted his face. Burnt it was, an shiny with sun. A mortal.” They read out loud slowly, taking time with each individual word. Sighing, they rub the space between the brows, starting to feel a tension headache coming.

They don’t have a lot of motivation to do this, because they work so hard on every single assignment, but the grades aren’t showing it. It seems like everyone else in her English class is getting effortless As and Bs, while they are crawling along with Cs and Ds.

Slamming the book shut, they throw it to the ground. Y/N leans their head against the table, shutting their eyes tightly. The amount of work they have to put in their school work is starting to get overwhelming.

Taking a deep breath in and letting it out, Y/N lifts their head and gets back to reading. They know they have to use more time to finish the work, even if it’s starting to feel like too much.

Y/N stares at their paper as they and Peter walk into the compound. D. All that work for a D. Their eyes are burning as the two come up to the living room, where some of the Avengers are hanging out. Although, Peter doesn’t live at the compound, he spends a lot of his time there, being good friends with Y/N.

“Hey, kids!” Tony is the first one to greet them. “Got your English assignments back today?”

Peter nods, taking out his paper. “I got a B+.” He smiles.

“Great job, kid!” He claps his hands together once.

“I know the Avengers work takes a lot out of the both of you, so we want you guys to know we’re proud of you.” Steve smiles before turning to Y/N. “What did you get?”

“A D.” They mumble, eyes and cheeks burning. Their gaze is cast downwards, away from their team’s eyes. They don’t want to see any disappointed looks. “I’m sorry, I really tried. I worked so hard on it. I did my best, but it wasn’t enough.” Their voice starts to crack and their whole body shake.

“Hey, hey,” Natasha gets out of her seat, walking to Y/N, “it’s okay. Grades aren’t everything, you don’t need to apologize.” She wraps her arms around them.

“But it’s not just this assignment, it’s every single one.” They lean against Natasha.

“Why didn’t you tell us? Or ask help from anyone?” Steve asks.

Y/N hiccups, lifting their head. “I wanted to prove I could do it by myself, that I could be just as good as everyone else. But I couldn’t.”

“We all need help with something.” Peter sets his hand on Y/N’s arm. “I always need Steve’s help with history. I just can’t remember all the names and years on my own.” Steve nods in confirmation. “I’ll help you out with English, okay? We can work on the assignments together.”

Wiping away their tears, Y/N nods lightly. They didn’t necessarily feel good about crying in front of everyone, wanting to keep a capable picture of themselves in front of the others, but they still feel relieved to get it all out in the open.

“Thank you.” They whisper.

“We’re all here to help you, kid.” Tony speaks up. “Well, they are. I’m no help in book essay thingies.”

With a small laugh, Y/N nods again. “Do you want to go over our essays together now?” Peter asks.

“Yeah.”

Peter and Y/N start walking out of the room. “You two always make us proud!” Tony shouts after them, showing a thumbs up. Peter smiles giddily as they walk towards his room, craving Mr Stark’s acceptance.

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[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 4

Eminem x Reader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : Y/N’s ex boyfriend interrupts her dinner with Marshall.

Tags : angst, light smut, mention of miscarriage

You couldn’t believe Simon was standing here, only a few hours after breaking your heart for the second time.

- What are you doing here ? You asked.

- Can I talk to you alone ? He replied, looking at the three other people who were staring at you.

- Yeah… come to my room, you said as you led him upstairs.

You closed the door to your bedroom and caught him staring around.

- Nice space, he said. You settled in ok ?

- Why are you here Simon ? You asked.

- I want to apologise, he said. I didn’t expect to see you. Especially not when I was with someone else. I think I owe you an explanation.

- You don’t. We are broken up and you are free to kiss whoever you want, you pointed out.

- Still, I’m sorry you had to witness this.

You tried to smile and keep your composure. As much as seeing him with another woman hurt your feelings, you were touched by his apology.

- I hope she makes you happy, you said.

- She does.

- May I ask how long the two of you have been dating ?

- A while now, he said, suddenly looking uneasy.

- As in…? You felt the need to insist.

- Well, it pretty much started immediately after I left you, he admitted.

- Wow. You did not lose any time, did you ?

You stared at him in disbelief. You did not expect him to start dating so soon after leaving you.

- I want to come clean, Simon said.

- About what ?

You could feel yourself becoming more aggressive. You sensed there was something wrong.

- Sarah and I met when you were in the hospital, he said.

- Did you cheat on me ? You asked.

- No. I could never. But she… - she is part of the reason why I left, he admitted.

- I don’t understand. You said you left because I had a problem that needed fixing.

- I know. And I did. Partly.

- Did you even care about me ? You asked. Or were you just too eager to start a new, easier relationship ?!

- Of course I cared. I was worried sick for you. But then I met Sarah and…

Simon took a long pause.

- She made me see how simple love can and should be, he explained. As much as I loved you, there was too much drama between us. You know it too, Y/N.

- No. Don’t try this with me, you warned him. What you have the audacity to call drama is what I call trauma, Simon. I DID NOT CHOOSE TO LOSE OUR BABY. I DID NOT CHOOSE TO GRIEVE WHILE YOU MOVED ON.

- But you did choose to take pills, he said.

- BECAUSE YOU FUCKING LEFT ME ALONE, you screamed at him. PILLS WERE THE ONLY THING THAT HELPED ME EASE THE PAIN. YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I TOOK PILLS ? YOU WERE FUCKING UNABLE TO BE HERE FOR ME. AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO COME HERE TO DO WHAT ? EASE YOUR CONSCIENCE ? TRY AND BE A GOOD MAN ?

You were now looking at Simon with disgust.

- Let me make this clear for you : a good man would have stayed by my side. A good man would have helped me. A GOOD MAN WOULD HAVE HAD THE BALLS TO BE HONEST FROM THE GET GO.

- Would you have seeked help if I had been ? He asked.

- THAT IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS. YOU ARE A PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN.

- Look, Y/N, I am sorry. I thought I needed to tell you the truth. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and you have no idea how hard it’s been.

- WELL I DON’T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT YOUR GUILTY CONSCIENCE.

You were screaming at the top of your lungs and tears were running down your face.

- Simon, I think you should go, Talia said as she emerged in the room.

- Look, I am sorry. I am merely trying to do the right thing, he tried to explain.

- YOU KNOW WHAT ? MAYBE I AM GLAD I LOST THE BABY AFTER ALL. I WOULDN’T WANT MY CHILD TO GROW UP TO BE A PIECE OF SHIT LIKE YOU.

- Y/N ! Enough ! Jamal said.

- No. You have no idea what he…

- We heard everything, he interrupted.

Everyone was now gathered in your room, looking at you. Your heart was beating fast and you were out of your mind.

- I never want to see you again, Simon, you said coldly.

- I am sorry, he said before leaving.

You looked at him as he left the room and, eventually, the house. You were still crying, but unable to make a single sound.

- I thought you were going to kill him, Jamal said. God, I didn’t know you were capable of screaming so loud.

- You should have let me, you simply said.

- Are you ok ? Talia asked.

- No. He lied to me. He never really cared. All this time I thought… whatever.

You put your face in your hands. Still in shock. It felt as if everything you had ever felt about your relationship had been a lie all along.

You felt someone pulling you in their arms. It was Marshall. You didn’t move. You just kept on crying, tears of sadness, pain and anger. He didn’t move either, he just stood still and stroked your hair.

- Do you need anything ? Talia asked, but you were unable to answer.

- We should give them a moment, babe, Jamal said.

- We… we’ll be downstairs, she said.

You heard the door close and it was just you and Marshall. For what seemed like forever, you were unable to stop crying. He held you and stroked your hair and skin in an attempt to soothe you. At some point, you had no tears left. Still, it took a few minutes for you to let go of Marshall’s. When you realised you were holding on to him, you felt embarrassed.

- sorry, you said. I didn’t mean to…

- It’s fine, he said, taking a look at your face. You don’t have to apologise.

- I kind of do, though. You probably had other plans that didn’t involve me bawling like a baby or screaming like a madwoman.

- Well you didn’t choose to, did you ?

- No but… God, I am so embarrassed, you said.

- Don’t be, he said as he took your hand.

- I am such a mess. And Simon he is such an…

- Dont start. Don’t think of him, he said.

His voice was firm. It almost sounded like an order. It would probably have felt weird if this hadn’t been soothing. Truth was, you didn’t want to think anymore. About anything. This very instant, you wished you could swallow some pills, just to ease your mind and prevent you from overthinking.

You let your head fall on Marshall’s shoulder, your hand still in his. In this moment, his presence was the most reassuring thing in the world. He pulled you closer and held you again. You buried your face in his neck.

- Do you want to leave ? You finally asked.

- Do you want me to leave ? Marshall asked back.

- No, not yet, you replied instinctively, before you could even think about your words.

You could feel his fingers tracing circles on your skin. You kept your eyes closed and focused on the sensation of his skin against yours. You could feel his breath on your neck.

- I just… I don’t want to think, you said, your head buried in his neck.

- Then don’t, he replied.

Without really thinking, you planted a kiss on his neck. You could tell he was surprised as it almost startled him. Yet, he pulled you even closer and dug his fingers into your skin. This prompted you to do it again. His skin felt soft and warm against your lips.

- Kiss me, you pleaded, without thinking about it. It was as if words fell out of your mouth.

And much to your surprise, he did kiss you. He held you tight as his lips brushed against yours. The kiss was soft, at first, and then deepened, as Marshall’s tongue found yours. He placed one hand on the back of your neck, the other on your hip. You soon found yourself against the wall as he kept kissing you. You didn’t want it to end. In fact, it was quite the contrary. You kissed him harder and softly bit his lip, causing him to grunt.

- Y/N… he started, his blue eyes staring into yours.

- Please, you pleaded.

In that moment, you realised you were full of desire for him. You wanted nothing else but for him to make the pain go away. For a split second, it seemed like he was going to talk, but his lips found yours again. His kisses were soft, so were the strokes of his fingers on your skin. But as agreeable as this was, you wanted more.

- Marshall, please.

- What ? He asked between two kisses.

- More.

It was the only word that could leave your lips. More. Marshall gently pushed you against the wall again and deepened your kiss, his hands starting to wander around your body. It felt as though your skin was on fire. You needed him, you craved his touch. Your hands started to wander as well. You pulled his hat and his jacket, before running your fingers through his hair. You could feel his hands in your back, underneath your tank top. His moves were ever so soft, ever so slow, as if he wanted to make sure not to rush you. You were the one in control. Soon enough, you ran your hands underneath his tee-shirt. You could feel muscles under your touch.

- Take it off, you ordered.

Once again, he did as you said and went back to kissing you. You ran your fingers through his back, gently scratching it with your nails. You could tell he liked it by the way he deepened the kiss. He gently grabbed your waist and you wrapped your legs around him. He brought you to the bed, placing you on top of him. You quickly took your tank top off and he gently unclasped your bra. Your chest was against his and it felt like your skin was meant for his touch. You started grinding against him while you kept on kissing and he gently caressed your back. At that point, you were soaking wet and you wanted him to feel how much desire you had for him, just like you could feel him being rock hard for you. As you got up to remove your sweatpants, he gently grabbed your arm.

- Y/N… he started.

- Mmh ? You asked.

- I don’t think it’s a good idea, he said, sitting up.

- Don’t you want to ? You asked, confused.

- Believe me, I do, but… we shouldn’t.

- How about you hold that thought for later ? You said seductively, before kissing him with passion. I want you.

He kissed you back and pulled you closer for a second before breaking the kiss again.

- Y/N… no.

This time, it was firm. You stared at him in disbelief.

- What’s wrong ? You asked.

He stared in your eyes intensely and handed you your tank top.

- It’s a bad idea, Y/N.

- Why ? You asked, visibly hurt.

- I want you, he said. And you’re amazing, but…

- But what ? You asked rolling your eyes.

- You had a bad night, our friends are right downstairs and… he took some time to answer.

- And what ?

- I don’t think I should be messing with you, he simply said.

- Meaning ?

- Please don’t make this any more difficult than it already is, he said as he put his tee-shirt back on.

- I feel so stupid, you blurted out.

- Don’t, he said gently.

- Well clearly I do. I shouldn’t have jumped on you, as you clearly don’t want me !

- Please, keep your voice down, he asked in an annoyed voice. The last thing we need is for Talia and Jamal to hear us. You have no idea how much I want this… but it can’t happen.

- Right, you said.

- I’m really sorry, Y/N.

You stared at each other for a few seconds. He leaned in and kissed your cheek.

- I should probably go, he said.

- Right.

You lowered your gaze, feeling like a fool. Marshall mumbled a few words of apology before leaving the room and heading downstairs, where you heard him say goodbye to your friends. You made sure he had left before you joined them in the living room.

- Are you feeling better ? Talia asked.

- Yeah, you lied. Look guys, I’m sorry for the screaming and the crying, I just… I lost it.

- It’s ok, she said. We were just really worried for you. I’m sorry you didn’t get the celebratory night you deserved.

- Yeah, it sure doesn’t feel like much of a celebration, you murmured.

- What ?

- Nothing, you said. I think I should go and rest.

- Yeah. We’ll do something with Marshall another night, Jamal said. It’s great that you guys are hitting it off. He really likes you, you know ?

- We’ll see, you said with a forced smile.

You got back to your room and laid in bed, still surrounded by the scent of Marshall’s cologne. You tried to clear your head and go to sleep, but you could only think of the sensation of his skin against yours. At the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder how it would be like when you saw him again. Ever since you had started hanging out with the group, you had thought the world of him. He was the funniest person you knew, kind and thoughtful too. You really hoped you hadn’t blown it.

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[acciocriativity]

THE U IN US - ATEEZ SERIES - CHAPTER THREE

Summary: You weren't really the lonely girl™ of campus, but it does feel like it when you look around, and there's no one by your side when everyone else are talking and whispering between each other. You did have "friends", more like "group projet friends" that you managed to get for yourself, but they were the ones that were real close, you were there only when they had an extra empty seat. But it seems like the gods above took your nonchalant facade as a challenge. Oh, you don't think you need friends to survive through college? Bet.

Pairing: Non! idol OT8 ateez x reader (platonic)

Tags: college! au; hybrid! au; ateez! au; fluff (a whole lot of fluff and wholesomeness); angst; hurt/comfort; mentions of loneliness and insecurities; mentions of hybrid mistreatment and abuse

WC: 3,4k

N/A: It's finally here and a thousand words longer than the previous chapter! Please reblog my work and let me know if you want to he tagged in the next chapter <3

TWO MASTERLIST FOUR

You were always an early riser. The sun was breaking its first lights on the horizon as you got ready for the day, but there wasn’t a single bone of excitement in you.

Your room reflected the mask you were trying hard to wear early in the morning, spotless and perfectly organized, that was until anyone noticed how messy your bed still was.

You feel asleep early for any college major, but somehow slept a total of 4 hours only. None of them knocked on your door, and you didn’t hear a single peep or saw any lights on from your own slightly open door. They were capable of managing themselves well, you knew that, so you closed the door and were left to your own thoughts for the rest of the night.

Your brain wouldn’t stop running to all the things you needed to do while waiting for a more appropriate hour of the day to actually do them. It was a suffocating feeling, and you hated to feel so impotent. So you cleaned everything you came across at 12 A.M. trying to be as quiet as possible, too restless and tired of all the toss and turn you did already.

You walked out of your room, and it was almost like every single worry you had all night was just in your head. The cop, the plan, your father, they’re now living with you, the shopping you need to do, the paperwork you have to get, their legal documents you have to find wasn’t splashed on the beige walls and the cold porcelain of the floor, so maybe you could just ignore it before your coffee.

“Good morning”, Seonghwa said as you reached the 3/4 of the stairs, now sure that you could see him on the couch and he wouldn’t scare you. Still, he did notice how you grabbed harder on the handrail and had a hard time trying not to smile, but his ears twitching could give him away. “I’m sorry”.

“It’s ok”, you chuckled. “Have you been up for a while?”, you asked as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

“No”, he looked over to the windows, the sunrise clear on the horizon. “I did not even notice how early it was until I came up here”.

It was partly true, there were no windows on the basement area, instead a huge glass door that lead to the pool on the other end of the corridor. He did not see the sun rising and did not take notice of the time, he just did not sleep at all.

“Want some coffee?”, you said as you went around the living room to the kitchen.

“Sure, thank you”, he said but made no moves to follow you.

Seonghwa was enjoying the quiet to put his thoughts in order, something he couldn’t do lately. The last week took a toll on the whole pack to the point their scents changed a little due to stress. Nothing was planned and neither him nor Hongjoong wanted to put their trust and safety solely on your words.

Your presence on itself was something, he couldn’t decide how he felt about it yet. It was annoying how submissive and fake most of them got in your presence, including Jongho, which was a shocking sight back on campus. It was in Seonghwa’s nature to be attentive and caring towards others, he was aware of it, but he only offers that to his pack and pack only. There were no humans left that are worthy of that, Jongho himself said to him once. Yeah, he saw you before. All of them ended up on the hybrid protection department at least twice until now. You were just a human child bored out of your mind. What’s so special about it?

“Here it is”, you left the mug on top of the coffee table, eye smiled at him and then left.

Seonghwa was paralyzed on his spot. He did not hear your steps nor your closeness to him. Now the only thing he could hear was his own-scared heart.

There was a dark cloud on top of Seonghwa’s head, so you give him his coffee quick and left him alone on the couch.

Now, you had the least a whole hour until you had to leave to take the subway. It was enough time to make a small breakfast for yourself and revise your notes for today, but not to make a decent meal for 9 freaking people.

You went to grab your coat near the entrance, even though in less than an hour it would be boiling hot outside.

“Can you tell the other boys I’m grabbing food for us?”, you raised your voice as you looked over Seonghwa, at least 10 feet away, still on the same spot as you left him starting at the wall.

He winced because of your loud tone, and you signed, now aware of your mistake.

“It won’t take long, sorry”, you just left, it felt like the best thing to do.

Perfect, you said to yourself.

Perfect, Seonghwa said to himself.

He knew some of the others could mess up this new arrangement out of guilt for searching around your father’s office, but he couldn’t let it happen.

Yunho was the first to walk downstairs, the both of them needed to have a little chat.

You could only hear the click and clack of the cutlery hitting the porcelain plates. For a table with 9 people, it was quieter than when you eat on your own.

The house was always just that, a house, a balance between a safe place for you to rest in and someone else’s property that you had no control over, but never you felt so uncomfortable in it.

The night before you noticed how proper Yunho and Jongho were, but now, looking at all of them, it seemed forced. It was, because it was. Of course, they were trained to be.

“You are really serious about food, aren’t you?”, you couldn’t take the silence anymore.

Most of them nodded, a small chuckle giving a little bit of life to the table. It was true, call hybrid instincts or whatever, but they meant business when it came to food, but they knew very well there was more than that to the atmosphere in the room, and it was best for you to stay unaware of it.

“It’s just that good”, Mingi said suddenly, as he took another bite of the fresh croissant. “Melting on my mouth”, he mumbled more to himself than anything, still a little shocked at how good it was.

Your neighbors glaring at you as you left with four filled bags out of the small bakery three blocks away was worth it.

“You should have it as a sandwich later”, you said, more than happy to have an actual conversation.

Mingi wanted to hear all about your best recommendations, while San, Yunho and Hongjoong had a staring contest.

Wooyoung, San and Yeosang, a trio you never imagined would work well together, but somehow it did.

On the way to university, you found out, actually, the three of them were dance majors, not just Wooyoung. To your surprise, Yeosang did most of the talking for them this time.

In all honesty, Yeosang just wanted to hide in a hole and disappear. Never in his life he thought he’d want Wooyoung to talk more or that he would wait for a miracle, but at that moment, he caught himself doing both.

Every single loud noise made him jump out of his skin, from the sound of the rails to the loud people talking on the phone. It was all too much all at once. Your attention on him and him only was new, his face was all red, and he couldn’t look into your eyes. His hands hugged his bag against his own chest, but the weight wasn’t enough. If it wasn’t for two hands on his thighs, a clear sign of protection and sureness, he wouldn’t be talking at all.

Bless your heart, you gave every bit of encouragement and reaction to every thing he said, but it was not helping.

“S-so, we were trai-”, Yeosang already small voice was interrupted by the announcement of the next station. The doors closed, and you held tighter onto the pole as it started to move again.

“Training for what?”, you asked as you did your best to maintain the space between you and San’s body.

“There is a performance at the end of the year”, Wooyoung said it, faster than Yeosang could think.

“That’s so cool, so there’s a date already?”

She thinks, am I cool? It was unconscious how all of them perked up at the compliment. Wooyoung tail seemed like it had a mind of his own, swaying left to right. Yeosang turned even more red in the face, his fluffy gray ear covering the sides of his face as he recoiled between the two bodies on each side of him. San cleaned his throat as he looked the other way, he was not comfortable with how much he enjoyed it hearing such a small compliment from you.

Yeosang was a few beats late when he noticed you were still waiting for an answer.

“Oh, hum, no, I d-do not think so, right?”, he looked over to the other boys, who agreed.

“We’ll let you know so you can come see us”, Wooyoung said as he rubbed Yeosang’s back slowly.

“I’d love that, thank you, but are you sure it’s okay for me to come?”, you asked him, then glanced at San, who was already looking at you.

“We want you to come”, San said.

He said a ‘we’, when you were looking for an ‘I’.

It was a painful and awkward silent the rest of the way, until the three of you could breathe again.

“It’s not here”, Seonghwa said a second time since coming back to your father’s office.

He was already tired due to a sleepless night, now he had to spend all his energy to look for papers that weren’t even there.

“Then look again, it has to be here somewhere”, Hongjoong was loosing all his patience as he analyzed every single paper they found left on his desk.

Seonghwa took a deep breath. Hongjoong was being unreasonable, all of them already knew that, including Hongjoong himself.

“You know there’s no reason for why he would leave that behind, and it’s clear he hasn’t been here in a good while, so why are we doing this again?”, Seonghwa put the old box down on the table, all of it was useless anyway.

“This might be the only lead we get, do you just want to give up on him?”, the last two words barely a whisper as Hongjoong took a step closer to Seonghwa, the papers left scarred inside the drawer.

Both of them did not want Yunho, Mingi or Jongho to hear what was going on up there.

Standing so close to each other like this, eye to eye, they could almost touch the emotions swirling in the room. It was frustrating to Hongjoong. They had a goal and a chance, so why would they fail Yunho now? His anger, resentment and fear towards himself more than anything filled the room and suffocated both of them. Seonghwa looked nothing but empathetic and warm and welcoming to Hongjoong’s fears and worries, even when he could only feel the opposite, Hongjoong’s presence almost physically pushing him out.

It took Hongjoong only a moment to give up, which furthered Seonghwa’s worries.

“We’re going to figure it out”, Seonghwa whispered as he kneeled by Hongjoong’s side. He collapsed on the office floor, now holding onto himself. “We always do, don’t we?”

Hongjoong’s eyes seemed unfocused looking down to something on the ground, Seonghwa’s words barely registered in his mind.

When Seonghwa touched his shoulder, Hongjoong looked up to him.

“We always do, don’t we?”

“We do”, he sighed.

Seonghwa wished to say much more at that moment, but Hongjoong in that state would not hear it.

So he only did what he should do, offered a helping hand for Hongjoong to stand once more.

By the end of the day, you did all you could to not go back.

You called Jongho to tell him to get the food delivery when it was close enough to the house. He was surprised, jacket already on hand to buy lunch himself, but it was too late for a polite decline.

The bell rang and you hung up.

You did not come to eat with them, even though you had over two free hours in between classes, but they did not know that and even if they did, would they really call you out on it? It was more comfortable for them that way, so they could be free to behave like they wished to.

You stayed to study on the library after class, which you never did, you rather the comfort and quiet of your room for that, and it was barely 4 p.m.

The list was your salvation to skip dinner. This time, Jongho had time to thank you for the meal in the name of them all.

“It’s not a bother, don’t worry”, you said as you walked out of the second store, bags in hand and the phone tight between your shoulders and cheeks.

“We can cook for ourselves, you know. Don’t you trust us?”, he had that pouting voice through every word, and it took a small smile out of you.

“Of course I do, but you’re my guests and there’s a clear rule, guest don’t do any work around the house, so get used to it”, those words hit him like bricks when you thought it was a string on fresh water.

It was silent on the other side of the line, and you thought the call ended.

“Are you alright?”, his question caught you so off guard, you stopped walking in the middle of the busy street and a woman bumped into you with full force.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”, you smiled to her, but the woman didn’t look back to see your apologetic self.

Your voice was sincere, so Jongho allowed himself to stay calm.

She does not know, she’s not mad at you, he kept repeating to his stupid mind. Of course, you did not know and were not avoiding them on purpose because of it, but he felt his heart heavy still.

“We were just worried, you didn’t say anything so… but you’re safe then?”

“I’m coming soon, alright? Don’t worry about me, I’m just shopping for some stuff I need”, you walked faster, now feeling guilty to left them without a proper warning.

The moment Jongho hung up, the other 7 were waiting for an update. The winter night and the neighborhood made it seem later than it was. It was only 6:28 p.m., but there wasn’t a single soul outside and barely any noticeable noise.

“She’s coming soon”.

Mingi plopped on the couch, relieved. He barely talked to you, yet your presence and actions warmed him, and maybe he was getting too comfortable too fast, but just the thought of you leaving them now made him want to sob.

Yunho sat beside him and Mingi’s gray ears turned to him instinctively, but he had nothing to say. He knew Mingi well enough to know this meant something else to him, it was the possibility of another person abandoning him, and he was ashamed as it was of it. So Yunho did not point it out how that mentality wasn’t good for him at that moment, just offered his arm, that Mingi was elated to accept and cuddle with.

“Do not forget what we talked about today, can you do that Mingi?”, Seonghwa’s toned softened as he talked to him, a bit different from the actual conversation they all had.

Mingi only nodded.

It was a reminder for Yunho and Yeosang as well, no matter how they felt about the topic, they’d do their best to keep the roof on top of their heads.

Before you could grab the keys in your purse, the door suddenly opened.

You watched with your heart on your feet as a yearning Wooyoung took all four bags out of your hands and disappeared inside, too stunned to say anything.

“Uhm, Wooyoung, were you waiting for me?”, you asked as you stepped inside and closed shut the door behind you.

He hummed instead of answering you.

Beside him, there was no one in the living room, and the lack of noises was enough for you to assume they wanted to keep to themselves.

He carefully laid down your bags on the couch, then stood there with a small smile on his face.

“Is there anything else I can do to help you?”, he stood there shy and small in front of you.

The contrast of his behavior from yesterday evening to this gave you whiplash. Is this Wooyoung, or that was Wooyoung? Then, you knew he was trying his best to charm you, and he did. So was he not like that usually, or will he not be like that to you?

They carried huge baggage with them, and maybe you’ll never get to figure out even a small percentage of it, that was clear to you. Still, it is hard to be the one that had to pretend and ignore the elephant in the room.

“Yes, there is actually, but can we talk for a bit first?”

Wooyoung’s tail stopped its course in the air and his smile faltered, he nodded.

Both of you sat slightly turned to each other, but Wooyoung could not hold your stare, so he looked at the painting on the wall instead.

He thought his minds was playing tricks on him, but you seemed much nervous than he was. Your body was screaming to get out of there and run just like his. What could they’ve done for you to be so tense? Surely, you were not scared of him if you weren’t even scared of Hongjoong or San.

You took a deep breath. Your own mind exhausted you the whole evening and night because of this very moment, you were tired of overthinking every single thing they did.

“I just want to make it clear, so we can stop walking on eggshells around each other”, your voice was barely a whisper, still Wooyoung flinched at the reminder of his own confusing behavior towards you, just like the others he’s been hot and cold to you for no reason, when you’ve been nothing but nice to him. “I want you and the others to be here, and you do not have to do anything because you feel like you have to please me in return, can you understand that?”

He nodded.

“I am also not mad at you by any means because of yesterday”.

That made him look at you, because you deserved at least that level of respect, even though your face was a bit blurry through his tears. He knew your kindness was undeserving, and he would do anything to compensate for it, no matter what you say.

You wished to hug him, and maybe he read your mind, because a second later, Wooyoung launched himself into your arms.

It was a silent cry at first, you were stunned in place, surprise by the trust and vulnerability he was showing to you, then you heard his sobs and the sound broke your heart, you never heard before and never wanted to hear again.

You held him tight through the soft tears, loud cries and slurred words he muttered under his breath on your shoulder. Even when your arms stared to hurt, he did not let it go, so neither did you.

It was comfortable to be near you like this, for the first time Wooyoung understood why San liked you so much, and that did not leave a bitter taste in his mouth this time. You were warm and kind and really soft, almost better than his favorite blanket.

“Wooyoung”, you broke your little bubble, and he hummed into your neck. “Can you call the others for me, please? I bought some clothes for you all to try on”.

He was perfectly comfortable in that position, leaning into your side and the last thing on his mind was to move away, but the moment he looked at your soft eyes and pretty smile, he got up.

He should not be understanding San in this way.

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[sarahwroteathing]

hi this is for the Christmas drabbles if you’re still doing them if not totally ok! Thanks!

Christmas tree, competitive, Bucky

Also I’ve been reading a lot of your work lately and girlll! 🥺 it’s just muah!

 The Christmas tree farm was way bigger than you had expected. Big enough that despite the sheer number of cars squeezed into the small dirt parking lot, it didn’t feel crowded at all. Bucky and Clint had tagged along with you to help, and they both looked to you for direction as you exited the car. 

“I don’t really know what I’m looking for to be honest,” you said with an apologetic smile. “I’ve never had a real tree before. Just figured I should try it out once and see what the hype is about.” 

“I’m a plastic tree girlie myself,” Clint said around a mouthful of chocolate covered espresso beans, his road trip snack of choice. 

“Are you wanting to put it in the same place as last year?” Bucky asked.

You smiled, remembering the day he helped you set up your cute four-foot tree last year. You’d barely been dating for a month and had been dutifully ticking off the boxes of the traditional public outing dates. But that evening in together, decorating your apartment and cooking in your small kitchen, had been far better for the two of you than any date before that. That night, your relationship as you now knew it really began to take shape.

“Yeah,” you said with a small smile. “Same place as last year. I measured it just in case.” You pulled up your notes app to show them both the measurements you’d taken of the corner of your living room. 

“Right,” Clint said, clapping you on the shoulder and starting towards the grove of evergreens. “I’ve got this.”

“Are you an authority on Christmas trees now?” Bucky asked, trailing behind him.

“I’m very good at finding things,” he said, as if this should have been obvious to both of you.

“You’re only wearing one glove,” Bucky pointed out mildly.

“I only want to be wearing one glove.”

“Alright, relax. It’s not a competition,” you cut in.

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, you regretted them. Bucky and Clint locked eyes for a second before taking off towards the trees.

“Guys!” you called after them, trying for only a few seconds to keep pace before giving up with a sigh. “No climbing or creeping out the normal people!”

“No promises!” Clint shouted back before he disappeared between the rows. 

You shook your head, resigning yourself to wandering solo through the trees, enjoying the pine-scented air and occasional sounds of joy from other visitors. Everyone else seemed to be in groups or pairs, and the longer you walked, the more you understood that at least half the draw of places like this was to pick out a tree with friends or family or significant others. Each person you passed looked happy and connected and content, and just as you began to wish you’d brought your sister to help you instead, you felt a familiar presence at your side, an arm dropping comfortably over your shoulders. 

“Hi,” Bucky said, his cheeks looking a little pink.

“Hi,” you said back. “Giving up or did you already find me one?”

“No, I just…. Sorry for leaving you. I got…”

“Excited to beat Clint at something?”

“Little bit,” he said with a soft laugh.

“And just left me here to suffer surrounded by cute couples all by myself,” you teased, leaning heavily into him as if you were on the point of fainting. “Just look at them!”

But your stomach dropped a little as the couple you’d just directed Bucky’s attention to drifted apart for a second, one of them dropping to one knee and digging a ring box out of their coat pocket.

“No, no,” you said quickly, dragging Bucky into the next row. “That’s not what I meant, I promise. I wasn’t -”

“I know,” he laughed, dropping a kiss into your hair and running his hands soothingly over your back. “Relax, I know. You hate public proposals. And that ring wasn’t the right style at all.”

You looked up at him, and he snorted at the startled expression on your face.

“What? I pay attention. That’s not a bad thing.”

You smiled a little, curious about exactly how much he’d been paying attention. 

“I’m just saying, if you ever decide you might wanna marry me some day, I’ll do a much better job. Promise.” 

The sound of applause came through the trees, bystanders cheering at the newly formed engagement they’d witnessed, and you giggled leaning to kiss Bucky’s scruffy cheek. 

“Not everything has to be a competition, you know.”

“Oh, I know. But if it was, we’d kick their asses.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not responding to someone in rp?

📝 <- to recognize

Also disclaimer this is about to be a very low stakes problem about a very small rp server between friends. If you don’t care then don’t read it’s fine 😂 I just want opinions over something I have some anxiety about. Everyone is in the same age range of about 24-26

Ok, so: basically what it says on the tin, I’m in a small rp server that has nothing to do with fandoms it’s just OCs, mostly dnd stuff. It’s just between me and a couple friends, there has been no serious drama whatsoever and it’s very nice!

We recently added a new member (I’ll call him Blue) who doesn’t have a lot of characters yet, but the handful he does have are… well. Practically all the same character. They have different backstories but all the same personality, which is to say they have none.

Every character of his is entirely neutral all the time, but not as some sort of comedy bit, just as… they are all very Prim And Proper, very intelligent, very unwilling to react to anything at all. No strong emotions about anything even when faced with something extreme like a villain or even a non-evil crazy event. We like to have fun and throw wild dangerous or just funny circumstances at our characters, yet his characters essentially always go 😐 “Well. That happened. Anyways.” And brush it all off… unless Blue thinks he can be The Savior of the day. But if he can’t just shut down the whole event, then his characters go back to being totally checked out and uncaring about any of it. He explains this saying that they’re all used to this kind of thing (though their backstories do say otherwise) and one of them is a god so he especially doesn’t need to react to things.

None of this is really the end of the world, it just makes interacting with his characters very difficult for me and a few others. For instance if I throw a villain in for the day, it’s… kinda hard to actually pose a threat when you have a handful of characters just standing there reacting like they’re on The Office. Similarly it’s harder to form emotional connections between characters if one oc pours their heart out and the other says “Well I’m sorry for your experiences” and brings nothing else to the table. There have been a couple instances as well where my friends and I worry that we’ve upset Blue with how our characters react, but like, if one of ours is a naturally rude and antagonistic person, they are going to be rude and antagonistic. Nobody else has a problem with this bc we all do it for variety and sometimes it’s fun to have a little oc drama! But Blue will have his characters react in a slightly guilt trippy way and then just go silent, sometimes explaining or even complaining out of character that their oc was Just Joking or similar. He hasn’t expressed being upset to us and nobody has had an argument about any of this, but the vibes end up feeling… off.

All of this just makes it hard to interact with Blue’s characters. They’re all The Same, they don’t really involve themselves with the rp in a way that garners reaction, and personally I overthink and worry about possibly upsetting him since we’ve all seen how weird things feel after 1 Antagonist Character says 1 Antagonistic Thing. So if I respond to his characters, I tend to respond more blandly than I do with others. Similarly, he has taken to proposing hypothetical ideas about rp and character interaction and then when I don’t immediately have a good response, he tags me and asks how my characters would react to his. I try my best to respond, really, but because there’s nothing there to bounce off of… it’s hard to come up with a good response! And if the response isn’t good enough Blue seems disappointed with it and just drops the whole idea altogether. This is mainly what fuels my anxiety about it, thinking that I’m not doing good enough while also not being given anything good to work with either.

To be clear I do not think he is being an asshole, At least not on purpose. I think there’s a lot of factors that could explain this and it’s honestly not a crime to just not be “good” at rp. What I’m wanting opinions on is should I be trying harder?? I worry that my effort has been affected by a growing distaste for his characters. He’s a lovely person, I have no beef with him lol, but I think it’s gotten clear that I respond more enthusiastically to the others. It’s not intentional, but it’s what happens bc I feel bad ignoring him altogether especially when he tags me specifically for a reaction. I also don’t know if the classic “omfg just communicate” response is very applicable because honestly I think I WOULD be the asshole for messaging him and saying “hey it’s not that I don’t like you it’s just that your characters are not fun to interact with, fix that!” Even in nicer terms than that haha cause in general offering unsolicited constructive criticism even with the kindest intentions is seen as a bad move.

So… AITA for not responding to Blue as much or as enthusiastically as I do for my other friends? Should I be faking it til I make it or does it not need to be an issue until it becomes one?

TLDR: new member of a small rp server joined and all his characters seem to have no personality and are all the same Perfect Intellectual type. There hasn’t been any serious problem but it is hard to interact with them and I am tending to lean toward bland responses bc I don’t feel like I have anything to work with here. Should I be trying harder or is it not a problem until it’s brought up?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[fumifooms]

oh, sorry for so many asks, i also wanted to say too though i really agree so much with your chilchuck thoughts so far, even down to your personal headcanons about how things might go post-series. and you're absolutely right, i'll defend that little guy any day myself. you understand him so well and it's kind of relaxing to have someone else dish out this kind of analysis and already agree with all of it cus it's just so real, so thank you again for the Meal <- perhaps the perfect thing to say about dungeon meshi analysis when i think about it

i know you have playlists and stuff so i wanted to share a song i've been listening to that that reminds me of him: divine loser by clem turner

No worries, they’ve been a lot of fun! I do plan on getting back to each one btw, just gotta get through some other things first hopefully. Aaaah that’s really nice to hear 🥺 I do know the feeling haha, it’s always fun to have posts that Get It that you just nod along with 🤝 I’ve thought sooo much about Chilchuck I rotate him in my brain like rotisserie chicken more often than not, glad it all ended up being productive haha. Y’know recently my friends have been calling me a Chilchuck superfan/scholar jokingly and it actually made me have a realization moment of…

Bc I’ve always said Laios was my fave and like, he does mean everything to me idk if I’ve ever felt so seen as with Laios, I relate to him sooo much, but then. Okay alright that can be a different thing than a character being your favorite fine FINE I admit it Chilchuck’s my top blorbo. He’s so.🧍‍♂️I can’t even describe. He’s so….. He’s a clown but he’s also perfection in its best imperfect form I will not be taking further questions today. My friend called him my silly rabbit like that one meme and it makes me laugh sm

Thank you for the music rec!! I listened to it and yes agreed, sent straight to my Chil playlist. Songs are my bread and butter when I have character brainrot bc like with web weavings I feel like there are so many emotions and thoughts you can communicate about something so simply through one… (Which for anyone interested here’s my web weaving tag, got 2 about Chil). Gonna link all my dunmeshi playlists while I’m here: Dungeon Meshi, Chilchuck & his wife, marchil, Mithrun.

Ok everyone saw this coming but this ask ran away from me and I ramble about some song lyrics I associate with Chil & different facets of his life below the cut. Some people find my, ehem, heated rambles about Chil entertaining, this is your cue to get out the popcorn.

When thinking about songs for Chil I have 3 angles I take: About Chilchuck, about him and his wife, or about him & Marcille. Marchil is so engraved into me with their arcs together, that they’re like the concept of closure and letting go and letting yourself live again to me, sorry for all the non-enjoyers… I think currently my top song for him is Jackrabbit by San Fermin, because it combines all three it makes me go wild. It’s about trepidation… Throwing yourself into it even despite the fear (working with traps, survival in poverty where you have to rush & hustle), or just staying there paralyzed(not reaching out to his wife). Flight or freeze!! Saying goodbyes and saying hellos!! Not dying alone!! The life cycle of a wild rabbit living and dying, the baton pass race of life from generation to generation!! Chil and his daughters even!!! Going through life at a frenzied pace!! It is so Chilchuck and so marchil, and the music does give that hurried and scared energy to me too, and sigh the Marcille side to it with fear of death too…

Extra fun context but the other day on the discord server we were talking about what animal each character’s fursona would be as we do and I thought of a rabbit for Chilchuck: Quick footed, ‘cowardly’, small and frail and seen as weak 🙃, athletic and slender, pulls stunts, stressed out, has very fine hearing and has good instincts, etc. And ofc that fits really well with Marcille since she’s kinda associated with dungeon rabbits hehe~ But I think while Marcille’s 100% the cute round rabbit Chil’s more like a brown hare, more wild and like, more like a jackalope if we’re still doing monsters... I do lowkey find it more fun than his associated monster being mimics because he’s crabby, because they’re clever (with where they place themselves) and because of how he has a soft shell but soft insides, lol.

OKAY so that’s my song pick with the main 3 facets sure, now I’ll share some lyrics for each 3 sides separatedly 😈 Kinda summarizing my web weavings for him thus far. If we start with Chilchuck by himself we have… Enter One by Shelby Merry and Drunk by The Living Tombstone

With his wife, we have the bad end, and the good end for if they get back together with Lost Kitten by Metric and North by Sleeping At Last… Okay okay plus Love Like Ghosts and My Heart is Buried in Venice… Little Soldier by The Crane Wives for them also RUIN me

And Marchil… Marchil oh my beloved. Another buddy also made a full analysis on discord about Soap by The Oh Hellos for them lol, but these are Not I by I Fight Dragons and My Heart is Buried in Venice again~

Okay okay two more. Boats & Birds by Gregory and The Hawk, and Tummy by Tamino.

Finishing it up with quotes from, in order, A Softer World by Joey Comeau, Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky, Acknowledgements by Danez Smith, The Letter by Richard Paul Evans, and last but not least posts from dead tumblr account flintcoded. I keep looking around and finding MORE fitting quotes. Someone stop me- In loving me you hold a knife at my throat, in loving you I tell you exactly where to cut. Forgive me, memory is a rope around my neck. I need you to be happy, I need one of us to be happy.

Hand in unlovable hand…

In conclusion;

#Thinking Chilchuck (positive) thoughts today. Have Chilchuck (sweet) dreams. Have a very Chilchuck chewsday (Fumi it’s sunday- shhhhhh) #Ask #fumi updates #Dunmeshi memes #Marchil #Chilchuck tims #maybe i should make a masterpost about my dunmeshi posts and playlists and fics oughhhh noooo i don’t like organizing myself #character playlist #ship playlist #Marchil song lyrics #This is 100% my cue that it’s time for me to make a new Chil web weaving. #So much to do so much to say all the time… #Last time I had an hyperfixation that lasted this long it was Sonic the Hedgehog. YOU LAUGH BUT most my fanfics are for sth so!! #Gonna treat y’all to many more meals from my fancontent factory brain

[yeowangies]

Blood Stains

CHAPTER XI: In spite of big fears

❧

PAIRING: Raditz/F!Reader RATING: Teen and up CONTENTS: Canon Divergence AU, Slow burn, Smut, Enemies to Lovers. WARNINGS: Canon typical violence, Blood. WORDCOUNT: 5581

Summary:

“I love Raditz. I know he’s done things, terrible things, and we had our arguments about it, you know? But I’ve seen so many sides of him to know there’s more to him than just violence. I don’t expect him to change, but I’ve made peace with his history. It made him who he is, and I love him. I love him on purpose.”

Notes:

After a million years (it's only been like four months) I finally finished this chapter!

It took me so long to be satisfied with it, I wrote, erased, rewrote, moved around, erased and rewrote again so many times.

This is heavy on dialogue, obviously since a lot of issues have to be resolved!

Next chapter is gonna be an epilogue! I already have in mind what I want to write for it, but if anyone has any ideas or suggestions, I'm all ears!

You can check the tag #*bs if you wanna see the previous chapters.

Getting to Kame House never seemed like such a long trip until that very moment. It was a long way there, but whether you like it or not, you have a lot to think about. 

Raditz has kissed you repeatedly for no reason. Or well, for reasons that might have been obvious, but you don’t want to conclude anything, especially when you don’t know what he’s planning to do once the Saiyans get here. 

Bulma greets you as soon as you get to Kame House while you save your hover car inside a capsule. 

“Hey!” You smile at her, and she quickly grabs your arm and tugs you the farthest away from the house. “What are you doing?”

“Listen, I didn’t wanna say anything because I was waiting for you to tell me,” Bulma whispers, just in case someone might listen. “But you never did. I saw the security cameras the day Raditz destroyed my lab.”

“Okay…?”

“Do you really don’t know what I’m talking about?”

You frown, confused. The day Raditz destroyed her lab, what else happened that day?

You remember instantly, and immediately Bulma notices the change in your expression. 

“You kissed him! And didn’t tell me!” She practically yells, and you wince when she raises her voice. “Has he been with you all this time?”

“Not exactly.”

“Well? Aren’t you gonna tell me?”

“We weren’t… I thought it was better to keep it a secret. I didn’t think you’d see that…” Very stupid thinking, or lack of thinking on your part, you realize. Of course she was going to check the security cameras. 

“So? I’m sure it wasn’t just that one time. No wonder you didn’t visit me as often.”

You smiled despite yourself. You weren’t ready for that kind of conversation, but what was the point of still keeping it a secret then? Of course you don’t want to tell everyone just yet. But Bulma already knew.

“We… spent some time together after that, but it was on and off.”

“‘Spent some time’? Did you sleep with him?”

“Yeah…”

“You don’t sound too happy about it…”

You run a hand down your face, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment before speaking again. 

“Raditz stayed at my apartment for a few days, but… he left for God knows where, and came back every once in a while. Technically, we spent less than a month together, I guess.”

“Okay…” Bulma is smart, obviously, and you know she’s seeing right through you at the moment. “You don’t know what he’s gonna do today, do you?”

“No, we avoided the topic, most of the time. It was kind of what we agreed on.”

“How do you feel, then?”

“I honestly have no idea. I didn’t think I would feel like this… Raditz is either going to leave this planet… or he’s going to die, and both options break my heart.” Your voice wavers at the end, and you lower your gaze, trying to hold in your tears. 

“I’m sorry, I thought…” Bulma runs a hand up and down your back. 

“I know…”

“We don’t know what’s gonna happen, so calm down, ok? Goku is gonna get here soon.” Bulma reassures you, patting your head. 

You nod, at a loss of words. 

Verbalizing what you were afraid of doesn’t make you feel better at all, and now you're more on the verge of tears than before. You know that Raditz likes being with you, even when he hasn’t said it, but you doubt that would change anything. His over 30 years of existence can’t be compared to whatever relationship he’s been having with you for less than a year. 

It’s ironic how certain you feel about that conclusion when you know those days you spent with Raditz had inevitably changed your life. You can feel it in your bones, no matter the outcome of this day, you’ll be spending the rest of your life getting over him.

Everything is a blur the whole time you’re at Kame House, and you wonder if it would be better or worse if you could actually see what the hell is happening. You even wonder if you could actually sleep this day off, and wake up when it’s all over.

Hours later, you drag your feet to hop on the aircraft to get where the battle has taken place as anxiety eats your insides, and you try to tone out everyone’s voice (and you really understand Chichi’s desperation to get there as quickly as possible, but she was being really loud and that just puts you more on edge). Getting off the aircraft is easier after Chichi practically throws herself out there to look for Gohan once they land. You follow suit, landing your eyes on Goku, completely beat up and bleeding, but conscious. A little relieved, you look at Krillin briefly, noticing that he’s in a slightly better shape, before glancing around, trying to find Raditz. If he’s there at all.  

Krillin notices your trepidation, and calls your name, making you look at him. 

“That other Saiyan, Raditz, he helped us…” He smiles at you, before pointing towards his side. “He’s over there, alive but barely…”

Before you even know it, you run towards the place Krillin pointed to, and immediately spot him.

“Raditz!”

He’s looking at you through hooded lids, perplexed, when you kneel beside him. Your heart beats inhumanely fast as you eye him up and down, horrified to see him completely covered in blood and bruises, but absolutely glad he’s alive. 

“You told me you wouldn’t come here…” Raditz grumbles with a hoarse voice as you lean over him.

“I guess I lied.” 

Blood is flowing from many different places all over his body that you can’t even see where the wounds are, he might as well be bleeding from every pore. Sliding one hand down his cheek and into his scalp, your vision gets blurry when you feel hot thick liquid running through your fingers. 

How many nights did you spend with your hands up in his hair? Seeing them now soaked in his blood as you thread them through his hair only fills you with panic.

“Why are you crying?” Raditz asks, looking at you curiously. You didn’t even notice that you were until he said it, feeling your face completely drenched.

“Why am I crying?” You hiccup, smiling sourly at the ironic question. “Have you seen yourself?”

“I’ve gotten out of worse situations…” He smirks, coughing up blood before going on. “This is nothing.”

“Have you?” 

You try to comfort him with your touch, keeping your hands in his hair and softly caressing his scalp, no matter that you’re getting covered in his blood in the process. Your eyes scan over his body once more, though you’re not sure why, before landing your gaze back on his. You stare at him with so many emotions bubbling up in your chest at once, and you know he must be seeing them all, even through all your tears. 

“You’ve been keeping secrets from me.” Raditz utters, his gaze fixed on yours. You snort, amused that he can see right through you. 

“And you? What did you do? Why did you…?”

You trail off when a shaky hand slides up your cheek, wiping away a few tears with his thumb. 

It’s a simple gesture that fills your entire chest with a certain kind of warmness that you would have never expected, not in that moment. Especially because of Raditz. 

Maybe you both have been too naive.

Leaning down with your hands cupping his face, you kiss him sweetly, trying to convey how relieved and happy you are that he’s alive. Raditz returns it, skimming his hand into your hair to keep you close.

“I’m getting blood all over you…” He murmurs against your lips. 

“I don’t care.”

“I’ll stain you…” His hand in your hair drops.

“Then you’ll stain me.”

You kiss him briefly again before pulling away, just as you hear Bulma crying some feet away. You turn in her direction, confused. 

Why is she crying? You know some of the guys have passed, but you can still use the Dragon Balls. If Yamcha has died, they can still bring him back. 

But only if Piccolo is still alive…

“Did all our friends… Did they die?” You ask Raditz quietly, when you realize what the situation might be.

He only looks at you and nods meekly, and you couldn’t help your tears as they flow out of your eyes once more. 

“I’m sorry.” Raditz mutters softly, to your surprise.

“You’re sorry?” You ask, flabbergasted. He snorts with a smirk, entertained by your reaction. You sigh, showing him a small smile. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Raditz stares at you with soft eyes for a few seconds before he closes them, and you panic once he passes out.

*

There’s too much light in the room when Raditz wakes up, to the point where he thinks that place must be heaven, because everything in the room is just white and light blue, and the bed he’s on is soft and warm. 

That is until he feels a sharp pain all over his body.

Groaning, Raditz tries to move all his limbs and fingers, but only ends up making the pain much worse. He notices his entire body is bandaged, and his right arm is wrapped in a cast. The room he’s in reminds him a lot more of the room he used to stay when he got injured after his fight with Goku and Piccolo, but he knows it’s not the same place. 

He attempts several times to actually get up to find out where the hell is that place until you walk into the room.

“You’re finally awake!” You smile, before scowling at him. “Are you trying to get up?”

Raditz tries to ignore the way his heart beats enthusiastically in his chest when he sees you. It’s going to take a while to get used to that, for better or for worse. 

“I want to know where the fuck I am.” He retorts with no real contempt. 

“Again with that attitude.” You sigh, rolling your eyes. “If I recall, last time I had to trick you into saying ‘please’.”

“You’re a manipulative woman.” Raditz smirks when you walk over, sitting on his bed. 

“Excuse me?”

Your arched eyebrow and your eyes wide open amuse him to no end, making you roll your eyes when he chuckles. 

“Are you going to tell me where I am?”

“In a hospital, dufus, I’m not trying to trick you this time.”

“A hospital?” Raditz asks, confused. 

“It’s where sick people get treated.”

“I know what a hospital is. Why didn’t you bring me here the first time?”

“You were a menace to society then.” 

“And you think I’m not anymore?” It’s his turn to quirk an eyebrow. 

You show him a knowing smile, before looking down at him. 

Raditz knows he’s not as dangerous as you thought he was back then. Though you were never even afraid of him to begin with. He’s fine with that. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.” Raditz winces when he tries to move again. His body hurts from the beating he took from Vegeta, but he’s also somehow exhausted from laying down. 

“I figured.” You smile, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Try not to move too much.”

“I can’t even if I want to, can I?”

“Well you blasted a hole in the wall last time you tried to leave while you were injured, remember?”

Raditz laughed quietly, before groaning in pain. Fuck, he’s in terrible shape. 

“You have a few ribs broken.” You explain, looking out the window by the bed. “And you lost a lot of blood. The doctors were a bit shocked when they tried to do a transfusion and I told them you might not have a blood type like we do. They probably passed out when they found out I was telling the truth.”

He only understood what you were saying partially. Blood type? Humans don’t have the same kind of blood? He lets it go, not really caring enough to ask you about it. 

“What happened to Kakarot?” Raditz asks, keeping his eyes on you when you turn to face him.

“He’s ok. He has as many broken bones as you do, but he’s been conscious for days now. He didn’t lose as much blood as you did, so he’s slightly better. It’s gonna take like four months for you to heal, so take it easy, okay?”

“Four months?!”

Raditz groans exasperatedly and throws his head against the pillow, grunting in pain when he feels a sharp pain up his spine. Fuck this place. He misses the technology in Frieza’s army. 

“I told you not to move too much.” You try to contain your smile. 

He glares at you. It’s not like he’s going to leave. He doesn’t even want to, but taking so long to heal is going to be a pain in the ass. 

“Don’t worry, you probably won’t take so long to get better.” You grin reassuringly. “They’re not ready yet, but we have some magic beans here that will heal you in no time.”

“Magic beans?”

“Yeah, you get instantly better when you eat them.”

Raditz’ eyebrow twitches instantly. 

“And why didn’t you get me one of those when I was on the verge of dying a year ago?”

“You were the enemy, I couldn’t! I didn’t know what you were gonna do!”

“What other things have you been keeping from me?” He looks at you with curiosity. 

He doesn’t resent you for not telling him about things you thought were important; he does feel a little stupid for not realizing the amount of information you actually had, though it never would have occurred to him that something like ‘magic beans’ existed. 

“Well, I don’t know… I wasn’t doing it on purpose.” When he raises one brow, you roll your eyes. “Okay, maybe I was hiding some things on purpose, but what about you, mister?”

“What about me?”

“You were obviously not telling me anything.”

“About what?”

“Anything, everything! Like, what did you even do when you weren’t at my place?”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” Raditz smiles, amused. That time you got upset when he mentioned he slept with another woman came to mind, and while he obviously hasn’t slept with anyone else since then, he felt the need to reassure you. “I didn’t fucked anyone else.”

“That’s not what I meant!” You blushed slightly, shaking your head. 

He tries to move his arms, or at least one arm, to pull you down and kiss you, but he only ends up grunting, feeling a pungent pain through his muscles. Your blush fades quickly and you snicker at the sight, earning a playful glare from him. 

“I told you not to move.” You quip.

“It was just that one time that I had sex with someone else.” Raditz says without provocation. 

“We already talked about this, you don’t have to explain-”

“You brought it up.”

“I didn’t!”

“I didn’t even sleep with her.”

“What?” You frown, not following. 

“We just had sex.”

“…What do you mean?” You frown deeper as you raise your voice. “Do not give me details, or I swear to God.”

“It’s exactly like I said.” Raditz huffs, trying not to smile at your reaction. “We just had sex.”

“In the middle of nowhere?”

“Yeah.”

“What happened afterwards?”

“Nothing. I finished and left her there.”

Raditz frowns when he sees the expression on your face transforming into what can only be anger, but he doesn’t know why you’re mad this time.

“You left her there? Just like that? Raditz!” You yell, making him jolt instantly, pain pulsing through his muscles.

“What was I supposed to do?” He asks, confused. 

“Not throw her away like a used ragdoll! This angers me more than you sleeping with her to begin with!”

“Wh-What?!” His body is in pain from tensing up after your outburst, but Raditz is just perplexed. What should he have done then?

“You’re not supposed to treat women like that!”

“What are you talking about?” Raditz asks loudly. “I’m not going to fuck anyone else, so why are you even telling me this?!”

Your expression softens considerably, and it takes him a few seconds to realize that reassuring you of the fact that he only is interested in you is what you need. When your cheeks flush faintly, he smirks triumphantly. 

“Okay…” You smile softly, and Raditz isn’t prepared for the warmth he feels in his chest. At least he’s in the hospital if it ends up being a disease or something. “Was that something you were hiding too?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you said to let you know when our arrangement would be over… But now, it sounds like you don’t want it to end.”

“I wasn’t thinking that far ahead.”

“Oh…”

“No.” Raditz says as soon as he notices the sad gleam in your eyes. “I wasn’t thinking because… I was enjoying our time together. And I was sure I could stop seeing you at any moment. I was being an idiot.”

“Maybe we both were.” Your smile is on your face again, though he still sees a little sorrow in it. “I thought we could keep it simple, you know? We really should have talked in depth about this.” 

“Because the last time we talked about ‘our feelings’ it ended so well.” He jests, rolling his eyes. 

“Come on!” You nudge his side with your hand gently, making him grin. “All the more reason to talk, don’t you think? We have been keeping a lot of things from each other.”

“You more than anyone.” Raditz remarks with playful annoyance. 

“Honestly, baby, who’s counting?” You return his playful smile, and he knows whatever might have happened between the two of you isn’t a threat to the relationship you had. Whatever that relationship is. 

He’s been wanting to kiss you since you walked into the room, but he doesn’t have the ability to move any limbs at the moment and it never frustrated him so much to be immobilized. With a brief second of looking into each other’s eyes, you seemingly read his mind, though, and shifted on the bed to lean down and kiss him. 

Does that warm feeling in his chest whenever he sees you come with telepathic powers? 

You sweetly press your lips to his, softly moving them, and Raditz feels like it’s been ages since he had a taste of you. He wants more, so much more than just a simple peck on the lips, but there’s nothing he can do once you pull away, cupping his face in your hands and leaning your forehead over his. 

“Raditz…”

He notices the shift in your tone as you speak.

Raditz still doesn’t fully grasp how many emotions humans even have (apparently Saiyans are capable of them, but he’s been exposed to anger, hatred and violence all his life that he doesn’t recognize them when he feels differently). You seem sad, maybe it was because your friends have died. 

He recalled the moment when he was laying on the dirt after Vegeta took off, and you were looking down at him, eyes filled with tears. He didn’t know how, but he perfectly recognized the gleam in them then. 

Affection. It was even dripping from your tears as you cried, like you couldn’t contain them. You are wearing a similar gleam just now, as you look at him carefully. 

“I don’t know what I would have done…” You whisper, so quiet for only Raditz to hear. “If you had…”

You trail off, leaving the words hanging in the air. The emotion in your voice, he understands that too; fear, embarrassment and nervousness. 

“Hopefully use those Dragon Balls.” Raditz replies wittily, making you snort. 

“If Piccolo died, then…” Your voice is still somber, even with the soft look you’re giving him. “We can’t use the Dragon Balls…”

“Those things have too many rules to function.” He frowns, perplexed. “Was that another thing you forgot to mention about them?”

“Well actually, I did forget. I wasn’t thinking about that detail.” 

“So you can’t bring back any of your friends.”

“No, but we have a plan.” You smile widely, pulling away from him as you sit back. 

“A plan?”

Raditz listens to you carefully as you explain that Bulma, Krillin and Gohan are set to go to Namek in just a couple of days, to find the Dragon Balls that supposedly exist on that planet. He sweats slightly while you speak; the planet Namek is a peaceful place, without any significant threat. But he knows that Frieza sometimes liked to listen in on the conversation his soldiers have through the scooters. There’s a chance he might know about the Dragon Balls and Namek if he heard Vegeta talking about it.

“You’re not going to go, are you?” He asks first and foremost. He’s in no condition to go himself, but if you decide to go then he would have no other choice. 

“Of course not, I wouldn’t be of any help.” You snort, amused. 

Raditz lets out a sigh he didn’t know was holding in. 

“Namek is not a dangerous planet, its inhabitants are peaceful and weak. There shouldn’t be any problem…” 

“But?” You ask, noticing the uncomfortable look on his face.

“Saiyans are not the strongest race. I was lying about that.” Raditz states, looking into your eyes. “Tell your friends to be careful. Vegeta might show up looking for those things too.”

“I’ll tell them to be alert.” You nod, completely serious. He’s satisfied with your answer so he doesn’t talk about the matter anymore. 

He has nothing to worry about if you’re not going on that trip, and he can’t wait to heal so he can actually grab you and press you closer. Apparently whatever emotion is coursing through his veins made him completely attached to you. It’s a literal pain not being able to pull you down for a kiss. 

Your eyes are on him with a warm look on them, and the more you stare, the more he feels like something is bubbling up inside him. 

“Sit on my face.” Raditz says out of the blue. He watches with amusement as your face goes from surprise to confusion to embarrassment in less than a second. 

“What?”

“Sit on my face.” He repeats, smirk growing wider when he notices the faint blush on your cheeks. “I can’t do much in this situation, but I know damn well what I’m good at.”

Raditz licks his lips in anticipation, looking at you with a lecherous glimmer that only makes you blush harder. It’s still fun to tease you that way, but he’s truly desperate to taste you again after so long. After all, he was in a coma for days. 

“I’m not doing that.” You glare playfully, crushing his dreams. “This is a hospital, and I don’t know if you noticed but you’re bedridden until further notice.”

“I can still move my tongue and that should be enough.”

When you laugh, it’s like music to his ears, and even then he couldn’t help but grin. 

“Not this time, handsome. I’ll sit on your face all you want some other time.”

Raditz grunts, annoyed, but he’s rewarded with a kiss on his lips.

It’s the kiss he’s been wanting since you walked in there, or maybe even long before that. Sliding your tongues together, gliding your lips slowly and sensually, and he hates that he can’t even cup your face or wrap his arms around you. You sneak one hand into his hair, caressing his scalp, and a low purr rumbles from his chest. 

He’s really fucked. 

You break the kiss sooner than Raditz expects when the door suddenly opens. 

“Who are you?” Raditz asks with contempt when a man dressed in white walks in. 

“I’m your doctor.” The man answers with a stern tone, glaring at the both of you. “And this isn’t a hotel.”

“Sorry, doc, I was just happy he was awake.” You reply naturally. 

“You’re his wife, right?”

“She’s my mate.” Raditz replies before you can even open your mouth.

He hasn’t thought it through when those words escaped his lips, but you’re looking at him with a wide smile so he doesn’t regret it at all.

The doctor looks at the both of you with confusion so you speak, still smiling and looking at Raditz with affection in your eyes. 

“I’m his girlfriend.”

*

You recall everything that happened in the past year as you walk to the room Goku was staying at. 

Raditz’s heel-face turn was surprising; you didn’t expect him to be influenced by anything, especially you. If anything, you were ready for the most gruesome outcome after Goku arrived. No one told you exactly what happened during the battle, but you don’t really need to know more; Krillin had said that Raditz helped and that was more than enough for you.

As you approach the room, you see Chichi coming out alone. 

Maybe it was time to apologize to her. Bulma wasn’t wrong months ago when she said you also didn’t try to reach out after Goku died and Gohan was taken, and while you weren’t the only one responsible, you were still involved.  

“Chichi.” You call for her and the moment she looks at you, her expression hardens. “Chichi, I’m sorry.”

“For what, exactly?” She only gives you a moment to open your mouth but doesn’t let you speak. “For not telling me that my husband had died? For saving the monster that killed him? For letting my son be kidnapped?”

“Um, all that, but if you would hear me out-”

“I don’t need to, I already know everything. And this is not the place to talk about this.” Chichi coldly cut you off before you could add anything else, walking right past you. “Goodnight.”

Your shoulders droop as you watch her leave, sighing loudly. Maybe eventually, she’ll listen.

Knocking on Goku’s door before stepping in, you smile at the sight of him, still amused that he looks like a mummy, trapped in a sarcophagus. He returns the smile, calling your name as you take the seat next to him. 

“You still look so funny.” You comment, giggling like a little girl.

“It’s not as fun as it looks like.” Goku replies, pouting. He seems like a child at that moment as well, and it warms your heart.

It would be the first time you actually talk to him, one on one, since he died. And even before that, it was years ago. You haven’t realized how much you missed him until now. 

“I’m still happy you’re okay.” You smile gently. Goku blinks before returning the gesture. 

“I heard you’re the reason Raditz helped us during the fight.”

“You heard?” 

“Okay, I kinda saw it.” Goku admits with a knowing grin.

“That sounds even weirder.” You laugh, but he only shrugs, as if it was the most obvious thing.

“When Vegeta threatened to destroy this planet, the look on Raditz’s face kinda spoke for itself.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I’m no mind reader, but he looked scared. And he jumped back on the battle and took our side and helped us in the blink of an eye.” He waits for your reaction, but your blank expression prompts him to go on. “I figured you might have something to do with his change of heart?”

“Why do you think that?” 

“I saw you kissing. I wasn’t unconscious, you know?” 

“Oh…” You blush slightly, but the smile on your face only gets wider, just like Goku’s grin does. 

“So, you two are together, huh?”

“We are. Sometimes this still feels surreal.”

“What do you mean?” Goku asks, confused. 

“That Raditz chose to stay. I thought he might end up leaving this planet, or that he’d die. I’m so happy that wasn’t the case.”

Goku looks at you with soft eyes. He might not be the brightest of the bunch, or at least that’s what everyone thinks about him, but he understands people’s feelings more than anyone else, and at that moment, he’s looking at you like he knows all the fear and trepidation you had been going through the past twelve months. 

“But he stayed.” He says, reassuringly. 

“Yeah, and I’m so grateful.”

“Do you love him?” Goku asks, to your own surprise. That softness is still in his eyes, and you can’t help the warmth that spreads through your chest when you answer his question. 

“I do. I love Raditz. I know he’s done things, terrible things, and we had our arguments about it, you know? But I’ve seen so many sides of him to know there’s more to him than just violence. I don’t expect him to change, but I’ve made peace with his history. It made him who he is, and I love him. I love him on purpose.” 

Your face is hot, not because you’re embarrassed, but you assume the way your heart is currently beating has something to do with it. Confessing out loud that, in spite of deep fears, you were unequivocally in love with Raditz made your blood run faster. Goku is grinning, completely pleased with your answer, and amused that you’re blushing. 

“I guess he’s staying on Earth, then.”

“I suppose so.”

“Chichi aint gonna be happy about it.” Goku chuckles, but you only smile for a second. 

“About that, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to her…” You say, this time truly ashamed. 

“Whaddaya mean?”

“About what happened when you died…” 

You are not sure how much Goku knows about the situation, but you know you have to apologize for almost all of it. Not talking to Chichi in time, letting his son be kidnapped (even when there wasn’t much any of you could do). You had been too wrapped in your own bubble to think about it but in retrospect, you feel terrible. 

“Chichi only found out about your death and Gohan’s kidnapping over 24 hours after it happened. I’m sorry.”

Goku blinks, and you wonder if he even knows what you’re talking about. His subsequent smile is your answer.

“You’re the first one who apologized about it.”

“Really?” You ask, taken aback. 

“Krillin kinda did but not really. He only said sorry because he was scared of Chichi.”

You facepalm, in disbelief his best friend would be so vague and kind of a dick when talking about Goku’s wife. 

“I assume Bulma did not even mention it?” You ask, ready to be annoyed. 

“She didn’t, she sounded more mad about Chichi than anything else? I didn’t get it.”

You roll your eyes. Bulma is resentful for a woman who has everything and anything she wants at the reach of her hand.

“She was mad that I didn't invite her to the wedding.” Goku adds.

“I know.” You sigh, exasperated. 

“Why? Back then, I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“You think it is now?”

“Well…” Goku fixed his eyes on the ceiling, thinking for a second before answering. “I didn’t really know what the big deal about marriage was. I never even went to a wedding! When Chichi asked me if I wanted to invite you guys, I said no because we only saw each other for training and adventures and stuff.”

That reasoning sounds so much like him that you didn’t have it in you to be even a little mad. Of course, you were never too upset about it as Bulma was. 

“Bulma is still a little childish.” You comment, but Goku only shrugs. 

“I didn’t think she’d be mad about it. I guess I could have invited you all for the wedding, since it was a big deal after all. I wouldn’t have gotten to know Chichi, and Gohan wouldn’t even exist.”

So Goku loves Chichi. 

It should have been obvious. The way he talked about her, as Goku-like as that was, and the way you noticed how he looked at her. They only married because of a promise they made as kids, you wouldn’t have expected them to actually get to know each other and fall in love. You should’ve known.

“Goku, I can’t say I wasn’t childish back then,” You start, and he turns to look at you with quizzical eyes. “But it’s been a while, and honestly it’s cute you found someone you decided to spend the rest of your life with, even if it was just a promise. I know you love her after all these years.”

“I do.” Goku grins. “She’s great! She’s patient with me about a lot of things I don’t get, and she’s real sweet. She’s cute when she gets mad, too.”

You chuckle. Is it a Saiyan thing to like women with a little attitude?

“Hopefully she’ll warm up to me. We’re family after all, now.”

“We are?” Goku questions, brows furrowed. 

“Well yeah. I’m dating your brother, we’re in laws now.”

“Huh.” He thinks about it for a second before smiling. “That sounds fun. Maybe Raditz won’t be so bad, either.”

“Give him a chance. You did say he helped save the Earth and all.”

“It’d be cool to spar with him! I know I can beat him!”

You smile, excited to see how this new period of your life will be like. 

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Stubborn Hearts | 5

Summary: Reader (Firecracker, Sunshine) has been in love with Bradley since she was a young girl. Growing up the two were inseparable, apart from short periods of time when she was on the West Coast with the Kazanskys. One faithful decision by her dad to block Bradley from going to the Naval Academy resulted in a huge rift between father and daughter and left her without Bradley in her life. Now all grown up, she’s called back to the west coast at the same time as her father and Bradley. Her mission, according to her dying godfather, is to mend fences with her dad and Bradley. Can stubborn hearts be healed?

(I suck at summaries for real).

This will have multiple chapters… this is 5 of ??

Characters: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mitchell! Reader, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Daughter! Reader, The Dagger Squad, Shay (OC), Penny, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Word Count: 4717

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Death of character, TGM Spoilers, Illusions to Smut (later on ), Turbulent relationship with parent, Friends to lovers, …Please let me know if I’ve missed any!

A/N- This is my first time writing for TGM. I do not own the characters or plot lines from the movie. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY OR REPRODUCE MY WORK ON THIS OR ANY OTHER PLATFORM! Reblogging is always welcome! Feedback is MUCH loved and appreciated. THANK YOU to @waywardodysseys​ for all support and bouncing ideas!!

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Over the course of the next several days, you spent more and more time at home, helping your aunt, keeping your cousins busy, and helping keep your uncle as comfortable as possible. The cancer was winning. Each day your uncle became weaker and weaker. As hard as it was on you to see the strong man losing his battle, you knew that it was a million times harder on your aunt and cousins. You made it your mission to stay strong when around everyone else and you only let yourself break down when you were alone in your room at night.

Needing to talk to someone you finally broke down and called Shay. You always hated bothering people with your problems,  but you needed a friend.

“Hey!” Shay answered after only a couple of rings. “I was just thinking about calling since I hadn’t heard from you in a couple of days.”

“Hey.” You replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s gotten bad, Shay. I don’t think there’s much time left. He sleeps more than he’s awake.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” She replied. You could hear muffled voices in the background then she was back. “I’ll head over there and we can go for a ride or we can sit outside and talk, or I can just sit with you.”

“It’s ok, you don’t have to… you’re busy” You replied, “I will be ok.”

“It’s just Jake here, it’s ok.” She replied, “I’m coming over now.”

Before you could reply, another voice sounded on the phone.

“Hey, Sweets.” Jake said, “No arguing. We’re heading your way now. We’ll stop for chocolate shakes because…ice cream has magical healing powers, then we’ll be here.”

“Thank you,” Your voice cracking with emotion.

“We’re already walking to the truck,” he said.

After getting off the phone, you pulled a hoodie over your tank top and slipped on your flip flops before going downstairs. The house was pretty quiet. The kids were watching a movie with your aunt, your uncle sleeping upstairs.

“Jake and Shay are on their way over, Aunt Sarah.” You said quietly, not wanting to interrupt. “We’ll just be out on the back patio if you need anything.”

“Ok, Sweetheart.” She said, offering a small smile, “There’s drinks and snacks in the kitchen.”

You sat out on the front steps, arms wrapped around your knees, chin resting on your knees, and looking up at the stars. It was a clear night. No clouds in the sky and the weather was warm enough without being too warm.

Not long after, headlights flashed across the driveway, a truck pulling in and parking behind the Jeep. In no time two doors had slammed and Jake and Shay were walking towards you.

“Milkshakes, as promised.” Jake said, when they got to the steps. He reached his free hand down to help you up from the step then gently pulled you in for a hug.

“Thanks, guys.” You said, overwhelmed with gratitude that they’d dropped their plans for the night to come to you. “We can go around back to the patio.”

“Of  course, Y/N” Shay said, hugging you, “This is the bare minimum of friendship.”

“We’d be really shitty friends if we didn’t show up with milkshakes at a time like this.” Jake added, trying to pull a smile from you. “Let’s get these downed before they melt.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you really wanted milkshakes and this gave you a great excuse?” You asked, leading them around the path to the back of the house. There was a  patio off the sitting room that  really was more of a large barbeque area with the grill set up to one side and a table with chairs set up next to it. You all sat at the table, Jake passing out the shakes.

“I try not to over indulge too often, but when the situation calls for a milkshake, I’m not turning it down.” Jake admitted, “I had them add extra whip cream and cherries to these too.”

“Thank you, Jake.” You said, taking a sip, “It means a lot.”

“I know we’re a new crew and all, but like we established at the beginning, you’re part of the squad now.” He said, “We take care of one another. Plus, with Shay being my girl, you’re kind of stuck with me.”

“I am honored to have you and the others as my friends.” You said, smiling at them. “So y’all are official now, huh?”

“I knew before the first date, I was keepin’ this one.” Jaked smiled, winking at Shay. “She took a little more convincing.”

“Don’t let her fool you, Jake.” You teased, “She fell for you the first time you came over to the bar flirting like your life depended on it.”

“Hey!!” Shay protested, “Y/N, you’re not supposed to sell me out like that! You’re not a very good wingwoman!”

“I beg to differ.” You replied, “I did help you get Jake here.”

“Before I forget, Penny said if you need anything to call her.” Shay said, “We were at the Hard Deck when you called.”

“Oh my God, y’all were out with everyone and left?” You asked, “You said it was just Jake!”

“Of course we left.” Jake said, as though it were obvious. “You needed us, we came. What the hell kinda friends did you have back in Virginia!?”

“Apart from Bradley?” You asked, feeling your stomach drop, “Not really many at all. I was always kinda standoffish growing up because I never knew how long I’d get to actually stay in one spot. Bradley was the only constant there and Shay was my constant here.”

“Even more reason for me to kick his ass.” Jake grumbled, “Well all that changes now. You have all of us. Regardless of what side of the map we end up on.”

“I happily accept.” You said, wiping tears from your face for what felt like the millionth time that day.

“Also, in the interest of total honesty,” Shay said, “Rooster was there when we took the call. He looked ready to jump in his Bronco and head over, but Phoenix told him it was probably best not to. She said you had enough on your plate.”

“As much as it kills me to say it, and it does hurt…trust me,” Jake added, “He looked like he’d been kicked in the gut when he heard you upset… and like a kicked puppy when Phoenix stopped him from coming.”

“He’s the one that was always there when the chips were down growing up.” You confided in them, “When my mom died, I was really young…older than Bradley when his dad died, but young all the same. He sat with me and watched Disney movies on repeat because it’s all that would calm me. I was there for him when his mom got sick and would sit with him doing nothing or playing games. It’s what we always did… until we didn’t. Until he left.”

“I’m not saying to necessarily rehash it all with him now or try to talk things out when emotions are high and we’re training for the mission,” Jake started, his green gaze meeting your own, “But at some point…when you’re feeling up to it… I think the two of you need to sit down and really talk. But also, really listen to the other. You’ll be surprised at what you learn.”

“He’s right.” Shay agreed, “Yours and Bradley’s story isn’t over, Y/N. You’re just at an intermission.”

The two stayed with you for a couple of hours, talking about anything and everything just to keep your mind off of your Uncle. Finally, when you and Shay had yawned for the tenth time, Jake had laughed and said it was time for his girls to call it a night. After rounds of hugs and promises to call the next day, Jake and Shay headed out and you went inside and up to your room.

You were just about to put your phone on the charger for the night when it dinged, alerting you to a new message.

You unlocked it and opened your messages app to find a new text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Don’t be mad. I had to work really hard to get your number from Phoenix… promising she could do bodily harm to me if I fucked this up. I just… I needed to check on you and make sure you’re ok. I overheard when you called Shay. I’m probably the last person you want to see or talk to, but for what it’s worth, Sunshine… I care a whole hell of a lot, and I am here if you need me. Always.

Tears started to freefall down your face once again. You gave up trying to fight them and just let yourself cry, clutching your phone to your chest. You wanted nothing more than to reply back that you did in fact want to see and talk to him. You  missed him, you missed the comfort and security he could provide. You loved him.

A while later once the tears dried up, you held your phone up, unlocking it once more. You tapped the dots next to the message and saved his number to your phone before opening the text again.

You: Thank you, Bradley. I’m… ok.

You hit send then silenced your phone and set it on the charger before laying back down and letting yourself drift off to sleep.

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The next day was spent helping your aunt and again keeping the kids distracted. You’d just finished getting lunch ready for everyone when your aunt came into the kitchen. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she looked exhausted. You were pretty sure she hadn’t slept much in the last few days.

“Aunt Sarah,” You said gently, “I can sit with Uncle Tommy, you need to try to rest. You’re running on less than fumes at this point.”

“I know.” She said, offering a weak, teary smile. “I’m just scared he won’t be there when I wake up.”

“I promise to come get you if anything changes.” You replied, “I’m worried about you. You’re about to fall over.”

“Maybe I’ll go lie down for just a little bit.” She conceded. “I just pressed the button on the IV for more pain meds, so he’s sleeping again.”

“Ok.” You said, “I’ll go up and sit with him. You rest. We’ve got this, Aunt Sarah.”

“I love you, Sweetheart.” She said, hugging you tightly.

“I love you too.” You replied, hugging her back.

You grabbed a bottle of water, a book and your phone before heading into your aunt and uncle’s room. The curtains were drawn to block the bright sun so it wouldn’t disturb your uncle. There was an overstuffed chair next to their bed that you curled up into. For a moment you just sat and watched your uncle sleep. It was easy to almost fool yourself into believing  he really was simply napping and he wasn’t sick. Until you looked closer and his coloring looked off and he had the IV coming out and other wires hooked to the monitor. Hospice had finally been called to set him up to keep him comfortable. You hoped he was comfortable. The idea of him being in pain physically hurts your heart.

“Hi, Uncle Tommy.” You whispered, standing up and walking to the side of the bed he was laying on. You carefully covered his hand with your own, mindful not to move him too much. “I love you, so so much. I know you’re tired. I just wanted to tell you, we’re ok. All of your people…we’ll be ok. Selfishly, I want you to stay. I don’t want to be in a world without my Uncle Ice. But I know it’s almost time…and it’s ok, Uncle Tommy. Whenever you’re ready… it’s ok.”

You felt a gentle squeeze where your hand was connected to his. You looked over to see his eyes were still closed and he appeared to be sleeping, but you knew he’d heard you. You opted to stay next to him for a while longer, not wanting to break the contact. Eventually though, his breathing evened out again and his hand loosened in yours. You carefully went back to the chair and sat down. You didn’t even attempt to pick up your book to read, knowing you wouldn’t be able to focus. Instead, you simply sat in the peaceful silence. The only sounds were the monitor quietly beeping.

You must have drifted off for a short time. You were startled awake by the vibrating of your phone. Seeing you had several message notifications you quickly opened the messaging app, worried it was something with your dad.

Shay: Hey… just checking in. Hope you’re doing ok today. Call me if you need anything. I can be there in minutes.

Shay: Me again…umm, so Jake just called. He said there was an incident in training. Phoenix and Bob had to punch out of their plane… I think they’re ok. Waiting to hear more.

Jake: Hey, Sweets. Bad day today here in training. Phoenix and Bob had a bird strike. They’ll be ok. Your dad is kinda shaken up though. May wanna call him. Hope you’re doing ok. Call me if you need a milkshake delivery.

Shay: Ok, just talked to Jake. They’re ok. Getting checked out at the hospital but will be sent home right away. Your dad may need a pep talk.

You were glad they let you know what had happened. You knew they were right about your dad. He’d be a mess tonight. You would call him as soon as Aunt Sarah woke. You made sure to reply to them both.

You: Hey Jake. Thank you for letting me know that Phoenix and Bob are ok. Keep me posted on how they’re doing. I will call my dad in a bit. I’m sitting with Uncle Tommy while Aunt Sarah gets some sleep. Bird strike is what happened with Goose.”

Jake: I remembered hearing it was something like that. Are you hanging in there? Shay and I can bring dinner…and milkshakes.

You: I’m … ok. I will let you know about milkshakes. :) I was planning on ordering pizza for everyone tonight. You and Shay spend time together. Take her on a date ;)

Jake: Yes, Ma’am! Call if you need anything. :)

After responding to him, you returned Shay’s texts as well.

You: Hey, I’m doing ok… love you for checking in. Thanks for letting me know what happened, glad they’re ok. I told Jake to take you on a date tonight. ;)

Shay: Only you would be arranging dates for someone else at a time like this. :) Love you too. I’m serious though, call if you need anything.

You: I will, I promise. Have fun

You scrolled through social media for a while, needing mindless entertainment. You allowed yourself to click on Bradley’s instagram profile and scroll through his posts. He didn’t have many. There were a couple of newer posts with the squad but mostly it was older stuff from other bases. You were secretly happy to see his page was free of any other females. It seemed he’d been more focused on his career than on girlfriends.

Your aunt came in a while later, having napped for a little while. She looked a little less run down but she would need to sleep for a month to make up for the lack of sleep now.

“Any change?” She asked, looking at the monitor.

“Not that I’ve noticed.” You answered, “his vitals seem to be staying around the same. He’s slept the whole time. I wasn’t sure how often you push the pain button, but he wasn’t showing signs of pain.”

“Thank you, Sweetheart.” She said, “I needed the rest more than I thought.”

“Of course,” You replied, “I’m going to order pizza for dinner. I can bring some up to you or I can swap out again so you can eat with the kids.”

“That sounds good.” She replied.

You gave her a quick hug on your way out of the room. You headed downstairs, checking in on the kids, who were engrossed in a movie. You decided to go to the other family room to call your dad.

“Just the voice I needed to hear.” Mav said, picking up quickly. “Everything ok?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” You replied, “Jake texted me and said you might need a pep talk.”

“Not the best day for sure.” He replied, “I am starting to doubt that I was the right person to instruct these aviators. I think your uncle may have had too much faith in me.”

“Not true, Dad.” You replied, “He knew you were the best for the job. One bad day doesn’t cancel out the rest. Phoenix and Bob aren’t you and Goose. The situation wasn’t the same.”

“Maybe not the same but close enough to make the memories flood back.” He admitted. “I think it hit Bradley hard too. I’m going to check on him in a bit.”

“That’s good.” You replied, “Maybe it’ll be the opening you need to talk…try to fix what’s broken.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Firecracker.” He cautioned, “It could also have the opposite effect.”

“All you can do is try.” You said, “Are you ok though, Dad?”

“I’m ok.” He said, “How are things going there?”

“Not great.” You admitted reluctantly, not wanting to add to your dad’s plate. “I finally got Aunt Sarah to take a nap though and I sat with Uncle Tommy.”

“Let me know if you need anything. I can come by later to check in.” Mav offered, “I’m going to go find Rooster and check on him.”

“Good Luck.” You said. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” He replied.

After hanging up you glanced at the clock then decided to order pizza. Not sure what to order, you went in search of your cousins to get their order.

“Hey guys” You said, entering the living room, “We’re getting pizza tonight, any preferences?”

“We usually get a cheese pizza and a pepperoni pizza and then mom orders a Hawaiian pizza for herself and dad.” Your cousin, Jack replied.

“Then that’s what we will order.” You said, “Do you guys want any breadsticks or anything to go with it?”

“Yes please.” they replied.

“Coming right up!” You replied, smiling at them.  You knew this was hard on them and they were trying to be brave. “I have it on good authority that I can get milkshakes delivered later if you’d like.”

“Yes!” They replied, offering the first real smiles you’d seen from them in days.

“Ok, I will work my magic.” You said.

You headed to the kitchen to find the number for the pizza place they used often. Once the order was placed you set to work getting a salad ready to go with the pizza. Partly because it was something to keep you busy, but also to make sure dinner was somewhat balanced for the kids.

You were washing some vegetables to chop up when your aunt came into the kitchen. The look on her face told you everything you needed to know. Your uncle was gone.

Without a word you dropped the vegetables into the strainer, dried your hands on your pants and went straight to your aunt, pulling her tightly into a hug. Her whole body was wracked by silent sobs. You could feel her heart breaking. Your own breaking right along with hers. She hugged you back tightly before she stepped back, wiping tears from her eyes.

“I have to go tell the kids.” She whispered, “Oh God, how do I tell them?”

“I can come with you if you want.” You offered, “Or…tell me what you need me to do.”

“Can you call the hospice to let them know? There’s an emergency number. They said they’ll come when it is time.” She asked, “I think the kids will need time to say goodbye. I’m going to let them go up as needed.”

“I’ll call.” You promised, “I’ll call dad too.”

“Thank you” She replied, now on auto pilot. She headed into the living room by the kids.

You took a deep breath to keep yourself together then located the number for hospice on the fridge and dialed the number. After letting them know your uncle had passed, they promised they’d get someone out to the house immediately to start arrangements.

Without hesitation, you dialed your dad.

“Everything ok, Firecracker?” He asked, worried,  having just spoken to you a short time ago.

“Daddy” You sobbed, your ability to hold back your emotions gone at the sound of his voice. “He’s gone.”

“I’ll be right there, baby girl.” He replied, “I’m on my way right now.”

“Please hurry.” You said, for the first time in a very long time you needed your dad and only your dad.

He promised he’d get there as fast as he could and you hung up. Unsure what to do, you walked outside and sat once again on the front steps. You would be there to direct anyone that came first. The pizzas, the hospice workers, or your dad.

_________________________

Turns out your dad made it first. He pulled up the driveway, parked his bike quickly, immediately coming over to you. He pulled you up into his arms, holding you tightly, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other gently rubbing your back. You clung to him, allowing yourself  to break down and allowing him to be the strong one.

“I’ve got you,” he said, “Let it out.”

You stood, pressed to your dad, until you were able to catch your breath and reign in the tears. You heard car doors close and pulled back to see who had arrived. There was a car with the pizza company logo and another car with, who you assumed was hospice getting out. What you didn’t expect to see was a blue Bronco parked behind your dad’s bike with Bradley leaning against it looking helpless.

“He didn’t even hesitate to follow when I told him.” You dad said, picking up on your line of sight. “I was trying to talk to him when you called. He went from yelling at me to following me out when the call came.”

You kept your gaze on Bradley, convinced you’d look away and he’d be gone. He hesitantly started walking towards you.

“I’ll take care of the pizzas and let the hospice in.” Mav said, “I think you need him right now, Firecracker.”

Mav dropped a kiss on your head before jumping in to direct people, leading them into the house.

“Sun…” Bradley started, you didn’t let him finish, just walked straight into his arms, burying your face in his shirt, taking comfort in hearing his heartbeat. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, swaying you gently. “I’ve got you, Sunshine.”

You were surprised you still had tears left to cry. Bradley stayed where he was, holding you tight, not letting go. Finally, the tears stopped flowing. You stepped back a little, noticing the wet spots on his flight suit. He hadn’t even taken time to change before coming over.

“I’m sorry.” You said, your hand trying in vain to wipe the tear stains.

“No apologizing, Sunshine.” Bradley said, “I won’t ask if you’re ok, because I know you’re not. What I need to know is how can I help? What do you need? Do you want me to call the others to come?”

“I just need my friend.” You said, “I don’t think I can do everyone around tonight. I’m too overwhelmed already.”

“I’ll call Jake to bring Shay.” Bradley offered, assuming you meant you needed her.

“Brad…” You said, interrupting his thoughts, “I meant you. I just need you.”

“You’ve got me, Sunshine.” He replied, putting his phone back in his pocket. “When was the last time you ate anything? Are you hungry?”

“I ate lunch so I’m not too hungry.” You answered, “Honestly, food doesn’t even sound good.”

“Ok, food can wait.” He said, taking your hand, he gently tugged you close again, his hands moving to cup your face, leaning down to kiss the top of your head, “Are you ready to go back inside, or do you want to stay outside?”

“I need to go in…try to help.” You answered, then remember the promise of milkshakes to your cousins. It seemed extra important to deliver on that now. “We may need to text Jake though, I promised the kids milkshakes tonight.”

“I can do that.” Bradley said, “Come on, let’s go inside, Sunshine.”

You let him lead you inside. In the kitchen, Mav was getting plates and slices of pizza handed out to the kids. Your aunt must be upstairs with hospice getting everything situated.

You grabbed drinks from the fridge and handed them to the kids, offering drinks to Mav and Bradley as well.

With the kids settled at the Kitchen island eating, or attempting to eat, their appetites weren’t very strong anymore, Mave pulled you and Bradley aside.

“I think we should get the kids out of here when they’re ready to move Tom.” Mav whispered, “They don’t need to be here for that.”

“We can take them to get ice cream or for a drive.” Bradley said, “Meet up with Hangman and Shay to keep them occupied for a bit. Maybe take their minds off things.”

“That’s a good idea.” Mav agreed, “I’ll stay with Sarah so she’s not alone and help her. Penny said she was getting someone to cover the bar and she’d be over too.”

“Let’s let them finish eating and I’ll go see if Sarah wants them to have a chance to say final goodbyes.” You suggested.

“Sounds good, we have a plan.” Bradley said. He’d remained close to you since coming inside, almost afraid to let you out of his sight. You assumed it was partly so he wouldn’t have to be alone with or talk to your dad.

“Thank you, Bradley,” Mav said, looking sincerely, “for being here and helping out.”

“I’m here for Y/N.” He said, borderline glaring at Mav,  “And for Sarah and the kids.” Ok, so you’d have to work on the two of them being in the same room civilly.

“Brad, why don’t you text Jake and Shay while I talk to Aunt Sarah and we can come up with a plan for meeting somewhere with the kids.” You said, trying to diffuse the tension.

He reluctantly stepped away, pulling his phone out and opted to call Jake over texting. You gave your dad a reassuring smile,  then headed upstairs to your aunt.

The rest of the night, you kept the kids busy with Bradley, meeting Jake and Shay at a diner to get milkshakes. After, you had asked the kids if they wanted to go home or go for a drive; they’d opted for a drive until they were finally ready to go home. You understood, it was hard to be home knowing one of your parents was never going to be there again.

Once the kids were settled in at home, you ended up on the back patio once more with Jake and Shay, this time adding Bradley as well.

“Thank you.” You said after a bit, “I would be lost without you guys.”

“Sweets, there is no reason to thank us.” Jake spoke up first.

“Absolutely not. There’s nowhere else we’d be when you need us.” Shay said, “You would do the same if the tables were turned.”

“From personal experience, you were there for all the good and bad times.” Bradley said, quietly, “Until I didn’t let you. I know it’s not the time, but I am so sorry for shutting you out, Sunshine. Please let me be here for you now.”

Unable to get words past the lump in your throat, you opted to reach over and slip your hand into his own, squeezing gently, trying to offer some sort of smile instead. Understanding what was left unsaid, he squeezed your hand back.

A/N: Bradley is starting to redeem himself! These two have a ways to go though but communication is slowly opening! Also... I broke my own heart with Iceman dying. It definitely opened up some emotions from when my own dad died on cancer, but was oddly healing as well! I really hope you are enjoying this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun fanfiction #miles teller

[widevibratobitch]

Ok. Any "Terror" fic recommendations?

good lord YES countless really. idk what you're looking for specifically though.

i myself am a fitzier girlie first and foremost with some occasional fitzconte thrown in. i'll best direct you to my ao3 bookmarks, specifically to the tag i keep for my personal favourites, the crème de la crème of fics I've read and liked.

some examples under the cut.

i am a connoisseur of ✨fitzier hatesex✨ and there's surprisingly not that many of those compared to fics where they're all lovey-dovey with each other (which. dont get me wrong. i also enjoy from time to time). so i'll give you some that have truly stuck with me. it's mostly pwp sorry not sorry.

Some lovely perilous thing by cosmogram

“Oh,” James gasps, and really, it’s almost too easy. James ought to have some modicum of shame, ought to be able to master himself better than this—better than turning to a doe-eyed dissolute the second a man so much as breathes near his eager young cock. “Not here, Francis,” James pants out, voice already hitching high. “The great cabin, at the very least.”

“Here, I think,” Francis returns crisply. “On your knees.”

it's just so fucking good. very hot. i honestly don't know what else i could say about this, it's one of my personal favourites amongst personal favourites (along with the one i link next, from the same author).

Devotion by cosmogram

Francis does not seek him anymore, but neither—still worse—does Francis bother to dismiss him when James arrives of his own volition, each time with all the hope of the most wretched fool. “Oh, get to it, then,” Francis muttered with sublime disinterest that very day when James appeared in his cabin’s doorway. James had, in fact, come to talk—but he had not hesitated when Francis gestured dispassionately to the front of his trousers. He had dropped, wordlessly, to his knees to obey.

everyone give it up for erectile dysfunction! hip-hip hurray! the author sums it up well with the James Fitzjames’s Tragically Unmet Praise Kink tag. this one is a little more on the sad side, Francis is being a goddamn gremlin and James is at his most needy and pathetic. nothing hotter to me personally than sucking someone's limp dick and crying about it. i find myself thinking about this fic an ungodly amount. i love it so much. again, best of the best of the best.

nice dream by icicaille

Francis swirled the last dregs in his glass and peered into its depths. Some kind of grim satisfaction had come over him. “I’ll tell you what you want to hear,” he said. “For a certain price.” It was foolhardy beyond measure. Damning, even.

basically, Fitzjames gives Crozier a blowjob in exchange for Francis telling him some nice reassuring things he needs to hear so badly it makes him look stupid - malicious compliance from Francis of course with some nice internalised homophobia. James is, again, pathetic as all shit with a little twist at the end. no one is having a good time except for me of course.

hunger's vocabulary by icicaille

“Ah, Sir John.” Francis cleared his throat once the wardroom was near to empty. “May I borrow James? Regarding the Lloyd’s balance. We took readings that require further inspection. I’ll send him back in a gig—tonight if the weather holds, in the morning otherwise.”

chef's kiss. just two cunty cunts going at it (the dialogues are so good...) with a sprimkle of some angsty self-loathing Francis. what more could you ask for.

you are coming down with me by dazydaisy

Chapter one: “If I loved you I could perhaps fuck you as if I hated you, in order to please you, but, as you are surely aware by now Fitzjames, you and love are oil and water to me.”

Chapter two: ‘Maybe,’ James had begun to unlace the front of his trousers with a carelessness he had (shamefully) practiced, ‘if you loved yourself even a little you would be able to stop yourself from doing as I command. But, as I’m sure you know by now Francis, you and love are like oil and water. The two simply do not meet.’

*

Mum and dad are fighting again

pretty much what it says on the tin. just two heartbroken bitches fucking and being cruel to each other and im eating that shit up thanks

A Willing Foe and Sea-Room by ClutchHedonist

“Nnh.” Fitzjames whines around his thumb.

“None of that. Clearly, you can’t shut your own bloody mouth to save your life.” Francis huffs, “So I’ll shut it for you.”

pre-canon. Fitzjames - still as a baby lieutenant - and Crozier have a brief but very hot encounter during some Admiralty Party.

Caïssa by cosmogram

“You said you had a question,” Francis snapped, irritable already.

“Yes,” James said, flushed and resplendent still from the company next door—undaunted and loose-limbed in just the way that plucked cloying ire from a raw place in Francis. “How’s your chess game?”

A seduction.

a little bonus to the list, because i love this fic and it recently updated after a very long hiatus (it's still a wip tho but i hope the author manages to finish it, they're one of my favourite writers in this fandom). no hatesex here, it's more of a slow-burn with past Crozier/Ross and really great dialogues, as always. Neptune also makes an appearance.

Bespoke by ktula

James is trying to escape his grief after Sir John's death. Francis, in his own way, is trying to do the same. OR: The one where James Fitzjames has a bit of the genders, and his captain is surprisingly accommodating of that.

ending this rec list on a kinder and softer note, as a treat. this was one of the first fics ive read in this fandom and still one of my favourites. not really hate sex though they're still rather uncertain and wary about the other. very good, very sensual, gender-heavy. beautiful fic really.

BONUS have some excellent fitzjames/le vesconte and fitzjames/franklin - as a treat.

you don't have friends (you have admirers) by JamesFitzjames

James Fitzjames is a man who does not seek help.

each chapter deals with something different, so while the fic is unfinished it's not really some painful cliffhanger (tho i would love to see it completed one day). second chapter is some excellent, excellent Fitzconte. last chapter also has, why, of course, some really delightful ✨fitzier hatesex✨.

Hoo-ray and up she rises by TheGreenMeridian

They’re rip-roaringly drunk and laughing loud enough at each other to wake half the neighbourhood as they stumble into their lodgings.

i only like Fitzconte if it's done in a very specific way and this fic fits my needs just perfectly. just two besties being sillayyyy. what, like you never gave your bro a handjob just for shits and giggles?

Whatever morning brings by isamariposa

Brutus spends his life torn between disquiet, distaste and desperate pining for Caesar, leading to his infamous betrayal. In his own final moments, he raises a plea: “Jupiter Maximus, take pity on me. If by Your grace there is a way to atone for what I did to him, I beg You: let me do so in the afterlife.”

His wish is granted.

yes, yes, this is technically an HBO Rome fic but each chapter deals with a different time period - the third is dedicated to The Terror and can totally be read on its own. it's some truly excellent Sir John/Fitzjames with a sprimkle of some delightful Fitzconte tomfoolery. It's really, really good.

okay one last BONUS

devourer of debts by allmyloyaldead(van1lla_v1lla1n)

Cornelius Hickey receives, and devours, and adapts.

What Hickey receives from the universe and what he takes for himself, the pieces with which he sews himself together into a man, or something like one.

some incredible Hickey insanity. truly brilliant. the gifts Hickey receives from Billy, Irving and Fitzjames, short and sweet (by sweet i obviously mean gruesome and fucked up <3)

#the terror #fitzier #fitzconte #those are just a few really. couldn't possible list them all. just take and eat from my bookmarks dear <3 #this fandom is full of SO many incredibly talented people. so many truly gorgeous fics. #the terror fic rec #fic rec

[mioyeo]

8 makes 1 Team

No matter how different, without one of us there is no 8 makes 1 Team

Synopsis : In which 8 boys build a friendship despise of their differences with the help of a psychiatrist

Pairing : psychiatrist! Reader x Ateez (for now )

Warnings : this chapter includes mentions of , ignorant staff , crying , sweet guard hours , grooming , influential parents, no consent , threatening , taking minors private parts in their mouths , sexual assault , arguing , please tell me if I forget something , and I’m not romanticizing disorders in anyway and this is pure fiction meaning this doesn’t represent Ateez in any type of way

For every new chapter I’ll place this (🟢) beside it in the masterlist so you guys know that the chapter is new and was posted recently

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I apologize for taking so long , I had a huge writer’s block so I couldn’t really continue writing for some days

Also if you want to be added to the tagging list for the next chapter comment so I can add you

Word count: 1,6k

It was a very quiet night that day as every guard was currently changing shifts  , others just coming in and others going home so they could return to their morning shift

Y/n just had dinner with both groups at separate times and now walked into the break room

" You've been called to the office "

One of her colleagues that was currently in charge of ordering new things such as medical equipment and further more looked up to her informing Y/n about her being expected somewhere

" I guess he must have heard my complaints "

" Your wasting his time with things we can fix ourselves , we get it there was a minor issue last time with a patient bu- "

Y/n bursted out laughing starling the other staff that sat silently doing their work

" A minor issue? Do you call a patient wanting to end themselves a minor issue ? "

She wiped her eyes and collected herself

" You must not know what your duties are if your labeling such a live threatening situation a minor issue , and the fact that you where also at the scene but didn't do anything makes me uncomfortable looking at you "

" I'm not in charge of him but you"

" Ok if I ever see you having any complications I'll just stare at you and leave how about th-"

Everyone stared in shook as silent murmuring where heard

" Both of you stop being loud there are people trying to work here "

" Well I'll excuse myself  ,  sorry for disturbing everyone else "

She bowed and went out sighing in annoyance before bumping into someone

" I-I'm sorry I didn't see you "

The male apologized quickly checking if she was alright

" It's alright , it's my fault I didn't see you "

" No no I should've looked where I was going "

He bowed again apologizing

" Aren't you the new guard in charge of Hongjoong? "

" Y-Yeah I am , I just changed shifts with a fellow friend that also works here "

" Are you going home now? "

" Yeah what about you? "

She smiled and straighten her work clothes

" I was about to meet my boss "

He hummed in knowledge scratching the back of his head

" I could walk you there since the exit is near "

" Sure I wouldn't mind company "

" How long have you been working here ? "

Both walked down the hall in silence only their footsteps being heard

" It's been over a month already "

" A so your still a fresh worker "

She nodded and looked ahead

" I feel like I've been longer here actually I don't know why but I bonded quickly with some of my patients "

" I know how you feel , I used to listen to my brother tell me stories of when he used to work here and these stories made me like his patients without even knowing them "

" These kids have something special in them they just need to be treated with care and be understood "

"I agree ,and it's exactly what my brother said "

She smiled softly looking at him

" You seem like someone they can trust based on your personality right now "

"I want to protect them just like my brown did"

" Your brother seems like your biggest role model "

" He is , we grew up alone and he was both parental roles that's why I really look up to him and want to follow his footsteps "

The elder looked at her before coming to an stop in front of the office "

" I guess this is your stop "

" Yeah it is , wait what is your name ? "

" I'm Seok-woo and I already know your name because of Hongjoong he can't stop talking about you and the activities you do with them "

He chuckled making her smile

" Well it was nice talking to you Seok-woo "

She waved before knocking on the door hearing a soft call for her to come in

" Ah Miss Y/n I've been waiting for you "

The man in his late sixties looked up from his paperwork gesturing for her to sit

" I must assume you heard of my complaints? "

" What complaints are we talking about ? "

She cleared her throat and adjusted herself on her seat

" I must inform you that the staff you've hired has been out off line and crossing several boundaries multiple times regarding not only my patients but other children here "

He hummed and leaned back on his arm chair

" When I started working here I came across the complaint that one of my patient has been sexually assaulted multiple times and forced to do multiple things out of his knowledge by one of the guards here and also physically assaulted for not acting they want them too "

" And who is that patient and guard? "

" It's my patient Park Seonghwa that was assaulted by Guard Lee "

She studied the man's face that seemed to stay calm despite being told this information

" Well I'll see what I can do about it "

He looked back at his paperwork

"He should be fired and sued for sexual assault it hasn't been one but many children in here "

The elder pressed on a button and spoke while looking at her

“ Please accompany Park Seonghwa to my office now , yes wake him up "

" Sir you need to do something about it "

" We'll discuss this with Seonghwa "

She sighed and waited patiently for the boy to arrive , it was making her nervous and something told her that this was going in a totally different direction

The door opened revealing the short blonde boy rubbing his eyes as he was woken up from his sleep

" Y/n your here "

The boy smiled and waddled towards her hugging her

" Sorry for waking you Seonghwa but would you answer some questions for me ? "

She looked at him and ressured him that it was ok so he could sit

" Miss Y/n here told me something about Guard Lee assaulting you is that true? "

The elder stared at the boy who's face dropped in horror

" Has Guard Lee been touching you without your consent ? "

He nodded and fiddled with his fingers

" What did he exactly do "

" H-He told me to take my pants off so he could look at my down there "

Seonghwa's hands found Y/n's who squeezed them slightly for encouragement

" Did he just look ? "

" H-He started doing weird things and told me that it was going to feel good "

" What do you exactly mean with he was performing weird things on you ? "

She rubbed his palm and reassured him to stop if he didn't want to continue

" He put it into his mouth and than did this until something weird came out "

The boy stiffened as he copied the stroking movements the elder performed on him

" What else did he do ? "

" H-He promised me legos after I do the same to him because he said that I should repay for his kindness "

Y/n felt sick to her stomach as she listened

" Did you allow him to touch you "

Seonghwa nodded

"B-But I didn't like it and told him to stop but he said that if I tell someone what happened he would kill me and depose my body in the woods where no one would find me "

The younger teared up trembling in fear

" How old are you Seonghwa ? "

" Sir this is a totally irrelevant question "

She looked in disbelief

" Seonghwa how old are you ? "

" I'm sixteen "

He replied sniffing

" With your age I don't consider this sexual assault anymore because that’s the legal age you can do sexual activities here in Korea "

" Excuse me ?! This is sexual assault and he groomed him prior to this "

She scoffed in anger

" How is this considered assault if he gave his consent Miss Y/n ? "

" He may have given his consent but he told the guard to stop but he continued without his consent on other occasions which means from that moment on its considered sexual assault "

“ He still gave his consent ”

“Because he was groomed, guard Lee formed a relationship with so when he was about to do this Seonghwa would be comfortable to say yes ”

" Do you know who his parents are ? His parents are very powerful people and if this comes to light it could get ugly "

He said calmly crossing his hands

" So you prefer to protect a disgusting child abuser because his parents are influential? "

" That's not what I said Miss Y/n , I'd need proof that Guard Lee touched him inappropriately before proceeding with this "

" His words are enough proof and the legos because this means that he literally purchased sex from Seonghwa in return for goods other kids as well we'd just need them to open up-"

" Miss Y/n this is not a normal hospital, these children practically live here be it long term or until they finish their treatment this is nothing like your past job "

" It's either you fire that man or he'll continue abusing your patients "

The elder sighed

" I'll see what I can do, I will have a word with Guard Lee you may go now "

Seonghwa looked at her and wiped his face even though they kept falling

" It's ok I'll make sure that he's gone ”

She bowed and left the office with Seonghwa holding onto her hand

“ Will he r-really be gone? ”

“ I promise you sweetheart that you’ll never see him again after I figure out how to get rid of him ”

“ I’m afraid he’s gonna hurt me ”

He teared up and shivered in fear

“ You don’t need to be afraid as long as I’m here , I’ll make sure he disappears from our lives completely ”

The boy nodded and hugged her tightly

“ I t-trust you ”

She teared up slightly and rubbed his back

“ I won’t disappoint you sunshine ”

#ateez #ateez angst #ateez atiny #ateez fluff #ateez hongjoong #ateez imagines #ateez jongho #ateez mingi #ateez san #ateez seonghwa #ateez yeosang #ateez wooyoung #ateez yunho #ateez x reader #angst with a happy ending

[cwritesforfun]

Jake Seresin x Fem!Reader: You're Sick (Request)

Jake takes care of the sick reader. The reader works with Penny at the Hard Deck. The reader has been on three dates with Jake so far, and they really like each other.

Y/N = Your Name

I woke up three times last night to throw up. Then, I fell on the floor when I rolled out of bed. I just didn't have the strength to stand up.

I fell back asleep until noon. Then, I still did not feel well, so I called Penny and called in sick. She allowed me the day off and planned to check in tomorrow about how I was feeling.

I finally make it to my kitchen and make myself a smoothie before heading back to my bedroom. I crawl into bed and drink my smoothie before taking another nap.

I notice it's dark when I wake up and I hear pounding on the door.

I roll out of bed and manage to stand. I slowly walk to the front door and swing it open. I see Jake Seresin standing there.

I ask "What brings you here?" Jake answers "Uh... I heard from Penny that you were sick. I brought over some soup for you. My mom always brought me chicken noodle soup when I was sick, which always made me feel better. I just wanted to help you feel better." I reply "Thanks for bringing it. I appreciate that. I would invite you in, but I have thrown up a lot today. Promise me, you don't want to be sick." He replies "I want to help you in any way I can. I don’t care that you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyway because I care for you.” I reply “It’s been three dates.” He smirks and replies “What can I say? I’m hooked on a drug named Y/N.” I smile and say “Come on in then. If you get sick, I’m sorry.”

Jake walks inside and heats up the soup for me. I sit on the couch and pull a blanket over me as I lay down. 

Jake returns to the living room with a bowl of soup and a cup of water. I sit up and he sits next to me. He fills the spoon with soup and says “Choo Choo time to eat!” I laugh and open my mouth. He pours it in carefully and wipes my mouth with a napkin.  I say “I can feed myself. I’m not that sick.” He replies “But I want to feed you.” I reply “Ok keep going then.”

We sit on my couch, and him feeding me like a baby until the bowl is clean. I cannot believe Jake just did that. He seems so calm here with me right now. 

I ask “How was flying today? I’m sorry I didn’t ask.” Jake wraps an arm around my shoulder so I can lean into him and answers “It’s no problem. Nursing you back to health was my first priority... And my day was good. We trained as a team and it felt good to be in the sky as always. I missed seeing your face in the Hard Deck when I got off and I really wanted to see you.” I reply “I’m glad you had a good day. You can always call or text me. I’ll answer unless I’m at work and you know where I work. I like seeing you at the end of my day too. You have such a kind face.”  He smiles and says “A kind face? I’ve never heard that one before. The guys are not going to believe that.” I smile and reply “Oh please, Jake, you’re one of the kindest people. Who else would bring chicken noodle soup which was amazing to their sick friend? Even on the dates we’ve been on, you never were the cocky player that everyone made you out to be. You were kind, respectful, and someone I’ve grown to care for.” He replies “I thought we were more than friends?” I answer “We are... I mean we’ve been on three dates and we’ve kissed. That is more than just friends do.” He asks “How do you feel about being my girlfriend?” I answer “I’d really like that, Jake.” He smiles, starts to lean in, and I say “Hey hey I’m still sick.” He replies “Who cares? I want to kiss my girlfriend.” I smile and let him kiss me.

We each take a shower separately, then we turn on a movie in my bedroom before cuddling up for bedtime.

...

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[kingwiltcher]

The Smiling Critters Take Real Life!

Episode 2: Crash Course

(Synopsis)

As the reality of what they now have begins to set in, Angel continues to learn more about their new companions and ponders how exactly to take care of all of them...

(Story below! Or click the AO3 Link above. It has better tags)

Angel sat dumbfounded on their couch, watching the 8 small beings (Well, seven. Catnap was asleep on Angel’s lap) prance about their living room with giddy excitement…In Angel’s desire to buy plushies, they’d accidentally bought 8 whole children(?), and now was quite possibly stuck being their caretaker…after all, how the Hell would Angel explain this to anybody? How would Angel be able to take these guys anywhere, how could Angel leave them on their own in the house?

While Angel was pondering their newfound predicament, Dogday began to try and once again jump up onto the couch. He was very bad at it, and could barely get even his upper chest up there at first, but soon he managed to get a running start and get his entire upper body onto the couch. From there he dragged himself onto it fully. Angel gave him a golf clap in applause.

Dogday chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, then started talking. “So…nice to meet you, mister. I don’t think we got your name actually.”

“Oh, uh, my name’s Angel!” Angel said.

“Oh that’s a really cool name! I’ll be sure to tell everyone!” Dogday chirped.

“Oh, and uh, for future reference, I use they/them pronouns and all that.” Angel added.

“O-Oh! Ok cool! Sorry for uh…us misgendering you earlier-“ Dogday said embarrassedly.

Angel patted Dogday’s head. “It’s alright, don’t worry, you didn’t know.”

Dogday said something else, but Angel didn’t quite catch it, as their attention had been drawn towards the other side of the room, where Hoppy and Kickin were climbing up a dresser. Said dresser had the urn containing Angel’s Grandmother’s ashes, and in the two plushies’ climbing, the urn was being shaken around precariously…

Angel thought fast, and blurted out: “OKAY GUYS, TIME FOR LUNCH!”

At that moment, all the critters turned towards Angel excitedly. Hoppy and Kickin ended up falling off the dresser and plopping to the floor. They didn’t make any squeaky toy noises as they hit the ground, but Angel still mentally heard them anyway.

“Oh wow! I uh, I am pretty hungry, and I think everyone else is too! I’ll go find Catnap!” Dogday said, causing confusion in Angel.

“Wait what? But Catnap’s right-“ Angel looked down at their lap where Catnap USED to be. Somehow he’d managed to sneak off without anyone noticing again. Angel made a noise of exasperation before getting up. “Alright guys, I’m gonna go in the kitchen, uh, don’t break anything!” Angel announced. All the critters shared various sentiments of acknowledgement, except for Picky Piggy, who was excitedly speculating on what could be for Lunch.

Angel slowly made their way into the kitchen where they proceeded to lean over the sink and stare down the drain. What the hell did two-and-a-half feet tall plushie animals eat? Did they even eat to begin with?

…Oh well…they’d inadvertently promised something to eat, Angel knew they had to deliver.

They opened their freezer and began to rifle through it…maybe some microwave burritos? No…there wouldn’t be any way for all of them to snag a piece. Chicken nuggets perhaps? …Wait no, they have a chicken for a friend-

Eventually, Angel settled on a microwave Pepperoni Pizza. Angel just hoped Picky wouldn’t know where exactly pepperoni came from.

Angel slapped it in the microwave and heated it up, then began to cut it with a steak knife, as they didn’t actually have a pizza cutter. They cut it into 16 pieces so each critter could have 2 slices, and then delivered it to the hungry critters, who all cheered in excitement upon the sight. Picky especially, who eagerly, loudly declared her love for pizza, nearly drowning out everyone else in the process.

Bubba covered his ears in pain afterwards. “H-Hey Picky, could you not do that please? That hurt my ears…” He whimpered.

“OOPS, SORRY B- I-I mean oops, sorry Bubba!” Picky said.

Bubba smiled and nodded.

“Uhhh, alright guys, enjoy!” Angel said, and the critters began to tuck into the pizza. Angel eagerly watched them eat to see how exactly it worked. The critters seemed to eat almost exactly like normal people, even sprouting plastic teeth to bite and chew, which was honestly quite disturbing. After that, the food would seemingly just disappear from their mouths, apparently having been consumed.

Angel would’ve gone to make something for themselves at this point, but now they’d lost their appetite.

Angel sat back down on the couch and then laid down, proceeding to drag a blanket over themselves and watch random YouTube videos while their new gaggle of adopted plush creatures chowed down on some Kroger frozen pizza.

As they absentmindedly watched some Minecraft lets play highlights, Angel began to ponder once again how they were going to manage all of this…wondering how exactly they were going to provide for this odd little family they now had…

~~~~

It didn’t take long for the Smiling Critters to finish off the pizza, and they all leaned back in satisfaction. It didn’t seem like much food at all, but Angel supposed to creatures this small, it was like a full-course meal. Angel made note of this, keeping in mind to make smaller meals for all of them in the future.

“Maa-haa-haan, I am stuffed.” Said Hoppy. “I feel like I could just pull a Catnap and fall asleep right here.”

Catnap rolled his eyes and then flung a stray cube of pepperoni at Hoppy.

“Pfft- well, ‘Nap, you DO fall asleep a lot, even during the day.” Hoppy snickered.

“Think you guys need a nap?” Angel asked, sitting back up. Angel definitely knew they themselves needed a nap, so they were hoping the Critters wanted to take one as well.

Catnap nodded excitedly, to which all of the other critters chuckled. Catnap proceeded to slap one hand on his opposite bicep, then curl that arm into a fist.

Dogday yawned after that. “Honestly, I could use a nap, what about you guys?” The dog said, looking over to his friends.

“Yeah, that pizza just about knocked me out.” Said Kickin.

“Same.” Added Hoppy.

“Food CAN make you sleepy if it has certain chemicals in it.” Bubba chimed in.

“um…sure…” Crafty murmured.

Bobby didn’t say anything, but she did yawn really largely.

“I could go for one more! But uh, yep. I think I’m pretty sleepy too.” Said Picky.

Angel nodded and then got up, going back to their bedroom and fetching the large comforter off the bed. Angel then brought it back to the living room and spread it all out on the floor so the critters would have a comfy place to sleep.

Crafty’s eyes widened. “W-wow! This looks so great!” She then flopped onto the blanket. All of the other critters followed soon after. Angel chuckled at them all, finding the scene adorable. Angel almost went to get another blanket for them, but they figured the critters wouldn’t need it, considering they were covered in fur.

…Then Angel figured they might like one anyway, and grabbed one and draped it over all 8 of them.

“Thanks Angel!” Everyone cheered in unison before snuggling in and slowly falling asleep.

(“Maybe this won’t be so bad…”) Angel thought as they sat back down, looking upon the sleeping critters.

Angel smiled and laid back down, slowly beginning to fall asleep themselves. They had no idea where all of this would be going in the next few days, but wherever it would be going, Angel was looking forward to it…

~~~~

After what barely felt like any time, Catnap shot awake with a gasp. Shaking, he looked over at all of his sleeping friends, wishing he could sleep as soundly as them all the time…and not be woken up by these damn nightmares…Catnap couldn’t even look at any of them after what had happened in this last nightmare…it hurt too much.

The lavender cat threw the section of the blanket off of himself and leaned up against the leg of the coffee table in a fetal position…

How long could he keep all this to himself…? How long would he just try to avoid thinking about it…?

…How long until…it all came true?

…Would it?

#alternate #au #alternate universe #poppy playtime 3 #poppy playtime #dogday #catnap #hoppy hopscotch #kickinchicken #kicken chicken #bubba bubbaphant #picky piggy #craftycorn #fanfic #ao3 fanfic

[callsign-cacti]

What's the Consensus

Pairing: Finnegan x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Period Sex

Summary: “Finn, seriously, now is not the time!” You hiss.

“I beg to differ sweetheart! Don’t you know that orgasms can help cramps.” He grins, tucking his head into your neck and dropping a kiss to the corner of your jaw.

Notes: This is a repost because my old blog (winterrebel04) I deleted on accident while trying to delete another account. Yes, this is the worst day of my life. Anyways, I'm tagging everyone who I tagged last time because the way that I crave validation from y'all is borderline unhealthy and they are some of the best writers on here... anyways...

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He had spotted you as soon as he turned the corner, hustling away from the rest of the team so that he could talk to you without their stupid comments in his ear.

“There she is!”

 He didn’t miss the way you tensed up at the sound of his voice, hunching your shoulders inwards as if making yourself smaller would make him miss you. It didn’t, and you refused to look at him as he leaned on the shelf next to you. Eyes forward, focused on the item in front of you.

“Go away Finn!” You spat.

“C’mon sweetheart, why you gotta do me like that. First you ditched me last night, and now this. You could really hurt a man’s ego like that!”

“Mm, I think your ego could use some bruising Finnegan.” Reaching out for a bottle on the shelf, Finn moved quickly, snatching it up before you could.

“Painkillers huh, you go out and party with someone else last night doll?” He asked, angling his body more towards you as you reached to grab another bottle from the shelf, before turning on your heel and walking away.

He was quick to push himself off the wall, following you. “I’m just going to take your silence as a yes. Y’know, I looked for you last night, after the game.”

“Well, I was busy.” You spat, not slowing your stride as you turned onto another isle.

“Doing what!”

“Homework, if you must now. Sorry I wasn’t around for you to stick your dick in, but I’m sure you made a groupie very happy last night, so I’m sure it wasn’t a total bust.”

“Well, she was actually easier to get into bed then you were.” He joked, once again taking a step towards you only for you to step back from him again.

“Cool, I really don’t care though Finn.” You said it calmly, no underlying anger in your voice that surely would have been there if you were any other girl. The two of you had struck up a friends with benefits type sitch at the beginning of the year, and it was some of the best sex Finn had ever had. It didn’t hurt that you were smart as a whip, someone who could understand the rants that Finn would start, and be an active participant in them. Lately though, as baseball had started and school had gotten busier, the two of you had been more friends then benefits, and it was barely even friends as the two of you saw so little of the other.

But Finn did a double take at the statement anyways. You weren’t clingy, you didn’t care that he had been sleeping with other people. But normally, when he made jokes like that, you had some sort of snappy comeback about not being so easy, never missing a chance to make fun of him. So he took a second to really look at you. The arm not holding the basket was wrapped around your stomach, dark circles under your eyes, and your shoulders were hunched over. You didn’t look like you were hungover, you looked like you were in pain.

“Ok, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Sweetheart, there are a thousand ways in which you could have just called me a slut, manwhore, etcetera, and you didn’t. Something is clearly wrong here!”

You turned to glare at him. “Nothing is wrong, I’m fine!”

“Hah!” He shouts, that stupid smile spreading over his face. “When girls say it’s fine, that means somethings wrong. And you know, you guys really shouldn’t…”

“Oh my god Finn, fine, I’m on my period and in extreme pain. Now can you please leave me alone so I can go buy some goddamned tampons and go home!” You whisper shouted, eyes burning with anger and shiny with pain.

“Oh, well why didn’t you just say that. A period is a perfectly justifiable reason to be grumpy!” He raised his hands in the air, taking a step back as you whipped your head around.

“I am not grumpy. I am in pain, and you aren’t helping!” You hissed, stomping into the next aisle.

Finn could do nothing but follow, having missed the banter with you a little more then he cared to admit. But by the time he turned the corner, you already had what you needed, and were moving to the checkout line where all of his friends stood.

Oh, he was going to get so much shit for what he was about to do.

Their backs were to the two of you, looking at one of the trashy magazines on display, and he was quiet as he sidled up next to you, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

The cashier told you the amount owed, and Finn was right there, handing the bills over and grabbing your bags, hoping that the magazine would hold their attention for a few more seconds.

You however, weren’t on the same page, whirling around to glare at him.

“What are you doing? I’m perfectly capable of buying my own tampons!”

And he didn’t even have to look to know that every single one of the guys would have whipped their heads around to see what was going on. And the smirk painted on your face told him that you knew it too.

“Well, have fun with that Finny!”And then you were gone and the rest of them crowding around him.

“Wasn’t that?” Roper started, staring at you ask you pushed open the door.

“Yep!” Dale said, nodding at Roper. “I cannot believe you just bought her fucking tampons bro! And Finny!”

“’Scuse me more being a gentleman. And don’t even with the name thing. What did that one girl from freshman year call you? Would you like to bring that back up?” He defended himself, reaching for three of the snickers bars and handing them to the cashier as Ropers face went pale.

“Hey, at least we know she ain’t pregnant now!” Coma chuckles, Roper staring daggers at him.

“Fuck off Coma!”

“But, that’s so… gross!” Plummer shutters, ignoring the other comments about Roper.

Dale groans, smacking Plumber in the stomach. “Oh, you’ve done it now!” He had been on the receiving ends of Finns rants about periods one to many times, and knew exactly what was about to happen.

“I’ll have you know!” Finn starts, and Dale groans, wishing he would have just stayed at the house

Ten minutes later, there is a traumatized Plummer left behind as Finn makes a beeline for your place.

-

“I come in peace, and with offerings!” He says before you can protest, handing you the chocolate and squeezing inside your room. A movie is playing on the tv, and you had changed into shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Finn somehow managed to hold back the comment about you having clearly ditched your bra.

“Finn, I’m really tired, and I’m on my period, as we established already, not today, okay?” But he ignores you, throwing himself down onto your bed, patting the space next to him.

“Is this Diehard?” You nod, eyes narrowed at him as you slowly move over to the bed, tugging the heating pad out from under him. “You aren’t going to leave me alone, are you?” He smiles and shakes his head, once again patting the bed.

“My friend is in pain. It would be rude of me to let her suffer alone!” He protests, hand darting out to grab your wrist, pulling you down onto the bed.

He can practically see you debating on whether it’s worth it to fight to get him to leave. You glance down at the candy bars, before looking at him, then the tv and the bed again, before sighing and peeling open the candy bar.

“Fine. You can stay, but you can’t be annoying!” He just chuckles, taking the victory and not willing to risk your wrath with a response. After a few minutes, you have finished the candy bar, but have made no move to lie down.

He moves quickly so you don’t have time to dodge him, scooting forward and wrap his hands around your waist so he can pull you down onto the bed, your back to his chest. Then he grabs the heating pad, bringing it to rest against your stomach.

“Uhh…” But he hushes you.

“Just watch the movie!” He gestures towards the television, even though you can’t see him doing it.

And then its quiet for a minute, the two of you watching the movie before he speaks up. “Do they hurt?”

“I thought we were watching the movie!” You snark, shifting against him to find a more comfortable position.

He sucks in a breath when your ass brushes against his crotch, but then you’re settling again, hand gesturing to the bag on your desk. “I took some meds, they helped a little.”

“Good.” He nods as the two of you turn your attention back to the movie.

He decides its nice, being here with you. He can’t quite remember if this is what he had come over with the intention of doing, he doesn’t think that it was. But when he looks down at you, only to find you asleep against his chest, he isn’t mad as he follows you into dreamland.

-

The first thing he notices is that he’s warm. Not the hot kind of warm, but the I want to stay under the covers and in bed forever because I’m so damn comfy kind of warm.

The second thing he notices is that you’re grinding against him. A quick glance down confirms that your still asleep.

The third thing, he is painfully hard.

Then he hears a whimper. And being as intimately familiar with your sounds as he is, he realizes that your aren’t grinding on him, your shifting to try and find a more comfortable position, because you are in pain.

Sitting halfway up, you slide off of his chest, and he misses the warmth as he wakes you up.

“Hey sweetheart, you remember what time you took the meds?”

“Two!” You whine, shifting again and brushing up against his dick. He tries to scoot backwards to give the both of you more room, only to find the wall behind him.

“Still got a few more hours than before you can take another one.” And the whine you let out at that takes him from a semi to rock hard in seconds.

He shouldn’t be like this, not when your clearly in a lot of pain. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then it hits him.

He tightens his grip on your waist and pulls you back towards him. He knows the second that you realize, as you tense up, immediately stopping all movement.

“Finn, seriously, now is not the time!” You hiss.

“I beg to differ sweetheart! Don’t you know that orgasms can help cramps.” He grins, tucking his head into your neck and dropping a kiss to the corner of your jaw.

“Don’t you fucking tease me right now Finn!” You hiss, turning around so that you can face him. As you meet his eyes, you realize that he isn’t joking, and that his offer was serious.

“You got any towels honey, cause I’m not real keen on fucking you in the shower. Those things are gross!” He mumbles into your shoulder.

You stay silent, still not quite comprehending that he is being serious. At this, Finn pulls back, eyes meeting yours.

“But we totally don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just thought I’d offer!”

You shake your head, finally getting with the program, and push yourself out of bed. Behind you, Finns face falls as you move to the dresser before you pull out a towel, ignoring the pain that comes with standing up.

Elation fills him as you pull out a towel, only for him to pout as you begin moving towards the door.

“Don’t fucking look at me like the Finnegan!” You snark as you throw the towel at him. “I’m coming back, just gotta take my tampon out!” And then the door slams shut, leaving Finn scrambling off the bed to get it set up.

You aren’t gone for long, and when you open the door, you can’t help but laugh when you find Finn completely naked on your bed, towels spread out underneath him. The moment is killed when a cramp pulses, and you wince.

“Get over here!” He says, once again patting the bed. “Nothing a good ole Finnegasm can’t fix.”

“I know that you didn’t just say…” But he cuts you off, tugging you down onto the bed and rolling so that he’s on top, bringing his lips to yours.

He takes it slow, letting you set the pace until he feels that you’ve grown more comfortable with the idea of what the two of you are about to do.

This is new territory for Finn. He had read about it, done his research, as he always does, but had never had a chance to put the knowledge to the test. And he figures it can’t be any different from regular sex in general.

He was wrong.

You were more sensitive. Shivering as he ran his hands up and down your sides, arching into his palms when he went to cup your breasts, damn near coming out of your skin when he closed his mouth around your nipple.

When he pushed his knee in between your legs, you were immediately moving, grinding yourself onto his thigh while panting into his mouth.

But the second his hand swept lower, playing with the band of your shorts, you froze up. He looked up at you, pleased to find that he could barely see the color of your eyes, only the black of your pupil.

“What’s wrong?” His hands began sweeping motions up and down your side, only meant to comfort, but you melted back into him anyways, placing your head on his neck as you mumbled out your answer.

“What was that? Couldn’t quite hear you” He teased, gently tugging your hair to get you to look back up at him. Instead, you bit down on his neck, moaning as his fingers hair tightened in your hair. He smirked, pulling it again, your body jolting up into his and your pussy rubbing against his thigh.

But he refused to be distracted by your pretty sounds, shifting his leg and moving so that he was hovering and not touching you at all.

“What was wrong? Did I do something?” He asked, ducking his head down to meet your eyes and holding the eye contact.

“I just, you’ll get blood on your hands if you…” You trailed off, eyes darting around his face, looking anywhere but back in his eyes.

“Sweetheart, you’re on your period. I know that there’s gonna be blood.”

She scoffed. “I know there will be blood, I just kinda figured we’d, I don’t know, mess around a little bit and you’d just, stick it in.”

He laughed, “stick it in, really?” She slapped his chest, face still serious, and he sobered.

“Baby, first of all, I don’t mind the blood. I knew what I was getting into when I suggested this, but if you don’t want to do it, we can put on another movie and that’s fine. But if you still want to do this, because I genuinely think that this will help, then I need to get you ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you anymore then you are already hurting!” He said, sliding his fingers under her chin so that she was looking at him.

Her eyes were shiny with tears as she looked back at him.

“Do you understand?” She nodded, fingers coming up to trace the hand that was still on her chin.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” You shifted again, although Finn thought this time it was more from pain then from pleasure, before nodding.

“I want you to fuck me Finn. Please!” He smiled, ducking back down to kiss her. He had a million comebacks on the tip of his tounge, but bit them back. He could recognize what a momentous thing this was, how much trust you were putting in him to allow him to do this with you.

But he couldn’t resist one last joke. “Well since you asked so nicely…” And then you were dragging his mouth down to yours, fingers tangling his his hair and tongue asking for entry.

The sounds you were making under him, all soft whimpers and breathy moans as the two of you grinded together had him painfully hard and desperate to finally be inside of you again.

When he sat up, you whined, hands clawing down his back in an effort to get him back to you.

“Shh pretty girl, m’right here!” His hands undoing the button on his shorts and throwing them somewhere into the room. His shirt was long gone, having been tossed in order to give you more access to him.

Once all of his clothes were gone, he paused, looking down at you. Gently, he slid his hands around you, sitting you up and sliding your shirt up and over your head, his hands leaving goosebumps in the places that he grazed. But he paused at your shorts, meeting your eyes with a question in his own.

You were silent for a second, before taking his hands and bringing them to the band of your shorts, lifting your hips so that he could slide them off of you.

“There you are pretty girl!” He praised as he gently pushed you back down, hovering on one arm over you as the other swept down to gently cup your pussy.

“God sweetheart, so fucking wet for me!” His fingers already slick as he traced gentle circles around your clit that had you arching up off of the bed. “So fucking sensitive tonight!” He teased as you whined his name.

“Finn, come on, stop teasing me and…” And then he slid a finger in, cutting you off.

“S’not teasing. Gotta get you ready for me. Want you nice and fucked out before I slide in. I want you feeling me, and only me, ‘kay pretty girl!” He had slipped another finger in during his little speech, grinning when you nodded and started to move your hips so that you were riding his hand.

“Can I…”

“’nother one, please Finn!” You both spoke at the same time. And who was he to deny you anything. Slipping the third finger inside, his other hand coming up to rub at your clit, you shattered, clenching down on his fingers, chest arched into his own. He fucked you through it, sliding his hand out and wiping it on the towel as soon as you had calmed down a little. It was an attempt to try and save you from the embarrassment he knew you would feel when you saw the mixture of blood and cum coating his hand.

He couldn’t have cared less about it, not when it had you so pretty beneath him like this.

You were smiling as you opened your eyes, reaching to place a kiss on his lips.

“How you feeling pretty girl?”

“Real good.” And then you were reaching out to palm him before wrapping your hand completely around him. His hips jerked into your hand, and you smile turned into a smirk as you nudged his nose with yours.

“I’d feel even better if you fucked me right now. Bet you would…”

“Don’t even have to ask sweetheart!” And he was batting your hand away to replace it with his own. Rolling the condom that he had grabbed when you were in the bathroom onto himself before he was sliding into you.

And slide he did, the mixture of cum and blood gave him no resistance, bottoming out in seconds. He stilled, trying to stave off him impending orgasm, only to have you clench around him.

“Finn!”

“You, you feel really good sweetheart!” Then with one last deep breath he was moving, one hand drawing your lips back to his own as the other palmed at your breasts.

Your nails raked down his back as he hit your spot, your hips moving with his.

The two of you had always been good together, but this, this was something else.

“Finn, I’m…” You stuttered as he hit his stride, arching up into him.

“Mm, come for me!” His thumb circling around your clit.

And you did, clenching down around him as you bit down hard on his neck. He wasn’t far behind, his hips stuttering as he worked the two of you through your releases.

He collapsed down onto your chest, your hand coming up to rake through his hair.

After the two of you had caught your breath, he tilted his head, smiling up at you from his place on your chest.

“So, what’s the consensus. Do orgasms help with the cramps?”

#finnegan x reader #Walt Finn Finnegan #Everybody wants some #Finn x reader #Whats the consensus #Repost #Jake Hangman Seresin #glen powell

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Someone in the apartment complex burnt their popcorn or dinner or something and the smell is just lingering in my bedroom. Ugh. I’m tired and want more Syzoth content, we need head canons and fluff and fun! There are lots of wonderful fanarts though and that’s fantastic, I know I’m a basic bitch jumping on the Reptile hype train but I don’t care. I also want to answer more headcanons and asks and stuff so feel free to send me any questions you have. I’m still not quite up to doing fic requests yet but pretty much anything else is fair game.

I’m happy to do content for all of the Lin Kuei (except Frost, sorry I don’t like writing for women) Rain, Reiko and Reptile! Other kharacters might open up in the future and I’m happy to answer questions about any kharacter. Please don’t be shy! Ns/fw is totally fine as long as it’s not a full blown fic request. Please note though I default to an AFAB reader, I am happy to change that if you request it though, it’s just my go to because that’s what I am and I identify as female. Also please note that I don’t do ships, I only do canon x reader I might throw in some Bi-Han x Syzoth here and there though because I enjoy them together. I also won’t do canon x oc, unless I’m asked about my OCs Hallvard or Ice I just do not know my moots or readers OCs well enough to write them. I’m sorry! (If I decide to do requests again I might do canon x oc in exchange for art or a return fic.) Other nos are incest or underage or gore, silly for MK I know but I don’t want to write about organs lol I’m iffy about child requests, I don’t mind talking about my fictional kids but I can physically have children myself so it’s sometimes a touchy subject for me. So, I guess I’ll say kid asks are at my discretion. Oh full on non con is a no but dub con and yandere are ok I guess? I don’t love writing yandere if I’m being totally honest. If any of these subjects bother you though please let me know if you need a specific tag so you don’t see it by mistake.

So, yeah asks are open I guess? I will try and sprinkle in more smut fics here and there too because smut is life, but like I said I’m more than happy to write ns/fw headcanons and stuff. I just can’t handle the commitment of a full blown fic request right now, but small things are good and keep me active in the kommunity. Also as always please feel free to talk to me at me whatever I’m always down to talk about MK :) I can also always be found on discord the server is 18+ but very chill and self ship friendly, but also ship friendly we have different roles to make everyone as happy as possible. Ok lovelies I think that’s everything, I’m going to spend the rest of my night trying to smell something other than burnt food.

Oh one last thing! Please specify what timeline your ask is for! I won’t write for Hanzo Scorpion but I guess I will try for Kuai Liang Scorpion. 🤷🏼‍♀️ I just need to know what Kuai Liang I’m working with if he’s involved.

I lied one more thing self ship and OC asks are always appreciated but not expected but I would love to talk about both if anyone is interested 👉👈

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