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toasty-melons · 1 year

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Uhm idk if your request are open so i Hope im not bothering you (also Sorry if my english isnt perfect ) i wanted to ask what about maybe ellie x fem!reader where they're Just Friends and ellie Is stressed out cause She doesnt know if Reader likes her back or not so dina being a good friend ( and Sick of ellie complaining about this situation) sets up a truth or dare night with ellie , dina , Jesse and reader and dina dares ellie to kiss reader and tell her how She feels and yk going on like this( its ok if you dont like this or dont want to do It <3)

You guys could never bother me!!! And I actually really love this request! I adore the friends to lovers trope so this is perfect! Also you’re english is really good so no worries, lovely! <3

TW: cursing, mentions of alcohol

I got kind of carried away but i really loved how it turned out, i hope you like it darling!

If you see any grammar errors ignore them pls :)

Just to kiss you

Ellie Williams x Reader

Ellie Williams has never, ever had trouble with the women she had an interest in. She always knew the perfect words to woo a women until they were buckling in the knees and falling to her feet. But you, oh god. You were her biggest weakness. You were so sweet and kind, and so fucking pretty.

So pretty that she usually had to pinch herself to get her stop staring at you.

So kind with the way you spoke to her, always asking if she’s okay and how her day was.

So sweet that you always put your friends first and were always doing nice things for them.

Like right now for example, you had invited her and Dina out to lunch, which you so kindly offered to pay for too. Dina, a sucker for free food, and Ellie, jumping at the chance to spend time with you.

The sun was warm on her skin, but when you had started laughing at one of Ellie’s stupid jokes, she felt like her whole body had lit on fire. God, you were so pretty. Ellie comes back down to Earth when she feels Dina playfully kick her under the table and give her a knowing look. Causing her face to slowly redden at the fact she had been caught being mesmerized by you.. again.

And what Dina does next would cause Ellie to practically combust with nervousness.

“So y/n..” Dina’s voice was cocky and made the hair on the back of Ellie’s neck stand up. You give Dina your full, undivided attention, smiling at her sweetly to let her know you’re listening. “Me, Ellie, and Jesse are hanging out at my place tonight, you wanna go?” Dina glances at Ellie, and her smug smile on grows at the slightly horrified look plastered on her face.

You’re lack of hesitation has Ellie melting in her seat. The way your eyes light up and your smile brightens as you vigorously nod your head yes.

“Yes! I would love too.” You look over at Ellie with that big smile on your face and Ellie can’t help the smile taking over on her own face. Your phone pings and when you check it, a pout of disappointment settles on your pretty lips. You look up at the two girls and your voice is laced with sadness. “I have to go guys, my boss asked me to come in early. But this was so much fun. I’ll see you guys later.” As you’re grabbing your things Dina is telling you when to be at her place and thanking you for lunch. You, of course, say it’s ‘no problem at all’. Dina gives Ellie a glance and motions her head at you, giving her the signal that it’s her turn to thank you.

Ellie quickly rushes to her feet as you’re coming around the table towards her. You reach out to her with open arms and Ellie gladly welcomes your embrace. You squeeze her tight as you usually do, and the way your perfume takes over Ellie’s senses has her knees buckling. “Thank you, y/n.” You giggle and she feels her heart melt at the pretty sound. You whisper back a ‘anytime, Els.’

Once you’re gone Ellie plops back down into her seat and Dina is looking at her with a smug smile and a snark comment already on the tip of her tongue. “Dude.” Ellie can tell by her tone that she’s gonna be relentless. “When, are you guys going to get together?” Ellie’s gaze finally tears away from the seat you had been sitting and glares daggers over at Dina.

“Well let’s see. Probably never. Because she doesn’t like me.” Ellie leans over and places her forehead on the table in defeat. A sad sigh escaping her lips, causing Dina to gently pat her on the back.

“I guess we’ll just have to see.” Ellie can practically hear the evil grin in Dina’s voice and Ellie can only pray that things go perfect tonight.

Ellie’s leg is bouncing as she sits in the middle of Dina’s couch next to Jesse. He nudges her leg with his knee and she breaks eye contact with the wall to look over at him. “You need to chill.” Ellie scoffs at this and rolls her eyes, now focusing on Dina who walks towards her with three beers balanced in her hands. Ellie gladly snatches the alcohol from her hands and not even a moment later is taking a swig.

You would be here any minute now. Ellie can feel her body start to warm up from the drink and it relaxes her a bit. A soft knock at the door has her whipping her head towards it and climbing over the back of the couch to rush over. Jesse scoff as Ellie’s alcohol is accidentally spilled on him, but chooses not to say anything other than a mumbled, ‘chill out.’

Ellie swings the door open and you’re standing there looking slightly up at her with your pretty eyes and a sweet smile gracing your lips.

“Hi.” It’s the only words Ellie can think of. She internally kicks herself for being awkward again. But the way your smile grows and your eyes slightly crinkle makes her stomach flip.

“Hi.” Your voice is sickly sweet and so soft on Ellie’s ears. Ellie finally takes a step back so that you can come in. As you walk past her to greet Dina and Jesse, your perfume washes over Ellie and she has to bite the inside of her lip to keep from audibly moaning and embarrassing herself.

Two hours and beers later has you and Ellie laughing your asses off at anything and everything. Ellie is relaxed so much that she’s able to talk to you with crumbling and placing little touches on your arm and leg without combusting. Of course Jesse and Dina are all too aware of what’s happening, which is what causes the slightly tipsy Dina to start a game of truth or dare.

After silly truths like ‘describe your first kiss,’ or ‘what’s the worst date you’ve ever been on,’ and stupid dares like ‘prank call your ex,’ or ‘swap clothes with the person next to you,’ it’s finally Dina’s turn again. The look in her eyes has Ellie practically shaking with nerves.

You’re all too unaware of it, not tipsy but bordering on the edge. You’re giggling at the way Jesse has been tugging on your shorts he was dared to wear. The way his clothes hang off your body has Ellie screaming internally, wishing that it was her clothes instead.

“Ellie.. truth or dare?.” Dina’s voice is laced with a smugness and Ellie knows no matter what she picks, it won’t be good. You perk up and point at her accusingly, excitedly announcing to the room that, ‘Ellie hasn’t done a dare yet.’ Dina grins wickedly and leans back into the couch, crossing her arms over her chest. “I dare you to kiss y/n.” The rooms falls silent as Dina’s words settle over. A tension slowly rising between everyone.

When Ellie glances over at you, she surprised to find your face completely flushed red and your wide eyes staring back at her. You glance down at her lips and it has Ellie practically foaming at the mouth. Before anyone can say anything the silence is broken by a phone ringing. Jesses curses under his breath and grabs the phone hopping up. How convenient.

“Shit. It’s my work, I gotta answer this.” He bails out of the room and after a few more moments of tense and awkward silence Dina stands up.

“I’m gonna go get another drink.” She leaves the room just as quickly as Jesse did and now it’s just Ellie and you. You and Ellie. Alone. When Ellie looks back over at you you’re not looking anymore and her heart sinks a bit. Not being able to stand the pressure anymore, Ellie stands up next and she feel your eyes on her again.

“I’m gonna.. get some fresh air.” Her voice is mumbled as she rushes out the side door that leads to Dina’s private patio. It’s small but it’s decorated in lights and plants that has a really warm and homey feeling to it. Ellie takes a seat in one of the chairs and places her head in her hands, elbows resting on her knees. Her heart hurts, she had her chance and she blew it. And for a moment, just a moment, Ellie thought you actually wanted to kiss her and it felt so euphoric.

The sound of the side door opening again has Ellie’s head popping up. She’s surprised to find you sitting down quietly next to her. You don’t look at her, not at first. No, at first you fiddle with your fingers, a nervous habit Ellie noticed you had. You thought you looked so silly right now, hell you felt ridiculous still drowning in Jesse’s clothes.

Neither of you say anything for a while, just allowing the silence to embrace both of you. You shift and Ellie glances at you again, and finds you finally looking at her. You break the silence first, clearing your throat quietly. Before you can say anything Ellie groans and rubs her hands over her face, “Fucking Dina.. always causing trouble.” This makes you giggle.

“She has good intentions.. just awful ways to show them.” At this Ellie gives you a sad chuckle. It makes your heart clench and your brows furrow.

“Kissing me would be awful, huh?” Your eyes widen at the realization and you shake your head frantically.

Ellie watches as your face reddens, a look of fear on your face, so scared that you had offended her. “Oh. No, no, no. It wouldn’t be awful it would be amazing- I mean.. oh gosh.” You cover your face and laugh awkwardly at yourself. Ellie is silent, still hanging onto a thread of hope.

“Ellie.. You’re one of my best friends. I really don’t wanna mess up what we have, but..” You uncover your face and chew on your bottom lip.

“But?” Ellie’s voice is so small, so full of hope that it makes you smile shyly.

“But.. I really really like you Els. And know you don’t like me back and i’m sorry if i’ve ever made you uncomfortable with my flirting, but today with the Dina and the dare to kiss me..” Ellie is stunned at your confession. She honestly feels like she’s dreaming. You like her? And you’ve flirted with her? How could she have not noticed?

“Can I kiss you? Not for the dare.. just to kiss you.” You peer up at her through your eyelashes, face full of nerves. You hesitate but you nod. Ellie leans in slowly, so close to your lips but not quite touching.

“Ellie Williams if this is a joke.. it’s the worst one you’ve ever had.” At your whispered words Ellie chuckles softly. Her lips are on yours not a moment later. The kiss isn’t sweet or soft like Ellie expected it to be. Instead your hands are tangled in her hair tugging her closer. Ellie’s hands find your waist to pull you onto her lap. Her fingers rubbing up your hips and thighs. She feels your breath tremble into the kiss and she pulls away.

“Too much?” You breathily laugh at her question and shake your head, placing sweet kisses along her jaw. Ellie is melting into your touch with the way your hands are sliding around down her neck and chest. You mumble a soft, ‘not enough,’ that has Ellie going feral.

Before Ellie can ravish your lips once again the sound of the side door slamming open has both of you looking over, frozen in place with widen eyes. Dina is standing in the doorway, jaw dropped and stunned.

“Oh.. my.. god..” You’re scrambling out of Ellie’s lap, standing up and shyly looking down. A grin is plastered on Ellie’s face and she can’t tear her gaze away from your shy one. “You guys we’re gonna fuck on my patio.” Ellie watches as you tense up at Dina’s accusation and shake your head waving your hands around you frantically.

You stumble over to Dina and grab her hands in yours. “Dinaaaa.” Your voice is whiney and it causes something deep to stir within Ellie. She can only watch as Dina teases you playfully and you protest with more whines of embarrassment.

“Y/n.” You’re whipping your head back at Ellie when she calls for you. Dina takes the hint and bails once again, shutting the door behind her.

“Yeah?” Ellie reaches out, grabbing your hand and pulling you down onto her lap once again. No other words are spoken as she pulls your lips back onto yours. This time the kiss being much softer than before, a vulnerableness laced into it. “Els.. i love you.”

“Fuck.. you have no idea how much i’m in love with you.”

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turvi · 11 months

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Hello again. It’s me the not Snape lover who is questioning their whole existence because of your fic. My whole feed is full of Snape fics now and I’m taking it as a sign from my FBI agent to lean into this new life. I don’t know if your requests are open so if not then please ignore me but if they are, would you be open to writing about the reader who is either James or Sirius’ sibling and they’re dating Snape and just the chaos it would cause? I love your work so much!!

Thanks for all the love I was planning a Snape angst. But now I am gonna save the best for the last. I hope you enjoy this.

WARNING: KISSING, GOOD OLD SIBLING CHAOS

"Come on, please, you must like someone." Sirius was determined to find out who his baby sister had a crush on. He was always prideful that Y/n preferred to open up to him rather than Regulus. Not that Regulus minded. He was happy not knowing anything about his siblings' love life drama (yet he always knew what was going on).

"I don't like anyone, Siri...gosh. Why is it hard for you to believe I am happily single?"

Sirius squinted his eyes. "Stop hanging out with Reggie. You are getting lame like him."

"You are lame."

Sirius gasped and threw a pillow at her.

"Very mature of you, Sirius Black." Y/n threw the pillow back at him, which he caught with one hand and kept hitting her. "Stop it, you dunderhead."

Sirius chuckled. "Ha, you sound like Snivellus."

Y/n froze. Sirius looked at her, concerned. "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" He immediately threw away the pillow and rubbed her head, thinking he had hurt her, and Y/n let him. She didn't want to have an awkward conversation. Not yet.

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

Y/n walked out of her room. She had a feeling Sirius had noticed the change in her behaviour. As she was developing a brilliant plan to avoid him, she felt a pair of familiar arms around her waist.

"Hello, love." she sighed as she felt his arms tighten around her.

"Did I tell you your voice is my favourite thing about you?"

Severus pulled her chin up to make her look at him. Y/n could only wonder how her brother and friends called him ugly. But then again, people call the moon beautiful, and even the moon is imperfect.

Y/n's eyes fluttered as she felt his lips on her. She was about to pull away when she felt his hand on the nape of her neck. Her eyes widened as the kiss grew heated, and she felt his tongue on her lips when suddenly she heard a shriek.

The couple immediately pulled away when they heard it. Y/n cringed as the footsteps grew louder. Severus immediately put himself between Y/n and Sirius.

"Snivellus, how dare you even touch my sister?!"

Severus said with a smug smile. "Like this?"

He twirled Y/n and leaned her down, kissing her with so much passion Y/n forgot Sirius was standing right there.

"I am standing right here!!" Sirius' high-pitched voice echoed in the hall as he pulled Severus away from Y/n.

Severus groaned and rolled his eyes as he watched Sirius coddle Y/n. "Are you alright?" He immediately turned to Severus, fury filling his eyes. "How dare you get your grimy hands on my sister?"

"SIRIUS!" Y/n pulled him away as he was raising his hand. "Don't you dare talk to my boyfriend like that."

Sirius felt like his world was ending. He saw the smug smile spreading on Severus' face and that made it worse.

"My baby sister loves Snivellus." He stared into the void as Y/n held him. "He...Snivellous is going to be a part of my family tree!! ugh"

Y/n blushed. "Well, we didn't-

"Yes," Severus' determined tone made her blush even harder.

"Really?" Y/n left Sirius' side, not realising the pout on his face as she left her dear brother for the dungeon bat.

Severus caressed her cheek, looking into her eyes with a promise. "I will marry you." It was not a question. And Y/n felt dizzy. When Severus was so confident, it made her weak in the knees. Maybe he could dom-

"Excuse me!" Sirius shrieked again. "That's my sister."

"Really? I didn't know." Severus smirked as Sirius sat on the floor, having an existential crisis. "Snivellus is gonna be my brother-in-law." His voice cracked.

Y/n sighed. "Sirius, get up. Don't be like this. Come on."

"Y/nn, there are an uncountable number of boys in Hogwarts. Why him?"

Y/n noticed they were starting to attract a crowd. "Sirius, come on, get up."

Severus chuckled. "No, let him be. I am enjoying this."

She glared at him, and it shut him up. "He is still my brother."

"Utter shame," Severus muttered, only to immediately apologise. "Okay, mutt, get up."

"Get your grimy hands off me, Snivellus."

"Ok, enough, you two. You two are behaving like a child and creating a spectacle of yourselves."

Sirius looked at her. "You really mean it? You love him?"

"I wanna spend my life with him." She earnestly told him, hoping he adjusted to this new development.

"You better not hurt my baby sister Snivellus."

Y/n rubbed Severus' back as an apology. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her neck. "I am okay, darling...it was not that bad. I am sure he will accept me soon. He loves you."

Severus had a smug smile, and Y/n squinted her eyes at him. "What?"

"You want to spend your life with me? Am I that good in bed?" his voice dropped an octave that sent shivers through her spine.

Y/n scoffed. "You wish-

Severus tugged her closer, kissing her and cradling her head, holding her close, not wanting to let her go now...not ever.

A/N: I love me some smug Snape and dramatic Sirius. I hope you like this. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED.

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊 𝕸𝖊 +18. dom! Kuchiki Byakuya x F!reader

✦ requested by anon for the free requests ➜ Sashi! Hi! I was thinking you might write some nsfw dom Byakuya with female she/her reader. thank you 💞💟 ➜ Well of course I can! And here it is, so please enjoy ♡ ✦ tw: dom! byakuya. reader seems to be a servant of the Kuchiki clan... but is she really?. spanking. kinda degrading words. fingering. vag sex. unprotected. ✦ wc: 1.9k

On your knees, his palm lovingly caresses your cheek. It’s so soft, so gentle… Your naked body kissed by the soft breeze of a flowery spring. Scent of camellias, lips so red...

“What do you want, my servant?” he asks, his pristine gloves reminds you of an angel, and yet he is far away from being one… or maybe, perhaps, he is just like the most beautiful of them all, Lucifer… And, it is exactly him, a pure light overcoming night with its white shine.

“You, Kuchiki-sama. I want…you, Byakuya-sama” you moan, resting your head over his thigh. Your arms hugging his leg, he is so delicate. Your eyes fix on his dark blue sky ones, like a renaissance picture, like a mortal praising a God. “Make me yours, Byakuya-sama. Make me only yours”

The man whose orbs scan you up and down, scoff so sensually. He never smiles, he never laughs.. but that smirk is just for you, only for you. He looks at you with superiority and arrogance; and it makes you tremble, it makes your heartbeat go fast, your lungs to crave for a single molecule of oxygen.

His thumb plays with your lower lip, it slowly gets inside your mouth. Little strings of saliva form as he slowly grazes his fingerprint with your teeth. Byakuya pushes your tongue down, so delicate and deliciously.

Over sensitive, the taste of his skin… your unexpected gagging sound.

He changes his thumb for his index and middle finger, going deep inside your mouth with violence; with brutal intrusion, violating, and so dominantly. He presses down, lips spreading, making space. Your eyes tearing up, but it’s ok, even in front of your blurry vision he looks like Narcissus.

“How far are you willing to go for me, (Name)?” the captain asks, with a sharp look over your miserable drooling you.

You try to speak as your nails carve on his black hakama. You pull from them, down, down. It makes his hipbones show, protrude. What a beautiful pale skin, what a perfect work of art this soul is.

When he finally lets you breathe, and your mandible hurts from being stretched wide open, you try to speak. “I- I am willing to do anything my Sir Byakuya orders me to”

Ah, what a beautiful melody… your pleading voice, begging for him, subduing totally before his superior him. He lives for domination and rules, because he needs to control others and never be weak. If not… he might lose the battle against his own heart.

Byakuya blesses you with a kiss he never gives, it’s always like the first time you feel his lips against your lips. And they are soft, so heavenly. You wanna bite them, you wanna pull from them, you want them to turn from pale to red, filled with the pumping blood of his cold heart.

“Should I make you my personal servant, (Name)? Would you like me to have you whenever I come back here?” the noble asks, carving his slightly long nails on your cheeks.

“Yes, my Sir. I want to serve you, I want to be here whenever you come back so you can use me as much as you wish” you humiliate yourself to the point you have never. You don’t mind being just a hole for the new head of the noble clan you have served since you were a child.

A bigger, more sadistic smirk plasters in the commissure of his mouth. You have chosen the right words, and Byakuya is definitely willing to use you as much as he wants for as long as he wants and requires.

“Such a good servant. Your family has been serving this family since forever, and be proud, you have become the best in your duties” he says, lifting you up from your neck. He doesn’t need to make the slight effort to do so… Captain Kuchiki is strong, even if it doesn’t show.

He puts you on your feet. Your total naked body is like a midnight snack for him, taking a look at it as he walks around you softly humming. He inspects every corner of your anatomy; the noble boy is appreciating his new acquisition. He could have bought you, but you didn’t cost him any money… you came like a gift, like an offering, applying for the most wanted job in the Kuchiki manor… serve Sir Byakuya.

The captain of the sixth squad pins your hands back, he presses them against the small of your back. “Walk, beautiful servant” he orders, pushing you softly towards his room. The doors, that are rarely open, are now split part to part.

His beautiful dormitory, worthy of such a rich man, receives you with dimmed lights. You can barely see every detail, and yet it isn’t necessary. You are absolutely focused on his presence behind you, the reiatsu imprinting on your shoulders that could make you kneel again in a matter of seconds.

Your shins hit his soft bed. Huge, white sheets, a four-poster bed with fine silk curtains for more privacy. “Bend over here” he commands, slowly pressing your back down. Your belly hits the mattress, and his finger follow a path from your nape to the end of your spine.

“You have such a soft skin…” he whispers, while tracing circles over your glutes. He goes slow, so slow. It’s like a sweet treatment, almost tinted in love.

Such sweet words, however, have to be appreciated and thanked. “Thank you! Thank you Byakuya-sama! I don’t deserve such words from yourself” you instantly plead, trying to look at him, lifting your head up from the bed.

“Heh…” he scoffs. Byakuya, perhaps, didn’t like you spoke without permission and you feel the first scalding sensation over your ass. A spank, and then another one. It makes you squeak, loudly whining at it’s both painful and pleasant.

His hand, now heavy, pushes your face against the bed. Clearly, you need to shut up while he has fun with you.

“Let’s make this red and hot, shall we” he grunts, going for a third slap. Your toes curl, you clench the to the bedsheets. Your mouth drools on the cover, it’s hard to breathe as he keeps squeezing you against it.

You feel your core pooling wet. You are sure you must be dripping on the floor, you can feel your inner thighs get more and more moist… you just hope he is enjoying, indeed, such spectacle of horniness and arousal.

And oh, hell yes he is.

You can hear him grunt with each hit, the sound of your skin against his palm mixes in the lustful melody of his bodily reactions.

When he is absolutely satisfied, and probably his hand itches as much as your glutes, he pulls back your head taking a fistful of your hair. “You have make such a mess underneath you, your core can’t wait until I use you, right?” he asks, coming closer to your face, with his sharp mandible and the tickling kisses of his black hair on your back.

“I… I please, use me however you want, Byaku- Byakuya-sama” you struggle to answer him, as his fingers are already intruders of your insides.

“Yeah? Are you… sure?” he asks, fingering you faster and harder. Beckoning, hitting the right spot, speaking with his lips pressed against your cheekbone. Even though you are there to be used for his pleasure, it’s him who is making you reach climax. What can you say, this man is still a gentleman, even in bed, even ordering you around.

You can’t help but endlessly repeat how much you are enjoying his fingers inside you. And frankly, Byakuya seems to be in heaven because of it. Probably, the more you praise his skills, the more he will want you.

And indeed, he does. He takes out his fingers off you. You are about climax, he knows that perfectly well; the clenching walls as he tried to stretched them with just his fingers tells him so.

Byakuya lets go of your hair, and as you rest the stiffness of your head and back, you can sense his pants falling down. You swallow, you are dying to get at least a glimpse at his whole nudity; the image you’ve been dreaming of since the moment you step into this place.

“You seem to like being fingered this way, huh” he smirks, using your overflowing fluids to lubricate the tip of his sex and turning you around in a swift motion. He lifts you by your waist, helping you get all your body in bed. His sex hangs so deliciously hard, almost hitting his stomach from how erected it is.

You take a time to enjoy the image that transcends perfection top you. His eyelids fall, allowing his eyes to barely peak. His shoulders get the rained effect of soft, so silky black hair. His collarbones, perfectly framing his chest, with a little gap in which you would drink the pouring elixir of eternal love.

Your hand tries to touch, to even graze his godly anatomy, but he grabs your wrist stopping you. “You wanna touch? Do you believe you have your hands clean to touch my body?” he asks, reminding you where you come from.

You instantly widen your eyes. Denying with your head, pleading for forgiveness. But, Byakuya is only having fun. He is not that much of a bastard, and instead, he takes your hand to his lips. He sucks and licks each one of your fingers, making you gasp, making you indulge in the last drops of air that your body could reach because you are sure you have forgotten how to breathe.

“There, clean… you can touch me now” he smirks, taking your hand to his chest. You can feel the warmth of such sacred flesh upon your fingerprints. You are touching Byakuya-sama, his sex rests in between his and your belly, your legs are spread enough to have him in between them.

And nothing feels more like heaven than this perfect moment, in which your will rejoice from now on and every single night. And then, his hands end the same paradise that they started, he pins your wrists above your head, so passionately. Because Byakuya knows exactly what to do to be perfect, to act like the man every woman would like to be fucked by.

And when he is ready, his sex finds yours by itself. It fits so perfectly snug, sliding with no effort inside you. You whine, and curl your back as he goes deep with no mercy, with all he’s got.

Your hips search for his, your pelvis now collide one with the other. He pants with his lips separated, his chest and his chin is all you can see, but you can feel his whole entirety, his body and spirit, the soul within and what surrounds it, that’s the embodiment of such heart.

And while he gives you endless trusts, and while he makes you cum… he laughs so sexily and lovingly, kissing your lips so ready for his climax…

“You are such a good actress… “servant”, I loved it” “I’m actually scared at your skills. You- You aced the despot noble, you little shit” “Hey, don’t talk to your husband that way or I’ll order you to cle-“ “Shut up, Byakuya… I love you. We need to sleep, tomorrow we have work” “I love you too… But I wanted a second round…”

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writemywaytoyourheart · 2 years

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Bedeviled | Chapter 1: A Deal with the Devil

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, horror, drama, angst

WC: 4.4k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, brief mention of alcohol, manipulation, jk is hot but a pos...that's all I think, enjoy!

"And what will you give me?"

The man on his knees trembles, his hands clasped as he tries to contain his tears long enough to speak.

"Please, please, I- I'll give you anything, just please save-"

"Anything?"

The man nods frantically, bowing his head, "Whatever you wa-"

"How about your soul?"

"M-my soul?"

A simple nod in reply, nothing else.

No negotiations.

The poor man gulps and nods shakily, "Ok."

A smirk spreads on the demon's face as he crosses his arms, the tattoo of a dead rose being strangled by a serpent on his outer bicep stretching as he does, "Looks like we have a deal."

A piece of the roof dangles tauntingly above them, threatening to fall at any second, the rest of the small shack fairing no better.

The fallen angel lounging in the torn black leather recliner chuckles, shrugging, "Not my problem you suck at the one thing you're supposed to be good at."

"Shut the fuck up, JK."

Long dark hair falling into his eyes, the amused demon shakes his head.

He's jerked up though in the next second when the enraged blonde grabs a handful of his shirt and is about to throw a punch.

Before he can, the dark-haired devil grabs his wrist and twists it enough to where it would break, if that was possible, "I would think twice before doing that, Sav," he whispers calmly.

Sav just glares at him before ripping his hand away, "Just fucking wait."

Standing up, JK stretches his arms above his head, groaning loudly as he twists his back until there's a satisfying crack.

"I've got work to do," he drops the glass bottle that's been dangling from his hand for the past hour, no more liquor in it anyway.

He ignores whatever words Sav shouts after him, walking out of the shed as he jerks his head to the side roughly until his neck cracks.

As he's walking, the faint sound of whispering echoes in his mind, the words he knows all too well repeating over and over again. A smirk spreads on his face as he rolls his eyes.

"Hey, doll."

The girl on her knees fumbling with the matches gasps loudly as she turns, the match box slipping from her fingers.

"Who are you?" Her voice shakes as she stands up.

The handsome stranger hops off of the fence he was previously perched on, the seductive smile on his face growing larger the closer he gets to her quivering figure.

"Don't you know? You’re the one that summoned me.."

She gulps, "Are you a...d-demon?"

He walks even closer, taking her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, "I can be whatever you need me to be. What's your name, darling?"

Unable to look away from his piercing gaze, she answers quietly, "Jia."

"Jia," Her name falling from his lips makes her knees weak as she nods, "And what can I do for you, Jia?"

"I- I was wondering if you could make me beautiful..."

The demon chuckles lightly, "Make you beautiful? Aren't you already?"

She shakes her head, "The boy I'm in love with doesn't seem to think so."

He tuts in disappointment, "Well, we can't have that now, can we?"

Jia shakes her head.

"Mm, well why don't we just make him fall for you instead? We won't need to change you at all."

"You can do that?" She breathes in disbelief.

He shakes his head as he chuckles at how naive she is, "I can do whatever I want, sweetheart."

"Wow," Jia looks up at him in awe, her eyes wide.

The same look they all give.

Nothing new.

"What's your name?" She asks suddenly, trying not to stare at the tattoos covering his arms.

Same questions too, how very entertaining.

Humans are all so small-minded.

"What's more important is the name of the boy you want."

"Oh," She wrings her hands, "His name is Wooyoung. Can you really make him fall in love with me?"

He nods, "I can. For a price."

"What do you want in return?"

"How about your soul?"

"My soul?" Jia takes a step back, frightened.

"Oh come on sweetheart, you didn't think you could make a deal with the devil and keep your soul, did you? I don't take any other offerings. It's this or I'm gone, and I won't be coming back." When she doesn’t answer right away, he turns to leave, an evil grin appearing when she calls out.

Just like he knew she would.

"Wait!" She sniffles, "...you promise he'll love me?"

They can never resist.

Smothering the smile and turning back, JK takes a step closer, "Until the day he dies," he whispers.

"Ok, I'll do it," Jia says softly.

He licks his lips and takes a step back, crossing his arms as he observes her carefully, "So, we have a deal?"

________

"Who are you?"

Different soul, same silly old questions.

JK sighs as he walks over to the teen boy sobbing at the foot of his mother's bed.

"I'm the one that's going to give you whatever you ask for."

The boy wipes at his eyes, beyond confused, but he won’t risk not talking to this man if he can help him, "A-anything I ask for?"

"Anything."

"Can you...can you make my mother well again?"

The tall stranger with long dark hair and a trusting smile, nods.

"Yes, I can. If that's really what you want."

"It is," the teen wipes his eyes again as he walks over to the mysterious man, "Please make her better."

"I can only do it if you give me something in return."

"I don't have any money or anything expensive to trade..." He says sadly.

The demon chuckles, "I have no use for such things."

"What do you want?"

A smirk spreads on his face as he looks at the broken human.

They're all so ridiculous, aren't they? Willing to throw anything around to get what they so desperately want.

"I know of something you can give me."

__________________

Money.

Fame.

Power.

Love.

Health.

Courage.

Strength.

Material goods.

Humans will trade their souls for anything, unaware of how their selfish desires will fade away as they do; growing feeble and pathetic, until there's nothing left but the ghost of their youth, cowering in a corner until old age disposes of it.

And what do they leave behind?

Nothing.

Nothing that those weak humans ask for will ever change what lies ahead.

They all die.

And no one will ever remember them.

JK sighs as he walks through the blackened trees, tilting his head side to side to stretch his neck, rubbing it as he groans.

Sav isn't going to be happy when he finds out that some of his humans already made a deal with a devil that isn't him.

He smirks and starts to rub the knot in his shoulder.

The sudden sound of a twig snapping catches his attention. He turns, expecting to see Sav coming up on him, anger in tow.

So it takes him by surprise when he sees no one.

He stares at the closest black tree. A moment passes as he just looks at the thick trunk, unamused.

"I can hear you breathing," he eventually says, arms crossing over his chest.

There's another snap of a twig and he rolls his eyes.

Finally, the stalker steps out from behind the burnt bark.

JK's eyes widen in shock when he sees the wide-eyed girl looking in his direction.

How in the fucking hell did a human get here?

"Sorry, I uh- I didn't mean to startle you." She can't even see him, nothing but a dark silhouette standing among the trees.

He just continues to stare at her, noticing the way she blinks to try and focus and see him in the dark, "Who said you startled me?"

She frowns at the deep voice, thinking for a moment, then she shrugs, "I guess I just assumed I did."

JK takes a step towards her, "And what, pray tell, is a human doing this close to the entrance of the Underworld?"

When he moves closer, a sliver of red light that's coming through the trees illuminates his previously dark figure.

The second he steps into the blood red light, she freezes, eyes wide as she comes face to face with a demon. His dark hair is on the longer side and frames his face, his obsidian eyes appearing to glint slightly. A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest as he takes in her state; clearly frozen in terror, eyes the size of saucers.

Silly, stupid little human.

"What's the matter, doll? Devil got your tongue?"

You can't bring yourself to answer, it feels like a rock was lodged into your throat as you stare at him.

"I-"

He chuckles again, arms crossing over his chest.

The action draws your eyes to his bulging biceps.

You can't help but notice his tattoos, both his arms are covered in them; skulls, thorns, flames, barbed wire and plenty more unpleasant things you force yourself to look away from.

But one in particular catches your eye.

On his right outer bicep, there's a red rose, but it's dead and being strangled by a serpent that has something dripping from its fangs.

All of the tattoos are in black and gray, apart from the rose. The purpley red color makes the tattoo pop considerably against the others.

You gulp and drag your eyes back to the demon's face to see it smirking.

"What's your name, little human?"

You suddenly snap out of it and take a step back.

You're not an idiot, only an idiot that wants their soul taken will give a demon their name. Not happening.

When you don't answer, his eyes narrow and he takes a step closer, "I asked you a question."

Forcing your feet to stay planted, you jut your chin out in an act of defiance, but it only makes him chuckle again.

As if you could resist him.

You could never resist him.

Humans, the weakest link of them all.

JK licks his teeth as he looks you up and down.

He's amused to see you in a simple long white dress that goes to your ankles, and a floppy oversized brown cardigan. Black flats cover your feet, bits of mud smeared on them.

Not exactly the attire one would typically wear for a trip to the Underworld.

So, you're not very bright and you look pretty innocent.

Excellent.

"You stop right there," You hold your hand up when he takes a step closer.

He only stops for a second out of pure shock at your bold words, then he walks closer and closer until you're backed into the burnt tree.

"Ouch!" You lurch forward when the bark sears the palms of your hands that made contact with it. Thankfully you pulled your hands away before the tree did too much damage, only leaving two small red marks.

"You can certainly talk," he muses, eyes dragging up and down your body.

You cross your arms over yourself, feeling exposed even though you're practically covered head to toe.

"Let's try it again, shall we?" He leans closer, "What's your name?"

You just stare back at him, not allowing yourself to give in to the urge to drop your gaze.

"I'm not entitled to give you that information-"

He scoffs, "Looks like the little human did her research. Then you'll know I could still torture it out of you," The look in his eyes tells you he would gladly do so.

"I'm not clueless," You say praying your voice doesn't tremble, "I know what I'm doing. And I know you wouldn't dare touch me."

"Is that so? Enlighten me."

"You're a demon," You say.

"No fucking kidding-"

"And that means you can't resist a deal."

JK looks you over once more, becoming intrigued.

"Go on."

"Technically you can hurt me if you want, since I willingly came to the entrance of the Underworld, that rids me of protection."

His brow quirks as he listens to you ramble.

You most certainly did your homework.

"But the one thing you can't do, is take my soul."

He sucks his teeth, wanting you to just get to the point already.

"You can't take my soul without my permission, and I won't give it to you, unless you help me."

Ah, there it is.

"Alright, what do you want?" His hip tilts as he looks at you, bored.

"I want to be immortal."

He sighs, of course that's what you want.

All humans are the same.

"Easy."

You shake your head, "I don't want you to snap your fingers and tell me I'm immortal-"

"Well what the fucking hell do you want then? Stop wasting my time-"

"I want you to take me to the Flame of Immortality."

That shuts him up.

The demon just stares at you in silence for a full two minutes, until you're squirming with anxiety.

"The Flame of Immortality?" He finally speaks, glare piercing your very soul.

He's unsure how you uncovered the existence of the Flame, which raises his suspicions even more.

You nod, using all your strength not to bolt. You hadn't expected to come face to face with one of them so quickly, especially since you didn't technically cross into the Underworld yet. Yes, you made sure you knew everything you needed to before coming here, but it's still a shock to be faced with this demon in the flesh.

No amount of time and studying could have prepared you for it.

JK takes another moment to look you over.

Definitely innocent.

More innocent than he's seen in a while, which is a shocker. Not many humans are able to keep their soul so untainted no matter the efforts they go through. Especially these days.

You're all just stupid humans after all, far from perfection.

"How did you know it exists?"

You gulp, "Desperation will lead you to many secrets."

"Ah, and where does this desperation come from? Why would you want to live on earth with the pathetic human race for all of eternity? Want to continue to watch them fuck everything up on their own?"

You don't answer, just keep your mouth zipped shut.

After a while, JK sighs, "If I take you to the Flame, what are you going to give me in return?"

This time it's your turn to scoff, "If I did enough research to know the Flame exists, why wouldn't I know that the only thing you'll accept is my soul?"

He grins and you curse yourself for feeling a slight stutter in your heart.

What in the Heavens is wrong with you?!

He's a demon! A wretch!

You just hadn't expected him to look like…this.

You knew that demons would initially be attractive, yes, they have to be. If they weren't, humans wouldn't fall prey to their sinful actions.

Sin is attractive, until you see its true form.

That thought snaps you back so fast you almost get whiplash, taking a step back from him before he can try any funny business.

"So, we have a deal? The Flame of immortality for your precious little soul."

You shake your head, "I'll eventually give you my word that you can have my soul but not until your side is fulfilled. I'm not a fool, blindly trusting a demon is not the plan. You may not have my soul or my name. Not until I get what I want."

His eyes narrow at your stoic expression, determined to keep that pure soul of yours until you get what you came for.

Maybe you aren't so stupid after all.

Makes sense, carrying around a soul like yours, you can't just trust anyone.

That's exactly why he needs it.

"Fine, I'll take you there. Any human's word is no better than that of a thief's, but I suppose neither is a demon's. You'll get your Flame, but I assure you that if you try and leave before giving me your soul, you'll regret it. You might think that you outsmarted me and believe living forever will help you, seeing as you won't die and be dragged to the Underworld to live with me," His sinister grin spreads, "But that isn't the case, human."

You swallow thickly, "How does it work, then?"

He shrugs, clearly not willing to spill his little secret, "That's for me to know and for you to find out. Besides, since you did all that digging around and you're oh so knowledgeable, then you know you've already crossed the mortal world's line, and you can't get out of here without my help. So, what choice do you really have?"

"Do you promise to get me there and back?"

A brow arches before he laughs loudly, "Demons don't make promises, sweetheart, only deals."

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you think through everything one more time.

Looking up at the dark red sky through the trees, you take a deep breath. You're not leaving this place until you get what you've been searching for, what you can only get here.

JK watches as you pinch your eyes shut and mumble something to yourself, then you stick your hand out, eyes still closed.

He chuckles darkly and takes your hand, giving it a firm shake.

He's not going to let this one get away from him.

"Deal."

When he lets go of your hand, you can finally breathe again, but your stomach turns horribly.

You're not getting out of this wretched place, not without his help.

Not sure if God can hear you from here, but you hope he forgives you for making a deal with the devil.

JK's smirk only grows as he lets go of your hand.

After a moment, you shift on your feet.

"So...which way do we go to get to the entrance?"

This seems so ridiculous, as though you're walking the streets of New York City and asking a stranger where the nearest restaurant is.

The demon standing in front of you turns and starts walking, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "The Flame is at the center of the Underworld."

"The center? How far is that?" You hurry to catch up with him, struggling because of his long stride.

He scoffs, "Thought you did your research."

You gulp, already losing your breath because of how quick he's walking and the thick smokey air here.

"I did, but there isn't exactly a map of the Underworld in history books," You snap back.

JK stops and turns, almost making you slam into him when he gets up in your personal space, forcing you to take a step back.

"Yeah, neither is anything about the Flame of Immortality, smartass."

Your nose scrunches in displeasure at his offensive words.

"So, how did you find out about it?"

You move around him and start walking, "Telling you everything about me wasn't part of the deal."

He takes a deep breath before turning to look at you walking, hands clenched in fists at your sides.

He needs to stay calm.

The last thing that can happen is you running off on your own and being discovered by another demon. They'd snatch you up quick and he'd never get another chance to get your soul.

Focus.

She's stupid just like the rest of them, she'll slip up eventually, they all do.

Just need to wait it out.

"Wrong way, mortal," He calls out, satisfaction seeping in when you stop awkwardly and look around, trying to see in the dark forest.

You hear his footfalls coming closer behind you and can't help the chills that go down your spine. Mission or no mission, deal or no deal, he's still a demon. You won't be safe until you're out of this place.

As he walks past, his shoulder bumps into you, knocking you roughly.

You purse your lips and say nothing, repeating to yourself the reason why you're here and why you can't mess this up.

You can do this, ____.

Freezing for a second, you eye his back suspiciously. You only continue walking when he doesn't react.

I knew they couldn't read minds, that was just a myth.

If they could, you'd be doomed.

You grab your skirt and hike it up to about mid-shin so you can hurry after him without it tripping you. The uneven, rocky ground is doing a good enough job of that already.

"Hurry up."

You purse your lips and breathe out through your nose slowly, tripping on another rock as you try to catch up.

"Hurry up," You mock quietly, focused on your footing.

"I heard that."

Looking up again, you see him even further ahead than before.

"How did he hear that?" You mutter, shaking your head.

JK glances back just in time to see you trip on a log and faceplant right into the forest floor.

"Ow," You groan, trying to push yourself up, spitting the dirt out of your mouth, "Ew, why is it so salty??"

"Might not wanna get any more of that in your mouth."

Your eyes widen and you start spitting and dusting off your mouth as best as you can, panic setting in, "Why? Why, what's wrong with it?!"

The demon just stands there and watches you start frantically trying to get the dirt off of you.

"Why do you keep asking stupid questions?"

You glare at him before standing up, "There's no such thing as stupid questions."

"Wow, so wise. Only an idiot would say that."

You huff and look down at your dress, knocking off the rest of the dirt until there's only a few smears left that aren't very prominent.

Your cardigan seems to have escaped unscathed. Pulling it around you more, you walk over to him just in time as he starts walking again.

It feels like you've been walking for hours and you're starting to sweat.

It's getting so hot.

"How long is this forest? When will we get to the gate?"

He doesn't answer you, just keeps walking.

"Why-" You pick up your skirt again and run until you come up to his side and try to keep his pace, "Why is it so hot?"

"Maybe because you're wearing a sweater on your little journey to the Underworld," he says sarcastically, earning another huff from you.

"Is it always so hot this far from the entrance?" You ask as if he didn't just treat you like an idiot moments before.

JK rolls his eyes, "Are you always this stupid?"

"Are you always this nasty?" You snap back, then you realize what you said and your cheeks redden.

Of course he's always this nasty, he's a demon.

Don't be foolish, ____. You've already got enough cut out for yourself.

When he doesn't respond and continues to stare ahead like he's bored and doesn't even care that you're speaking, you decide not to continue the conversation.

More time passes as the two of you walk quickly and silently, then you finally stop and hold up a hand, breathing deeply, "Hold on now, wait a second."

He stops, letting out a loud sigh, surely trying to make sure you know how irritating you are.

You're well aware.

"What is it now?" He snaps.

"I need to catch my breath."

He sighs again.

Fucking humans, so damn weak.

"Hoooo," You're bent over with your hands on your knees, taking in shaky breaths. You hadn't planned on speed walking through the forest. You hadn't planned on meeting a demon so quickly either though, so clearly the whole plan is messed up already.

You look up to see the demon standing there, hip cocked, and arms crossed.

"I wouldn't take so long if I were you."

"What? Why?" You try to hide the panting in your voice.

"Didn't you read about the forest?" He asks in mock surprise.

Then it hits you.

Oh.

Wait.

You stand up straight and look around, focusing on the sounds around you.

Or lack thereof.

No birds or squirrels can be heard or seen, which is to be expected. The silence of the forest is almost deafening.

Why would animals want to be anywhere near the entrance to the Underworld?

Unless they’re...

A howl pierces the air and your throat clenches up painfully, your wide eyes looking over to your delighted escort.

"Guess the hellhounds already caught your scent, little human."

You hurry over to his side, "They w-won't hurt me if they know I'm with you, right?"

When he doesn't answer, you step behind him, "Right?"

"They'll do whatever they want," he says calmly before turning and continuing his leisurely stroll.

"We need to hurry up then," You say as you catch up to him, "If they get me first, you won't get your end of the deal either."

"I'm aware."

"So you'll make sure they don't hurt me?"

"Not a bodyguard, simply a guide," he mumbles, eyes trained forward and a smirk playing on his lips.

The hellhounds aren't what you need to be worried about, ignorant human.

You gulp and glance behind you at the sound of another howl, the sound making your skin erupt in goosebumps.

"How close are we?" You ask, trying to mask the anxiety in your voice.

It's starting to really get hot, sickeningly so.

Gulping and pulling your sweater around you more, you glance up at him.

"We're almost there."

You thought you'd be relieved to hear those words, but instead, your stomach turns.

A few minutes later, you see an opening in the trees, a massive stone archway just outside of the dense forest.

"Why aren't the hounds inside? Why are they out here?"

He ignores your question, which you've already grown used to.

Another few minutes pass, the stone structure getting larger the closer you get to it.

"Here it is," JK says, stopping a few feet away and turning to look at you.

The look of terror on your face makes him chuckle as he looks back at the stone archway.

"Having second thoughts, sweetheart?"

His honey voice melts your fears away as you turn to look at him. A false sense of security envelops you as you look at his kind smile; mentally pulling you in.

With a sudden jolt, you snap out of the trance he put you in, taking a step away from him and crossing your arms over yourself as he grins at how easy it is to deceive you.

"No," You say firmly, "I'm not. I'm just hot and tired is all."

Looking back at the cracked stone, your eyes drag up to the top of the arch to see words in jagged ancient writing, carved into the rock.

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate

"Gather your strength little human," The demon whispers seductively in your ear, his cold breath sending chills through you, "You're gonna need it."

a/n: I hope you guys like this new fic! hold on to ya butts, this is going to be a wild ride.

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coffeeandbatboys · 1 month

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Hey! I already sent one in and the Rex cuddles one was so good!! But if you are looking for more I could ask another. According to @moonlightwarriorqueen if I’m not matched with Hardcase it would be Jesse. So maybe Jesse 😜 and 10?

YESSS! Finally! our resident thicc boy 😂 Moonlight knows her stuff too. She’s amazing!

Thank you to @the-bad-batch-baroness @vodika-vibes and ofc @moonlightwarriorqueen for helping describe Juicy Jesse 💀

Prompt: sending little selfies or pictures throughout the day when they’re apart

Warnings: Jesse being charming, lots of suggestive comments, reader is referred to as female, and is dress shopping. Kira is just a random name. She’s reader’s friend tho? Kix cameo because where there’s a Jesse there’s a Kix.

Insatiable (Jesse x Reader)

The holopic flickered up on your comm, brandishing Jesse’s infectious smile and Kix’s tired glare. You smiled.

“What’s my girl up to?”

Your insides fluttered, reminding you that the owner of said smile belonged to you.

“Dress shopping for Kira’s wedding”

You sent a picture of yourself in one of the options you'd picked out. The light blue satin fell around you quite perfectly, hugging your waist and billowing around your ankles. The back went way down in a v-shaped dive, which you knew would drive Jesse absolutely mad.

“Oh cyare, you look absolutely amazing, but if you went to the wedding wearing that I don’t think I’d last three minutes through the reception.”

You smiled, giggling in the dressing room.

“Too bad, Jess. I told her we'd be there and you’re my plus one. I guess you’ll just have to suffer.”

You could practically hear his groan halfway across Coruscant.

“Oh come on Mesh’la.”

You smirked, having far too much fun with this.

“Or, perhaps I could find something else? I think I saw one with wayyy too much fabric on the sleeves.”

“Stars, no.”

You giggled again.

"Wish you were here with me."

"Me too. I'll see you at home, ok?"

Something akin to pride swelled within you at the simple thought of him calling your place home.

"Yeah. Love you."

"Love you more, Mesh'la. Be safe."

He was sitting on the couch by the time you returned with a box of takeout and the garment bag slung over your shoulder.

Oh, maker.

Jesse had a way of sitting with his legs wide apart, and when he was in his armor it only highlighted how thick and toned his thighs were. The sight would often make you a little weak in the knees.

"Hi," you cooed with a shaky voice, setting all of your baggage down to the side, favoring his open arms. You pressed your lips to his in a thankful greeting. He sighed happily and settled his hands on your hips.

"Did you have a nice day, cyar'ika?" he murmured as you pulled away.

You nodded, bending down to pick up the dress and the box of takeout. You stole another glance—that was really a stare—at him in all of his glory, but mentally slapped yourself when he smirked and asked,

“See anything that tickles your fancy, Mesh’la?”

“Oh, it tickles more than just my fancy.” You blurted before you could catch yourself.

He smirked again, this time giving a deep chuckle.

“But I’m hungry.” You added, holding up the steaming box of food.

He cocked an eyebrow and looked like he was trying not to burst out laughing.

“For actual food, Jesse. I don’t wanna have to warm it up if it gets cold. Not as good.” You corrected him, finishing your scolding with a kiss.

He relented and joined you in the kitchen as you split the takeout between two plates.

However, you’d definitely be going for *seconds* later.

#arc trooper jesse x reader #clone trooper jesse x reader #jesse x reader #jesse tcw #tcw Jesse #arc trooper Jesse x fem! reader #clone trooper jesse #arc trooper Jesse #coffee’s 270 follower celebration

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 4 months

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CW: Mentions of eating disorders

"Why were you dancing with Mary?" Sirius asked. Remus liked the idea of a jealous Sirius. He had seen his eyes on him while Mary put her arms around his neck.

"Why were you dancing with Alecto?" Remus replied with a cheesy smile.

Sirius smiled, as he played with Remus's sweater "We are friends now"

"That girl is obsessed with you" Remus was also jealous. The difference was that he was gay and he wasn't interested in Mary. Sirius had been with Alecto before. And he seemed to fancy girls still.

Sirius laughed "Are you jealous, Moony?"

Remus blushed "You asked first"

Sirius leaned in leaving Remus speechless. "I was a bit jealous of Mary. She was all over you"

"I am gay, remember?" Remus giggled "Plus Mary is planning to find me a boyfriend"

Sirius’s smile disappeared from his face "Oh..." he nodded "Do you want a boyfriend?"

Remus wanted to tell Sirius, Mary and everyone that the only one he wanted was him. But he also didn't want to ruin whatever this was with stupid confessions of love. He didn't know if Sirius felt the same.

"Right now, I want to kiss you. Isn't that why we came over here?"

Sirius looked up with his cheeks adorably pink. "Why would you need a boyfriend when you can have me?" he asked with his teasing voice.

Then Sirius interrupted Remus's laughter with a kiss. He seemed hungry and eager for Remus's lips. Remus didn't complain, it felt amazing each time their lips touched. Remus felt goosebumps all over his body. The minute he opened his mouth for Sirius’s tongue he felt a shot of pleasure that made his knees weak. None of the boys wanted to stop. So they kissed and kissed and kissed. Remus tasted alcohol and cigarettes in Sirius’s tongue but also Peter's Birthday cake.

Remus really hoped everyone would be busy at the party and didn't notice how much time they were taking "smoking cigarettes". Remus liked where this was going. He liked how Sirius was running his fingers through his hair. He liked how he was sneaking his hand inside his sweater. If this continued, he was going to give in and lose control of what happened next. But they were interrupted as Peter bursted the door opened. Remus and Sirius unglued their lips from each other to look at him. Oh shit! Peter didn't look ok. He looked pale and disgusted. He was going to tell James and everything will be ruined between The Marauders.

Sirius’s eyes were widened and he was pale as well. Everyone might have known Remus was gay but they thought Sirius was the straight golden boy. "Amm..."

"We can explain"

Peter didn't answer. They saw his eyes rolling back as he collapsed to the floor.

"Peter!" Remus yelled as he ran to aid his friend. Sirius was too shocked to move.

"Sirius! Sirius!" Remus yelled "Help me get him to his bed"

"What happened?"

"He fainted"

"Ok"

Remus and Sirius dragged Peter to his bed with difficulty. Remus was so worried. He had been worried about Peter lately. He had been observing how he got sad when nobody noticed. He hadn't been eating properly. He looked skinnier and paler as days passed. But Remus's observations were rushed away by other things. Especially this thing with Sirius. Remus felt guilty now. He didn't know how serious this was.

"Oh my God, Remus. We killed him" Sirius was panicking, and that wasn't helping. Remus removed Peter's shoes and put a blanket on him.

"Shut up, we didn't kill him, Sirius"

Then Remus patted Peter's cheek trying to wake him up. "Come on, Peter... Wormy... Wormtail!"

"He saw us kissing and he was too shocked that he fainted" Sirius said as he bit his nails.

Remus smiled. He was sure that wasn't the case "Shut up, will you? Go and fetch me some cotton with alcohol"

"Yes" Sirius nodded and ran to the bathroom. Remus leaned to touch Peter's forehead. He didn't have a fever. He was breathing normally. But it still worried Remus how pale he looked. He even had bags under his eyes.

"Here..." Sirius came back with the piece of cotton and gave it to Remus. The latter put it under Peter's nose.

"What's that for?" Sirius asked quietly.

"Shh..."

Peter blinked his eyes open making his friends sigh in relief.

"Bloody hell..." Peter sat up slowly "What happened?"

"Nothing..." Sirius cleared his throat while he blushed "You fainted out of nowhere"

"Yeah..." Remus agreed "It was odd. Nothing was going on here..."

"Nothing at all"

Peter frowned looking between his friends with those potent blue eyes of his. "You two were kissing"

Remus and Sirius looked between each other in panic. Then they began laughing to fake it.

"Snogging... Eating each other's faces more like"

Remus and Sirius blushed.

"What?"

"Us kissing?"

"Pfft... That's ridiculous"

"I think you were hallucinating, Wormy"

"Exactly... Do you feel fine?"

Peter blinked considering if his friends were telling the truth and Remus felt guilty. It was his birthday after all.

"I am not an idiot, guys. I know what I saw" Peter answered "Plus I knew about you two way before"

"What?" Sirius practically yelled. Remus tried not to think how embarrassed he sounded.

Peter smiled slightly "I mean it is pretty obvious how you eat each other with your eyes, and you are more touchy touchy than ever, or you disappear somewhere to 'smoke' or because 'Sirius forgot his book again'" Peter snorted "James might be thick but I noticed"

Remus crossed eyes with Sirius. They thought they had been very subtle, very good at hiding and that no one didn't even suspect anything about them. But they underestimated Peter sometimes. He was too clever.

"Ok, you are right" Sirius said which surprised Remus. He thought he would deny it all. "Don't tell Prongs though"

"Sirius is still figuring things out" Remus added.

"We both are" Sirius corrected.

"Yeah"

Peter nodded understandingly. He didn't seem disgusted or surprised. He wasn’t a homophobic wanker after all. Remus wondered if it would be as easy with James or the rest of their friends.

"If you knew, why did you faint then, Wormy?" Sirius asked.

Remus's eyes settled on Peter with worry spotting his eye bags and his tired eyes and his pale and dry lips.

Peter seemed embarrassed but tried to hide it with a laugh "Oh..." he snorted "I must've drunk a bit too much. Everyone wants to give alcohol to the birthday boy"

Peter had been paler from before. It wasn't the alcohol, he didn't look drunk.

"Have you eaten?" Remus asked.

"Yeah"

"I didn't see you eat cake"

"That's... That's because I am full from lunch"

"You didn't eat much at lunch"

"Jesus, Remus!" Peter snapped "What are you my mother?"

"Moony, let him be. He is fine. Wormy is fine now, right?"

Peter nodded. But Remus wasn't so convinced. He noticed stuff his friends didn't notice. He thought Peter had been down because of girls. His breakup with his ex Susan had been hard. And now that The Marauders were trying to help Peter with Mary because he had a crush, he was constantly saying he was not good enough for her. But this was beyond girls. Remus hadn't seen Peter eat a proper meal in a long time. He was never hungry or always making excuses.

"No" Remus shook his head "I've been noticing, Peter, that you are eating less and less..." he said "You don't seem okay"

Peter looked down embarrassed but he didn't say anything. He did not deny it.

"What are you talking about, Remus?" Sirius sounded worried as well.

Remus locked eyes with Peter. He was begging Remus not to say anything.

"Wormy..." he retrieved something from his pocket. A bar of chocolate "Why don't you eat this? Maybe you need sugar on your system"

"No" Peter stared at the chocolate as if it was a bomb "I am not hungry"

Remus clenched his teeth "I don't care if you are hungry or not. You need to eat this"

"You cannot make me, Remus. I don't want to!"

"Why not? It's chocolate!"

"I said I am full!"

"You haven't eaten anything since breakfast!"

"How do you know what I've eaten or not?"

"Come on Wormyboo" Sirius interrupted their quarrel "Just eat a bit so Remus and I don't worry"

"I said no! What is wrong with you?!"

Sirius and Remus looked at each other with worry. They weren't good with these things. James was. They needed him.

"I am gonna call Prongs.." Sirius said as he started walking to the door.

"Don't you dare, Black!" Peter yelled "I am absolutely fine" he sounded like a maniac and his eyes were getting watery.

"You're are worrying us, Peter" Remus said.

"I am calling Prongs right now" Sirius snapped but when he was about to get to the door, Peter spoke

"If you tell James about this, I am going to tell him about you two"

That made Sirius stop on his tracks. Remus was surprised as well.

Sirius turned furiously. "You're an asshole*

"Come on, Peter..." Remus tried.

"You don't want him finding out, right?" Peter interrupted.

"This is different, we just want to help" Remus snapped "What's wrong, Peter? You can tell us, we are your friends"

Peter's eyes filled with tears. "Nothing..."

"I've been noticing you have issues with food. You've been skipping meals and when you eat, you actually have very little" Remus tried to speak calmly, with care, swallowing his own tears and concern. He wasn’t sure about his suspicions until now seeing how vehemently Peter refused to eat a piece of chocolate. "Do you have an eating disorder, Peter?"

That question made Peter began crying and Remus regretted making it at all. Peter covered his face and Remus scooped closer to wrap his arms around him. Sirius’s expression had softened as well, he walked to the bed, sitting next to Peter carefully and rubbed his back.

"I don't want to be sick!!" Peter cried "I don't! I want to be fine!! I am sorry... I am so sorry...".

Sirius and Remus crossed eyes, both of them feeling very guilty. They were supposed to be Peter's best friends. They should have realized that their friend was not okay, instead of snogging around. They loved Peter. Remus did. He had learned to care for the blond boy. He had enjoyed seeing him happy and included this term when they planned to pair him up with Mary. But maybe that was not enough.

"It's okay, Wormtail" Remus pulled him in and kissed his head "You don't have nothing to be sorry for"

"We love you, Peter." Sirius added, his voice breaking "We just want to help"

Remus knew Sirius felt guilty as well. He had been walking around thinking his life was the worst and the problems with his family were the worst. He had played the victim. But he wasn't the only one with issues.

:Remus gave Sirius a tiny smile, mainly to comfort him. They were going to find a solution. They just needed to figure out what to do and for that they needed...

The door opened this time revealing their solution. It was true that the three of them were lost without him. He was their leader. He was their light. He was their guide.

"I've come to see where my gorgeous mates had gotten to..."

James's wide smile disappeared when he saw a crying Peter between two very concerned Remus and Sirius.

"What's going on?" James sounded kind of panicked as he approached to Peter's bed.

Remus turned to look at Sirius. He was willing to tell James everything. But he needed to know if Sirius wanted to. Because if Peter said anything about their snogging sessions because they told James his secret, Remus wanted to make sure. There was fear and guilt on Sirius’s gray eyes. But he nodded once, letting Remus continue.

"And?" James asked desperately "What happened? Why are you crying, Wormy? Someone say something!"

Remus knew this was the right choice. "Peter needs to tell you something, Prongs"

Remus smiled at his friend encouraging to speak. The blond boy had tears in his eyes again. He didn't seem angry anymore. He was just scared. But he began explaining. He didn't say anything about Remus and Sirius. Though it wasn't important because The Marauders focused their attention on their friend.

There were many hugs, many tears and many promises to help Peter find professional help. At the end, the four boys were too tired to move and they settled to sleep on Peter's bed.

"This bed is tiny... Are you sure you don't want to go to your own beds?" Peter asked in the dark. His three friends murmured a negative response.

"I am so uncomfortable" Peter added. That didn't seem to make them move. They just scooped closer and wrap arms and legs around him. Peter groaned in response.

"We love you, Wormy" James said for the three of them.

"I love you too guys" Peter responded. Remus smiled in the dark. He truly had the best friends in the world.

#marauders #maraudersera #muggleau #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #peter pettigrew #james potter #how Peter found out

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Light My Fire (Again) | beau arlen

Summary: “I thought I’d swore off love, Jenny.” I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. “God, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just… I couldn’t help it.” I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. “It’s improper, but it’s true.”

SERIES MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

(divider credits go to @cafekitsune)

A/N - Inspired by Take Me Home by @zepskies

six - kind regards, your broken heart

PREVIOUSLY ON LMF:

I woke up groggily in Beau’s cabin for the third time this week, rubbing my forehead as I grunted softly, propping myself up on the pillows. Beau now no longer trusted the safety of my own house, which had now become a crime scene, therefore prompting him to insist that I stay at his trailer while Dean took care of Olivia. I had taken a beating that day, and my limbs felt like Jello.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” Beau stepped in with an affectionate smile, sitting down beside my legs, his hand on my knee while his thumb stroked it. “You doin’ better?”

“Physically, yes.” I nodded, sighing dejectedly as I took in the angry red marks on my forearms. He tried to meet my eyes with what looked like concern add even pity flashing behind his.

“And… emotionally?”

“I…” I bit my lip, frowning as I looked down at my hands. The hands of the law, or so I claim. “I just feel useless, Sheriff.”

“Useless?” He looked incredulous, his hand tightening on my knee. “T-The hell you calling useless, Belle?”

“Me.” I sighed, licking my lips nervously. “I have been so… weak lately. I’ve taken but after hit and… I have a niece to protect. If I can’t protect myself, how can I protect her from others? I feel like I’ve failed her, Sheriff. I’ve failed my baby.” My voice cracked at the end, the pain tearing at my heart.

“Your first instinct was to protect Liv.” He assured. “You didn’t think of anyone else before her. You got her to safety first, and I’d label that a damn good aunt, Belle. She’s safe and sound. No longer in danger, and she’s with her dad. She’s ok.”

I nodded. “I guess I can rest now.”

NOW:

Along with being a master at getting myself into life-threatening situations, I was also trained in boxing. Now that I’d fully recovered from the gunshot wound and partially from the attack a week ago, I was taking Olivia through another self-defence class. She’s a natural, if I do say so myself.

“Control the space, c’mon.” I encouraged, tapping her arm to keep her guard up. She began to assert more, making me chuckle breathlessly and nod. “That’s it, attagirl. Now, combo.” I held up my focus mittens, which she hit clean and sharp with a jab, cross punch, a vicious hook before twisting into a spinning hook kick. “Good job, tiger. Keep at it, don’t lose that momentum.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beau watching from the grill with a faint smile on his face, making me laughed and shake my head as I continued to work Olivia through the exercise. “Don’t tire on me now.” I encouraged, tapping her arms again to get her guard up. “Bob and weave.” I hook punched, forcing her to bend her knees and duck under my arm, my glove twisting so she could sharply hook punch it. “Good, good! C’mon, just a little more, then we can have a rest. Roundhouse.” I held up the pad, which she kicked perfectly with a satisfying, resounding smack. The action made Beau’s eyebrows raise slightly, impressed, as he watched Olivia and I, my attention solely on Liv.

His eyes trailed from my tied back wavy hair, my forearm brushing back sweaty, loose strands of my hair. Then they lingered on my determined blue eyes, which flashed almost icy white in the glow of the morning. Then came the dewy curvature of my button nose, a bead of sweat trickling down the freckled skin that was promptly wiped. Then came my pretty pink lips, my tongue darting out every now and then to wet them every now and then. A small huff of breath escaped his mouth as his emerald eyes traced the lines of my neck, lingering on a small, prominent freckle on the smooth, unmarked skin. Then came, like a punch to the gut, my slightly defined shoulders and arms, visible because of my tank top. To make things worse (or better), a hint of my bra strap was visible underneath as it shifted and moved along with my agile body. So his eyes wandered lower-

“You ok, there, Dad?” Emily’s taunting, lilting voice cut through the haze abruptly, pulling him out of his, most likely, lack-of-romantic-connection induced reverie. Yeah, that’s it.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m doin’ fine.” Beau nodded, swallowing. “Just… fine.” He gave me a once over, clearing his throat.

Damn it, Sheriff. That’s your deputy, get it together.

I jogged over with a grin, grabbing my water bottle and taking a long sip from it, the cool water refreshing my lungs. “God, I needed that.” I groaned in satisfaction, rubbing my neck. I then exhaled happily, glancing between the two as I sensed something up. “Did I miss anything?”

“No.” Emily shook her head with an innocent smile. “Not at all.” I flicked my eyes between the two with a twinkle in them, a slight smile playing at my lips.

“A’ight.” I nodded, conceding with a chuckle, running a hand through my hair before rubbing the nape of my neck. I could try and crack the secret code between this father-daughter duo, or I could focus on more pressing matters that I didn’t want Liv to worry about. Such as Cal’s murder, which was confirmed when a body was found dragged into a lake, prints washed off. We still had del Marco in custody, but that told me that it wasn’t enough. We needed the phone. Lucy’s phone, which somebody took. I didn’t know who. “I’m gonna start working the case from the safety of the trailer.”

“Are you sure that’s the best idea, darlin’?” Beau broached, corners of his eyes crinkling in concern. “You ain’t exactly in good shape to go after these God awful men.”

“At least I can go after them from a more desk-heavy standpoint.” I shrugged, grimacing as I thought of the night the guys attacked. “I’m just pissed. They could’ve gotten Olivia.” The thought of them laying their hands on Olivia made my blood boil. The things I’d do to them if they ever did come back for a second round, they’d make the Devil blush. And Lucifer probably doesn’t take these things with a heavy heart.

“We can’t go chargin’ like bulls that see red, Belle.” He chastised, folding his arms with a small huff. “You’ve been getting hurt nonstop, and I can’t see that again- I ain’t allowing it. Not anytime soon. As your friend and your sheriff? I suggest you stand down.”

“And I’m not inclined to slack off.” I frowned, copying his expression. “As long as those thugs are out there, my baby girl is in danger. And as long as she isn’t safe, I’m not happy. So I won’t rest until that group is taken down.”

Beau gave me a long and hard look, his tongue wetting his lips before he bit them in frustration, a look which I wasn’t a stranger to, but it seemed oddly more… magnetic… than usual. If that’s a way to describe it. “You’re not gonna listen, huh?”

“No, sir.”

He let out a huff of breath, looking to the sky as he contemplated what to do. Then he nodded, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Alright. But… if there’s any chance that we need a tactical squad, which is pretty high, you stay at the back.”

I gave him a grin, knowing I’d won. It didn’t take long, since nobody was bothered to deal with my stubbornness. “Thanks, Sheriff.”

He just grumbled and looked away.

I was dropping off Tom to Harry’s house after picking up Liv from their date. I had mixed feelings about Tom, which didn’t feel rather fair, and as an officer of the law, fair judgement is mandatory. On one hand, Olivia seemed happy with him. Really happy. He was sweet (by what I’d heard from Olivia’s lovesick rambling), cared for her and was an all-around gentleman, even though Olivia was older by a few months. I could respect that much. But… he was Harry’s son. Adopted son, so thankfully the bad genes didn’t pass on, but still.

I could still remember the features of his, the ones I admired on a daily basis. The twinkling, charming green blue eyes, the winning smile, fluffy brown blonde hair, the deep, warm laugh that never failed to be contagious- the hell am I mixing Harry up with? Harry’s laugh sounded like the laugh of that grandpa from New York that Olivia showed me once on YouTube but ten times worse. And I can’t believe I found his Missouri accent even one attractive when it doesn’t compare to a Texas accent on a deep voice- where the hell is Texas coming from?!

I walked Tom up the steps to Harry’s house, which was quite literally the picture of picket fence perfection. Only thing missing from the meticulously mowed lawn, carved, painted white, wooden fence and the peach house paired with a red roof was a line of flowery bushes- oh wait, they have that too.

I could’ve had this. But I blew it, with me, myself and my workaholic disposition.

I swallowed, leading the sandy-haired teenager up the steps and knocking on the door to Harry’s house, the man himself opening the door and flashing the smile that always picked my spirits up, but I only got a weird feeling since my stomach sank at the same time this time around. “Harry.”

“Issy.” He moved aside so Tom could walk in, giving him a brief hug before turning back to me. His eyes looked me over, a look in his eye that I couldn’t place. “You look…”

“Horrible, I know.” I chuckled, looking away uncomfortably, a small, polite grin on my face as I tried my hardest not to burst and start yelling about how he ruined me. I half expected him to agree, but then I felt a pressure on my shoulder and found him smiling affectionately as the hand dropped to squeeze my bicep almost imperceptibly. The hell?

“I think you look beautiful.” Harry whispered, making my breath catch in my throat and bile almost shoot up from wherever it comes from. This man is-is married.

“R-Rhea!” I stammered way too loudly, plastering a patronising grin on my face as I shrugged his hand off. “How’s your wife?”

“She’s ok.” He nodded, looking somewhat dejected. I cleared my throat, stepping back to keep distance between him and I.

“That’s good.” Awkward silence, as expected when your married ex is hitting on you. “I have to go. Got work, cases to solve, all that.”

“I see.” He agreed quietly, and I turned on my heel, booking the hell out of there.

Beau hurried to Dewell and Hoyt’s office, where he found the trifecta- Jenny, Cassie and Denise. They all were looking at him with matching knowing glances which told him his game was up. But- hold on a second - what game was there in the first place? No game here, no siree. But there they were, Denise, Jenny and Cassie, all staring at him with looks that said ‘I know your secret’ but the secret was nonexistent, right?

“Emily told us.” Jenny grinned, spinning a pen in between her fingers as she snickered like a cartoon villain.

“How you checked Deputy Joyner out.” Cassie smirked, pumping her eyebrows. His face instantly flushed red; he hadn’t checked his deputy out. He was gauging her suitability to… get back on the job. That’s it. That’s right.

“Or Belle, as you call her.” Denise teased, filing her nails with the wrong side of the filer. “Is there somethin’ you’re not telling us, Bo-Bo?”

“I think y’all are insane.” Beau snorted, averting his eyes nervously. “Belle… and-and me? And I, grammatically speaking. No. Nah, she swore off men, remember? She swore off men. After Harry the ass, who is back in town, by the way, s-she doesn’t need any more men drama.”

“C’mon, I wanna see Jarlen happen.” Cassie pouted.

“Oh my god, Jarlen!” Jenny gasped, nodding frantically. “I was gonna call it Belleau.”

Denise grimaced in agreement, her head also bobbing up and down. “Jarlen works.”

“Jarlen it is.” Cassie smirked, staring straight into Beau’s soul. He cleared his throat, chastising himself for even thinking about his deputy that way. Though… it wouldn’t hurt, right?

It was true that he felt a bit… partial… to the momma bear, ass protecting beaut of a deputy, but he hadn’t been that obvious with it… unless he had.

“You seem rather frustrated on this case, huh, Belle?” He asked, sighing deeply. I shook my head, plastering on a smile that once again did not reach my eyes as I looked back at him.

“No, sir, I’m just concerned for the kid.” I answered not as smoothly as I’d hoped to have done. My voice was slightly shaky, and I knew what he was thinking. Mark had been after custody of Olivia for ages, and was still trying. However, he couldn’t do anything, not when I was named Olivia’s legal guardian and was Lucy’s next of kin.

“It’s about Mark, right?”

I chuckled lowly, nodding. “That obvious?”

“You’re like a mama bear in these cases.” He grinned, then patted my knee. “But now, I need my deputy to have a clear mind. God knows you help me keep mine all clear and sunny skies.”

“Gotcha, Sheriff.” I smiled as we pulled up to the house. “Hear you loud and clear.” I reached under the seat, pulling on my bulletproof vest and strapping it tight. I looked over, seeing that he’d done the same. “Shall we?”

“We shall, darlin’.”

While Olivia was busy admiring the necklaces, I nicked the tape from the box, storing it in the pocket of my jeans. I noticed a large shadow cover the light from the door, and I saw Beau there. I could trust Beau with this. He could help me, so could Jenny and Cassie. I quickly exchanged a look with him that he understood, so he put on a smile, strolling over and clapping me on the shoulder.

“There’s my Southern Belle, all up an’ about. From a Texan to a Kansan, you are what I’d call a Texan 10, even in a faded plaid.” He grinned, squeezing my shoulder slightly and winking before turning to Olivia. “And you, young lady, must be Olivia.”

“That’s me.” Liv nodded, looking between Beau and I. “And you must be Aunt Isa’s favourite sheriff.”

“While I appreciate it, I’m the only sheriff.”

“Exactly.”

“Liv, sweetheart, can you go downstairs? I’ve gotta bring the cake, but start opening your presents.” I said to Olivia with a sigh. I kissed her hair, smoothing it back for a moment before letting her go, and then I turned to Beau when I knew she was out of earshot.

“Something’s up, right?” He frowned, folding his arms and tilting his head. “Talk to me, Belle.”

I held up the cassette tape, a long sigh leaving my mouth. “Titled ‘sunflower’. It’s the nickname my sister used to call me, so I can’t help but think if this is a message seen six years too late.”

“Or something that got mixed up in the wrong box.”

“That’s also a possibility.” I nodded, then pouted in thought. “I’ve got a cassette player somewhere in my study. After Liv’s celebration here is over and she’s out with her friends, whaddya say we have a lil’ listen to it?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Beau agreed, then his eyes landed on the framed photo of my sister and I. “That’s Lucy, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“She looks just like her sister.” He rubbed my arm comfortingly, the backs of his fingers grazing my skin. “How much older was she?”

“Eight years.” I replied softly, leaning slightly into his touch, even though I didn’t quite register it.

“Ah, so she’d be lordin’ it over us if she was still alive. Even a forty-year-old sheriff can’t escape the clutches of an older sister.”

“Neither can a forty year old deputy.” I chuckled, and his hand moved down to hover in front of mine, but my pinky wrapped around his, my breath hitching as I thought of the day I’d skipped down the stairs six years ago and found my sister dead in the garden, multiple knife wounds in her chest. Then the weeks after where I searched and searched for any leads but found none.

My head snapped forward, glass breaking and flying to the left, cutting my cheek as the seatbelt tightened on my chest. My forehead banged against the wheel, a cry escaping my mouth-

“Hey, Deputy.” Beau’s low timbre snapped me out of it again, I looked into his warm green eyes, the ones I’d grown to trust with my life. “You doin’ ok?”

“I… yeah.” I nodded, cracking a smile.

I was sitting in Jenny’s kitchen with Beau and Jenny, of course, the latter busy making lunch since I’d handled our breakfast. I was, again, scrolling on my Instagram, most of my feed Harry and Rhea the redhead. The guy even had the audacity to tag me in a photo, which I didn’t respond to or react to. Beau’s eyes followed mine, locking on the screen with a frown. “That’s Harry the jackass. Why are you lookin’ at photos of Harry the jackass?”

“He’s with the redhead he cheated on me with. Rhea.” I explained with a sigh, and he snatched the phone, not giving me time to protest as he looked at Rhea with an unreadable expression on his face. Then he smirked, nodding.

“I see the appeal.” He chuckled, looking at me playfully. Jenny gasped in horror, swatting his arm while I looked at him incredulously, taken aback by his audacity. “I mean, she’s gorgeous-”

“Beau!” Jenny scolded while I looked away, starting to internally panic. He… thought Rhea was gorgeous? Did he really? Was Harry justified in leaving me because I wasn’t good enough?

“I’m messin’ with you!” Beau raised his hands in surrender, taking another look at the photo before handing my phone back to me. “Sweetheart, Harry the jackass doesn’t even know who he’s lost. This Rhea girl? Doesn’t even hold a candle to you. She’s an LA three, or a Texas one. You are a ten in both worlds, darlin’. He doesn’t deserve you.”

“Thanks, Sheriff.” I sighed in relief, rubbing my face. Jenny patted Beau’s shoulder, giving him a look that said ‘I was about to rip your head off’. “You got me there for a second.”

“I got Hoyt too.”

“Yes, he did.” Jenny nodded, glaring playfully at Beau. “If you’d said that truthfully, no joking, I’d rain down hellfire.”

“Well, I’m glad I was just poking some fun.” Beau smirked, then patted my knee. “You’re gorgeous, Southern Belle. Ain’t no messing around there.”

“You’re very welcome, young lady.” And with that, I took the glass of water with a grateful smile and sipped it as I padded down the stairs in my fuzzy socks. Beau was busy humming a tune and cooking some breakfast, which happened to be scrambled eggs. The moment he saw me, his demeanour instantly changed.

“Ay, ay, ay! Who let her out?” He frowned, pointing at me. Em, Carla and I instantly raised our hands, which forced Beau’s own to accept how I was now capable of walking. “A’ight, three against one, I see how it is. The ladies launching a coup- I see through all your plans.” He chuckled, dishing out the eggs. They didn’t look burnt, which was a plus, so I grabbed one plate and sat down with it. “Since you were on bed rest, Belle, we paused the investigation. The APB hasn’t found the guy who hurt you, but we’ll find him.”

“Yeah, I heard you reopened your sister’s murder investigation.” Carla frowned sympathetically, reaching over to comfortingly squeeze my hand. Emily, however, looked excited.

“No way, your sister was murdered?” She gasped, a wide smile on her face until Beau and Carla shot her a disapproving look, eyebrow raised and mouths set in a grimace. Damn, they’re good at the ‘look’.

“Em, let’s try to be a little more sensitive about this subject.”

“Your enthusiasm is completely warranted, sweetheart, murder can be cool, but let’s dial it down a little.” Beau added, clapping Emily on the shoulder on his way to sit down, and when he did, I felt a small nudge on my foot. I turned to Beau with a raised eyebrow, and he gave me a small smile that could only come before an-“Are you doin’ ok, darlin’?”

There it is.

“Just fine.” I smiled, nodding as I shoved a bite of omelette in my mouth. Beau and Carla looked at me expectantly, as if I was about to break down bleeding all of a sudden, but I shrugged, glancing between them. “I’m fine, you two. Trust me, I feel better already.” I got a call from Olivia, so I broke into a wide grin and answered it immediately, swallowing my chewed bite of omelette. “Hey, sweetie.”

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” Beau stepped in with an affectionate smile, sitting down beside my legs, his hand on my knee while his thumb stroked it. “You doin’ better?”

“Physically, yes.” I nodded, sighing dejectedly as I took in the angry red marks on my forearms. He tried to meet my eyes with what looked like concern add even pity flashing behind his.

“And… emotionally?”

“I…” I bit my lip, frowning as I looked down at my hands. The hands of the law, or so I claim. “I just feel useless, Sheriff.”

“Useless?” He looked incredulous, his hand tightening on my knee. “T-The hell you calling useless, Belle?”

“Me.” I sighed, licking my lips nervously. “I have been so… weak lately. I’ve taken but after hit and… I was a niece to protect. If I can’t protect myself, how can I protect her from others? I feel like I’ve failed her, Sheriff. I’ve failed my baby.” My voice cracked at the end, the pain tearing at my heart.

I nodded. “I guess I can rest now.”

Yeah, maybe he was a little too partial. But he couldn’t help it. Elle Joyner was… likeable, charming, funny, had the most beautiful eyes… he couldn’t help falling for her liking her as much as he did.

“Bo-Bo?” Denise’s lilt took him out of memory lane, matching smirks again on all three of their faces. “You’re a little spacy.”

Beau raised his eyebrows, trying to come up with an excuse but failing miserably.

That night, I was up late, working a case. I’d sent Olivia to bed after having the leftovers from the last takeout and a quick goodbye before she went to Dean’s. I flicked through the sheafs of paper, and I found a picture of Lucy and I. Lucy had a tattoo on her right wrist that made me sit up. I’d never seen her with it before, so it intrigued me more than it usually would.

045114.

The hell was that for? Just a random number?

I swept my hand down my mouth, biting my bottom lip before I shut the file, lying down in the bed Beau had made for me, pulling the covers up to my chin as I shut my eyes, already in my pyjamas. I scrolled on my phone, coming across a voicemail from… Harry. The moment I played it, the slurred syllables told me he had gotten into the beer.

‘Heya, Isa, just wanted t-to say, m’so in love w’ya. Can’t get enough o’ya. Just wanted you t’know. Especially since it’s been how long? A-Ah, three years. Can’t get o’er ya. C-Call me.’

I felt bad for Rhea.

I turned over in bed, too tired to even forward the voicemail to her and blindly putting the phone on the bedside table. My eyelids felt like anvils midair being pulled down by the cruel force of gravity, so I fell asleep soon after. However, that was short lived when I got up a few hours later, panting in what could only be the aftershocks of a nightmare. I rubbed my eyes, my hands travelling to my arms over the hoodie that Beau lent me. It went down to my mid-thigh, I was that small. I saw a wet spot appear on the chest area, and I swallowed, realising that my breath was shakier and more ragged than normal and my cheeks were tainted with tears. I instantly grabbed a tissue, wiping them. I didn’t want to ruin his hoodie any further with my angst that rivalled a teenager’s.

On the way out of the trailer, finding the still-burning fire, I took the photo of Lucy and I out, taken from the time we had been at her first wedding in Dean’s home town: Roseburg, Oregon. I sat down at a chair by the fire, the hoodie practically swallowing my body up in an attempt for warmth. Dean had his lips pressed to Lucy’s hair, his hands tickling her sides and making her let out a laugh that was too beautiful for this world. I was holding the bouquet like a trophy, since I’d caught it, but I, in fact, was not next.

My great aunt Bertha got married to her neighbourhood’s milkman, Samuel, before I could even score a date.

And then Dean and Lucy divorced due to work schedule problems, and Lucy found Mark. Not my favourite choice, but she still married someone. Here I was, yearning for someone at 40 years old who probably didn’t yearn for me back. I’m a mess of a human, aren’t I?

“Belle, darlin’?” Beau showed up at the door to his trailer, his hands desperately trying to smooth his blasted hedgehog hair while his eyes blearily took in the scene, concern bleeding onto his rugged features as he took a step forward, immediately sensing that I was deep in thought. “S’late, sweetheart. What’s goin’ on in that head a’yours, hm?” He also deduced my half-assed attempt for warmth, so he whipped his coat off, tucking it around my shoulders before lunging to get a blanket that he placed over my legs. He then sat down next to me, wrapping a strong arm around my shoulder that he used to draw me into his chest, his other large hand gripping my thigh slightly to move my legs in a more comfortable position. By instinct, my hand went over his heart.

Thump. Thump.

His heartbeat was oddly comforting.

“Mind tellin’ me what’s got my favourite deputy sporting a face like a wet weekend?” Beau asked softly, his fingers rubbing through my hair, teasing out any random knots, because of course there had to be imperfections in what could be a perfect moment.

His lips almost pressed against my hair, ghosting over for a moment before he decided against it, his cheek nuzzling the soft strands instead. I sighed, biting my lip. “I think the case is taking its toll on my sleep.” I replied quietly, rubbing my puffy red eye. “Had a nightmare that Olivia was kidnapped. And had a flashback of when Cal died. So many numbers…”

“What do you mean by that, sweet girl?” He proved further, his thumb tracing my cheekbone before sweeping down to line my jaw. The touches helped me relax and stop the panicking, which helped a lot with recall. My muscles relaxed, my breathing slowing down and telling my watch that I no longer needed to be recommended breathing exercises.

“Cal’s wrist on the crime scene. I saw numbers.” I frowned, pouting slightly. “541458. Can’t help but think they mean something. And one photo of Lucy had a six digit number tattooed on her. 045114.”

“They’re both connected?”

“Maybe. Just need to figure out how.”

“S’all well and good, but I think you need t’calm yourself down.” He took the courage to kiss my forehead, and paused for a moment, waiting for my reaction. I don’t know what came over me, but I nuzzled further into him, and I felt his chest, which sort of seemed tight, suddenly relax, a long breath escaping his mouth. “You’re always taking care of others, darlin’. Time for someone to take care o’ you.”

My first instinct was to protest. “But-”

“But nothin’. We’re gonna stay here, and when you’re calm, we’ll go back inside and I’m gonna stay with you. Then we can take a proper crack at del Marco. Got it?”

I deflated, nodding. “Yes, sir.” I giggled at the end, which earned a deep chuckle from him too.

“Deputy, you make me feel old sometimes.” We sat like that in silence, until Beau felt that I’d calmed down enough. He helped me up, tidying away the blanket and extinguishing the fire, switching on his phone torch so we had a light to help us walk. When we got to my bed, he gestured for me to lay down, probably as a ‘ladies first’, and I did. He got in next to me, making sure that the covers were snugly over me before drawing me closer, his arm around my waist protectively. My back facing his chest, his breath on the back of my neck.

It all felt so unfamiliar.

“G’night, Belle.”

“Night, Sheriff.”

The next morning, I woke up slowly, humming with a groggy smile, expecting to feel the warmth of Beau’s arm around me, acting as a shield against the rest of the world. But I didn’t. My eyelashes fluttered and my eyes opened, and instead I found us both at the far ends of the bed, turned away from each other. My stomach went hurtling down like it was a rollercoaster. I didn’t even know why. Perhaps it was the lack of physical contact I’d gotten over the past few years. Maybe I’m touched starved. Yeah, that’s it.

I got out of bed, going into the bathroom to change into Lucy’s leather jacket, smiling at the nice burgundy colour. Underneath that was a black tank top and jeans, to complete the look. I strolled out, finding Beau also fully dressed, adjusting his hat as he turned around with a grin. “G’morning, Belle. Sleep ok?”

“Just peachy.” I nodded, not mentioning the swooping feeling I felt when I woke up and didn’t find him right next to me, the detail that I think he missed. But neither of us missed the brief sweep of our eyes down and up each other. “Let’s go.”

At the department, I walked into the interrogation room with Beau and Jenny, where del Campo was sat with a smug smirk. “Finally, you brought her here.” He gestured to me, his New York accent lilting. “I only got one thing to say. One thing only.”

“And what’s that?” Jenny asked, her expression stony.

“It better be good, otherwise you’re lookin’ at a lotta jail time there, buddy.” Beau seethed, while I remained silent, waiting for this guy to say something.

Del Campo leaned forward, his fingers drumming on the table and seriously asking me to snap them off or at least break them with my bare hands. “Markham Leeds sends his regards.”

My patience broke. My hand clenched into a fist. My thoughts clouded over and were replaced with waves of pure, seething red. My breathing became laboured as I processed the information, which only took the feeling to new heights. I scoffed, about to blow a fuse. Which I did. My fist slammed down onto the table hard, sending a loud and resounding bang through the room that made everyone jump. This was my final straw. I had him. I finally had him.

“MARKHAM, THAT BASTARD!”

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P&C | Ch. 5: Fever

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Our eyes remain locked as I choke on a piece of carrot. Quickly grabbing a tissue, I try to hide the flush rising in my cheeks. Jungkook doesn't mind my state and proceeds to open another container of food.

"Pardon?" I manage to blurt out. Why am I the only one feeling tense? Relax, Mira. He is so unbothered, you look pathetic, I think to myself.

"Hmm?" he lifts his eyebrow slightly, hands busy with the dishes. I don't say anything, trying to ease my tense body. I'm too obvious. Whatever he meant by that didn't seem like a big deal to him. So it's better to play it cool, I reassure myself.

Once I managed to taste almost everything on the table, Jungkook began cleaning up. He set all the dishes in the sink before I abruptly told him to stop.

"Jungkook, really you don't have to ... You've done so much already. Seriously, I'll be fine, you can go now." I explained calmly, as a sweat drop rolled down the side of my face. My body was weak as I began to shiver, but I couldn't let him stay here any longer. He gave no thought to my offer and proceeded to soap the sponge until my legs buckled and I fell to my knees.

"Mira!" Jungkook gasped, dropping the bowl and rushing toward my body. I was flushed, both from the embarrassment and the fever. Lifting my chin with his thumb and index finger, he searched my face, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"Mira, you need to rest, please let me get you on the sofa," Jungkook says softly looking for any sign of consent. As much I regret it, my judgement of the situation is overcome by fatigue so I give him a weak nod as an ok.

With my hands wrapped around his neck, I can now clearly see the small scar on his left cheek. He manages to fix up the sofa, throwing the blanket hiding my dress from last night onto a nearby chair. As my head rests on the soft pillow, I knock out immediately. The last thing I remember was Jungkook's soft smile as he tucked a few hair strands behind my ear.

Mmmhh ... I stretch my body as the smell of something delicious fills the air. My vision is blurry as I'm trying to make out the time on the clock.

"11??" I scream, uncovering myself from the layers of blankets. My back is all sweaty, but at least I'm not shivering anymore. I can hear a familiar voice from the bathroom as I make my way towards the kitchen.

"Miraya, are you awake?" Jiah asks, opening the door slightly.

"Yeah, how long have you been here?" I follow, scratching my eyes as a yawn escapes mid-sentence. She walks out and rushes in to check my forehead, her face concentrating on my pale skin.

"Okay good, no fever. How are you feeling?" she pulls me in for a tight hug, as her words murmur into my hair.

"I'm better, where's Jungkook? Did he leave already?" I ask trying to scan the room for any evidence of his presence. She nods her head and passes me a cup of water with flu medication.

"Please take this honey, you fell asleep for three hours. After you stopped picking up your phone, I decided to check your dorm and found Jungkook dozing off on the chair next to you. He insisted on staying but I sent him home with Jimin." she explained, drying the dishes that I assume were washed by Jungkook.

"Oh, I see ... well I'm thankful for everyone's concern, really. But, I feel fine now Jiah, please go and relax now, it's so late." I assure her with a soft smile. Never in my life has the flu caused so much commotion. Back home, my mom would just tell me to drink Tylenol and wear fuzzy socks.

After drinking some tea and making sure I was full, with no signs of a fever, Jiah left. We hugged and wished each other goodnight. But I was wide awake, it seemed like my sleeping schedule had been completely ruined after meeting Jungkook. Let me make it up to you. I shiver and shake my head. Stop it, Mira.

"Flip-flops!" Tae called, waving his hand across the lecture hall. Microbiology, his favorite class now. Who knew that he would find such fascination in learning about E. coli when a few days ago he couldn't even pronounce its full scientific name? Nonetheless, we have successfully finished our first week of Nursing, and it's been a rollercoaster ride, to say the least.

I'm feeling better, most symptoms have subsided, but I've heard nothing from Jungkook since the last time we saw each other. I'm not sure what I was or am expecting, I mean the phone line works both ways. There's no need though, I think to myself. He is probably just as exhausted with school and all. Relax, Mira.

Knock Knock Knock

My thoughts are interrupted by the sudden knock on the door, did I plan on meeting up with Jiah, I wondered. Standing on the other side of the door is Jungkook, hair all fluffy with the same white shirt from the party. My face begins to flush and hands get all sweaty. I don't know why so please don't ask.

"Hey hey!" he smirks, giving me a salute gesture waiting to be welcomed in. I respond with a soft smile, opening the door. It all flows naturally even though it's his second time here. Nonetheless, he walks in and places his hand on my forehead.

"Good, no fever," he says with a soft smile, analyzing my face. I let out a tiny gasp and made my way to the sofa.

"What brings you here?" I ask, trying to look everywhere but his eyes, as he plops onto the seat across.

"Needed to make sure you were feeling better," he explains, folding some blankets.

"A text would have sufficed, you didn't need to bother," I chuckled back, looking at my reflection on the TV. Once again I am appalled by my Barbie merch. To be fair, he is the one that is in my dorm. So technically, I could wear and look however I want. Unfortunately though, right at this moment, I would have preferred anything but Ken's face on my shirt.

"I am Kenough," he softly reads the slogan on my chest. His nose scrunches as his bunny teeth peak through his grin.

"Ok, ok, that's enough. I was just about to do my laundry until you decided to show up," I explained, rolling my eyes at his obvious teasing, folding my arms over the shirt.

"Sounds good to me, where's your basket?" he plops up, searching the area.

"Pardon?" I yelp, quickly rushing toward the door, making sure to grab my ID and keys on the way out.

"Jungkook!" I shout as his one arm holds the pink basket and the other stretches out to stop the elevator door. Speed walking, I pray that my flip flops don't pull a Tae on me.

"You know you don't have to do this right? I'm feeling better now, there's no need to babysit me," I say with a serious tone as Jungkook plops himself on the machine right next to me.

"I'm not babysitting, just making sure you're fully recovered," he reassures with a soft smile, pulling a pair of fuzzy rabbit socks out of my basket. He grins.

"So you like bunnies, huh?" his doe eyes meet mine, I can't help but smile trying to snatch them back. An attempt that failed, as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. Now, face to face, my eyebrows furrowed at his sudden action.

"Sorry guys, just going to squeeze past you, these machines aren't going to clean themselves," a soft voice speaks behind me. Mrs. Bae is one of the cleaning ladies in our building. She gives a slight bow and pushes a trolly full of cleaning supplies past us.

Jungkook reciprocates the bow, lowering his gaze to my face. Letting go of my wrist, I can still feel his arm on my waist. Cue the flush.

"Do you have a fever?" he quickly checks my forehead. I move back, shaking my face.

"No ... n ... I'm fine, please let's just finish this quickly," I stutter, turning my back towards him, feeling his stare on me.

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Snowed In -- PART ONE

sooo excited to share this with you guys! this is part one of my collaboration with the incredibly talented @crystalsnow95z ! Please go check out her page too if you like this, her works are amazing!

Anyways, I'm really sorry for the delay, I've been super busy, but I hope you guys enjoy. This one is really long!

TW: Vomit, fever, sickness

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"Woah, too fast! Too fast!" Taehyung squeals, holding onto Jungkook tighter afraid to go flying off the sled.

Jungkook is having the time of his life, giggling. "It's okay Hyungie."

Jimin flies past them. "Looks like I'll win!" He sings the words, teasing the others.

"No you won't!" Jungkook tries leaning forward to try to go faster, his competitive nature shining through.

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, wishing he’d brought a hat. It’s freezing and he was forced to sit here and watch all his members sled down a hill with no end in sight. He wished he just stayed behind, but he didn't want to make the others suspicious and ruin the trip. How are they not freezing? It's only 10 degrees out. He takes a deep breath as his stomach cramps and watches as Yoongi and Seokjin come up the hill.

“You ok, Joon?” Seokjin asks.

“I’m cold, hyung,” Namjoon says, taking an opportunity to go home as the snow starts coming down harder. “Can we go back?"

“...” Seokjin looks at Yoongi.

“You look sick,” Yoongi says. “Did you eat anything today?”

Namjoon pauses. The answer is no. But he doesn’t want to stress anyone out if they find out he’s not feeling well.

“Of course, hyung. On the plane, when you guys were asleep.” Yoongi looks suspicious.

“What’d you eat?”

“A bagel. Can we please go back? It’s freezing.” Namjoon watches the other members come up the hill holding their sleds.

Yoongi looks at the sky. “It is snowing pretty hard. Maybe we should head back to the cabin?”

Seokjin shrugs. “That’s fine with me. The wind seems to be picking up, too.” Namjoon sighs in relief. He was starting to feel really nauseous, and the cold wasn’t helping. “I’ll go tell the others.”

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The cabin isn’t as peaceful as Namjoon had hoped. In his and Jimin’s shared bedroom, there’s peace, but he can still hear the chatter in the living room and kitchen. It smells like hot chocolate, which would usually be a great thing, but it’s making him want to throw up now.

His stomach clenched when he heard the door open, Jimin bringing a cup of cocoa into the room. "Hyung, I brought you some cocoa. I wish you would've told me sooner how cold you were.."

"I didn't want to ruin your fun." Namjoon forces himself not to react when Jimin shoves the cup into his hands.

"It'll help you warm up." Jimin smiles warmly.

"Thanks Jiminie…" Cocoa was the last thing he wanted. Namjoon takes a sip, instantly regretting it, his stomach nearly pushed to it's limit, the cramps getting worse. "I was going to take a nap.. I'm still feeling jet lagged from the trip." It took all the strength he had to keep his voice steady.

"Oh, alright then.. I'll let you sleep then. Rest well hyungie." Jimin eyes Namjoon, wondering if he was really okay. He didn't want to bother him though. Not if he wasn't feeling well. As soon as Jimin leaves the room and he hears his footsteps get farther away, he rushes to the bathroom connected to the room, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet, gripping it tightly. He couldn’t bother to shut the door in his rush. He breathes for a moment before he starts vomiting. He can hear some faint yelling over his gagging, but can’t decipher what anyone is saying until a voice gets closer and he hears footsteps coming towards him. He smells Taehyung’s cologne, and it makes him more nauseous. He subconsciously pushes the younger away, but he’s too weak to move him anywhere. Taehyung’s hands go to his back and hair, holding his bangs back and patting him comfortingly. He hears another pair of footsteps come in the room. Seokjin, who joins Taehyung on the floor next to their leader. Namjoon finishes and flushes the toilet, exhausted.

“What happened, hyung?” Taehyung asks. “How long have you been feeling sick?”

“A few hours…” Namjoon wipes the sweat off his forehead and accepts the cup of water Seokjin hands him, taking a sip. It makes his stomach cramp instantly as soon as he swallows.

“You should get some rest.” Seokjin holds out his hand to help Namjoon up, but Namjoon's stomach has other plans, already gagging out the water he just swallowed.

"Are you gonna be sick again?" Seojin asked with a worried expression. Namjoon shakes his head. I don't have the energy..

Seokin trusts his word, helping the youngest rapper to bed with Taehyung's help.

"I wish you told us before we went out.." Taehyung frowns as he watches Seojin strips off Namjoon's sweat soaked shirt.

"I didn't want to ruin everyone's day.." Namjoon says softly, shivering despite his rising fever. "It's cold hyung…"

"I know, I'll get you changed okay?" Seojin quickly goes into Namjoon's suitcase looking for something breathable to put him in.

Taehyung cuddles against Namjoon in the meantime to try to ease the chills, smoothing down his sweat soaked hair. "Hyungie you should know you're more important than some silly snow day."

Taehyung please.. I don't want to cuddle you right now.. Namjoon covers his face, stomach churning at the scent of Taehyung’s shirt.

Taehyung takes the hint, moving away from him, trying to hide his hurt expression. "I'm sorry Hyung.."

"Namjoon-ah just doesn't feel well right now, don't take it personally Tae.." Seojin gently redresses Namjoon, covering him up with just the top sheet.

"Is Namjoonie hyung okay?" The soft voice of Jimin is heard in the doorway, Jungkook peering over him.

"He'll be fine, don't come in, and take Taehyungie with you."

"I just wanted to help Hyung.." Taehyung says looking down at his hands. But Namjoon doesn't even want me near him..

"You can help. Why don't you see if you can find any medicine?" Seokjin gives him a task to try to ease Namjoon's rejection.

"Alright."

The three youngest leave together, the room getting quiet again. "Try to get some sleep for now.." Seokjin traces small circles across Namjoon’s stomach.

"I don't know if I can..it hurts.." Namjoon groans softly as his stomach gurgles again.

"Just try for me okay?" Seokjin runs his fingers to Namjoon's hair. "What if I sing for you?"

"What..? I'm not a child.." Namjoon considered it for a split second before feeling embarrassed.

"I know.. but it might help you sleep."

Namjoon wondered if Seokjin was lying to make him more open to the idea or if it was true, but before he could ask Seokjin started singing softly to him, gently drawing shapes on his bloated middle the youngest rapper falling into a restless sleep.

"Hyungie I can't find any tummy medicine but I found pain pills for headache.." Jungkook entered the room, freezing in place when he sees Namjoon's eyes flutter open.

"Shh Jungkook.." Seokjin narrows his eyes, stroking Namjoon's back softly to try to get him back to sleep, but it was too late.

"Sh*t.. I'm sorry Hyungie.." Jungkook bows, guilt gnawing at his belly.

Namjoon groans in pain and Jungkook winces. “Hyung,” he mumbles, looking at Seokjin. “Hurts…” His stomach is killing him. He can’t remember having something like this before. The pain is horrible. Seokjin puts his hand over Namjoon’s stomach and rubs it lightly, but Namjoon pulls it away. “Ahh…” he grimaces, frowning when he sees Jungkook. “Jungkook-ah…” he mumbles before another cramp hits him, twisting his stomach and making him moan in pain again.

“I brought some headache medicine. Does your head feel ok?” Jungkook asks cautiously. Namjoon blows out a breath slowly, controlled.

“It hurts,” he says softly. It’s not a terrible headache, but the pain in his stomach might get better with painkillers.

Jungkook approaches the bed and hands Namjoon two red pills, which he puts in his mouth and takes the glass of water from the bedside table and drinks it. He instantly regrets it, feeling nausea rise up his throat. He’s freezing cold again, which doesn’t help.

“You’re shivering, Joonie,” Seokjin says softly, putting his hand on Namjoon’s forehead. “You’re burning up…”

“I’m freezing,” Namjoon says. “I need more blankets.”

“We can’t do that, Namjoon,” Seokjin says.

“We can give him a hot bath so he can sweat the fever out,” Jungkook suggests.

“Does that work?” Seokjin asks.

“My mom used to do it for me,” Jungkook says. Seokjin sighs.

“I don’t know if I want to risk it. It could just make his fever way higher,” he says.

"We have to try something.. we can take him out if it looks like he's doing worse.."

“Joonie, how does a hot bath sound?” Seokjin asks. Namjoon nods.

“Let’s go,” Seokjin helps Namjoon up and to the bathroom, starting to run the water. Namjoon leans against the wall with his arms across his stomach and eyes shut. His stomach hurts so bad, and the nausea from taking the pills is getting worse. He doesn’t know if this bath will upset his stomach more. He’s too freezing cold to decline it though. He’s shirtless and only wearing his pants and boxers, but he’s sweating like crazy. He sits back and tries not to throw up for the time being until he hears Seokjin turn off the faucet.

“Stand up, Joonie, let’s take off your pants.” Namjoon follows, standing shakily and placing a hand on the wall to hold himself from collapsing. Seokjin gently pulls his pants off, leaving his boxers on. Namjoon always prefers to be modest, even in a situation like this, Seokjin knows he’d rather keep his boxers on. Seokjin guides the younger into the bathtub. Namjoon visibly relaxes at the heat of it, but Seokjin can hear his stomach make an uncomfortable gurgling sound. Namjoon places a hand over it and leans back against the edge of the bathtub. He’s absolutely exhausted. The hot water feels nice on his shivering body, but he’s worried it’ll make his temperature rise. Seokjin cups water in his hand and gently pours it over Namjoon’s hair. Namjoon jolts in surprise, his stomach gurgling audibly again, and his eyes fly open. He looks nauseous again. Seokjin strokes his hair. “You’re okay, Joonie, he says.” Namjoon shakes his head, panicked.

“Hyung–I’m gonna be sick.”

“Just breathe, Joonie,” Seokjin says. “In…out…in…out…” Namjoon follows, relaxing a bit. “Good job. Just relax, I’ll wash your hair.” Namjoon shivers visibly. Seokjin puts a hand to the younger’s forehead. “Sh*t…I knew it. Your fever is getting worse.”

Seokjin washes him up as quickly as possible, but he wasn't fast enough.

Namjoon tried to warn him, his stomach forcing out the water he used to wash down the pills, covering his mouth to keep from getting sick in the water, desperately leaving the water to reach the toilet, soaking the floor in the process.

"Sh*t..Namjoon-ah.." Seokjin wraps a towel around his shoulders, gently trying to dry him off as the pills he just swallowed come back up, splashing into the water.

Namjoon continued to dry heave until more sick comes up, making his abdomen throb painfully.

"You need to breathe..Namjoon.. take a deep breath for me."

Namjoon takes a deep breath, then another, relaxing when the dry heaving dies down, just laying on the wet tile floor.

"You need to get properly dried off." Seokjin urges, trying to get Namjoon to sit up, but Namjoon flinched away from the olders touch.

"Just..just a minute..please…?" Namjoon's head was spinning, the nausea still swirling in the pit of his stomach.

I knew it wasn't a good idea..Seokjin sighs, getting another towel to do his best to dry Namjoon without him moving, fluffing his hair against the towel.

"I'm so tired…" Namjoon says between deep breaths, trying to keep his stomach under control.

"I know. Let's get you to bed. Okay? You can't sleep here.." Seokjin once again gently pushes Namjoon to sit up, relieved when Namjoon doesn't fight against him.

"Did it work?" Jungkook asks, his heart tightening when he sees Namjoon. Oh no.. I made it worse…

Namjoon was hardly awake his cheeks flushed with fever shivering violently, Seokjin basically dragging him to the bed.

"Find me clothes for him." Seokjin orders. "Please.."

Jungkook ruffles through Namjoon's suitcase, pulling out a pair of sweats and a plain white t-shirt. "Here Hyung.."

"Is..is there anything else I could…could do to help?" Jungkook felt his throat tightening, his emotions threatening to spill over.

"No. I got it from here." Seokjin dismisses him, wishing that he didn't try his idea. He didn't want to take his frustration on the young maknae. All he wanted to do was help. One of the others will comfort him.

Jungkook nods leaving the room.

"Cold…" Namjoon mumbles as Seokjin takes off his wet undergarments.

"I'll get you warmed up, just try to work with me for just a minute." Seokjin struggled to lift him enough to get the sweats on. "Namjoonie you aren't making this easy.."

"I'm sorry.." Namjoon says softly, trying to help by holding himself up with one arm as Seokjin gets the shirt on him, only lasting a few seconds before another wave of dizziness washes over him, making his stomach woozy one more. "Hyung.. dizzy.." He softly moans.

Seokjin stops what he's doing to hold Namjoon close to him, wincing when his bare skin touched his arm. "I got you, you're okay.. you're okay.." Seokjin strokes his damp hair.

"Make it stop.." Namjoon whines softly.

"I would if I could baby.. just bear it a little longer. It'll pass.." Seokjin speaks softly, running his hand down Namjoon's back lightly scratching.

Namjoon held onto Seokjin tightly until the feeling passes, collapsing into him when his body finally relents.

"Are you okay Joon?" Seojin asked barely above a whisper, getting no response. "Namjoon?" He repeats a little louder, gently moving Namjoon away from his chest biting his lip when he sees the unconscious rapper in his arms, unsure on if Namjoon simply fell asleep, or if he fainted. I need to do something..

Seokjin looks up home remedies for fever on his phone, willing to try anything to give at least a little relief to his leader. Luke warm water. I need to use luke warm water…

He leaves the bed as quietly as possible, going to the bathroom to get a washcloth, using a cup to fill with water, returning to the bed, folding it neatly across Namjoon's forehead, jumping with Namjoon twitches.

"Aiish.." He covers his mouth, not meaning to make a sound. Good..he's still out.. Seokjin sighs, refreshing the cloth everytime Namjoon's feverish skin made it warm again.

I'll have to see if I can get him to drink water when he's up again.. Seokjin makes a mental note.

"How is he?" Hoseok whispers, peeking into the room. "Jungkookie was really upset.."

"I'm not sure.." Seokjin sighs. "Is Jungkook okay? I didn't mean to be so harsh on him. I'm just stressed out.”

"Jiminie and Taehyungie are cheering him up. They were driving me up the wall with all their concerns. I'm glad they're distracted now.." Hoseok couldn't look at Namjoon. Seeing his members in pain broke his heart. "Is there anything I could do to help?"

"He's sweating so much, he's going to dehydrate.. could you see if we have anything like vitamin water?"

“Sure. I’ll be right back.” Hoseok leaves the room and Seokjin brushes the blonde hair off Namjoon’s sweaty face.

“Joonie, wake up for me, please,” he says softly, patting Namjoon’s cheek gently. Namjoon’s eyes flutter open and he groans in pain.

“Hyung…” he mumbles. “It hurts…”

“I know, Joon. Where does it hurt?” Namjoon rips the towel off his forehead and turns to his side.

“Stomach…head…” Namjoon groans again and wraps his arms around his stomach. Seokjin rubs his back gently.

“You’re okay, Joon. You need to try and drink a little, or you’ll get dehydrated.” Seokjin can already see Namjoon is sweating heavily again. “Let me rub your stomach,” he says, placing a hand on Namjoon’s belly.

“No, hyung…” Namjoon mutters, pushing it away.

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Nothing,” Namjoon says.

“Can I hold you?” Seokjin asks. Namjoon shakes his head furiously. Seokjin feels useless. He knows Namjoon isn’t a fan of physical affection, but usually when he’s sick he’ll tolerate it. This is different though. Seokjin hasn’t seen Namjoon this sick in a long time. Seokjin sighs as he hears a whimper and sees a tear running down Namjoon’s cheek. “You’re okay, Joonie,” he says softly, wiping the tear off Namjoon’s face with his sleeve. Namjoon winces at the texture on his sensitive skin.

“Hyung…” he whines.

“Sorry, Joon,” Seokjin whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to Namjoon’s forehead. He’s still burning hot from the fever. “Can I put the wet towel back on you?” he asks, and Namjoon nods. Seokjin gently places it back on the younger’s forehead, rubbing his back. He feels bad for being snappy with Jungkook, but he’s frustrated at how much worse the maknae’s idea made Namjoon’s fever. He doesn’t know what to do.

“Hyung?” Hoseok walks in with a bottle of Pocari Sweat. “I have this…”

“Perfect, Hobi. Thank you.” Seokjin takes the bottle and hands it to Namjoon. “Sit up, Joon.” Namjoon weakly pulls himself up, moaning at the pain it causes. He puts the bottle to his lips, slowly drinking the gel inside. It tastes awful and makes him feel even more nauseous despite how nice it feels on his scratchy throat. After emptying a quarter of the bottle, Namjoon hands it back to Seokjin.

“H-hyung,” Namjoon mumbles.

“What is it, Joonie?”

“I’m so cold…”

“Can I hold you?” Seokjin asks again, and this time, Namjoon nods. Seokjin lays down next to Namjoon, pulling him close and rubbing his back slowly.

“Aish…you’re burning,” he says. “I don’t know what to do with you.”

“Is there anything else you need?” Hoseok asks.

“We’re okay, Hobi. Thank you.”

“Hobah..” Namjoon says.

“I’m here, Joonie,” he says.

Namjoon whines softly. “Don’t go.”

“You…want me to stay?” Hoseok smiles, but Namjoon doesn’t respond. Seokjin feels Namjoon’s body go limp in his arms, his breathe getting slower.

“He’s sleeping now,” Seokjin whispers, rubbing Namjoon’s back.

—

About 30 minutes pass by with Hoseok sitting on the chair in the corner and Seokjin cuddling Namjoon. “What time is it, Hobi?” Seokjin asks. Hoseok looks at his phone.

“It’s 6:00, hyung. I’m really hungry,” Hoseok responds.

“Me too…”

“We should go have dinner,” Hoseok says. Seokjin hesitates.

“I don’t wanna leave Joon here by himself…what if he wakes up and panics?”

“Hyung, he’s dead asleep. We both need to eat.” Seokjin nods and pulls away from Namjoon slowly, being careful not to wake the leader. The two go to the kitchen where they find that Taehyung has cooked dinner for them.

“How’s Namjoon-hyung?” Jungkook asks. His eyes are red. He’s been crying.

“He’s…he’s sleeping,” Seokjin says honestly. “Jungkook…I’m sorry I was so harsh with you.”

Jungkook smiles. “It’s okay, hyung. I’ve already eaten. I can go check on him,” he says. Seokjin nods.

“Let me know if he’s doing bad again.” Jungkook nods and walks over to Namjoon and Jimin’s room, sighing as he sees his leader shaking in his sleep.

"I'm sorry Hyungie.." Jungkook whispers softly as he checks the cloth on his forehead, already warm again from Namjoon's feverish skin. I made it worse.. Jungkook sniffles, forcing his tears away. I don't have time to feel bad.. I need to do something..

Jungkook wets the washcloth again, slowly running it over Namjoon's skin, wiping down his arm then across his exposed collar bone.

"Mn…Hyung..cold…" Namjoon complains softly in his sleep voice coming out in a low husky tone.

Jungkook stops in his tracks, putting it back in place on his forehead. I don't want to wake him up, but I can't just sit here and do nothing.. He sighs in frustration, gently playing with Namjoon’s soaked hair. Namjoon’s face twists in discomfort and he rolls onto his side. Jungkook can tell Namjoon is about to be sick by the sounds his stomach is making and how pale he’s getting. He rubs the older’s back, hoping for it to maybe, just maybe go away after a few minutes. Namjoon’s back is burning hot. Jungkook wants to take his shirt off, or pull the blankets off, or something to help reduce his temperature. He knows it’s his fault that Namjoon’s fever got even higher, and the guilt is killing him.

He rubs Namjoon’s back comfortingly as he hears the leader groan in discomfort. Namjoon’s eyes open, and Jungkook can tell he’s about to pass out, throw up, or both.

"Hyung, do you need help up?" Jungkook asks in a small voice when he notices Namjoon sitting up, but he doesn't answer, trying to rush to the bathroom, staggering towards the bathroom.

Jungkook tries to help, trying to grab his arm to help lead him, but Namjoon pushes him away.

"No.. go.." Namjoon manages to force the words out hoarsely. He had already gotten sick in front of Taehyung. He wasn't going to add Jungkook to that list.

Jungkook watches him shut the door, hearing Namjoon heaving from the other side of the door. I need to get Seokjin-hyungie.. He rushes into the kitchen where the older boys were eating.

"Namjoonie-hyung is getting sick again. He shut me out, I need help!" Jungkook says without taking a breath. Seokjin went to get up from his half eaten meal, but Yoongi stops him.

"I'll go. You eat. I'll handle it hyung." Yoongi rushes to the bathroom, going to Namjoon's side, rubbing his hand across Namjoon's back as he heaves.

"Jun…Jungkook I said-" His words are cut off by another round of sick spilling into the bowl.

"Namjoon-ah, it's me and I'm not leaving." Yoongi tells him firmly.

Namjoon relaxes a little, feeling comfort from Yoongi's presence. "It'll be over soon. Just try to breathe Namjoon."

Namjoon takes deep breaths between gags, collapsing against Yoongi as they die down.

"Sh*t Namjoon, you're burning up.." Yoongi swears, grabbing for a piece of toliet paper to wipe across the edges of Namjoon's mouth. "I need you to drink some water for me Joon."

Namjoon shakes his head. I don't want to throw up again.

"I know it sucks, but you'll only get worse if you don't. Come on Namjoon.."

Yoongi gently props Namjoon against the bathtub, quickly moving to the sink to get a cup of water.

"Yoongi-yah…no…" Namjoon argues when Yoongi puts the cup by his lips.

"Namjoon please, just try." Yoongi tried to hide the desperation in his voice. It's been years since he's seen Namjoon this bad. "Just a sip."

Namjoon takes a few sips, washing the awful taste from his mouth and soothing his raw throat, but it already felt like a stone in his stomach, turning his head away.

"Good job Joon, that's all I wanted.."Yoongi gently pulls Namjoon to his feet, struggling to move him forward. Namjoon was hardly conscious, being mostly dead weight. "Stay with me a little longer okay?"

Namjoon tried his best to stay up, but he used the last of his energy. The older rapper just barely makes it to the bed before Namjoon stopped holding onto him, almost making both of them topple to the floor. "Fu*k Namjoon..you're heavy.."

Namjoon murmurs an apology. Yoongi takes off Namjoon's shirt, taking advantage of his lack of power to fight against him, finding the rag and wiping it across Namjoon's scorching back.

Namjoon had his eyes closed, but he didn't look anywhere near peaceful. His breathing was labored and his hand was still wrapped tightly around his lower abdomen, an upset gurgle coming from it the sips of water sitting uncomfortably in his stomach.

"Poor Joon-ah.."Yoongi whispers, wiping the cloth across Namjoon's shoulders, across the back of his neck then going down his arm. I need to get his fever down…

"Hyung..will you lay with me?" Yoongi jumps in surprise when he hears the hoarse whisper of Namjoon.

"Sh*t..you scared me.. i thought you were out.."

"I can't sleep.. it hurts.." Namjoon whines.

"I know, I know..Let me wash you up first, okay? I need to cool you down first. ." Yoongi does the best he can to wash off the sweat, his heart tightening when he sees Namjoon trembling, despite his high fever.

"It's cold.." Namjoon grabs onto Yoongi's wrist to stop him. "Please Hyungie.." Namjoon's voice comes out sounding much younger.

Yoongi stops in his tracks. "You're really sick Joon-ah.. Alright.. come here.." He takes a seat next to him, holding out his arms.

Namjoon cuddles up to him, Yoongi forcing himself not to flinch when he feels his hot skin brush against him. He's already sticking to me.. He couldn't recall the last time Namjoon cuddled up to him. He wasn't known for being the cuddly type like Taehyung or Jimin. It just made him worry more.

"It hurts Hyung.." Namjoon whimpers, clutching his stomach when another ripple of pain tears through his stomach.

Yoongi reaches slowly, rubbing his hand across Namjoon’s stomach to try to ease the pain, feeling it tightening underneath his palm.

Namjoon moans in time with a harsh cramp, and Yoongi shushes him. “You're ok, shh, Joonie,” he says softly.

“Ahh…hurts…” he whines. Yoongi presses down harder, trying to work out a cramp, and Namjoon curses under his breath. “Hyung…f*ck, it hurts so much.” Yoongi can see Namjoon starting to shiver.

“What should we do, Joonie?”

“Don’t know…” Namjoon sighs. He’s too weak to even sit up. His brain is foggy and he has no idea what would make him feel better. The pain is getting worse every second and he’s not sure how much longer he’s going to be able to take this. Barely anything works on his sensitive stomach.

“I can get some painkillers for you, Joonie, but I really don’t know what to do beyond that.”

“Get Jimin,” Namjoon says, his speech slurring. Jimin always knows how to cuddle him just the right way when he’s sick, just the right sweet things to say to make him feel a little less miserable and get his spirits up a tiny bit.

"Alright Namjoon." Yoongi gently escapes from the sick rapper, leaving to get Jimin.

"What's wrong? Has he gotten worse?" Jin asks, ready to spring up to go back to Namjoon's side.

"He has, but he wants Jimin.." Yoongi states.

"What? He asked for me?" Jimin's eyes widen in surprise.

"I think he just wants to be comforted. I'm not the best at that.." Yoongi scratches the back of his neck shyly. "I tried my best. It's your turn now."

Jimin gets a water bottle to take with him, hoping he could get him to drink at least a little bit."Hyungie, I'm here.."

"Minah…" Namjoon's voice comes out soft, the first part of his name getting cut off by a whimper.

Jimin puts the water down, curling around Namjoon. I don't want to stress him out more. He wanted cuddles, that's what I'll give him. He's so hot though..

"My poor Hyungie, it's okay.. It's okay.." Jimin runs his hand up and down Namjoon's side with his gentle touch, leaning his head on him. "We'll get you feeling better soon.."

Namjoon wasn't processing what Jimin was saying to him, but he enjoyed Jimin's soothing tone.

"We'll think of something to make you feel better. Maybe we can find a good mix of herbal tea.." Jimin continues just saying sweet nothings, gently rubbing his face against Namjoon's cheek. He's hardly conscious.. Jimin bites the inside of his cheek, just barely letting his fingers brush against Namjoon's belly, smiling softly when he feels some of the tension in Namjoon's body let up. "That's it Hyungie, relax.. I'll still be here when you wake up, just try to sleep for now.."

Namjoon relaxes, and after some time, he falls asleep.

—

Jimin leaves when he sees that Namjoon is comfortably asleep, going into the living room and seeing all of the other members.

“How is he?” Seokjin asks.

“He’s asleep. I think we should take him to the hospital, though. He’s burning hot and in a lot of pain.”

“I don’t think we can, Jiminie…” Seokjin says. “It’s a blizzard outside. We can’t even see five feet out of the window.”

“And our cell phones aren’t working.” Jungkook frowns, empathizing his point by showing Jimin his phone.

"We're lucky all this snow hasn't knocked the power out.." Yoongi adds in.

"Yoongi-hyung, don't you jinx us!" Taehyung frets. "We're having enough trouble already.."

"We have to think of something.." J-hope sighs in frustration.

"We're doing all we can. At least he's sleeping.." Seokjin looks around the room at the members. I have to do something. Everyone's stressed..

"Maybe, maybe we can go out on our own. If we drive really really slowly. It's better than just sitting around watching him slowly get worse." Jungkook whines desperately, staring at the flurry of snowflakes out the window.

"You know we can't do that.." Seokjin tries to comfort Jungkook, but be jerked away from his touch.

"But Namjoonie-hyung needs medicine..he's burning up with fever and he can't even sleep with his stomach constantly making him feel sick. We have to try!" Jungkook says with frustration, clenching his fists together. "We can't just do nothing!"

"We're doing all we can, there's no way we can drive in that storm. You can't even see the trees right outside the window. It's too dangerous Koo." Jin tries to calm Jungkook by stroking his hair, this time accepting his touch. Jungkook sighs, taking a few breaths to calm himself.

"What if we walk?" Jungkook looks hopelessly at Jin, already knowing the answer, tears swelling up.

"No way." Yoongi answers for Jin. "Are you trying to get lost in this mess? The nearest town is miles away. You'll end up with hypothermia before you even get halfway."

The boys stop their arguing when they hear Namjoon heaving again, Jin rushing back into the bathroom, kneeling beside Namjoon who had his head in the toliet bowl. "Namjoon-ah, it's okay..it's okay.. Hyung is here." Jin rubs his back and Namjoon spits into the toilet, only saliva coming up. Hyung, make it stop, it hurts so much.. Namjoon couldn't get the words out, only a small whimper coming as he holds his sore middle, his muscles finally pushing up acid, burning his throat.

"I know, I know, just try to breathe for me okay?" Jin scratches his nails lightly across Namjoon’s back. Namjoon tries, but he’s too distressed to breathe properly. Namjoon gags empty, whimpering.

“It hurts,” he says softly.

“Shh…I know, Joon. You’ll be okay. I’m here. I’ll keep you safe.” Namjoon finds comfort in that, calming down a bit. Seokjin puts his hand on Namjoon’s forehead. Sh*t. You’re even hotter than before. I don’t know what to do…” he says softly. “We might have to give you a cold bath.”

“No…” Namjoon says. “Please, no…”

Seokjin is about to say something, but suddenly, the lights start flickering.

“Hyung?” Namjoon’s voice is deep, but he sounds scared. The lights shut off, and Seokjin can’t hold back a curse under his breath. He hears footsteps come to the bathroom and Yoongi shines his phone’s flashlight at them. “Sh*t…you guys too?” Namjoon winces at the light and Seokjin nods.

“There’s some candles in the kitchen…” Taehyung comes up behind Yoongi. Namjoon turns away from the light. His head is hurting again, the bright lights not helping.

“Let’s get him to bed,” Seokjin says. Taehyung comes over and helps Namjoon up, the two of them bringing Namjoon to his bed with Yoongi behind him. Namjoon instantly rolls to his side, completely exhausted and still feeling nauseous. Taehyung lays next to him and rubs his hand up and down his hyung’s burning back. Namjoon sighs at the feeling of Taehyung’s hand. It feels nice, but he’s still not comfortable with his stomach rolling and head pounding.

“Do we have medicine?” Yoongi asks Seokjin.

“Namjoon might have some Ibuprofen,” he says. “For his migraines.” Namjoon shakes his head hard.

“I’m not taking anything…my stomach is killing me.” Taehyung puts his hand on Namjoon’s stomach, feeling it tense and cramp every few seconds. “Poor hyungie…” he says softly, rubbing gently. Namjoon seems to relax at the touch, breathing more slowly.

“Your fever is gonna make you worse, Joonie. You could pass out. Or start hallucinating,” Seokjin says. “Just try to take some and don’t throw up for an hour or so and you’ll start feeling better.” Namjoon doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to faint or start hallucinating, but he really doesn’t want to throw up again. Everything hurts and he’s exhausted, but he can’t sleep with how uncomfortable he is.

“Please, Joonie-hyung,” Taehyung says, and Namjoon shakes his head. Jungkook comes into the room with two lit candles and places them on the dresser. “What’s going on?” he asks.

“We’re trying to get Namjoon to take some medicine but he won’t..” Yoongi says. Jungkook frowns in sympathy, then sits on the bed facing namjoon, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“Can you please try to take a little, hyung?” Jungkook asks, looking at Namjoon with round worried eyes. “You’ll feel better if you do.” He knows Namjoon and his soft spot can’t say no to him, even when he’s feeling like this.

Namjoon sighs. I can't say no when he looks at me like that.. "Alright..I'll try.."

Seokjin brightens up, quickly getting medicine from the bottle before he changes his mind. "Here Joon." He places the pill on Namjoon's tongue, quickly getting him a sip of water to help swallow it down. Please just drink a little more…

Namjoon takes a few mouthfuls of water before turning away from his eldest hyung."No more.."

"That's okay, you did good.." Taehyung smiles softly, gently rubbing his fingertips across Namjoon's cramping stomach.

"Thank you hyung." Jungkook says softly.

"I'm so tired.." Namjoon says in a hoarse whisper.

"Then we'll let you sleep.. Do you want me to take Taehyungie with us?" Seokjin asks, ready to remove the clingy vocalist but Namjoon shakes his head, still feeling guilty for how he treated him earlier.

"He's okay.."

"Get me if there's any change Tae. Take care of him." Seokjin gathered up the others and leaves the two alone.

Namjoon slowly started to drift off, his migraine becoming more manageable. Taehyung was humming as soft as he could as he continues to make feather light touches on Namjoon’s cramping belly.

Taehyung stops when he hears Namjoon start to snore. He's finally asleep, but for how long? He uses his sleeve to try to wipe some of the sweat off of Namjoon's brow. He's still sweating..

Taehyung reaches for the wet cloth slowly, fearful that the slightest wrong move would wake him, just barely grabbing it from the tag, wiping it gently over Namjoon’s body.

Just when Taehyung thought Namjoon was finally starting to recover, he felt his muscles tensing up again, the older quickly sitting up. "Taehyung.." His voice came out as a pained groan as another wave of nausea hits like a tidal wave, making him gag, mouth filling with hot sick, his cheeks puffing out.

"Hyung hold on I'll get-" Taehyung was too late, as he rushed to get the waste bin from the floor Namjoon had already started trying to scramble over him as his body pushes up more sick than he could hold down getting it on Taehyung, the side of the bed, then finally the bin on the floor, trying to prop himself up by his elbows. The pressure he was putting on his own stomach only worsened the pain, causing tears to run down his cheeks.

"Oh no Hyung.." Taehyung runs his hand down Namjoon's spine, feeling it arch as he continues to heave.

"Se-seokjinnie-hyung!" Taehyung yells coming out shaky with panic. "Yoongi-h-hyung!"

The two eldest run into the room Yoongi slowly lifting the bin from the floor keeping it by Namjoon’s face as Seokjin helped him sit up again. "Aiigo Namjoon-ah.. you're okay, you're okay.."

"N..no.." Namjoon sobs, all the stress on his body catching up with him. "I..i..can't do..do..ev..ev…" Another heave comes, cutting him off, only adding to his frustration causing even more tears to flow. Seokjin rubs his back gently.

“You’re okay…” Namjoon wipes his eyes and leans back.

“What happened, Taehyung?” Yoongi asks, taking the bin from Namjoon.

“He just woke up like this…and started vomiting. I have no idea what happened.” Seokjin uses a tissue from the side table to wipe Namjoon’s forehead from sweat.

“You’re burning hot, Joonie…we’re gonna have to give you a cold bath…”

Namjoon shakes his head. “Please…no…I’m freezing…” Namjoon’s eyes look glassy and his usually tan skin is pale.

Seokjin glances at Yoongi, who shrugs. “I think we have to…”

#sick!namjoon #sickfic #bts #caretaker!yoongi #btssickfic #caretaker!hoseok #caretaker!seokjin #caretaker!jungkook #caretaker!taehyung #bts sickfic #caretaker!jimin #tw emeto #tw vomit

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bidisasterevankinard · 1 year

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Fuck It Friday

Tagged by @ebdaydreamer @destielbuddiepipeline

Thank you babies💜💜💜😘😘😘

This is another part of 6x18 spec fic where Buck would stuck with injured Chim(after he would find him). Here some not angsty part as I`m not monster

Buck smiles a little and nods, then lets himself look at Eddie as he knows Eddie is ok now. He makes eye contact with the other man, and his heart starts beating again. But it's too fast, because Eddies eyes are so deep and beautiful. They just call Buck to come closer. They seduce him to drown in them. To drown in Eddie. Again Buck doesn't think it's time to ponder it.

“Hey he,” Eddie emphasizes on `he`, “is still here. And I can talk.”

Buck smiles at his grumpiness and puts his hand on Eddie`s face, gently touching it. He cups Eddie`s dirty cheek and feels so alive feeling Eddie`s warmth.

“Yes, but I don`t trust you to make me feel better about your condition. You would say you ok and even can work,” Buck smiles at Eddie and gently draws circles on his chin with his thumb. Eddie smiles back weakly, but is so beautiful that Buck`s knees are getting weak.

“Look who's talking,” Buck makes a little laugh at this, but can't deny it.

They are stuck in their little bubble, and Buck forgets about everything around them, so he is really surprised when Hen talks again.

“We need to move him, Buck,” her voice is professional, but Buck sees in her eyes something he doesn't want to decipher. At least not for now. Maybe later. When he would be at home and with enough time to think about everything that happened today and about all his feelings.

He wants to come with Eddie to the ambulance and go to hospital with him. But he feels if he did it he might do something he shouldn't. Like … kissing his best friend. Buck again doesn't think deeply about it. It's not the time.

He still needs to find Chim. So he takes his hand away from Eddie's cheek.

“Ok, you two move him and come back to me. I`m going to stay to continue digging to find Chim.”

Tagging(no pressure) : @usercowboy @jobairdxx @rose-buddie @911onabc @swiftiediaz @alyxmastershipper @honestlydarkprincess @diazly @diazass @loveyourownsmiilee @gaydiaz @buddierights @the-likesofus @rogerzsteven if they have something to share

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truths33k3r4 · 3 months

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CHAPTER 21 - Lost Control

The silence of the hallway did nothing to relent the growing noise in Raph’s head. Over and over, he replayed the past 5 minutes of his fight with Leo.

‘ He’s never done this before.. It’s always “ You should’ve known better! “ or “ WISE UP, RAPH!”... And what the heck did he ask me.. AGH! STUPID BRAIN- Stupid. Stupid. STUPID. ‘

However deep he scraped into his mind, Leo’s words to him still remained hidden.

And it was driving Raphael mad.

‘ A question.. He had his brows up… It was a question- Ok what would he ask??....

Uh maybe “ Can I look at your arm? “... ‘

Raph’s cheeks softly warmed at the reminder of the pitiful squeak that escaped his face when Leo grabbed his sore arm. Despite the embarrassment of the memory, Raph let out a small smile. Even though Leo had been so angry with him, as soon as he knew Raph’s arm was in pain, he relinquished his tight grip. And then later switched to Raph’s left arm.

‘... Even when he’s as angry as me… He’s still above me. ‘

The times his oldest brother’s temper made an appearance were far and few between. Even when they were kids, when Sensei’s patience was on its last breath trying to recall the names of his four sons, he resorted to calling them “ Shizukana “( Tranquil ), “ Kisho “ (Temper), “No” ( Brain ), and “ Hanten” ( Spots).

Sensei knew what he was doing when he called Leonardo “ Tranquil”.

For as long as he’d kept watch over Leo, the little mutant always carried a soothing calmness to the chaos of the family. Whenever the brothers got into their usual tussles, Leo would quietly waltz into the room, pause and listen to both sides of the argument, process and discern who was in the right, and going by his judgment, grab and pull the instigator into a separate room to Sensei.

Somehow at a very young age, Leo carried a maturity only a senior person could hold.

And then…

.. there was Raph: The one who instigated the most.

The one who could never control the burning fire flickering in his heart…

… The one who hurt his brothers.

“ Mmmmnghhhh… “

Raph jolted at the sound of Lotus’ quivering voice. He looked down at her, cradled helplessly in his arms. He had forgotten he was even carrying her… It only felt like he was carrying Sensei’s thicker robe, or maybe a 8 year old Mikey.

He was somewhat used to the sensation from years of carrying his brothers.

There were times growing up that training became far more draining, leaving Raph carrying a very exhausted Mikey to bed, or a sore Don to his beanbag chair. But Leo never allowed someone to carry him. Even Sensei. No matter how physically spent he felt, he’d much rather drag his heavy feet and aching limbs to his bedroom on his own, than risk such humiliation. He was the oldest, and therefore he had to be the strongest.

‘ “Weakness isn’t a trait a leader should possess. NOT EVER.” ‘

Raph found it ironic when Leo stepped up as Team Medic at the age of 15. How the heck can someone be so good at carin’ for others when he’s so bad at carin’ for HIMSELF??? Leo was always the one to come running when one of the brothers scraped their knee, or twisted their ankle, or whatever. The brothers would joke that he slept with the first aid kit under his pillow.

.. How can that same brother get caught with blood all over his hands alone in the dead of night?

How can that same brother be found with an ice pack over his dislocated shoulder?

How can that same brother ask Raph to never tell his family about any of it?

‘.. At least I know when to ask for help..Sort of..’

Raph looked down, escaping from his memories, to study Lotus.

Her breathing had finally slowed down to a normal pace, and her eyelids fluttered and winced.

Now that he was holding her, he got to really see all the scars and bruises plaguing her body up close. Her skin was so pale. And the insides of her arms were bruised with black and blue. He could feel her bones nearly poking through her thin skin.

‘ This girl’s really gone through heck and back..’

Raph walked slower through the hallway, flattening his feet to make less movement so as to not disturb Lotus. With all the bruises and cuts, he knew to be more careful with his jostling movements.

He also realized, while focusing so hard to not move Lotus too much, that he was now squeezing her limp body up to his plastron. He could feel the small breaths rise up in her chest and then extinguish with a faint sigh.

They were way too short.

Normally a deep breath would last about two seconds.

Her's weren’t even lasting one.

‘ Gotta make sure to tell Leo about that..

Ughh… After.. I apologize, that is….’

As Raph arrived back at the brother’s bedroom, he noticed his youngest brother in bed laying on a pile of dirty clothes reading comics. Mikey gave his brother a small look, but then shot up when he saw who Raph was carrying.

“ Awwwww Raph, you’re a big softieeeee~” Mikey cooed as he reached to grab his phone.

Without skipping a beat, Raph immediately grabbed his lone sai left on the ground and chucked it full-force about 3 inches away from Mikey’s snout. Mikey let out a startled gasp, covering his nose with his other hand, and looked back at Raph with his eyes bugging out.

“ I WILL END YOU. “ Raph mouthed with the fierceness of a lion as he shone his sharp fangs to Mikey. “ PUT THE PHONE DOWN. “

Mikey paused for just a moment, contemplating if it would be worth it to retaliate.. But the look of barely- contained seething anger in Raph’s eyes made him rethink his choices.

But consequences have never stopped Mikey.

SOMEHOW- AGAIN- In the span of a FLIPPIN’ MILLISECOND- Mikey swiped up his phone, tapped the screen, slid down the ladder from his bunk, and zipped out the door.

Raph stood there, still holding Lotus, with his mouth gaping open and his head flipping from Mikey’s bunk to the door.

‘ ………….. I always thought three brothers were too many. ‘

With a low growl, Raph braced his core and bent his knees as he carefully placed Lotus onto the mattress. Thoughts pushed into his head as he pulled the covers over her, tucking her in as best he could. But this time, since he wasn’t in the annoying presence of his brothers, Raph allowed such thoughts to gain the front of his mind.

Normally, he would push against things that would pull unwanted emotions to the surface of his rough exterior. However much Mikey encouraged him to “ not ignore his feelings”, Raph knew better than to listen. Feelings lead to emotions. Emotions lead to hugs and tears; Something so awkward and… VULNERABLE for everyone involved. So, yeah, no thanks. Not his thing. He’ll leave that to Mikey.

However..

If there ever WERE times he would allow such things to cloud his mind and judgment, they would be felt BEHIND DOORS. NO ONE present.

Raph scoped out the room. It was only him and.. his unconscious roommate.

‘ …. Guess it’s safe enough to… ugh… feeeeeel. ‘

His eye brows lowered as he watched Lotus from the edge of the bed. Theories of the causes of her various cuts and bruises flew through his mind. He’s seen all kinds of injuries, (mostly by being the older brother of Mikey), bruises included. He also understood that they weren’t made by any trip or fall. The ones wrapped around her wrists seemed to be spread over a sizable dent imprinted into her skin.

Raph’s pupils constricted as he remembered the cuffs that had been strapped down on his own body. The jerks at that lab made sure to make them way too tight. He remembered how simply clenching his fists would squeeze a painful pressure into his wrists and upper arm.

He absentmindedly rubbed his right wrist as he shook his head to bring his mind back to the present.

‘ NO! I’m HOME. I’m SAFE. I’m OK. ‘

He thanked God that the shaking didn’t start again. He hated when things were out of his control. ESPECIALLY if it’s his own dang body.

That thought brought more to Raph’s mind. He laid his hand down next to Lotus’ on the edge of the bed.

‘ Looks like you’ve never been in control of anything in your own life…What the heck were you doin’ at that lab? What did they want with you… ‘

Raph jolted by a faint groan and a small voice.

“.... Th- thank you…Raph… “

He turned his head to look at Lotus, whom was now fighting to stay awake. Her eyelids hung low as she spoke looking up at him.

Raph allowed a subtle smirk on his face as he plopped down on the floor next to her. His eyes stayed glued to the ground as he patted the top of the covers where Lotus’ hand was peeking through.

“... No problem. “

Just as Raph began to lift his hand, the feeling of something quickly wrapping around it shocked his senses. His eyes shot up to see his hand clutched between Lotus’.

Everything went silent including Raph’s brain.

That's it for this chapter! :) This one was one of my easiest to write by far. ( Probably helps that Raph is the focus.)

Hope you enjoyed!

To God be the glory!

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