#please guys i wasn't kidding when i said i was panicking

[michaelpyromaniacal]

so i’m kind of panicking right now because i’m doing a science fair project on the gene that gives siamese cats the color pattern in their fur and we waited too long to infiltrate the siamese cats facebook group and now i don’t have the pictures i need for data collection so if anyone has a siamese cat, especially if it’s an outdoor cat, would you be willing to send pictures? I need two pictures, one taken in the summer and one in the winter, both with the same limb visible, and I need to know whether the cat lives indoor or outdoor and about where the cat lives - preferably as a line of latitude. I will trade pictures of my cats if you would like.

#cats #siamese #siamese cats #science fair #biology #genetics #tyrosinase #please guys i wasn't kidding when i said i was panicking #i'm kind of desperate #help me #photography #cat pictures #siamesecats #siamesekitten #cat pics #albinism #not quite but sort of #genetic mutation #high school #school problems #facebook #facebook science #but correct #my cats #tabby cats #dumb cat #kitten eyes #whatever tags it takes to get this in front of people within moral reason #i'm about this close to tagging it batman though #i'm that desperate

[steddiealltheway]

"Steve! You've got to help me. I panicked, and I told my Tinder date that you and Eddie have been dating for two years!" Robin yells as she storms into their living room. 

Luckily, Steve's gotten used to her entering their apartment in such a way over the past few years, but he barely registers what she says in her haste. He takes a moment to stare at her with his eyebrows drawn together in confusion, hoping the words will eventually make sense. 

They don’t. 

"What?" 

Robin paces back and forth while gesturing wildly with her hands. "You know how I do the thing where I ramble around girls I find really really hot? Well, I was doing that, and I brought you up and kept going on about how annoying my roommate is-" 

"Are you kidding m-" 

Robin continues as if she didn't just insult him. "And she kind of stopped and look at me and said, 'Your roommate is a guy?' And I got confused and said yes because why would I lie? And she got all uncomfortable and started asking more questions like if you were gay or straight, and I told her you were bi, and she got even weirder! So, eventually I just straight up asked her what was wrong, and she said that she didn't want to go out with me if my roommate was potentially into me. So I told her that wasn't a problem because you've been dating Eddie for two years." She finishes with that awkward lip bite she does which can be oddly endearing sometimes. But it’s not this time. 

Steve leans forward on the couch. "I'm sorry. You still want to go out with a girl who has no trust in my ability to keep things in my pants? As if she doesn't trust that you're a lesbian and if I ever made a move on you, you would absolutely punch me in the throat." 

Robin sits next to him and grabs his hands. "She's so so hot, Steve. Please." 

Steve rolls his eyes. "Fine, you can keep telling her that I’m dating Eddie, I guess." 

Robin breaks eye contact and starts picking at her nail polish. 

Well, that’s not a great sign. "What aren't you telling me?" 

Robin slowly looks at him in the way a dog looks at their owner after destroying their favorite shoes. "Okay, so then I really got a bit crazy, and when she asked me to show me pictures of you two together, I dropped my phone in my glass of water." She slowly pulls out her phone, and sure enough, it won't even turn on. 

Steve digs the heels of his hands into his eyes before grabbing her phone and stalking off to the kitchen to find rice and a bowl. Robin follows after him. 

"So, all I need to do is take a few pictures of you guys looking really coupley on dates and whatnot and make it look like they range over the past two years. I also told Veronica that I would let her meet you two sometime soon,” She rushes in to add the second thing before Steve can really process the first one. She just smiles, trying to look all sweet and endearing.  

Steve gives Robin the best bitchy glare he has, but she shoots him one back and counters by saying, "You owe me, and you know it." 

"For what?" Steve asks as he pours rice over her phone. 

Robin crosses her arms. "Three weeks ago, you kicked me out of the apartment without warning to have sex with some random girl, and I was left stranded for the night." 

Steve scoffs, "You went to Nancy's and slept in her very nice guest bedroom!" 

"You owe me!" 

Steve puts the bag of rice down and sighs. "Fine, but if Eddie doesn't agree, then I'm out." 

Robin smiles. "Deal." 

Steve hates how confident she is about the whole thing, so he calls Eddie and puts him on speaker. When he answers, Steve immediately says, "Hey, Eddie, you're on speaker with me and Robin, and she has a very ridiculous request for you. I'll let her tell you the details." 

After Robin recounts her night and Steve tries not to rant about how much of a bad vibe he gets from the girl, Eddie pauses for a bit to take it all in. Then, he says, "Robin, I really don't like this Veronica girl." 

"She's hot!" Robin retorts. 

Eddie snorts on the other line. "I'm in if Steve's in." 

Steve's jaw drops. Robin shoots him a big smile. "Perfect! What if we started on pictures early tomorrow? I've got a lot of random dates to prepare you guys for." 

Steve interrupts before Eddie can answer. "And why can't you show her like... three pictures of us cuddling on the couch?" 

"We need to cover our tracks as much as we can and cuddling on the couch a few times won’t do. Oh, we should hang a few pictures of you two around the apartment!" Robin plots excitedly. 

Steve runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. He can't believe he's doing this. They don’t even have pictures hanging up. 

"Tomorrow works for me," Eddie says, entirely oblivious to Steve’s internal struggle. 

But Steve can't help but get a little excited at the thought of seeing Eddie and spending a whole day with him. 

So, he sucks it up and says, "I'm free, too. And I'm excited to see you, Eddie. I've missed you." 

"I saw you yesterday," Eddie laughs on the other line. 

Steve blushes and argues, "Seeing you for a minute when I get my coffee doesn't count." 

"Whatever you say, pumpkin bread." 

Pumpkin bread? Steve scrunches up his nose in protest. “That’s one of the worst things I’ve ever heard.” 

"Just practicing for when we meet this Veronica girl, my peach." 

Steve can’t help but laugh. "We are not that kind of couple. But I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night. Sweet dreams, rubber ducky." 

Eddie laughs loudly on the other line and muffles the sound probably with his hand. 

Steve bites his lip, trying not to get too pleased at causing that reaction. 

"Good night, sweetheart." The line beeps three times as the call ends, and Steve can't help the smile that grows on his face. Sweetheart... he kind of likes that one. 

"Glad to see you two get into your roles," Robin says with a smirk. 

Steve jumps back, having forgotten she was there. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight.” With that, he quickly rushes off to his room before Robin can say anything else about the interaction. 

"Goodnight, dingus!" she calls after him joyously. 

This all better be worth it.

-:-:-:-:-:-

The next morning, Steve can't help but get a little nervous when Eddie sends him an "Almost there!" text. He has a feeling this whole thing is going to blow up in their faces or something. 

He's always known that Eddie's been cute. Hell, the first time he saw him, Steve thought he was hot. But he had never thought of them together after that. Sure, there was definitely a certain chemistry between them, but for some reason, Steve always saw him as off-limits. Especially since Dustin would kill him if he ever broke Eddie's heart. 

So, Steve learned to push down any feelings he's had for him over the years. And he's afraid that all those repressed feelings are going to come up today.  

There's a knock on his and Robin's apartment door, and Steve freezes. Hopefully his and Eddie’s friendship will survive whatever happens next.  

Here goes nothing.  

He opens the door to find a curly head of hair in front of him that isn't Eddie's. 

"Nancy?" 

"Hi! I'm here to take pictures today," she explains as she walks through the door, wiggling her Canon camera in her hand. "I thought Robin told you." 

"She certainly did not," Steve says and pinches his nose. He might kill her. He pushes the door shut, but it stops. 

"Hey," Eddie says peaking his head out from behind the door and catching Steve’s eye quickly. "Sorry, I'm late," he apologizes as he pulls Steve into a tight hug. 

Steve lingers in it, squeezing Eddie tightly, smelling the lavender shampoo he uses, and trying to make the moment last as long as he can. 

The sound of a camera shutter snaps him out of the moment. 

He pulls back and looks at Nancy. 

"Taking some candid pictures," she says unapologetically. 

But Steve doesn't care too much when he feels Eddie's hand linger on his back. "You're taking pictures for us? What happened to Robin?" 

"Yes, what did happen to Robin?" Steve asks raising his voice so she'll hear him. 

"Coming!" she yells then comes out of her room looking very strangely put together. Steve glances down at her wrist and notices her wearing her lucky black bracelet. When did she start wearing that again? 

"You look nice," Nancy says with a soft smile. 

"Thanks," Robin replies with a soft blush. 

Steve is definitely missing something, but he can't pay attention when Eddie is gently rubbing his back. He's going to end up dying on the spot. 

"Eddie!" Robin says, finally noticing him, "I see you brought the extra clothes." 

Steve glances down to where Eddie's suitcase sits on the floor. He does not remember him bringing that in. Shit, he's so distracted by his presence. Wait. "Why did you bring extra clothes?" he asks Eddie then notices how close they're standing. Oh, hello, Eddie's very soft-looking lips. 

"I told you we're covering two years. That means different seasons," Robin says as if the answer is obvious. 

Hell no. "There's no way in hell I'm wearing cold clothes outside in the heat." 

"Good thing I planned for us to stay in for those pictures," Nancy says with a smile on her face. "Now go change into one of your sweaters or something. Oh! Eddie, you should change with him so you two can color coordinate. It'll be so cute!" 

Steve adds Nancy to the list of people he might murder. 

Eddie's hand drops from his back as he wheels the suitcase into Steve's room. Steve follows and closes the door behind him. 

"Sorry for all this," Steve says, glancing around to make sure nothing embarrassing is laying out. 

Eddie shakes his head and brushes it off as if it's nothing, "Nah, it's all good. I think it could be fun if we let it. Color coordinating is a horrible idea though." 

"Agreed," Steve replies, deciding that his room looks fine. He opens up his closet and pushes his short sleeve clothes to the side to try to get to his sweaters hanging in the back. "What are you thinking for clothes?" 

"I don't care as long as you wear your yellow sweater for one of the pictures." 

Steve snorts. For some reason, Eddie had such an attachment to the thing. One time, he mistakenly put it in his designated donation bin, and he thought Eddie was going to cry when he found it. 

He had cradled the thing to his chest and dramatically said, "You don't understand, Steve. Some people's lives depend on you wearing this sweater. Their lives, Steve." 

Steve had rolled his eyes, put it back on a hanger, and hung it with the other sweaters. "Better?" he asked. 

"Much better."  

And the whole thing had been worth it to see the smile on Eddie's face - especially when Steve decided to surprise him by wearing it to the coffee shop the next day. 

"Whatcha thinking about?" Eddie asks with a smile, suddenly very close to him. 

Steve shakes his head as if shaking away the memory. "Nothing." 

Eddie raises an eyebrow but he doesn't push it before he goes back to his suitcase and starts laying out his clothes on Steve's bed. 

Steve strips off his shirt and pulls the sweater over his head. He glances down at his jeans and decides that Veronica probably won't remember what pants he was wearing in each picture. 

He turns to tell Eddie as much but freezes when he sees Eddie shirtless, sorting through the clothes to find the perfect assortment of layers. Steve swallows and adverts his eyes. He is not going to check him out while he's changing. He clears his throat and turns back to his closet. "I think we just need to change our shirts. Maybe outside, you can start with a base layer then add on top of that." 

Steve doesn't think he can stand to see shirtless Eddie with all his tattoos out in the daylight or the moonlight - if it takes that long. And he certainly does not want to let anyone else see that either. 

"That's smart, babe." 

Steve's hand squeezes whatever poor shirt he was grabbing a little too tight at the nickname. He's never been one for nicknames, especially over-the-top ones, but knowing it's Eddie calling him that as if he really does love him... it really does something for Steve. 

He doesn't reply as he grabs a few shirts and jackets and lays them out on the bed next to Eddie's stuff. 

He glances up at Eddie and almost breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that he has a shirt on. And a flannel. And his leather jacket. Thank goodness for layers. 

He looks back at Eddie's face and catches the exact moment that Eddie registers him wearing the yellow sweater. His eyes fill with unhinged excitement and joy. He walks right into Steve's space and leans down - oh my god - to talk to the sweater. 

"I've missed you so much. You know, it's so unfair that Steve only gets to wear you for a small part of the year. And he doesn't own anything short-sleeved in your beautiful color it seems." 

Steve puts his hands on his hips and stares up at the ceiling. He can't believe he's ever had trouble pushing down feelings for this man. 

(But he makes a note to himself to buy more things in yellow just for him.) 

There’s a loud knocking on the door, then Robin yells, “You two have been in there for a while! Everything okay?” 

“Eddie is talking to my sweater again!” Steve calls back. 

There’s a pause before Nancy says, “Sorry, we didn’t hear you right. What?” 

“I’m talking to his sweater! Be out soon!” Eddie yells. 

There’s some mumbling outside the door as Steve finally looks down at Eddie and asks, “Are you done?” 

Eddie smiles up at him. “Never.” 

But he straightens up and presses a quick kiss to Steve’s shoulder before he turns to leave the room. “That was for the sweater, not you,” Eddie clarifies. 

“Right,” Steve replies. Because that makes so much sense.

Today is going to kill him. 

Part two ;)

(This was meant to just be a ficlet for my dear friend @henderdads , and then it turned into a six-part fic. I hope you enjoy!! ((Especially you, Cass)) AO3 Link here!)

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steddie fanfic #stranger things

[mrswolffs-blog]

AUDACITY: Toto Wolff x Wife!Black!Reader

TW: CURSING, YELLING

The hectic race here in Monza had finally come to an end and it is now time for the post-race interviews. One by one, the drivers were asked questions about what happened during their drive and what they think could've been done differently; however, a specific question a young driver had pissed off the wife the Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team, Y/n Wolff as she march her way in front of the man, blocking the journalist's sight of him.

"Could you please repeat that question you asked?" Y/n asked to make sure she heard the man right. "I asked if he felt that since he hadn't been winning any races for Christian, if he thought that maybe his time here in Formula 1 is running out?" the man asked once again, this time with a bit of fear for what the shorter yet feisty woman had to say. "So, I wasn't hallucinating, I heard you correctly! Now let me educate you on something here since you seem to lack the knowledge! A driver's career doesn't just end because they've been constantly not making it to the podium, sure he hasn't been winning yet he did a damn good job at keeping himself in the top six and THAT should be praised considering the state of favouritism going on in his team. Next is to address the fact that yes, we all know that Christian Horner is an impatient man when it comes to certain things, however he would never be that foolish to let Sergio go and if he was, he would pay for it dearly at my hands as I would personally burn his headquarters and garages to ashes, not leaving a pinch of paper for him to start over from. Mark my words, as whatever it is that you call yourself, the post-race interviews are for questions about the race and shouldn't go to the extent of you putting doubts into any driver's mind. BE WARNED THAT THIS IS YOUR FIRST AND LAST WARNING AS YOU ARE WALKING ON THIN ICE SEEMING THAT I COULD'VE HAD YOUR CAREER ENDED ON THE SPOT. Now apologize!" She shouted in anger that someone who should've been able to be trusted to ask sensible questions was actually a complete idiot out for nothing but starting chaos.

"I'm very sorry Sergio, I didn't think my words would have been taken that seriously" said the man as he was on the verge of tears, out of fear that he almost lost his job due to a foolish question. "It's ok, no hard feelings. Just try not to make this mistake again or best believe she'll be back for you" Sergio said as he went over to hug the man, being in shock himself.

Toto had been doing an interview with his drivers, when George noticed what was about to happen and tapped Lewis on the shoulder. They both called for Toto's attention, where the trio along with their journalist, watched on as Y/n gave the visibly shaking man a piece of her mind. After that was done, the lady interviewing them decided to ask "So Toto, you've obviously seen what your wife had just done. What would your reaction be to her for this?" the journalist smiled as she awaited an answer from Toto who as himself looks genuinely scared. "My question is What the fuck do you all want me to do?! I'm not getting involve in that! The last time you all had me interfere, I was unable to sleep on my pillows for a month!" He replied in a panicked tone as Lewis and George were the only two who knew what his "pillows" meant. "Dude, you've got to be kidding me. You still call her breasts pillows? How comfortable could they be?" George asked in amusement that his boss was still obsessed with his wife's boobs. "Trust me Russ, they are very comfy, I've also added and new pair. The ass" Toto said making everyone, including the journalist laugh. "Alright, so I see you're unable to help the guy out, that's all the questions I have for you three. Have a nice rest of your day" the woman said as they replied, "Same to you."

Unbeknownst to them the cameras had still been filming LIVE and they manged to capture the response which sent the world into a spiral at the fact that such a giant of man's weakness was being able to sleep on his wife as it now became the biggest thing to tease him of whenever he did something he wasn't supposed to.

#toto wolff x oc #toto wolff imagine #toto wolff #toto wolff angst #toto wolff fluff #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff fanfic

[bohbee]

Genshin Characters when you have a nightmare.

Part 1

Part 2

I don't know when the others will come cause I am tiredd

Characters: Al-Haitham, Cyno, Tighnari, Wanderer, Childe, Ayato, Thoma

Warnings: blood [Al-Haitham, Thoma], strangulation [Childe], death [Al-Haitham, Childe, Cyno, Tighnari, Thoma], Dottore [Childe]

Notes: this was pretty sweet and its not proofread 💀

Masterlist

Al-Haitham

Purple flames incinerated everything around you, Sumeru city was destroyed. A large robot with maniacal laughter crushed bodies and buildings, and your eyes saw what it was holding, making your blood drain. Aether and Nahida.... their bodies bloodied and limp. "No, please wake up, guys." Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as the world started to shake, his crushing steps coming closer and closer.

"(y/n)"

Your ears faintly picked up on the quiet whispering, your light.... your savior. As if on cue, you shot up from your bed, Al-Haithams body slightly hovering over yours. Your terrified eyes met his calm ones, his hand carefully rubbed your shoulder reassuringly. "I'm here," he said softly. He placed your head on his chest and rubbed circles in your back.

"They defeated the false God. There's nothing to worry about." He hummed softly, the vibrations of his chest calming you down.

Your eyelids got Droopy, and you let sleep overwhelm your brain, Al-Haithams strong hold making you feel safe and secure.

Ayato

It wasn't often for you to have nightmares, so when Ayato had walked into his bedroom only to find his beloved crying and shaking in their sleep, he kind of panicked. He was used to taking care of his sisters nightmares as a kid. However, this was a completely different story.

He swiftly knelt on your side of the bed and rubbed your cheek softly. He quietly said your name to slowly wake you. His soft lips pepper kissed your face, causing you to jolt awake.

He quickly embraced you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. "My love, do you wish to speak about it?" He asked softly. You shook your head, causing his to nod, "Alright then, let's get some rest, okay?" He got in the bed and spooned your body. "I'll always be here to save you from those off-putting thoughts"

Childe (Ajax, Tartaglia)

It was dark. The only thing you could see was Childe restraint to a chair. Dottores shoes clicked on the floor behind you, "You see relationships leave room for vulnerability, Tartaglia." The blue-haired male said. Childes eyes widened as he started to thrash around in the chair. "There's no room for vulnerability in the fatui, you know that." The doctors hands grasped your neck tightly, panic searing through your chest as your oxygen slowly cut off.

Childes grunts and screams of agony slowly turned into ringing as your body thrusted forward, trying to breathe. However, Dottores hands never let go. Your vision got spotty before quickly turning to black.

"(Y/N)"

Your name was yelled, startling you from your awful slumber. Childes panicked eyes scanned your body, "archons finally your up." His strong, scarred arms pulled your shaking body tightly in his grasp. "They won't touch you, I'll kill every one of them if they try." His tone was dark but heavily reassuring. You nodded, not being able to trust your own voice.

He softly rocked your body and sang a quiet melody from his hometown. Assisting you back to rest.

Cyno

Dating Cyno meant that he would be gone for many weeks. He was supposed to come back three days ago, but he didn't. You asked everyone you could, but nothing was heard. And so you just had to wait. Each night he was gone, you had a nauseating nightmare of something tragic happening to him. This night wasn't different....

Tignnari rushed you to Gandharva Ville, telling you that something had gone wrong. Your heart raced as you rushed through the clinic, only to see your beloved lying on the table. His body was peaceful, his cheeks slightly sunken in, and you grabbed his hand, trying to shake him up. However, his fingers were ice cold "no no no Cy, please!" You whimpered, shaking his body harder. "Don't leave me here, cy..." You cried harder, praying to every Archon to bring him back.

~Cynos POV~

I sighed heavily as I finally entered my home, I had to prolong my expedition thanks to the sand storm that had hit. Silently, I took off my hat and walked to my bedroom, happily ready to see my spouse.

As I opened the door, my eyes landed on their shaking body. "Cy please" they whimpered, I rushed over to them, "Hey, hey. Wake up love, I'm here" he softly woke his beloved up and wiped their tears.

~(y/n) pov~

"Cy!" You exclaimed and jumped on him, bringing his body down onto yours. He let out a deep chuckle. "Where were you!" You asked, tears of relief streaming down your face.

"I got caught up in a sand storm..... I guess you could say I was Duned..... get it cause doomed and dune-" you cut him off by kissing his lips "never ever do that again, or I will sand you straight to the after life" you joked to him, he shivered slightly but smiled at your now happy demeanor. "You won't have to worry about me leafing you"

Tighnari

You and Nari had set up camp while you were exploring a new part of the woods. Nari decided to stay up first watch, so you laid down and closed your eyes...

It was everywhere, the withering zones had taken your home... your people. You looked at Gandharva Ville only to find the bodies of the ones you called family. Many researchers, watchers, and adventures laid on the ground. However, two of them had specifically caught your eye. The green-haired girl and the male with large ears laid limp on the ground, as if they were peacefully resting. Your throat erupted in a crackled sob as you tried to wrap your head around what was happening.

But a strong smell woke you up from your horrid imagination. Your eyes went wide, and you were met with gorgeous brown and green ones. He removed the herbs from under your nose "hey" he said quietly, his tail sort of hugging your waist. "You were whimpering. Why don't you grab the blanket and lay on my lap while I watch?" He offered. You shook your head and joined him outside. His delicate fingers drew intricate drawings on your back as you closed your eyes.

Thoma

Aether jumped up and grabbed the vision from Raiden. The two of them continued to fight. Thoma still restrained by the guards you watched in fear as your fiance went to go assist his blonde friend. However, in a swift motion, the guards' spear entered his abdomen.

Red painted the floor underneath his body, and you yelled his name as you tumbled to his body. His hand reaching out to you before falling limp.

You gasped, now fully awake from your traumatic dream. You turn to your fiancé who was now looking at you with confused eyes. "Hey, what's going on, my love?" He asked. You pounced on him, hugging his chest tightly, gaining a quiet humph from his chest.

"Please don't leave me," you said as tears dripped from your eyes, his heart panged against his chest. "I would never, ever. I promise to you." He softly kissed your forehead and hugged you close. "Don't let those bad memories flood your brain, I'm here and I'm not leaving."

Wanderer (kuni)

You and Kuni had dated for about 50 years before he turned into the 'wanderer', he was an awful person. But, he always had a spot for you, and so you stayed. So watching the man you love trample to the ground, only to come back again and not know who he was.... in simple terms destroyed you.

Yes he gained his memories back, but it still traumatized you to see that happen....

"Who are you?" The wanderer asked, his head tilting a bit to the side. "Kuni. Don't joke like that." You went to go grab his hand but he pulled away, your heart cracking slightly "I'm not joking..." your heart dropped. 'No' you thought to yourself 'this can't actually be happening'.

Your body shot up, catching the attention of the puppet who was at his desk. He turned around and looked at your body, shaking and crying. Though he didn't understand what was going on, he knew that you were in a place of vulnerability.

"Doll? What happened?" he said sternly, "the same nightmare." Your mumble was weak as you hugged yourself tightly. He sighed and walked over to you, getting into the bed. You hugged his chest tightly, as if he wasn't gonna be there the next day. "I am still your same Kuni, just with a small upgrade." He said softly, slowly rubbing your back. It wasn't often that he would be this affectionate. But he had felt guilty for causing you such turmoil. "Go on back to sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up." He said, his words reassuring you. "Promise?" He smiled and nodded "Duh"

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I think this was good.

#genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin reader insert #kunikuzushi x reader #childe x reader #wanderer x reader #al haitham x reader #tartagalia x reader #ajax x reader #thoma x reader #ayato x reader #cyno x reader #tighnari x reader #genshin oneshots

[c1tr1sfl0w3rs]

Soft!dark!Ethan Landry x pastors!daughter!reader P2

18+ NSFW P1

Your father was a man of God. He taught you the bible and what was right and what was wrong. What happened between you and Ethan, went against everything he had ever taught you.

After it happened you were overwhelmed with guilt, you even took off your purity ring because you couldn't be a liar on top of a whore.

Ethan was a gentleman, which surprised you. The words of your father echoed in your head "Never give it up to a boy before marriage, because once they have what they want they'll leave you looking like a foolish whore." He wasn't like that, he went above and beyond for you, little gifts every day flowers, chocolates or coffee. Ethan reassured you, that what you did together was normal and there was nothing to be ashamed of. He even stayed when you found out you were pregnant. (Of course you didn't know this is what he had wanted.)

You were panicking, how were you going to tell your father? You couldn't get rid of the baby, and lord Ethan stood by you the whole time. He said he would support any choice you made but told you he wanted to keep it, and raise the baby together.

Both of you had made up your mind, you were keeping the baby, which means you had to tell your father. So you decided to soften the blow by calling your mother and arranging a dinner, you said it was so they could meet your boyfriend. The happy giggles from your mother lessened your anxiety, she would be more understanding than your dad, and she would calm him down, get him to forgive you when the time came.

--------------------------------------------------

The dinner was surprisingly pleasant. Ethan and your mother were getting along good, your father was in a better mood than you thought he would be. As the dinner was wrapping up Ethan volunteered to help your mom with the dishes giving you room to talk to your father.

"So daddy, what do you think of him?" Your voice came out stronger than you expected. "He seems like a good kid, I'm just not sure about him yet." The whole dinner you had been very careful about not drawing attention to your hands, so no one would notice your absent ring.

"Dad, I have to tell you something very important. Please promise me you won't be mad?" He looked at you curiously. "Honey I could never stay mad at you, you can tell me anything." Liar, you knew he was lying but you couldn't avoid telling him the truth any longer. "I'm pregnant, and it's Ethan's." You said so quietly you didn't think he heard you, however the way his whole body became tense told you he did.

He put a hand over his eyes, sprt of squeezing his temples. He did some sort of chuckle, your anxiety heightened. You could feel this was about to get ugly. "So that son of a bitch inside made a liar and whore outta my daughter?" He asked so calmly and your tears began to fall. "I'm sorry dad, but he loves me and said he'd stick by me no matter what, he's a good guy."

"So if any guy told you that you'd just spread your legs for them, you're dumber than I thought." The tears turned into sobs at that point. He stood up and made his way into the kitchen. You could hear your father yelling obscenities at Ethan, and Ethan trying to calm him down. Your mother also began to raise her voice telling your dad to back down. All you could do was cry though. What had you expected? This was the consequences of your actions. As the yelling got worse you couldn't take it anymore and went to go sit on the porch.

The warm air felt freeing. The setting sun comforting you, the chirping birds song distracting you from your thoughts and the shouts from inside.

It was a while before your mother beckoned you back inside where she took a seat at the dining table next to you father and across from Ethan. Who you say next to, the second you were sat he took your hand and ran his calming thumb over the back of your hand.

"Sweetheart, your father and I were talking about it and he compromised on a solution. We'll support you both through this if you get married." Your father wouldn't look you in the eye and you knew he would probably disown you if you said no. The problem was you didn't know if that's what Ethan wanted. The both of you were so young and you didn't kno-

Ethan's voice cut you out of your thoughts. "I want to, I'll do it if you want to baby." His attention now turned to you.

Those pesky tears came back and you fell into his arms. He held you so tight but not on a suffocating way, in a way that the ache in your heart lessened.

"We want to get married." Your voice finally spoke, it was shaky and scratchy from crying but it was there.

"Oh honey" your mom came over and hugged you tight. "It'll have to be a quick wedding, but this is so amazing, welcome to the family Ethan."

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The wedding was indeed fast, before you started showing. It was simple but beautiful, your side of the family was surprised but supporting.

Your father had been practically silent since that dinner. At least towards you, but when he walked you down the aisle he gave you a quick hug before letting you go and you knew he had forgiven you.

The ceremony was short and sweet, Ethan's vows were breathtaking, they made you cry. You felt your vows were enough but nothing compared to his. You had your first kiss as wife and husband. Ethan was an aweful dancer, he almost made you fall multiple times. His warm hands over yours as you cut the cake together and fed it to eachother.

You were over the moon and after the wedding was over Ethan took you back to your shared apartment. As you both took off layers of your complex yet beautiful outfits he began to speak.

"Bunny you were so pretty today, had to hold myself back from bending you over and splitting you open on my cock in front of everyone." He came up behind you massaging your shoulders then he leaned real close to your ear "Do you want me to split you open? Make you cry and come until you're all dumb in the head?" His tone was so condescending but the way his breath tickled your cheek. You felt warmth spreading through you, the kind only he knows how to pull from you. "Please Ethan, please please plea-" He laughed, hands that were once massaging your shoulders now pulling down the straps of your gown. Letting it fall to the floor. "Begging already and I haven't even done anything, it's ok I know how desperate you get. Go wait on the bed for me wifey."

You say on the bed patiently waiting for your husband to come take care of you, like he always did. The hormones from the baby made you need him so much it almost hurt.

He finally came in. Only wearing his dress pants. He looked so good, his exposed upper half. His chocolate curls and that mischievous look in those puppy eyes.

"Look at you baby. God you're so pretty."

He walked towards you until he stood between your open legs. Ethan leaned down and you met his lips in a hungry kiss. His tongue lead yours and you moaned into his mouth.

He broke the kiss and gave you the most sinful smile. He fell to his knees, his head leaned against your pillow like thighs. He kissed up and down your legs. Sucking a mark right next to your core.

"Bunny you're so wet." He said as he pulled your panties to the side, your slit dripping for him. He licked a stripe up your folds and you let out a broken moan.

He started to suck on your clit as his fingers teased your opening. It felt so good, there was no way this could be a sin. The man has to be an angel.

His long thick fingers pushed into you and curled up, hitting that special spot. Your thighs tightened around his head as you moaned and moaned.

He ate you like a starved man, getting you closer to that edge. "Oh Ethan, I'm gonna-" You couldn't even say it. The wave of euphoria engulfed you. You clenched around him and he helped you ride it out, but he didn't stop after you came no he kept going at the same pace. He lapped at your clit and fucked you with his fingers. "It's too much, Ethan please." You tried to pull away but his hand on your hip kept you anchored. "I'm not done with you. You can take it." He said quickly then went back to devouring you. The second orgasm came embarrassingly quickly, and somewhat painfully. You were so overstimulated but he just kept going.

Your head was foggy, all you could do was moan. Ethan had been between your legs for what seemed like forever. You don't even know how many times you had come. "Etha- oh God please I can't" you said, voice scratchy as you tried to get away from his overwhelming touch. He didn't say anything, just sped up his efforts between your legs. You came again, except this time you squirted in his mouth. He made sure none of it went to waste, and finally he moved away from your sore pussy. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing ever, and to him you were. Legs shaking like a baby deer, tears down your face and a cute gushing pussy. You were his own paradise. He looked just as disheveled, your slick running down his chin, curls a mess from you tugging on them and his aching dick, bulging out of his dress pants.

He pulled his pants and boxers down, and held onto his aching cock. The tip flushed red leaking precum. Then he slid your sticky panties down your trembling legs. "Hope you didn't think I was done yet bunny. Need to feel your sweet pussy." You moaned at his words and knew you were gonna feel him for days after this.

He gave you no warning, he just pushed inside you, your previous orgasms making it easy. He let out a pathetic moan as he began to fuck you at a brutal pace. His hips pistoning into yours. His pubic bone hitting your sensitive clit and his balls slapping against your ass. You couldn't think or feel anything but him, not even noticing you were drooling all over your sheets. "Awh poor baby can't even take my cock without going dumb even though she was begging for it earlier." He felt you clenching on his dick and knew he wasn't gonna last with the way your pussy was sucking him in. He lifted your legs from around his waist and placed them on his shoulders. The new angle making you cry out. His brutal pace didn't stop as he circled your clit. You came hard and he fucked you through it, and finally he painted your inside with his cum. "You did so good for my bubby, I love you, now let's get you cleaned up." He said but as he saw his cum trickle out of you he pushed it back in with two fingers. "Gotta make sure my baby stays nice and full with my cum."

As he cleaned you with a wet rag he couldn't help but smile, his plan had went much better than he thought. You now had his last name, with a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly. He didn't think your parents would demand the two of you get married but it made keeping you so much easier. He was gonna make sure that after you gave birth to his first child that you were pregnant again. He was gonna keep you nice and filled with babies <3

AHSJSJSN Ethan brain rot, hope you enjoyed and let me know what you wanna see next.

Sunny out ✌️

#ethan kirsch #ethan landry #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ghostface #scream 6 #soft!dark! fic

[kataloviekuri]

Puppy | Shanks x Fem! Reader [ Part 2 ] ♡

Warning : English is not my first language !!

a/n : I didn't plan to write part 2 but a few people were asking for it , so here's part 2 !! This part might not be good and I had a hard time writing it but I tried ! (T▼T) Hope you enjoy!!

➱ part 1

" Mama ... Can I play now ? "

Your son asks , a pencil between his lips , looking at you with puppy eyes , silently asking " please mommy " .

You laugh and rub his soft red hair , which is almost touching his shoulder .

" Okay but you have to come back at 5 " You answer and peck his forehead .

" Thanks mommy !! " He grabs the strawhat you made for him and runs out of the house . He wanted to have a strawhat like Luffy's that he winced about it everyday so you made it by yourself and gave him as a present for his 5 years old birthday .

You sigh and lean back against the back of the chair and close your eyes , your hand on your forehead .

You miss Luffy . Thinking about the time when everybody in the village was celebrating when his wanted poster came out and your son couldn't stop talking about how Luffy was so cool and awesome and he's going to be King of The Pirates soon but you told him it's not that easy . He was a big brother for your little son . Your son once told you that he wants to be like Luffy when he grows up .

You can't help but think about your son , how lonely he is since Luffy sailed away . You know he hides it because he doesn't want to make you sad . You always blame yourself for not making him happy .

There were nights when you couldn't sleep , depressed and lonely , but your beautiful son was there for you , you watched him sleep and ran your fingers through his hair , it always made you feel okay .

But still , you're so lonely ...

The only one that kept you going before your son was born was Luffy . And now you live for your son . At nights , you cry yourself to sleep , you were carrying a baby and no one was beside you .

It was all his faults ... you blame him . You hate him , you tried so hard to hate him but you couldn't ...

You love him . You still love him after all this ...

You love him so much , but you're not going to think about him anymore . You'll try not to ...

The small boy slowly walk along the shore , his little feets sinking into the sand , he squints his eyes , looking down at the sand , searching for small seashells . Suddenly the wind blows his hat off . The boy panicks , ready to run and get his hat back .

A person appears in front of him and grab the strawhat , the boy stops as he looks up at the person , his eyes widen as he smiles and runs towards the person .

" Here you go , little guy "

The boy hugs his strawhat close to his chest then put it on his head .

" Why is your hair looks the same as mine , Mister ? "

" Humm .. I don't know " " What's your name ,kid ? "

" Soma .. and you ? "

The man crouch down and smile at him .

" My name's Shanks "

" Come with me !! I want to thank you and my mommy makes the best meals in the world !! You're going to love it " Shanks eyes widen when Soma hold his hand and leads him towards the village .

Finally ... After years Shanks found himself standing on the land of Foosha Village again .

He couldn't wait to meet you ... to see your face again . It won't be easy , he didn't know what you've been doing after he left . Maybe you have someone new ? A boyfriend ? Or worse , what if you were a married woman and carrying someone's child ?He hate to think about it .. he wants you all to himself , but you're more important than anything , so he's happy if you're happy .

It wasn't even an hour when Shanks thought you'd slap him in the face when you see him but here he is ... sitting at the little dinner table with you and your son- No his son , the red hair said it all . He felt his heart dropped when he saw that boy from a far , he thought he was seeing his younger self . And that strawhat ...

God .. he feels bad . He feels so fucking bad for you .

He couldn't even imagine you dealing with all the problems alone . He wants to apologies , get on his knees , taking your hands in his , begging you to slap him , hit him so you feel a little better . But not now , he has to wait . He's ashamed of himself , he left you with nothing , didn't even know that you were carrying his son and now he's just sitting with you and Soma like nothing happened .

You avoid looking at him since he stepped into your house with Soma's hand holding his . Shanks eyes always following you and hoping you would look at him just for a second . But you didn't . You talk to Soma and smile whenever the boy answers the question , your eyes filled with love . You were acting like he doesn't even exist .

The dinner was awkward and uncomfortable for you . You felt a little sad because Soma's full focus was on Shanks . The entire time , Soma didn't even care that he brought a stranger Well , not exactly a stranger in the house . You are washing the dishes and Soma and Shanks are still are in the living room . Not typically a living room since your small house doesn't have a room except for the bathroom .

You look back slightly , to see what they were doing .

Soma is showing Shanks his notebook which is full of sketches . He loves to draw . Your eyes shift from Soma from Shanks , who's already looking at you . You froze and look away immediately .

Fuck ...

It was getting dark , Shanks decided that this is the time to speak to you .

" Alright, little guy . I'm going back now "

Shanks chuckles when Soma pouts , looking a little sad .

" But you'll come back tomorrow right !? We will play together " Soma looks at Shanks with hopes in his eyes . Shanks smiles softly and pat the boy's hat .

" Of course, we can play whenever you want "

" Yayyyy!! "

" It's bedtime , Soma " You speak from near the dinner table , looking down at the boy . You feel Shanks looking at you , but you just keep your eyes on your son.

" Okay , Mommy . I'll get clean up now " Soma

Shanks heart melts at his son's reply , Soma seems to love you as much as he do . His eyes shift from Soma to you .

" When did you return? " Your voice was loud in this little house , it was dark outside and almost too quiet since you live a little far from the village .

" This afternoon " He slowly get up and stands in front of you , you finally look up at him but say nothing .

His hand reach out to touch your cheek but you take a step back . The action clearly hurts him but he keeps his cool .

" Sweetheart- "

" Don't .. " You take a deep breath , looking down at the floor . Shanks keeps quiet , waiting for you to continue .

" You- You can't just come back like nothing happened . I was- Fuck- It was hard Shanks , I was all alone , carrying your child when you're away looking for some exciting adventure !! "

You tried to stay calm but thinking about those day when you struggled all alone makes you feel irritated . You didn't know you were crying until Shanks's thumb wipes them away . You cry even more when he hold you tightly , mummering apologies . " I'm so sorry , sweetheart . I'm really sorry . You can hit me all you like please don't cry " . You put your hand on his arm as he lightly kiss your temple . You pull away as he rest his palm on your cheeks .

" Please leave now , Shanks " You whispers . Shanks gives you a gentle smile . He looks at you before opening the door . " I love you " Then he leaves . You feels the urge to run after him and hug him tightly and say " I love you too " . But you hold yourself back .

" Mommy , are you okay ? " Soma is looking at you with worries in his eyes . You wipe your tears one more time before lifting him up and hugging him tightly . Soma giggles " Mommy , I can't breath ! "

You kiss his forehead before setting him on the bed . He immediately put his head on your chest and throw his leg over you as you lie down next to him .

" Mommy .. I'm sorry " Soma looks at you with sadness in his eyes .

" What ? Why baby ? " You frown .

" I know you told me not to talk to strangers but Shanks is different . I just knows that he's a nice guy when he looked at me and you looked mad during the dinner . I was scared that you'd mad at me . I'm sorry I didn't listen to you Mommy "

You heart melts , he is looking at you with puppy eyes just like his dad ... You smiles brightly and kiss him all over his face as his laugh filled the house .

" I could never be mad at you , honey . Thank you for worrying about me . I love you "

" I love you more " He kiss your cheeks and close his eyes .

When you open your eyes , the sun was already shining brightly . You groan and slowly get up from the bed . You can't even open your eyes fully because they are too sticky and you don't feel like opening it at all but you have work to do . You quickly take a shower ,wear a nice simple gown and kiss Soma's forehead .

" Wake up , Soma .. it's time for school " Well , it's actually not a school . A year ago , a young man moved to the village and requested to teach the kids how to read and write , which all the villagers gladly agreed . It took ten minutes to wake up Soma , you scolded him abit about it and he started looking at you with puppy eyes , he knows it's your weakness. You sighed when he finally gave up and agreed to go .

Your eyes widen as soon as you open the door . Shanks was standing in front of the door , holding a big bouquet . He's staring at you so deeply that it almost make you shy . He steps closer and hand you the bouquet . You don't say anything as you gently took it .

" Thank you ... " You whisper .

" Take a walk with me ? " He asks , looking at you with puppy eyes . You shouldn't be doing this . But you've missed him .. so fucking much . You though you were too tough and could've ignore him but in reality you just fell in love with him again .

" Okay "

Shanks , holds his arm out for you . You timidly slipped your arm through his as you both starts walking .

" I saw Luffy's poster " Shanks is the one who started the conversation . " He's a big guy now . I'm proud of him " He continues .

" Yes , everyone was so happy for him when the poster came out " You replied . Suddenly he stops walking , you look at him wondering why he stops but he's already looking at you .

His fingers touching yours before holding your hand tightly , foreheads almost touching as he took a deep breath before started speaking .

" I miss you sweetheart , so fucking much . I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you were pregnant , I didn't even know you were carrying my child- Fuck I'm such an asshole " He closes his eyes for a moment then continues to speak .

" I know it's not easy to forgive me but let me make it up to you .. " He hold your cheeks delicately , gazing into your eyes .

" It's no use , Shanks .. you're going to leave me again " You look down and says nervously , eyes starting to well up .

" Marry me " Your eyes widen , you feel like you can't move all of a sudden . What- What did he just say ? Did you hear it right ?? He chuckles and kiss your forehead . " What- "

" I said marry me , sweetheart " You're looking at him like he's crazy . " Come with me , there're many countries under my flag . I'll keep you and Soma safe " . You sniff , wiping your tears but they just keep falling down . Then Shanks face expression changes as he hold you in his arms tightly ,cooing you like you're a crybaby . After a while , you calm down but still sniffing and breathing heavily , Shanks holds your cheeks and lifts your face .

" So , will you- " You grab his face and kiss him before he could finish the question . He kisses you back , hard . Both of you have missed each other so much , the kiss become sloppy and messy . You pull away , Shanks tries to kiss you again but you push his shoulders slightly . He is breathing so hard , you giggle and kiss his nose .

" So when's the wedding ? "

#one piece #one piece live action #opla shanks x reader #shanks x reader #akagami no shanks

[markantonys]

My Mom Reacts To: wheel of time season 2 episodes 1-4 (season 1)

episode 1

"if i had to carry water all that way for a bath, i'd get a smaller bathtub" you know what? that is a very fair point. just get a smaller tub, moiraine!

mom, #1 Lan Stan: so, he doesn't have any powers, right? except cunning and strength and loyalty of course me: of course

mom: so liandrin wants nynaeve to become red because she........doesn't want her to have a warder? me doing a great aes sedai truth-telling: nynaeve is really powerful so liandrin wants to recruit her for her own team

my dad predicted moiraine was scamming bayle domon and loved it when it was revealed that she was. as always, not too much commentary from him because he remains silent and seems to not be paying attention for most of the time, only to randomly come out with a completely correct prediction or read on a scene.

"i don't think it's true that neat and tidy things can't be worthwhile 🙄" clearly my mom subscribes more to the Egwene School Of Thought than to the Alanna School Of Thought

lan to moiraine after she is Mean to him: make dinner yourself mom: GOOD FOR YOU

when lan brings her the plate later and puts it on top of the maps: "what if he gets greasy food all over her maps?"

"ugh i hate dark scenes where i can't see anything" [scary fade appears] "okay maybe it's good that i can't see"

episode 2

my mom got all confused about rand's dream of him killing his friends and wondered at first if it was real, please pray for her when tel'aran'rhiod is introduced later

"HE'S BALD??????" all of us when we first saw s2 rand's new look djkfgjh

"they must like him here if he gets free food" my boy, beloved wherever he goes :')

she wasn't particularly fond of mat last season, but he's gotten quite a few laughs so far this season! (notably the moment when we ALL fell in love with New Mat, when he was miming liandrin locking the door)

she gave an annoyed TUH! at elayne dissing egwene's room, but didn't comment further, possibly because i'd just told her 20 seconds earlier that elayne was my favorite character and she didn't want to offend me jdkfgh

she was like "wait, is she blue or green???" during a scene where alanna was wearing a slightly-darker-than-normal green outfit, so i think it was definitely a good call by the show to dress aes sedai in their ajah colors always. hard to keep track otherwise!

after moiraine had her hand on her knife when verin revealed she knew about the dragon: "what was she gonna do?? just stab her right in front of all the others??? that's ridiculous!" djkfjg points were made! poor moiraine just kinda panicked and lost all her braincells for a moment there.

my mom was a randgwene shipper last season so i thought she was gonna be pissed about rand hooking up with a strange new woman whilst egwene mourns his death, but she has not said a single word about that situation yet! i did once catch her reading lanfear's wiki article which she'd gotten onto after reading lan's because "i just want to know what happens to him and i'm not going to read all those books" so maybe she retained some info from lanfear's article that made her suspect something fishy with selene?

she recognized min from s1 right away and hastened to add her to her handwritten character list, when other characters needed a couple scenes to get that honor, and i remember she laughed a lot at min's lines last season and she did again today. guys, if my mom becomes a min stan, i may never recover lmao (i'm mostly kidding, show!min has done nothing wrong and is cool. MOSTLY kidding.)

re: the list, i told her she wasn't allowed to google and print out a list of characters because she would see spoilers, only to accidentally spoil her myself last season by instinctively writing liandrin's name down in the "bad guys" column and making her ask "wait, so she's ACTUALLY a villain, not just mean??", rip (but i played it off as "oh she's just unfriendly to moiraine so that's why i put her there" so we shall see whether or not she ends up being surprised by the black ajah reveal)

when min was saying how she sees glimpses of the pattern, my mom made a connection to perrin seeing the past earlier, which i thought was very interesting! (since we hadn't yet learned that what he saw was actually a sending from the wolves.) min's viewings and wolfbrothers are the two major magical powers that have nothing to do with the one power, and it always minorly bugged me that they don't Fit In to the rest of the magic system (despite my apparently-hypocritical mocking of people who get hung up on lore rules etc haha), so i just thought it was neat to think of them in conjunction with each other.

mom, shocked and dismayed: MAT'S GOING TO KILL RAND???????? me: [vibrating with glee over The Great Cauthor Stabbening]

when nynaeve is taken to the arches: "so is she getting a promotion?"

there was some line during the moiraine-lan divorce that got a big offended gasp from our #1 Lan Stan, but i forget which one it was (it wasn't "we were never equals" it was an earlier one)

my dad just laughed when they first showed suroth and her redonkulus getup jkjfg the correct reaction to the pomp and ceremony of seanchan high blood

episode 3

when the aes sedai were saying nynaeve was ready to take the test my mom was like "NO SHE ISN'T!!!!" and was pressed about them rushing her into it

during the bandit attack in the test: "boy, i wouldn't want to live in this world!"

when nynaeve left the tower my mom was like "is this what happens in the books?!" and i couldn't reveal yet that it was still part of the test so i just instinctively said "you'll see" which is my response to everything, and she was like "no i won't, i'm not reading all these books" lmao

my dad during the version of mashiara playing during the lanaeve reunion: why is "somewhere over the rainbow" playing

sheriam: she wasn't ready mom: THAT'S WHAT I SAID!!!!!!!!!!!

she was genuinely very upset for a moment because she thought nynaeve was dead, but i think she then guessed pretty quickly that It Ain't Over Yet

scene transition from nynaeve being left in the arches over to the seanchan: "we're going from bad to worse!"

i was dithering over uno's impending death because i didn't want to spoil them but i thought my mom might want a trigger warning, and thankfully my dad went "that horn looks like it's in a dangerous spot" when they first made uno kneel, so i was all clear to say "yeah this is about to get gory" lmao

my dad wondered if suroth was the dark one which fascinated me! i think everyday negroes had the same thought, iirc. i guess it IS the logical conclusion when you know that ishy is the dark one's right-hand man and in this scene we see him being suroth's right-hand man!

my mom thought elayne might be evil or a spy! how could she! i guess she isn't accustomed to wheel of time strangers just being friendly without an ulterior motive djkfg i didn't outright say her theory was wrong because i'm not about to be a booksplainer, but i'm sure i was so visibly baffled at the idea of elayne being evil that i shot down the theory nonetheless haha

when liandrin goes to visit mat again: "how does she have time for all this? she has her sick son, she has mat, and she has whatever else she does at the tower"

when liandrin blames mat for nynaeve's death: "this lady is CRAZY!!"

mat's "is that an 'i'm here to murder you' stare or a 'light i never realized how handsome you are' stare" line was a big hit! love to see my boy getting some appreciation in this house

...............which he promptly squandered when he a) initially left his cell without freeing min too, and b) did not go comfort egwene. but i pointed out that liandrin's been psychologically tormenting him for months into thinking his friends are better off without him, because i couldn't bear to see them judge my boy!

"it's like we're in 18th century france!" was the first thing out of my mom's mouth when they went to the cairhienin party, i'm sure the costume designers would be thrilled!

mom: how did this lady from the poor district get them into a fancy party? and how could she afford these clothes? 🤨 me: 🤷👀

when logain pours out the wine: "AFTER ALL RAND'S HARD WORK TO GET IT!!"

why did my dad laugh when the inn was on fire jdkfg maybe he just likes to see rand have a bad time

mom: jeez, maybe rand shouldn't stay in other people's houses anymore me: i'm sure rand's thinking the same thing

mom at the end of the test: it's so sad that they keep getting glimpses of the nice lives they could've had 😔

episode 4

mom 2 seconds before the camera reveals who the visitor is: is her little sister moiraine? [camera shows moiraine] mom: I GUESSED SOMETHING FOR ONCE

"it's pretty rude to show up to someone's house and then say 'i don't have time to hang out with you'!"

selene: the fire wasn't your fault rand mom: well it kinda was actually

there was some moment where my dad referred to "sneezing and burning down an inn, or whatever he did" and it killed me, i wish i could remember the context bc it was even funnier in context

"i speak with the amyrlin every time i open my mouth" was also a hit! as was perrin asking if he would turn into a wolf and elyas saying "don't be stupid"

mom when moiraine waltzes into the foregate dressed to the nines: i thought she wanted to keep a low profile

just earlier that day we'd been bemoaning the lack of pockets in women's clothing, as one does, so my mom was like "[delighted] now THAT'S a pocket!" when moiraine fit a whole-ass knife into the pocket of her fancy dress. WOT costumers understand the importance of giving girls pockets! lanfear's outfits have a lot too

my dad said "she seems like a bad guy" about selene during the mountaintop scene, he been knew! but he ended up falling asleep and missing the reveal that he was right

meanwhile, mom: "i'm just waiting for a monster to crawl up that cliff and get them"

when alanna & co go through lan's bags to get the poem: "aww, i thought they were his friends! 😔"

mom: too bad moiraine won't just ask her sister about rand, she talked to him at the party! anvaere: so if you want to know where that redheaded boy is, you'll have to ask me very nicely over tea mom: [just as smug as anvaere]

when ishy shows up at min's room: "how is he EVERYWHERE????"

she didn't seem TOO surprised when liandrin attacked the girls, and she clocked that liandrin was working for ishy after this scene with min (or rather, she asked me if that was the case and i said "you'll see")

she let out the fondest chuckle when rand was like "[choking back tears] i'm going to leave now, thank you" he is BABY YOUR HONOR!!!

as the Lanfear Reveal started my mom said "i just knew she was evil" so that must be why she was so silent on the relationship and so un-judgmental of rand, she must've clocked selene's Bad Vibes from the start! or else she retained something from reading lanfear's wiki article a while back lmao

even so, she went "OH MY GOSH!!!!" and clapped her hands over her mouth in shock when moiraine slit lanfear's throat, which i think is one of her biggest reactions to anything in either season so far! the initial stabbing, zero reaction, but the followup throat-slitting, freakout.

the "i'm a monster too" line + Undead Lanfear Moment has her CONVINCED that forsaken are some kind of creatures or zombies, i'm trying to explain they're just humans who are really powerful and evil haha

at the final shot of lanfear: "i'm going to have nightmares! i'll have to go read my murder mystery to calm down before bed." duality of woman

#wot #wot on prime #the wheel of time #wot show spoilers #i forgot how comparatively slow-paced and calm the first half of the season feels #so i can't WAIT to see the reactions to the second half when shit's hitting the fan 24/7

[eddiemadmunson]

Angel

Summary: You are Heleana’s best friend and one day you catch Aemond’s eye and everything in your life will change upside down. 

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Word Count: 1, 600 

Warnings: none for this part, there will be smut later

Tag: @the-phantom-of-arda ​​​ @hamatoanne ​​​

You honestly didn’t know how you could forget about something so important. You and your best friend Helaena Targaryen decided to spend an afternoon at her house, watching movies on their giant screen in the cinema room, eating popcorn and having good time. You were choosing what movie you want to watch first when your mum sent you this message “Where the fuck, are you Y/N?” you didn’t understand what is going on. Then you opened your Google calendar and you started cursing. Your little sister has a school recital at her nursery school and you totally forgot about it. You rushed out of the door, panicking, your eyes wide with fear. Your mum was really strict. You could be 22 years old but you were still scared to make her mad. And coming late to your sister's school recital would make her mad for sure.

“She is going to kill me, Hel. No, do you know what is worse? Tiffany will be so disappointed that I won’t see her dancing and singing. She is Snow White, she got the main part. How could I forget,” you were talking so quickly that Helaena almost couldn’t understand what you were saying.

“I need to call Uber, but I will still be late,” you whined. 

“You don’t have to, I have perfect solution for you,” Helaena clapped her hands and pointed to front door. Her little brother Aemond sat astride on his big black motorbike ready to go somewhere. 

Well, there was nothing little about Aemond Targaryen, from his tall frame to his big ego. He might be 2 years younger than you but it felt like if he is the adult and you the kid. He was making you so nervous simply by his presence. He had this bad boy dangerous aura around him. He wasn't home very often, but when you met him in the house he usually ignored you or just simply hummed at you as a greeting. You honestly doubted that he even knows your name. 

But he was stupidly handsome. You would never admit it to anyone but you had the biggest crush on him. He was everything you shouldn't crave but you couldn't stop admiring him from safe distance. Aemond and Aegon both played football for the school team and they were good, really good. You were a huge football fan so you dragged Helaena to every single one of their games taking it as an opportunity to drool over him without anyone noticing. She didn't care about the game or the results but she was really supportive sister and loved cheering for her brothers. She was always sitting next to you in Aegon’s or Aemond’s jersey, shouting their names and dissing anyone who dared to tackle them down. You usually cheered for the whole team, only shouting Aemond's name when he scored. Which was quite often. He was the playmaker, he operated in the middle of the field, creating chances for his teammates. But he also scored a lot of goals so you had plenty of chances to scream his name loudly without making any suspicions. 

 “Aemond, do you have free time now??” Helaena asked, batting her eyelashes at her brother, knowing that she is his only weakness.

"No," he said shortly, taking off his helmet, revealing the cascade of silver blond hair. You had hard time to not start drooling. What the hell is this guy’s secret? What is he doing with his hair that it looks so shiny and healthy? 

"Come on Aemond, what do you have so important to do, right now?" She whined and tugged at his sleeve. 

"I have a date," he smirked.

"It's not a date, it's a booty call," she corrected him and he raised his eyebrow at her. 

"Don't give me that look, you don't want to date this girl, whoever she is, you just want to fuck her. She can wait 30 minutes, I just need little favor. Please Aems," she pouted her lips at him and he sighed. 

"Ok, what do you need, sister," he gave up and Helaena squealed. 

"You are the best," she hugged him. 

"I need you to give Y/N a lift to the nursery school, her little sister has a recital there and she forgot about it," she clasped her hands excitedly. 

Aemond lazily turned his head and gave you the once-over, like if he just noticed you standing next to his sister. 

"Hel, I can really take an Uber, don't bother him, when he is busy," you tried but she shushed you.

"Nonsense, Y/N! You can't make it there in time, Aemond drives really fast, you will be there before your sister even notices that you are not there. Wait a second, I will give you my helmet," she said and ran inside the house. 

"Sorry, I really don't want to bother you," you apologized but he ignored your apology.

"Get on the bike before she comes back, you are in rush, aren't you?" He said impatiently and you blushed at his rudeness. You hesitantly walked towards him and realized that you don't know how this works. You have never taken a ride on a motorbike.

"Ehm, I am sorry, but where should I sit?" you asked and he raised his eyebrow at you but didn't say anything.

"I mean, should I sit in front of you or behind you. I have never sat on a bike before?" you added nervously, getting more and more frustrated by his silence. 

He leaned closer to you, invading your personal space. 

"When a woman sits on a bike in front of me, she usually faces me," he smirked and chuckled wickedly when he saw your confused face.

"In that position I can look her in the eyes as she bounces on my cock, so if you don't plan to do that, I suggest that you sit behind me," he added and his violet eye bore into yours. You really wanted to slap him for talking to you like this when Helaena burst out of the door with her hot pink helmet. 

“Y/N, why are you not sitting on the bike already?” she shouted and placed the helmet gently on your head when her phone started ringing.

“It’s Cregan,” she shouted excitedly.

“Hey, baby boo,” she said with love sick expression on her face, she waved at you and disappeared in the house. You and Aemond both rolled your eyes at this, you weren’t the biggest fans of the Stark boy.

“Well, Y/N, why are you not already sitting on the bike?” he mocked you, the sound of your name rolling off his lips made your toes curl in your shoes. He was a jerk but really sexy jerk. You decided that you won’t let him see how much he embarrassed you and you quickly sat behind him. He probably hoped that you will run away from him, crying and he could go to fuck his “date”.  

“If you don’t want to die, you need to hold onto me tightly,” he said and put on his black helmet with silver and red dragons painted on the sides. You sighed and wrapped your hands around his waist.

“Tighter, you hold on to me like a baby,” he barked and you hesitantly tightened your hands around his muscled abdomen.

“For fucks sake, I don’t have time for this,” he groaned and grabbed your hands pushed you closer to his back. You were glued to him, your legs pressed against his strong thighs, your face buried into the leather of his black jacket.  He turned on the engine and you felt the strong vibrations for the first time in your life. You didn’t expect it, the vibrations felt so good against your pussy that you let out a quiet moan. You quickly stopped, hoping that he didn’t hear that. Aemond didn’t comment on it so you assumed that the sound of the engine was so loud that he didn’t hear your pathetic little whimper. He quickly drove off their house and headed to the town center. Helaena was right, he was riding super fast it was definitely more than was the speed limit. You were holding onto him for dear life. He stopped in front of the school getting everyone’s attention. You got off his bike, your legs slightly shaking. You took off Helaena’s helmet and he for some reason took off his helmet too, his platinum blonde hair shinning in the sun, so everyone around could clearly see who gave you this unexpected lift. He ignored you and unlocked his phone. You stared at his long, elegant fingers moving across the screen of his expensive phone in strange fascination. Everything about him was perfect, too bad that his personality didn’t match his exterior.

“Do you want anything else from me, angel?” he smirked, not taking his eye from the screen.

“What should I do with Helaena’s helmet?” you asked him, blushing at the pet name he just used.

“Not my problem,” he said and cursed.

“Well, I guess I will keep it and return it to her later,” you said and he kept ignoring you.

“Fuck,” he frowned at the screen.

“Ehmm, so thank you for the lift, Aemond,” you gulped and wanted to turn around and walk to school.

“Hey angel,” he shouted and you looked at him.

“She ditched me,” he waved his phone and tucked it into his back pocket.

“You owe me a favor now, angel. I will collect it soon,” he winked at you, put on his helmet and rode away, the loud roar of his engine disturbing the peaceful neighborhood. You watched him riding away with your mouth hanged open. What the fuck is he thinking about himself?  

You looked at your watch and quickly hurried to the school entrance. Your mum was waving at you from the main hall, you waved back when a strong hand wrapped around your waist.

“Why did you come here on Aemond Targaryen’s bike?”  your boyfriend Jason Lannister asked you and you looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

Part 2

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen

[gadriezmannsgirl]

It's Our Thing - P.G

Hope you like it, guys! It's a bit long but it's really cute.

Please, remember English it's not my first language! So, sorry if there's any misspell

When you first met Gavi, it wasn't in the best of terms. Your best friend, Andrea, was and still is a huge fan of the Barcelona team, meanwhile you, you did knew a bit of your rookies, about football and stuffs because of your two older brothers, you learned to like the game and understand every single thing of it. You just never really went all in into it and never really looked for a favorite team, to cheer on and suport.

So, when she announced herself at your parents, saying she got you a number 6 Gavi jersey and showed you a pair of tickets for Barcelona vs. Cádiz, in LaLiga, you didn't complain.

You didn't complain about the tickets but you left in her hands the Barcelona jersey, sitting once more in the couch, in your previous position.

"C'mon, Y/N/N" She whined "This is the cute guy I was talking you about. I truly think you'd like him"

"And why would I like him if he doesn't know me?"

"C'mon, don't be that way. Just because Louis Tomlinson had a kid without you doesn't mean, you can't have it with Ga-OUCH!"

"That fucking hurt, you know?" You said pointing a finger at her after throwing her one of the cushions next to you

"Sorry" She sat down next to you "He's our age and he even shares the same birthday date as you"

"That's nice to hear. A lot of people was, is and will be born in August 5th, you know?" You said going back to your phone "I accept the invitation, I'll never turn down a good match but I won't be using anyone's name on my back but mine. So... Unless you've a Y/LN jersey, I'm going in normal clothes"

She sighed throwing her head back "Fine" She agreeded "But we are so cheering for Barcelona"

And that was it.

The day of the match came in and you girls were at Camp Nou, looking for your seats. Andrea had gotten the best seats, nearly close the pitch, being separated only by the bench and the guards, from where you girls where you could hear everything the players, directors and coaches could yell at perfection.

It was great.

After a little while, a selling guy passed and you bought some mango juice while your friend had a Coca-Cola and asked for a few snacks to have while the game was on.

Right now, the players were warming up for the match

"Is it possible for someone to look so good as Eric García is looking?" You laughed while taking your drink to your lips to have a sip of it

"You're crazy for that man, aren't you?"

"¡CUIDADO!"

Someone in the pitch, had yelled out, before you felt a strong hit at your jaw and hand, causing the drink you were having to spill all over you and the straw go up to your nose

"¡Maldición!" You yelled out while your friend quickly hurried up and gave you some napkins for your bleeding nose

"¡Ay díos mío!" You could hear people gasping and being worried about you.

The blood wasn't going easy

"Somebody help, please" Your friend yelled panicked

"Put your head up!" You heard someone in the back say and you did what you were told

"Oye, lo siento muchísimo" You heard a male voice say but couldn't quite recognize the owner of the voice

"Let's take her to the dressing rooms and have her checked out"

You, along with the help of your friend where scorted to the dressing rooms, even tho, you didn't feel anything besides the straw still on your nose even tho it wasn't there anymore and the hardcore pain, you didn't even know how were you walking around the insides of the Camp Nou

"Here" You heard someone say and Andrea made you sit down. And the doctor started to check your nose and do his job.

Some minutes later, you don't know how many, the players came in. The blood had stopped and you had a napkin on top of your nose

"How's she?"

"She'll be fine" The doctor said and explained a few things, for you, for your friend and for the guys who were worried.

"I'm so sorry" A brunette with big brown eyes said instantly "I was the one who hit you"

"Nice kick, bud" That's all you said before groaning a bit

"I'm truly sorry. I'm Pablo Gavi" You stared at his hand for a bit before handing him yours

"Y/N Y/L/N" You said simply.

"How can I make it up to you?"

"Practice at home your shoot" You said making the entire team laugh a little

"No. I mean, really, how can I make it up to you? I feel so bad" You shake your head a bit before hissing

"Just win. And that'll be it" You said trying to pull out the bloody napkin out of your nose "Can we go and see the game?" You asked lightly

"Of course" He said quickly nodding "Do you maybe want to watch it with the rest of the players in the bench?"

And that was the start of how Pablo got into your life.

The cheeky bastard, knowing your name, searched your Insta and slided into your DM's, soon developing a friendship and after a three months of friendship, he asked you out on a date.

August, 5 came in; and Pablo didn't quite knew that it was also your birthday, so when he invited you at his house to celebrate with his teammates and some of his friends of La Masía and his family; you asked if your best friend could come with you. Of course he said yes and off you went.

You didn't wanted to make a big thing for your birthday, you've already celebrated it with your friends at Uni, your fam did a little cake for you and they already (Even with your protest) gave you some presents.

"THE BIRHTDAY GIRL IS HERE ALREADY!" Your best friend shouted when you came into view and you quickly shushed her up

"Birthday girl?" Pedri asked

"No" "Yes"

You both looked at each other "It's Y/N's birthday"

"Lies"

"Is it your birthday?" Pablo asked in surprise

You sighed and nodded "It is"

"Why didn't you tell me that?! THIS IS AMAZING!" He said hugging you and giving you a cute kiss on your lips "¡Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor!"

And the wave of congratulations started to sorround you. Belén, Pablo's mother even went ahead and bought another cake just for you. And when the candles were blew out, Pablo turned to give you a kiss on your cheek and hug you tightly

"August 5th is our thing now, love"

Years passed by, six to be exact when he got down on one knee and proposed to you. On August 5th.

And now, two years later, already married and with two newborn babies. Natalia Alexia and Nicolás Martín Páez Y/L/N.

"They are so beautiful" Pablo said while having Natalia in his arms while you had Nicolás "She looks just like you"

"And he, like you" You replied "I never imagined falling in love with a football player, y'know?" You laughed "Andrea from the beggining told me that she thought you were fit for me. And you are" You giggled

Pablo with a smile on his face, walking over to you and leaning over to kiss your lips sweetly.

"And you are. You are fit for me, just like how I am fit for you" You smiled at him and kissed him once more "You look beautiful, señora Gavira" You laughed

"I look like I just gave birth to twins"

"Extremely sexy, may I add"

You shaked your head smiling and when you turned your head to watch the hour, it hit you.

04:29am

"Cariño" You said with a smile on. August, 5th "Happy birthday"

Pablo smiled looking at the clock as well "Happy birthday to you too, mi reina" He kissed you once more "Te amo"

Three hours ago you had given birth. On August, 5th.

"I love you too" You both smiled at each other before, Natalia moved in Pablo's arms making him look down at her "You know..." Pablo lifted his head from our baby girl "August, 5th is really our thing"

Pablo smiled and nodded "It really is our thing"

°°° °°° °°° °°°

@gaviypedrisbride

[griffin-girl-r]

Waterproofed

Created: 15.09.2021

Finished: 10.02.2022

Edited: 08.10.2023

Age: 16

Word count: 752

Warnings: Drowning, Pools

Request: No

Note: This is the first ever story I wrote for the Marvel fandom and it's based on a joke I read 4 years ago.

—

It was a normal day off at the compound for the Avengers.

Natasha was sitting on the couch with Steve and Clint beside her, Tony at the table, reading something on his laptop.

Thor was probably in Asgard, but most likely in the kitchen eating pop tarts.

Bruce in his lab.

And you decided that going for a swim in the outside pool with Bucky was a good idea.

You were so wrong.

—

Bucky came running into the living area and stopped to catch his breath, while moving his hands up and down.

Your mom, Natasha, was the first one to understand that something was wrong.

She was a spy after all.

"James?" Natasha questioned a still-silent Bucky, raising her eyebrow, as she turned to face the man

"Bucks? What's wrong, buddy?" Steve asked his best friend, concerned

"Hey, guys. Y/N is in the pool and I don't think she's waterproofed." Bucky tried to explain the best he could in his panicked state, only to gain confused looks from everybody in the room

Silence settled over the room before Tony spoke.

"I think he's trying to say that Y/N is drowning." Tony said absent-mindedly, not raising his head from whatever he was doing on his laptop

"Oh." The red-haired ex-assassin simply said, turning her attention back to the TV

It took Natasha three whole seconds to realize what Tony had said.

"SHE'S WHAT?!" The woman yelled and shot up on her feet

"Affirmative, Miss Romanoff. It appears that your child is indeed struggling to stay above the water." F.R.I.D.A.Y. confirmed

Your mother sprinted towards the outside pool, faster than she had in her whole life, with the boys hot on her heels.

—

When Natasha saw you just floating above the water with your face down, her heart tightened in her chest.

Steve used his super-soldier speed and reached you faster than the others, jumping in to pull you out.

When the rest of the team finally arrived, Steve was already laying you on the ground.

Your mom threw herself on her knees, next to your head, and she moved the wet hair out of your eyes, with tears in her own, as Steve leaned forward to hear your heartbeat.

Not there.

"Not good, not good, not good." Steve panicked hard

He started CPR and instructed Natasha to blow air through your mouth.

They started to get more desperate when they saw that you weren't reacting.

"Come on, baby." Natasha quietly sniffed "Please."

Just then, you gasped for air and choked on the water that was in your mouth.

Natasha quickly turned you to one side and she sighed in relief.

After catching your breath, you looked around, taking in your surroundings as your mind was still in a hazy state.

As you did your eyes landed on the one person that always made you feel safe.

"Mama." You whispered, your voice weak

Natasha pulled you in her arms and hugged you tightly to her chest "I'm here, baby. You're okay. Everything is okay." A few tears escaped her eyes

She looked over your head at Steve and mouthed 'Thank you', to which he answered with a nod.

"I'm glad you're okay, kid. You kind of scared the shit out of us." Your Uncle Clint said, patting your back "Especially your mom."

"I'm sorry." You muttered, with your head resting on Natasha's shoulder

Your mom took a deep breath and slightly pulled you away to kiss your forehead "What happened, my love?"

"I-I was getting ready to get into the pool when Bucky came and pushed me in a little bit too hard. Then he just laughed, thinking I was joking." You explained before sighing "I guess that he ran to you when he figured it out that I wasn't." And with that, you jumped into your mother's arms again

"Why don't we get you to Bruce for a small check-up? Huh?" The woman smiled and motioned to her best friend to help her lift you

Clint quickly lifted you up and let you support onto him, as he started to lead ypu towards Bruce's lab.

—

When you and Clint were far enough, the ex-assassin turned to face Bucky, who was ready to run any second.

"We can discuss this." Bucky laughed nervously, raising his hands in defense

Let's just say that Bucky won't push anyone else in a pool for the rest of his life. Natasha made sure he learned the lesson.

—

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[gudetamaworld]

meeting niki

gn!reader x niki genre: fluff, highschool!au, friends to lovers, angst summary: you move to a new school, where your cousin jay belongs to a popular friend group. as you navigate your way through belift high on the first day of school, you meet a friend of jay's. im considering making this a series, so lmk if you guys would be interested ty

"andd then that's the great hall, and just beyond that is the cafeteria. got it?" jay asked, looking at his phone.

"i- i think so. and is the library to the left or-" i turned around, and jay was already gone. i guess he left as soon as he heard me say "i think so". i rolled my eyes.

i went back to class, dreading for lunch. who was i going to sit with? i knew nobody except jay, my popular yet annoying cousin, and he obviously didn't want much to do with me.

brrrrrring! lunch time had started. i walked slowly to the cafeteria, just going in the direction everyone else was going. but suddenly i felt a tap on my shoulder-

"hi! you're y/n, right? is it true you're cousins with jay? the jay?" a girl with long black hair was looking at me, excited.

"sorry, please ignore her. hi, i'm chaeryong. everyone calls me chae. and thats evie." chae was a lot calmer.

"right, sorry i didn't introduce myself! but it's true, right? you kinda look like him!" evie said. i snorted. look like that brat? i tried my best not to sound annoyed.

"yup, i am."

"i knew it!! do you wanna come sit w-" and suddenly i knew where this was going. she was going to use me to get close to jay, and i didn't want to waste my time going through that. its true, i could have used some new friends, but i politely rejected evie's offer.

"sorry, but i think i have something i need to get done at the library. maybe next time, but thank you!" i said.

and then i made my way towards the library.

unluckily for me, i quickly got lost. how was i supposed to know where everything was? it was my first day at this school! i panicked, quickly texting jay. he texted back:

just follow the sound of people talking and get to the caf. im in there rn

ill tell someone to show u where the library is when u get here

that prick!! was he really this lazy? i had no choice, so i got to the cafeteria. i quickly spotted him in the center, surrounded by people. i really wasn't kidding, jay was popular. i dodged around the students, trying to get to his table. when he saw me with my arms folded across my chest, looking expectantly, he remembered.

"oh, right! library. hmmm." he quickly scanned his table group. they were laughing and chatting loudly. not my type of people.

"yah, niki! you're in y/n's grade. can you lead her to the library? she's new." he called a guy over, apparently niki. niki was tall, and good looking. like, kpop idol good looking.

"hi, i'm y/n." i said to him.

"yeah, i heard. everyone's been talking about you." his voice was low, but softer than i expected. and quieter.

"um. not sure how to take that."

niki laughed lightly. he was smiling at me, but not like a smirk, like a genuine, welcoming smile. i suddenly noticed that he was really, really cute.

"so, why are you going to the library? it's the first day of school. you can't have that much homework," niki asked.

"yeah, well, i don't really have anyone to sit with." i bit my tongue. why was i so honest all of a sudden? i even lied to evie and chae earlier. plus i wanted to look cool in front of niki, and this wasn't helping.

"not true. you know me now. come, sit with my friend group," niki smiled at me.

maybe this semester wouldn't be that bad.

@gudetamaworld

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[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you - Chp.6

Pairing: Minchan (mention of ot8)

Word Count: 5015

Summary: Minho misinterprets a message of Chan and climbs his balcony despite his fear worried for him. Chan finally opens up to him about what's been worrying him. Another fight during dance practice makes Chan realize how much he's hurting Minho and he has his own way to fix things.

Warnings/Tags: angst (!), acrophobia, panic attack, lots of tears, fluff, smut, dom!chan, sub!minho, rough!chan

A/N: This one starts out a little dark but I promise it's not as bad as it seems at first😅 ~ Moon🌙

Chp. 5 | Chp. 7

Did something tear a hole, leave you in a wasteland? Did you feel it in your bones, like life slipped right through your hands? I won't let you down, I won't let you down I'll carry you I'll Carry You - Tommee Profitt, Stephen Stanley

Minho groaned softly and turned to his side, glancing at his phone to check the time. He was still unable to sleep due to his argument with Chan, and it started to piss him off. Should he go and check on him again? Apologize for saying he could deal with that shit on his own? He sighed and rolled his eyes at himself. That would only end in the same mess as before. 

A message popped up, and Minho frowned softly, seeing it was Chan. "What the hell does he want now?" he wondered, given the time. Minho turned on his back, sighing, and opened the message. "What?" he asked, seeing the very long text message. 

My dear Min, 

When you get this, I already did something you'll probably hate me for. I can't blame you because I'd feel the same way. I wish I didn't have to do this to all of you, leaving like that, but I see no other way anymore and… 

…

Nevertheless, I will always love you and am so proud of you. I know you'll do great and take great care of our kids. I hope you can forgive me one day.

In love until we meet again, Channie. 

Minho skipped from the beginning to the end, shooting up from his bed and throwing his phone aside. He rushed out of his room blindly running down the hallway until he reached Chan's room and loudly knocked. He didn't get an answer, and he knocked again, louder this time. "Chan, I swear I'll kick your ass if you don't let me in right now!" he snapped. Still, no answer. "Fuck, what do I do?" he asked himself, getting panicked. Without thinking much, he opened the door to Felix's room and woke the younger one up. 

"Min?" he asked sleepily and sat up, seeing how upset he looked. "What's wrong?" 

"Chan" was all he got out, and he felt tears burning in his eyes. 

"What did he do?" Felix asked worriedly and got up. 

"I think he's about to do something really stupid, but he won't let me inside to stop him," Minho whispered, and Felix's eyes widened as Minho told him about the message. Minho stepped onto Felix's balcony and saw that Chan's wasn't that far away. "I might know a way to reach him." 

"Minho, you're afraid of heights; you can't possibly think-." 

"Shut it, please," he told him, knowing he'd panic if Felix would continue. "Promise me not to tell anyone about this, I swear I'll be back with you as soon as I can." 

"Okay, knock twice if you need help, once if everything's okay," Felix told him and hugged him close. "Deep breaths, Minho." 

"What the fuck is going on?" Changbin suddenly appeared behind them with Jisung next to him. 

"Not now, guys," Minho told them sharply and took a deep breath. 

"Something's wrong with Chan," Felix simply said. 

"He has a door?" Jisung frowned. 

"No shit, smartass," Minho groaned. 

"He doesn't open," Felix explained. 

Minho needed a long moment to convince himself before climbing over the balustrade and standing at the edge of the balcony. His fear of heights kicked in full force, and he gripped the balustrade tightly. "Don't look down, don't look down," he told himself, reaching over to Chan's balcony with one hand. 

"Fuck, I can't watch that shit tell me when he's over there," Jisung said and stepped back into Felix's room. 

Once he got a grip on it, he carefully moved one leg over there and pulled himself onto the edge of Chan's balcony. Minho whimpered softly and barely found the strength in himself to hold on. "Channie hyung, please," he begged, a few tears running down his cheeks as he gasped for air. 

"Lix, baby?" Changbin asked softly. 

"I don't know, Binnie," he shook his head, his heart racing as Chan finally opened the door to his balcony.

“Minho, what the fuck?!” he snapped at him and rushed over, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked and grunted as he lifted him up. “Help me out a little?”

Minho’s panic kicked in full force, and he gave himself a push, struggling over the balcony balustrade. Chan crashed down on the floor with him, moaning at the impact but still holding onto him. Minho’s jaw hit the floor, making him wince in pain; that would leave a bruise. He pushed himself off Chan and stumbled inside, gasping for air, trying to remind himself he was back on solid ground. Chan quickly followed him inside and slammed the door shut, wondering what was happening.

"And we're supposed to take it like that?" Changbin frowned. 

"Chan's clearly not feeling well at the moment; Min knows what he's doing," Felix said firmly. 

"Didn't look like it," Jisung spoke up. 

"They'll tell us if something bad's going on. Now, let Minho handle things with Channie. We should all get some sleep," Felix said and gently shoved them out of his room. He sat down on his bed, knowing he wouldn't sleep until Minho would've knocked…at least Chan seemed to be more or less okay.

"Minho, what the fuck?" Chan asked, shocked, and wrapped his arms around him from behind. Minho sobbed in fear and leaned into him, curling up a little. Chan got the message and hugged him very tightly, knowing the pressure would help him focus on something other than his panic. “Deep breaths, Min, you’re safe,” he told him, and Minho’s breathing started to get more even again. 

Minho turned in his arms and started punching his chest weakly. "You're damn right; I fucking hate you," he whimpered. "Why didn't you open the door?" 

"I wanted to be alone," Chan answered quietly, still not quite picking up on his emotional state or why he had been on his balcony. 

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock," Minho pressed out. "I had to climb on your balcony from Felix's." 

"You..what?" he asked shocked. "I thought you were scared of heights?" 

"This is me being scared of it, you fucking idiot," he snapped at him and pulled back. "But that message scared me more." 

"That…what?" He pulled his hands back from his arms, and guilt flooded his eyes.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" Minho asked through tears. "I've been asking you to open up for weeks, I thought you trusted me. I held you every damn night, Chan, I gave you a thousand chances to tell me what's wrong. And now a text message is all I get?" 

Chan's eyes filled with tears rapidly, and he hung his head low. "I can't do this anymore." 

"Do what exactly?" Minho asked firmly. 

"There are people during my live, beneath videos or pictures of me telling me all the things they hate about me, and I believe them. Some even told me to hurt myself or end my life," he told him. 

"And your solution is doing exactly that? Chan, you can't be serious," Minho tried, growing more gentle as his own fear slowly subsided. "What about your parents? What about your siblings? What am I supposed to tell them?" he asked, and Chan stared at him with wide eyes. "What about those six kids you took in and swore to protect? You'd hurt them all more than anything else with that shit. What…what about us? Do you think I'll play a happy team leader trying to pick up the pieces you leave behind? After losing you? Chan, I love you, for fucks sake." 

"Wait, what?" he asked in shock. "Oh my god, Min, I didn't want to…fucks sake," he whispered, and Minho stared at him utterly confused. Now, he finally got what drove Minho to climb onto his balcony in the middle of the night. "By leaving, I meant leaving the group." 

Minho blinked at him, confused, before realization hit his face. "Oh my fucking god, you scared the hell out of me." 

"I wouldn't…Min, come on," he said softly, and Minho's eyes filled with tears. 

"I didn't know, you've been feeling down for weeks now and…and I didn't know what to think of that," he admitted timidly. "You want to leave the group?" he asked shakily. 

"I'm not sure I can do this anymore," he told him. “It’s getting too much, and I feel like I can’t keep up.”

"But…but Channie, we need you," he whispered, a big tear rolling down his cheeks. "There's no stray kids without our leader." 

"They have you," he said weakly. 

"I'm the main dancer, Channie, not a leader," he shook his head. "I can only take over temporarily but not…I thought this was our dream."

Chan buried his face in his hands defeatedly and started sobbing. "Fuck, I'm so sorry, Min," he whimpered. 

Minho's heart broke seeing him like this. "Come here, please," he said softly and opened his arms for him. 

Chan climbed into his lap, hiding in his shirt as violent sobs shook his body. "I-I just feel like I'm fa-falling apart," he barely got out. 

Minho's hold on him tightened, and his heart started racing as the adrenaline left his body again. "I got you, Channie, I promise," he told him and started rocking him soothingly. "I'm here. You're safe with me." 

Chan broke down for good in his arms, unable to reply. He held onto him desperately as Minho whispered sweet nothings to him, trying to coax him out of the dark hole he was trapped in. 

Minho didn't know how long he was sitting there on the floor with Chan in his lap. He didn't know how long it would take Chan to calm down, but he didn't dare to rush him. He was mindlessly rubbing his back and playing with his hair as his hyung sobbed into his chest. All he could think of was what would’ve happened if he hadn’t been awake. Would Chan have simply disappeared on them, and they’d get the news from their management? Minho knew one thing for sure: he wasn't ready to let go of him yet, and neither seemed Chan. 

Chan very slowly calmed down again, staying in his arms, unable to look at him. His thoughts were racing and very slow and incoherent at the same time. He couldn't make sense of what he was about to do before anymore. How could he even consider leaving them all behind? "I'm sorry, Minho, that was really dumb," he spoke up, voice sounding raspy from crying. 

"You're damn right it was," Minho whispered, not trusting his voice. "You really scared me." 

Chan hugged him tight. "I should've talked to you," he said, and Minho hummed, agreeing. "I just felt like such a burden." 

Minho pulled back and cupped his face, making him look at him. "You're not a burden. Not to me, Chan." 

Chan smiled weakly at him and covered his hands with his own. "I promise I'll get better." 

Minho shook his head, tears brimming his eyes. "Chan, you need help." 

"I have you," he told him. 

Minho shook his head. "You need to talk to someone neutral about what’s bothering you. Please, at least think about it." 

"Okay," he said quietly, and they both knew he wouldn't. "Can you stay tonight?" he asked timidly. 

"Okay," Minho nodded and wrapped him back into his arms, unable to stop a tear from slipping down his cheek. "Don't you dare let go of me." 

"I won't," he promised and held him tight. 

-

A few days later, they were back at dance practice again. Minho was tired from staying up long with Chan over the past few nights as he had trouble sleeping. His mind was still racing because of that night, and he hadn't had the chance to talk to Felix properly about what happened. He had a short fuse, and his members quickly noticed that Minho had trouble staying patient during practice. 

They were practicing a jump, and Chan didn't properly hold Felix, causing the latter to stumble. Minho caught him in time and cut them off. "Chan, you have to hold him like this," Minho showed him. "Otherwise, he'll keep on slipping from your grip." 

Chan nodded quietly and patted Felix's back, apologizingly. They continued, and Chan messed up a few other steps, starting to get pissed off with himself and Minho's constant comments on it. As if he didn't know he was fucking up. 

"Channie, left then right, not the other way around," Minho told him for the fifth time, and Chan had enough. 

"Minho, outside, now," Chan suddenly snapped, and Minho blinked at him, surprised, before following him. 

Minho gently pulled the door closed behind them. "What's the issue? You don't like being told you're making a mistake in front of others?" he asked, irritated. "I can't help you with that, we're a group, and it's my job to tell you when one of you fucks up a dance, that's nothing personal." 

"Stop hovering, Minho, I can handle myself," Chan said firmly. 

"Yeah, right," Minho huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You fucked up, own it, and move on, Chan." 

"I didn't ask you to stop me from leaving that night, alright? Stop rubbing it in," he snapped at him, and Minho's face fell. 

"I wasn't even-," he tried; all he was talking about was him taking the wrong step. 

"Just shut up," Chan said angrily. 

The others anxiously glanced at them through the glass door. They didn't have to hear them to see that Minho was clearly hurt, and Chan seemed pissed. They all acted like they hadn't noticed anything when Chan stormed back in but couldn't help but glance at Minho, who stood still and stared into the distance for another moment before disappearing from their sight. 

Minho went to the closest bathroom and took a few deep breaths, rubbing his chest as a wave of panic crushed down on him. He forced himself to calm down enough to keep up the charade of feeling well. “He’s feeling shitty, that’s all. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he told himself quietly before going back.

As he came back in, they noticed he was fighting back tears but took his place as if nothing happened. "Alright, back from the beginning," he announced. Minho watched them through the mirror. "Lixie, be careful, or you'll knock out Hannie," he reminded him as they turned. "Hyunjin, you have to face the mirror when you turn," he told him and saw Chan stepping to the wrong side once more, ignoring it this time. "Changbin, Seungmin, stop messing around," he told them as he caught them dancing their own little dance in the back. Minho was starting to get exhausted, and he sighed softly as they approached the jump situation again, hoping Chan would do as he had told him. 

Felix started running, jumped up, and crashed down on the floor forcefully. Minho's eyes widened in shock. "Chan, for fucks sake!" he snapped at him and went to help Felix, carefully checking his neck and moving his head from side to side. 

"I thought I had him," Chan groaned. 

"You thought…Listen up, you may be the leader, but dancing is my area, alright? If I tell you the way you're holding him isn't safe, you don't continue doing the same shit again. If you can't handle someone else having authority, that's your issue. Now fuck off, all of you; this was it for today," Minho turned his attention back to Felix. "You're okay, Lix? Does something hurt?" he asked gently. 

"I'm a bit dizzy," Felix admitted and held his head. 

"Hannie, go get some water," Minho said, focusing back on his friend. "Anything else?" 

All of them, including Chan, slowly backed away from them, knowing that Minho was seriously pissed. As teasing as he was, they all got a little worried when he was actually mad for once. 

"I'm okay," Felix promised and thanked Jisung for the water bottle. Once he had left as well, Felix looked at him worriedly. "Are you okay? That looked quite intense." 

Minho shook his head gently. "He's an idiot sometimes. He completely misunderstood what I said and snapped at me for no reason." 

"Why would he snap? You just told him he got it wrong," Felix frowned. "And you were right as we just saw." 

"He…I really shouldn't talk about this," he shook his head, and shivers ran down his spine thinking of that night. 

"Minho, what happened that night?" he asked worriedly as he saw his eyes brim with tears. "We never got to talk about it after." 

"I promised him not to tell anyone," he shook his head and swallowed hard. "But it's fucked up, Felix, he needs help, but he's too stubborn, and-," Minho's voice broke, and he quickly closed his mouth again. “It’s not what I thought reading that message,” he said, and Felix’s expression got flooded with relief. “But he’s not okay, he’s feeling a lot of shit right now, and I don’t know how to fix this,” he whispered.

Felix's face softened. "Listen, I'm there if you ever feel like talking about it. I won't tell him a word, I promise." 

Minho gently took his hand and squeezed it. "I know," he smiled bravely and inhaled shakily. "Give me a moment, okay? I'll be on time for dinner." 

Felix nodded and got up, quietly pulling the glass door closed. He looked back and knew he had to talk to Chan. Minho was still crouched down on the floor, his face buried in his hand as his body shook due to him silently crying. He walked upstairs, and luckily, Chan was about to enter his room, stopping as he saw him. 

"Felix, mate, I'm so sorry, are you alright?" he asked worriedly and pulled him into a hug.

Felix patted his back. "Accidents happen…but you should talk to Min," he said, and Chan didn't need any more words to see he was serious. "Whatever it is, he didn't mean it the way you took it." 

Chan groaned softly before making his way back downstairs. He froze in front of the door at the sight of him, and his stomach turned with guilt. Chan quietly opened the door and walked over to him, crouching down behind him and wrapping his arms around him. Minho flinched heavily and quickly wiped his cheeks. "Shh, it's just me," he said softly, and Minho stopped trying to hide that he was upset. 

"I was talking about your way of holding Felix, nothing else. I would never rub it in your face like that or try to gain something just because I was there that night to stop you," Minho explained through tears. 

"I'm sorry, I've been a complete asshole," he said quietly and hugged him to his chest. "I know you didn't." 

"Do you even care how that looked like for the others? Taking me outside for a talk like we're in some fucked up office, and I'm about to get fired," he told him and sniffled softly. "I get it, you were trying to protect yourself, but you made me look like shit with that. That's not okay, Chan." 

Chan hummed, agreeing, and gently rocked them from side to side. "I should've thought it through. I'm sorry. I'm just anxious they'll find out..they probably won't take it as well as you do." 

"They - Chan, this is me taking it well. You think you acting off makes me doubt myself like that?" he asked. "I'm trying to deal with the fact that we could've lost our leader three days ago. I feel like everything I do or say could be the wrong thing." 

"Please don't," he said lowly and squeezed him. "You're right, I'm acting off and working on it, I promise. This has nothing to do with you; it's on me." 

Minho sighed softly and shook his head. "You can't hide it from them forever, Chan. They're not stupid…Half of them know something was wrong anyway." 

"I know," he said and intertwined their hands. "Just not now." 

He looked down at their hands and bit his lower lip. "Will we ever tell them about us?" 

"There's no rush, right?" Chan asked. 

Minho swallowed and bit back a heavy sigh. Almost nine months later, he still thought he was rushing. "Of course not…Channie, you really have to hold onto Felix differently. He'll have a concussion until we're done with this." 

"I know, I was pissed, so I wasn't thinking straight," he told him. 

"Are you ever?" he gave back, holding up their intertwined hands. 

"Not since I met you, no," Chan admitted, and Minho turned around, letting go of his hands and sitting down. Chan did as well, their legs entangled as they faced each other. "I promise I'll tell them one day."

Minho nodded and searched his eyes. "You better." 

-

Jisung made his way back to the practice room to get Chan and Minho for dinner but stopped in his tracks, seeing them. Minho was straddling Chan's lap, hand tangled in his curls as the older one kissed his neck. Minho's head fell back, lips parting as Chan's grip made him grind down. Jisung's jaw dropped, and he quickly turned away, making his way back to the others. So that was part of what was going on. "Felix!" he whispered as soon as he saw him. "Are they-?" 

"Shh, Hannie," Felix quickly hushed him. 

“Since when are those two a thing?” he whispered.

“Not here, I’ll tell you later,” he said, and they took their place at the table.

-

Minho moaned needily and looked toward the door. "Channie, love, we can't -," a groan cut him off as Chan's hand slipped into his sweatpants and squeezed his ass, making him grind down even more. "Chan."

Chan went back to kissing his lips. "Go lock the door. I'll take care of the rest," he panted softly against his lips. He was already hard himself, and they couldn't sneak upstairs since the others were probably eating dinner or making their way downstairs. 

Minho laughed but did as he said, getting the keys and locking the door. He helped Chan close the curtains and watched him turn off most of the lights. 

Chan pulled him back into a passionate kiss and started taking off his shirt. Minho followed his example and chased his lips as they both struggled with their trousers, stumbling a little. Their underwear followed, and Minho was back on his lap before he knew it, kissing him heavily. 

Chan's skin pressed against his made it even better. "Please tell me you brought some condoms and lube," he said between kisses. 

"I always do since we started this," Chan answered, reaching for his jacket on the floor. 

"Always so eager," Minho giggled and lovingly rolled his eyes at him. He took the lube from him and spread some on his fingers, reaching back to open himself up. His lips parted with a gasp as he carefully pushed in the first finger. 

Chan braced him as Minho soon pushed in the next finger, taking in his expression. "You're so pretty," he told him, and Minho moaned in response. "Want some help?" he offered, and Minho let him replace his fingers with his own. 

He moaned softly as Chan's fingers pushed into him, opening him up with practiced movements. Minho melted against him with a beautiful whine when his fingertips brushed over his prostate. Minho's body shook with waves of intense pleasure as Chan massaged his prostate and could only weakly moan and whimper. "Channie - stop," he gasped. "I'm gonna-."

"Just a little more, you sound so pretty," Chan told him and lovingly kissed him. 

Minho's eyes rolled back, and he could tell he was close. "Channie, love, please," he begged. 

Chan giggled softly before pulling his fingers out and kissing him calmingly. 

-

"Where the hell are Chan and Minho hyung?" Changbin asked after a while, getting irritated about them being late. 

"I don't think they're in the mood for dinner," Seungmin answered, rolling his eyes. 

"Chan has been on the edge for weeks now, and Minho gets a load of it right in his face," Jeongin added. 

"Like, why would he snap at him? He literally told him that he was making a mistake like everyone else," Hyunjin frowned. 

"Have you seen how tired Minho hyung looked today?" Jeongin asked and played with his glass. "Something's off." 

"You think they had a fight?" Seungmin asked. "They were sneaking around and looked so happy just a few weeks ago." 

"They almost seemed like a couple," Changbin nodded. 

Felix exchanged a look with Jisung. "Uh, should we just start without them?" 

"Yeah, the food will get cold," Jisung quickly agreed, and the rest gave in. 

-

Minho met his reflection in the mirrors at the ceiling and couldn't help but moan at the sight of them. The way Chan's body moved on top of his, thrusting into him steadily. Minho had one hand buried in his hair, the other one resting between his shoulders. Chan was going a little rougher than usual, and it drove him insane. Minho was sure the grip he had on his thigh would leave bruises, but somehow, he didn't mind. All he could do was moan as his dick massaged his walls perfectly, and once Chan hit his prostate, he arched up against him. Chan wrapped his arm around his waist, keeping him up like that and thrusting into him deep and hard. Minho's eyes rolled back, and his nails buried in his back. His mouth dropped open with a string of curses and beautiful whiny moans as Chan kept going at that pace. Chan's lips attacked his neck once more, and Minho felt so overwhelmed he came on the spot. 

He barely had time to recover as Chan kept going, chasing his own relief. Minho whimpered weakly at the overstimulation and pulled at Chan's hair harshly. "Chan, slo-." A surprised gasp left his lips as Chan hit his prostate once again. And again, and again. Minho's body shook with waves of pleasure as he gripped him tightly. He didn't even notice Chan reaching his high as he came a second time. Minho panted softly and groaned in protest as Chan pulled out. 

Chan looked down at him, gently wiping a tear off his cheek. "You're okay?" he asked. 

"Yeah," he nodded before squinting his eyes at him, trying to ignore the fact Chan had just made him cry from overstimulation. "What was that?" 

"That was me letting off steam," he confessed and searched Minho's eyes. 

"Huh," he nodded. "A warning would've been nice." 

"A warning?" Chan asked and dropped down on the floor next to him. 

"Hey baby, just so you know, I'm still pissed at you, so I'll go a little rough now. Have fun," Minho said, mocking Chan's typical hand gestures with ease. 

Chan giggled softly and took his hand. "I'm not pissed at you, though." 

Minho turned his head to him and smiled as Chan brushed his hair out of his forehead for him. "The sex was that good?" he teased. 

"I…Min," he whined, and Minho started laughing. 

"I'm just teasing you, relax," he grinned. 

"We should probably join them for dinner," he sighed. 

"If I'm able to walk, sure thing," Minho nodded. "If they ask, I'll tell them you beat me up for embarrassing their leader in front of everyone." 

"Minho!" Chan protested. 

Minho giggled softly before pulling him into a kiss. "I'm joking. Next time you want to go rough, just tell me." 

"Mhm, okay," he mumbled against his lips. 

"Maybe I can show you the dance steps in private again?" he offered, and Chan's face softened. 

"I think I could use that," he nodded. "My brain's a little slow at the moment." 

"Which is fine; it happens, love," he assured him before pushing himself up. "Come on." 

-

Felix looked up as they strolled in later, wearing fresh clothes. Minho was wearing his glasses now, looking even more tired than before. Chan walked in first, holding Minho's hand, who was a step behind him and led him to the table. All eyes were on them as they sat down next to each other, and Chan poured Minho something to drink. "Will you stop staring, or should we charge some money?" 

"Are you two alright?" Seungmin asked, frowning. 

"Of course, we are," Chan told them and poured himself a drink before filling Minho's plate. 

"Well, it sure didn't look like it today…or three days ago. Or-" 

"Got it, Seungmin," Chan snorted. 

"Whatever it is, it's killing the team spirit," Jeongin pointed out, and Chan froze in his movement. 

Minho gently placed his hand on his thigh beneath the table. "Arguments happen, especially since there are eight of us. You're just not used to Chan hyung and me fighting." 

"We're not used to Chan hyung looking depressed for two weeks straight, and you look like you'll pass out soon because you're sleep-deprived," Hyunjin told them. 

"Also, you never fight," Jeongin frowned. 

Chan shifted in his seat a little. "I've been having two shit weeks, okay? Minho tried to be there for me, but I pushed him away repeatedly, which is why things were a little tense." 

"What do you mean you had two shit weeks?" Changbin squinted his eyes at him. 

"Sometimes everything gets a little too much; we've all felt down because of that before. Now stop bugging and eat," Minho spoke up, and Seungmin started to protest but quickly closed his mouth as Minho raised his eyebrows at him. 

“Where’s that bruise from?” Jeongin asked suspiciously, pointing at Minho’s jaw. He was the first one to address it.

“I tripped on the balcony,” he said. Jisung, Changbin, and Felix exchanged a short look while Chan kept his eyes on his plate.

“I thought you hated being on your balcony because of the height?” he frowned.

“Just eat, for fucks sake,” Minho cut him off.

"Okay, mum," Jeongin rolled his eyes but started eating. 

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Roommates + Fake Dating for Eden Academy AU Twiyor

Usually students didn't get rooms with mixed genders, but the academy heard about students achieving greater academic success with mixed genders so they rolled with it with the higher grades

Yor was excited if she would share the room with one of the girls but instead of any one of them, Loid came through the door with his bags

Loid offered to talk to the staff and change rooms but Yor admitted she felt more comfortable with Loid than she would with Camila, Sharon or Milie (Loid knows its bc they bully her, but he said nothing)

Franky teases the living shit out of them

It's been weeks since they started sharing space, Loid learned and took over cooking so they both didn't die from Yor's creations ("Didn't you say you had a little brother?" "Y-Yes! But he eats everything off his plates!" "YOR,

rumors of different people hooking up with the mixed gendered rooms began circulating around campus

Camila kept making fun of Yor for being so ugly she couldn't even attract a fly let alone a guy from their year

Out of righteous and protective rage for Yor, Loid accidentally let it slip that they, in fact, dated

(Shocked pikachu Eden Academy students)

Yor and Loid were panicking on how normal couples behaved, they rented all the rom-com movies they could find and binged all of them after studying for exams

Students began being envious of them for being such a good-looking couple straight out of (k)dramas

Loid was an oblivious, popular bachelor and Yor was sought after from many suitors due to her beauty (many dared not approach her due to her brute strength, but they were there)

The only one who didn't buy into their act was their history and ethics teacher, Sylvia Sherwood, who saw through their charade but also recognized the early signs of blossoming, genuine affection

Mr. Henderson was their 1# supporter lmao

They didn't know or noticed late how their pretend romantic interactions slowly became a part of their daily life even when away from campus' eyes

Loid would cook them both breakfast while Yor would keep their rooms spotlessly clean and tidy

They would practice self defense together, go out for a morning and evening run

They would practice things couples did but would get easily embarrassed bc these kids are touch-, affectionstarved to death (holding hands? 100% blushing!)

It were the quiet nights when they would have tea or coffee together that they would open up about their families and pasts to each-other

Loid respected Yor for raising Yuri on her own like that and Yor felt nothing but admiration for Loid for living all on his own

Whenever Yor would come home to Yuri, she would invite Loid over for dinner

Little Yuri didn't like him one bit

"Yuri! Please be respectful, he's a very dear senior and friend to me!" Yuri:"But sis, he looks like some shady spy!" "Spy?"

Loid would try to befriend Yuri but the little boy was quick witted, "You just want my sister for other reasons, don't you? I know your kind!" Loid:"What? No! (And you're only 10!)"

Whenever Yor wasn't looking, Yuri would kick at Loid's shin under the table. Loid would have trouble walking sometimes but Yor always either bandaged his leg or helped him get home, much to Yuri's chagrin

Yuri burned every gift Loid would give him

It wasn't until Loid very passionately defended Yor's honor during the ceremony at the end of the semester where he gained Yuri's respect (according to some dumb superstition; young women who lived alone were omens of bad luck ...etc.)

Franky felt like Yor was stealing Loid from him, Loid tried diving his time to spend more time with Franky

Loid would sometimes fall asleep on the couch bc he didn't get enough at night. Yor would always tuck him in and bring him a pillow so his neck didn't hurt in the morning.

A thing Loid never expected when living alone with Yor: she was unexpectedly cute in PJ's

#spy x family #sxf #spy family #twiyor #loiyor #loidyor #loid x yor #yor x loid #loid forger #yor forger #yuri briar #yor briar #eden academy #eden academy au #sxf au #spy x family au

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Ride The Rhythm

The Chai fic y’all have been waiting for is finally here! Thanks for your patience, I hope this smut fic lives up to all the hype you guys have been stirring up for it!

Chai/Reader NSFW Fic, 2,900+ words, AFAB! Reader but no pronouns used, first time, enthusiastic consent, vaginal sex, Chai is so much fun to write dialogue for you guys you have no idea

NSFW BELOW THE CUT!

Chai had never really considered himself to be the type of guy who was "eager to please." He'd always run on his own schedule, marched to the beat of his own drum, even as a kid. That didn't change when he became an adult either. When college got too boring? He dropped out. When he saw the banner ad for Project Armstrong? He signed up. And when said project inevitably fell to pieces in front of him and Vandelay Technologies was looking for a new ambassador? Well, who was he to refuse?

Yeah, Chai had never been the type to be eager to please others. At least, not until he met you.

And damn, with you he must have been doing something right, because you were currently perched in his lap, rolling your hips against his as your hands grabbed at his shirt, his hair, his belt loops, anywhere you could get a hold of him and keep him there. He'd thought the date had gone particularly well, but even he wasn't optimistic enough to imagine himself sprawled across your bed with his hands gripping your ass as you moaned eagerly into his open mouth by the end of it.

"Chai." You murmured, breath hot and wet against his lips, only to giggle when the sound of your own voice made his regulator tempo start thumping even faster, the bluish light pulsating rhythmically beneath his shirt. "Cute."

"Hey, most-mmh~, most guys would take offense to being called cute, y'know?" He smiled against your lips, fifty-percent false confidence and fifty-percent real. It's not like he wasn't excited or anything! In fact, excited was probably the grossest possible understatement he could be making in this exact moment. But he was also just a touch terrified. Not scared like 'horror movie jumpscare' scared, more scared like 'twenty-five year old virgin' scared. And even though Chai knew you, and he trusted you, there was still that panicked little voice in the back of his head, the one he'd tried time and time again to shut up with blasting rock tunes and false bravado but always seemed to work its way back to the surface as soon as he let his guard down.

Don't laugh at me when I'm being serious! Don't make fun of me over this! Don't abandon me as soon as I mess things up! It chattered, incessant and grating in the back of his mind no matter how much he tried to just let himself be, just take in the moment. He knew you wouldn't ever hurt him, not on purpose.

But you could. If you ever wanted to, you could.

"You're not really 'most guys' though, are you Chai?" You cooed, knocking your forehead gently against his. "You're special."

"Aw, you flatter me.~" The tone in his voice oozed confidence, but his expression said anything but. His face was bright red, burning even at the tips of his ears. Though he failed to keep eye contact with you there was a soft, sappy expression in them, something bordering on vulnerability. "You liiiiike me.~" He teased instead, unable to voice the emotions that were just so obvious in his eyes.

"I do." You replied, a smile creeping across your face when you felt his breath hitch and that familiar tempo kick into near double-time. 

"Yeah?" There was a breathlessness to Chai's voice, like he didn't quite believe what you were telling him. If you could you'd bash the heads in of anyone who ever made him feel that way.

"Yeah." But today wasn't a day for acts of righteous violence, and it was hardly the time. So instead you clasped a hand over one of Chai's, the one that wasn't metal, and let it trail up your body, disappearing beneath the fabric of your shirt and further until he was softly cupping your breast in his hand. His breath hitched, red face somehow burning even hotter as he gave you a tentative squeeze. "I like you so much."

"Can-can-can uh, can you-can I- can we, maybe, umm, if you wanna-"

"Can I take my shirt off?"

"Yes please."

You chuckled, the sound better to Chai than any guitar solo he'd ever heard. You peeled the top off slowly, like you were giving him a show, hair fluffing out around your head like a halo as you pulled it over your head and dropped it off the side of your bed frame onto the floor.

"Whoa…" He breathed out a shuddering sigh, metal hand dancing up your side to join the first and leaving a ticklish trail of goosebumps in its wake wherever it brushed across your bare skin. "So soft…"

"Your turn?" You tugged gently on the front of his shirt with a soft smile, a small, inquisitive hum.

"Y-Yeah, of course! Hang on, lemme just-" His scarf and jacket were gone in a flurry, wrestling his shirt off around the bulky joints of his prosthetic. When it was finally free (though it took some tugging and irritated grumbling to get there) the light of his regulator bathed your entwined bodies in a pale blue glow. You trailed your fingers around the metal edge of the implant, adoration dripping from your expression and making Chai feel so… so much. All the words in the world didn't feel like enough to describe it properly. Like his head was full of cotton and his heart was full of honeyed words and major chords, like for once he didn't have to worry that the first words that came to mind would just spill out of him whenever he tried to speak because you wouldn't mind, not one bit. You'd listen. You'd love him anyway.

"Still doing alright?" Chai hadn't realized he'd fallen silent until you called out to him, his gaze snapping up to meet your own. You'd draped one arm over one of his shoulders, twirling the soft hair at the base of his neck between your fingers as your other hand caressed his chest. "You can tell me if you want to stop, I'm not gonna be mad or anything."

"No! No, I'm good. I'm great, actually. Holy shit am I good." You leaned in to press another chaste kiss to his lips, regulator thumping and light pulsing when you made contact. He may have had the world's doofiest grin on his face when you pulled away, but at this point Chai didn't even care. "...You're good too, right? Wanna keep going?"

"Please."

Shifting your weight a little bit awkwardly from one knee to the other, you shimmied out of your bottoms and underwear, kicking them off the side of your bed onto the floor. Then you busied yourself with his belt buckle, metal clinking and sliding under careful fingers as his hands joined yours in wrestling off his skinny jeans. He kicked and shuffled beneath you, trying to wriggle out of the tight denim but frowning as it bunched and caught around his shins where he'd rolled them up.

"Ah, shit. Hang on, I got it, just gotta… Aw, man!"

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound making Chai's face flush even deeper red.

"Don't laugh! I'm struggling here!" He whined.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's just… you don't really need to take them all the way off, y'know?" Fingertips trailing over the front of his tented boxers, you fought down a sly smile when Chai shuddered beneath you. 

"Works for me!" He wheezed, head lolling back as you cupped his length through the flimsy cloth. "Hell, those can go too, if you want."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.~" His response trailed off into a low groan as you stroked him through his boxers, hand working slow and steady. "O-Or you can keep doing this! Fuck, this is pretty good too…"

"I think I'd rather get rid of them, if it makes no difference to you.~" You looped your fingers under the elastic and tugged his boxers down. A sudden wave of shame flooded Chai as his cock sprung up, slapping wetly against his stomach, and he fought the urge to cover his face. He didn't even have his scarf on anymore, anyway, so it wasn't like he had something to hide behind. But you didn't tease him for his eagerness or his fluster, you simply took him in hand, smearing your thumb along the underside of the sticky head with a soft, shuddering sigh, as if you were finding pleasure merely in touching him.

"Still good?" You murmured, gaze never leaving his cock as you gave it a few careful strokes.

"Great. You too? I mean, uh, can I? I want to touch you too, if you want…"

"Of course. Just, uh, maybe not with the robot arm? The joints look a little bit… pinchy."

Chai barked out a laugh, cheeks pulling into a familiar grin. "I think I can manage that." 

His fingertips, warm, slightly calloused, trailed up the soft expanse of your thigh, sweeping through the wiry hair on your mound and dipping between your wet folds. His middle finger trailed the edge of your hole before pressing in, slipping with minimal resistance into slick warmth.

"Whoa…" He breathed, giving his finger an exploratory curl that pulled a warm huff of approval to your lips. "That feels insane. It's so warm."

"Imagine how good it'll feel around your dick."

"Ghh, don't say stuff like that unless you want me to lose it before I'm even in there!"

You laughed, swatting at Chai's hand to free up space between your legs. "Should we move on to the main event then?"

Chai's eyes all but bugged out of his head as you rose up on your knees, aligning his flushed tip with your entrance. "Oh, oh hell yeah. It's not gonna hurt though? I didn't… I didn't really do much, if we're being totally real."

"It's okay, I'll go nice and slow. Just give me time to adjust."

"I will. Holy shit."

You let your body sink down so slowly, so carefully, heat giving way achingly slowly to his intruding cock. Chai's eyes were locked on the spot where your bodies met, teeth digging hard into his lower lip as you took him in. It did hurt, just a little, pleasure sparking just a touch towards pain as your body ached to adjust. Finally, with a shaky groan from the both of you, you rested yourself up on his hips, fully seated on his lap.

"That's it…" He murmured, both hands massaging up your thighs to rest at the curve of your hips. "God, you're incredible. Still hanging in there?"

"Mhm. Just need a minute, then I'll be good." You rested your hands on Chai's chest, tracing the edge of the implant and absentmindedly tapping along to the beat.

It had slipped your mind for a moment while you were getting comfortable, that familiar, unending tempo. But now that you had nothing else to focus on you couldn't help but tune back in. Pulsing beneath your hand you felt like the rhythm had become a part of you as well, like if you really focused you could feel it thrumming through your hand, up your arm, into your chest, down, further down into…

"Oh god." You whined, burying your face into your cupped hands and praying you didn't look as completely flustered as you felt with your face burning into your palms. "...I can feel it."

"I, uh, I hope so? Cause otherwise I'd be, uh, pretty embarrassed here. Don't gotta kick a man when he's already down. Or pinned, in this case."

"No-Chai." One hand still partially covering your face, you let the other rest again on the reinforced glass dome in his chest, fingertips trailing along the edge in a way that made him shiver. "This. I can… I can feel the beat."

A second passed, then another, with Chai blinking up at your bare form in visible confusion. Then, like a lightbulb going off, realization seemed to dawn on his face at the exact moment the implant flared with a pulse of blue-white light.

"IN YOUR PUSSY?!"

"CHAI!!" You couldn't help but laugh despite your embarrassment, mostly covering your eyes with your fingers cracked to peek through the gaps. "You're such a dork." His eyebrows flew up his face as the pink on his cheeks gave way to a brilliant burning red. His gaze flitted from your face, down to where he was buried in you, then your face again, looking somewhere in between a mix of strained and awestruck.

"I can… I can feel when you laugh. It gets all like, mmfh… Holy shit." He squeezed your thigh with his non-enhanced hand to emphasize the noise, and the grip combined with the rhythmic pulse of the music hitting you down somewhere deep pulled a small, pleased groan from your lips before you could fully stifle it. Chai looked shocked for a moment that he was even able to draw such a noise from you, but his expression quickly grew into an incredibly eager smile, less like a guy getting laid for the first time and more like a kid getting exactly what they wanted from Santa for Christmas. His other hand came back down to grip your thigh as well, cool metal making goosebumps break out across your skin. He braced his feet on the mattress and rolled his hips up against yours carefully, almost experimentally once, twice, testing the sensation.

The reaction of the both of you was pretty similar. Chai let out a punched-out wheeze, head lolling back against the pillows as if he could no longer keep it up himself. As for you, his tip kissed a sweet spot inside you right alongside with the pulse of the music, nearly making your back go concave as you instinctively rutted into the pleasure.

"If I died right now, it'd be totally worth it." He groaned, hands sliding up your thighs to grip the fat of your hips, fingers digging in just enough to really feel as he rolled his hips again, and again, trying to match the rhythm in his chest as he bounced you in his lap. You knew Chai was pretty strong, especially after the Armstrong Project, but you couldn't really say you expected him to drag you down onto his cock again and again like you weighed nothing. And in true Chai form, he did it while blathering all the while, drunken-pleasure loosening up his tongue even more than it usually was. "Feels so good. Can we quit work? They don't need us, let's quit and do this fffuhh-forever. Never wanna stop, oh god, never wanna stop fuckin' you."

"Fuck, Chai." You whimpered, knees sliding impossibly further apart as you ground yourself down on his cock, the beat pulsing deep enough to make your toes curl with each thrust. "Don't stop talking, please?"

"Yeah? Can't say I hear that too often. You like when I run my mouth? Can't help telling you how good your pussy feels? Cause you feel fuckin' incredible. Never felt anything like it. You're so wet, fuck. This is the best day of my life."

"Better, hah, better than the robot arm?"

"Are you kidding me? This wins by a crazy huge margin. Holy shit!" He lets out an eager chuckle, hand trailing to the apex of your thigh and thumb trailing into the thatch of hair between your legs. "Wait, hang on, I got this. It's like, right here I think. C'mon, Chai…"

You squealed when his thumb rolled over your clit, just a touch on the rough side. "Chai!"

"Sorry! Sorry! ...Not bad, though?" He cocked an eyebrow at you with a playful smirk as he massaged the swollen bud (more gently this time) under the pad of his thumb. You sighed, melting into his touch as you draped yourself over his chest, nose bumping against his.

"It's good. Really good. Kiss?" 

"Anything for my baby.~"

You draped your arms around his neck, sinking into a sloppy kiss as he continued to bounce you on his lap. Each messy brush of lips and tongue was interspersed with soft groans and sighs, his cock grinding hard against spots that made you see stars. When you clenched around him he pulled away with a wet gasp, eyes screwed shut.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm gonna cum. Don't wanna cum yet, but I can't- ffffuck."

"C'mon, Chai, I wanna feel it." You moaned, fingers lacing into his shaggy hair. "Please cum for me?"

"But y-ohh, you didn't-!"

"I know you'll make it up to me. Just let go, baby. Let me have it."

"Oh God." Chai groaned, hips stuttering as you felt him spill into you. His prosthetic arm creaked and his regulator thumped faster, faster, faster, blue light pulsating between your chests as he unloaded into your cunt. "Ffffuh, so fucking good. So tight, I can't…"

Finally the tension seemed to melt out of his body with a satisfied sigh, Chai melting into the mattress beneath you. You nuzzled yourself into the crook of his neck, cool glass pressing against your chest as you made yourself comfortable.

"...Holy shit." He finally breathed.

"That good, huh?"

"I'm a different person now."

You laughed, Chai's chest rumbling beneath you as he began to chuckle as well. "Hopefully not too different. I happen to like my rockstar the way he is, thank you very much."

"Ahh, you're just trying to butter me up for round two, aren't you?"

"Is it working?"

"...Perhaps.~" You both dissolved into laughter again. "Seriously though, you'd better be ready. As soon as I can think straight it's gonna be your turn."

"Oh really?"

"Show me what you like and I'll make sure you cum as many times as you want. I live to please.~"

For you at least? He certainly did.

#hi fi rush #chai hi fi rush #chai #chai x reader #hi fi rush imagines #chai imagines #hi fi rush smut #my writing #long post

[keline11]

Missa in ME (Minecraft Extremo)

About ME: They had 3 lives, if you lose all 3 you are out, the mobs are more stronger than normal, there is acid rain, at a certain time the pvp is activated, the admins can spawn mobs if you are just chilling, when someone dies there is a loud sound that alerts everyone.

DAY 1.

Spreen, Quackity, Rubius and Shadoune were already in a team, they could only make a team of 5 or less people. Spreen said that they were not adding another person because other people asked if they could join, so he didn’t want to choose a person.

Missa was in a call with quackity and Axoser, in some point axo left and the others of the team of quackity join and decide to adopt missa since they were friends, and he didn't have a team (my boy was alone).

Before the adoption:

Chat: Who is (in) your team?

Missa: “My team: the father, the son and the holy spirit”

Missa: *sees a dog* "Miau"

Chat: Give the bone to the dog.

He got the dog, he name it "Fido".

Missa: "Who is a good boy?"

Missa: "Let's go *fido doesn't move* But today! damnit!"

Fido: *Barks*

Missa: "EH!"

Missa: “Son, everything that you see will be yours, you just have to shoot whoever asks you”.

Missa took a flower for quackity.

Chat: Did you give him the flower?

Missa: "No, I feel shy!"

First close death (the face of panic).

They were away from their base and the acid rain started, fido was outside, they went to save him building something to stop the rain.

Missa: "Open please! he is just a kid!"

Fido wasn't sitting so it keep walking into the rain.

Missa: "Just let it die!"

Rubius: "That dog is stupid!!"

Missa: "In my defense it was adopted!"

Fido survive, missa played "Sweet victory".

They were telling eachother to do a water drop for 100 subs.

Missa: "I'll do it"

Quackity: "No, missa, not you"

Missa: "I'll do it for 3 (subs)"

....

Missa: “My mom says 'If your friends do a water drop you do it with them?' I already have my bucket in my hand” (Chayannes' papa everyone)

Fido died o7

A strong mob appeared, Spreen and Rubius are in the hole.

Spreen: “they almost throw it (the mob) in”

Missa: *Doesn't know they are in there* “I am going to throw it (the mob) in”

Spreen: “NOO NONOOOOO!!!”

Missa: *In shock seeing them get out the hole*

Spreen: “Who was the motherfucker(who did it)?”

Rubius did the water drop o7 (2/3 lives).

House burning 1.

A mob burned it.

Missa started building his farm under the base and rubius made a furnace with a password which they can't open.

House burning 2

Missa went mining, when he came back some people were burning their house, destroyed their crops and almost killed missa when the pvp wasn't on (because spreen killed one of them xd).

Spreen: “Do you have the names (who did it)?”

Missa: *says the names*

Spreen: “That’s it, later we kill them, don't worry”

After rebuilding the house, Missa fisherman was born.

Missa, Quackity and Rubius went mining and... CREEPER! AWW MAN! (2/3 missa lives).

Missa started his sheep family (cult).

Shadoune and spreen killed the 2two that burned their house and almost kill missa.

Spreen: "missa we avenge you!"

Missa: "you guys are awesome" (Idk how to translate "que grande")

And in the las minute they were panicking because it was hard to open the door.

Missa: "At least we ended the day together"

END OF DAY 1.

#missa cubito #missa #missasinfonia #minecraft extremo #i missa missa

[welldonebeca]

The Boy (I)

Summary: During a witch hunt, Jack accidentally turns into a little kid.

The problem is that it wasn’t a spell. Sometimes he just wants his body to reflect the age he sometimes feels like.

The thing is… the guys don’t know about that. Yet.

Characters: Jack, Dean. Sam, Castiel.

WC: 2.5k words

Warnings: Age regression. Fluff. Angst. Canon.

Masterlist

Jack watched his feet swinging for a moment, too short for the tall bed.

He didn't know when he had gotten this power. Maybe he always had it.

He remembered being a baby in his mother's womb and feeling how scared and afraid to have him out there in the world like a baby, so he made himself grown.

Or maybe it was something that came from absorbing Chuck's power, though most of it was gone - Free will was finally real.

Either way, Jack just knew that one day he was in his bed, watching TV on his laptop, and then he looked down on himself and he was just a small child.

He didn't freak out.

It wasn't like he didn't want it.

So he reached for his favourite teddy - talking Marwin, a gift from Cas - and hugged him close. It was so much bigger now, he needed more than just his hand to hold it close.

"What do I do?" he tried to ask, but the bear didn't answer, so he just went back to his show.

Bluey was very cool. The music was nice, and he wanted to be like her.

He wished he had someone to giggle around and play with, like Bluey had Bingo.

Jack kept watching for another hour, and by the time Sam was back to get him for dinner, he was older again.

He didn't understand what it all meant, but he didn't want to stop.

So, since he was an actual adult, he went online and got things for himself. Colouring books, toys, squishmallows - his favourite - and lots of soft clothes that made him feel very small.

Now, Jack knew he should tell someone. He knew he probably should have told his father, most especially. But thinking of telling him made him think of the empty and how he died because he was trying to save him, and his stomach would act all weird, and he knew he would cry if he was smaller.

They didn't talk about things because Jack had fixed everything!

So why mess it up again?

So, he kept it a secret. Dean always said that usually worked. And it did.

Until it didn't.

They were out to a hunt in New Orleans, in the swamps, and Dean was excited to bring Jack along. He wanted Jack to get better at hunting, which made him excited! He craved Dean's approval and worked hard for it.

Even though Dean's motto was ‘prepare for anything’, they were not prepared for five swamp witches. Castiel was able to take some on his own, but with his limited grace, he had to team up with Dean, and Jack did the same with Sam.

He tried to stay close to him, but then he was thrown into the lake, and when he was out, the witches had his dad in a chokehold of vines.

"No!" he cried out.

"You killed my sister," she hissed cruelly. "I'll take something from you, too, now."

The vines wrapped around him, pulling him into the mud, and Jack panicked.

"No, please," he tried to beg as Sam's face became red.

She couldn't hurt him, no!

"I'll drown you until you die," she taunted Jack. "And kill your father here right in front of your eyes, and you can do nothing about it."

"No!" he shouted, feeling his eyes glowing. "You won't hurt him! I won't let anyone else die!"

A blast of light came out of him and he couldn't stop screaming, until his throat was hurting and he was sobbing, tiny feet stuck in the mud and the vines weren't holding him anymore.

"Jack?!" he heard. "Oh my God."

Sam grabbed him, lifting him, and Jack whined, crying and crying, trying to stop but he just couldn't!

His emotions were too much, everything was too much.

He barely understood what the others said as Sam wrapped something warm and soft around him and rubbed his back, walking.

The floor was so distant now, he was so tall.

"It's alright," he spoke softly. "You are alright, it's alright."

But he just fisted his shirt in his little hands.

Of course he knew he was alright! But he was scared.

She had almost killed him.

"Are you sure he isn't hurt?" Castiel asked from behind him.

"I checked," Sam's big hands rubbed his back. "But he won't calm down."

He sat in the car with him, and he could hear movement around them.

"Boy might be small, but he's got some strong lungs," Dean grunted.

They could have died!

Again!

And he couldn’t see them dying again, he couldn’t!

What if he hadn’t saved them, and then they were hurt? And maybe one of the witches was still there and maybe she would come after them, and then his family would be hurt, and…

“Alright!” Dean spoke and the car suddenly stopped. “Give him to me. You drive.”

Sam froze, holding him.

“Dean…”

"I will not be driving back to the motel covered in swamp and witch guts with a screaming kid,” he interrupted him. “Hand him to me.”

Jack cried more. Was he mad at him?

Had he done anything wrong? Why was he so loud and angry?

Sam moved and passed him on, and Jack was ready to hear him saying he was crying too much, and was disturbing them and had to shut, up, but Dean just held him close.

“Hey, Jack,” he spoke softly, rubbing his back with a hand and petting his hair with another. “It’s alright. We’re safe, everyone is safe.”

Jack squeezed his shirt in his hand, trying to breathe. But before they weren’t!

“You’re safe,” he assured him again. “We are safe. We are going to be alright.”

He could just sniff, and Dean moved him back, looking at his face, and focused his green eyes on him.

“Can you breathe with me?” he asked.

Jack tried to nod, still sobbing, and Dean opened his mouth like a fish, taking his hand and putting it on his chest and doing the same with Jack.

“We suck in,” he instructed, and breathed in, and he tried to follow him along. “Hold it.”

Dean puffed his cheeks, and he did the same,

He raised his hand, and showed him his closed fist, counting up to five with it.

“And out,” he exhaled slowly.

He nodded, doing it with him, and Dean smiled softly.

“Again, okay?” he asked.

Jack let him guide him, and finally felt himself a little bit calmer, and rested his cheek on his chest, turning to the side as Dean just continued to rub his back, now slowly.

It was only then that he saw Sam.

He was all dirty, with big red marks on his neck.

Oh no!

He whined, unable to stop himself, and Dean brushed his hair back.

“Hey,” he called softly, making him look at him. “You’re scared for Sammy, that is it? He’s okay, it was just a scare. Sammy is a big boy.”

He nodded to himself. Alright, okay.

Yes, he was alright.

Sam was super strong. Well, not as strong as Cas, but still really strong!

He almost dozed off into Dean’s chest - the car was moving so nicely, and the noise felt good. But Jack woke up when they reached the motel, and he adjusted him in his arms.

“Okay, Jack,” he squeezed him a little, opening the door of the car. “Let’s get you cleaned up, uh?”

“I do it,” Castiel spoke before Dean could step out, and he turned to see him standing outside.

He felt him stopping.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I mean, he’s like… he is a kid, we should-”

“He is my son, Dean,” Castiel interrupted him, firmly.

Jack turned to look at him, and stretched his arms to him, and put his head on his shoulder when his father picked him up.

Cas easily graced all the mud and blood away from him, but he put some warm water to place Jack in the tub, and knelt in front of him to scrub him clean.

He just wished they had some bath toys. The water felt so boring.

"Jack?" he called softly, rubbing soap on his arms and shoulders, to clean him. "Do you know who I am?"

He looked up and smiled. Of course he knew!

"Papa!" he cooed.

Castiel relaxed, his shoulders dropping a little as he relaxed.

“Yes, sweet boy,” he scrubbed his neck. “Do you know how this happened?"

Oh.

They didn’t know that it was Jack who had done this.

They probably thought it was the witch.

The witch who had been trying to hurt his dad, and then he-

"I hurt that lady," he realised, pouting and running his hand through the water while Cas ran shampoo through his hair.

"You were protecting Sam," Cas corrected him, and covered his eyes with a clean hand as he rinsed it off.

Still, Jack continued to pout.

"I don’t like hurting people..." he confessed.

Even if it was to protect other people.

Castiel sighed and looked at him, sad.

"I know, and you shouldn’t have to," he caressed his hair. "You seem to be all clean, are you ready to come out?"

Jack nodded. He usually liked bath time at the bunker, but there were no bubbles he could make and no toys he could play with, so he just let papa lift him up and bundle him in a towel.

When they walked into their room, seeing Dean walk past them, he raised his eyes to find Sam there in front of a mirror.

"Sam,” Cas squeezed him close. “Let me heal you.”

He shook his head, looking at them.

"No, no, Cas, you’ve used up a lot of grace,” he waved a hand to him, not even looking in his direction. “It’s just the skin, don’t worry."

When he turned around, his face softened the moment Sam saw him.

"Hey buddy,” he walked to him, and tickled his belly, making him giggle. “Your dad got you all cleaned up, uh?”

“He is not a muddy boy anymore,” Castiel joked.

Sam smiled and touched his face, hand looking huge.

"Well, it looks like Jack's clothes shrunk with him, but they’re all pretty dirty,” he told his papa and then looked at him. “So your tighty whiteys will have to do, little man, and you can borrow one of Dean's shirts."

He giggled.

Tighty whiteys.

He was still laughing about it as Sam pulled a Metallica shirt over him, covering him up like a dress - though Jack didn’t quite care - and jumped at the fluffy motel carpet when his feet touched it.

So fluffy!

“Are you sure he should be barefoot on this carpet?” Castiel asked, eyes focused on it as if he could see every stain down the molecular level. “It’s so dirty.”

Jack giggled.

Molecular.

That was a funny word too.

“Well, his socks are all caked with mud,” Sam remarked. “Plus, kids build up immunity. He’ll be alright.”

Jack fell seated, and then slapped the carpet.

Fluffy fluff.

“I didn’t hear the witch say anything before she died,” he told them, sounding more serious. “Are you sure it’s a curse?

“What else could it be?” Castiel asked back, and Sam sighed.

“We shouldn’t have gone on this hunt,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “But it’s what we do, right?”

The two exchanged looks, and his Papa tilted his head, looking sad and unsure.

“Does it always have to be?”

The question hung in the air before the bathroom door opened, and Dean looked over at them.

"Is that my shirt?" Dean suddenly looked at Jack and he smiled, pulling his legs under it.

"He needed clothes," Sam said simply, walking into the bathroom and closing the door.

He was so tall.

Dean sighed

"That was the only shirt I packed," he huffed, but he didn’t seem to care, laying on the bed shirtless.

Oh! The bed!

He stood up and tried to climb up, grabbing the mattress and jumping a little.

He was too little to climb.

“Unkie Dean!” he whined.

Dean chuckled.

“You got it, buddy,” he flipped through the channels. “I believe in you.”

Jack stopped, surprised.

He did?!

“Okie,” he grabbed the mattress, trying his hardest.

“Do you want my help?” papa offered.

He shook his head.

“No, thank you,” he swung his leg up, propping it against the mattress to help him up. “I got it.”

He was able to throw his arms over, but the quilted blanket started to make him slip down just after he grabbed it, and Jack gasped, falling on his butt on the carpet.

“Oh no, poor buddy,” Dean laughed.

He pouted, feeling his lip trembling and about to cry, but suddenly Dean’s arm swung over the side of the bed, and he didn’t seem to notice it, just watching the TV.

This was his chance!

Jack grabbed his arm and used it to climb up right, and almost missed when he helped him move up, pulling his arm back and holding his leg.

“See?” he asked. “I told you that you could do it.”

He squealed, all excited, and jumped on the bed, happy.

“Papa, I did it!”

Castiel walked to him, putting his arm out, looking a little cautious.

"I’m so proud of you, angel," he smiled.

Jack giggled, feeling a little flushed as he fell and sat on the bed.

“Yeah, you are a baby angel, uh?” Dean teased, tickling his belly.

Jack huffed. Baby? He wasn’t a baby!

“I’m not a baby!” he held up his hand. “I’m five! Not a baby!”

Dean just chuckled

“Oh yes you’re right you’re not a little baby with a cute baby face,” he suddenly scooped Jack into his arms, trapping him between his chest, squeezing and tickling him more.

He couldn’t help laughing more.

“Be careful Dean,” Sam called, and he looked over to find him across the room in his pyjamas. “We don’t know if he remembers being potty trained.”

He wanted to frown, but only managed to laugh.

Of course he remembered how to use the potty!

“Daddy!” he called, squirming away from him. “Help!”

Sam hurried over and picked him up, freeing Jack from his brother's tickling fingers.

“You’re safe,” he smiled.

Jack watched his face, finding him a little conflicted, but just cuddled up to him.

“Daddy,” he yawned.

Oh, he was sleepy.

Sam moved to his bed and gave him space to cuddle up to him.

“Don’t think too much about it, Sammy,” Dean yawned. “Tomorrow we’ll get back to the bunker and we’ll figure out what to do.”

Jack squirmed a bit but tried to keep his eyes closed.

His bigger side was worried about what he could say when they got back home. He couldn’t be a baby forever, but he didn’t want to go back to being just Jack.

He relaxed when he felt a hand on his hair, brushing it back, and a kiss on his forehead.

“Sleep well, Jack,” papa’s deep voice soothed him while daddy held him closer. “I’ll watch over you.”

Maybe he could try to stay little for just a little longer.

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