this glasses make him look more handsome

know it all — p.p.

summary : may parker can’t fathom that you and her nephew aren’t dating yet- she can’t wait forever, you know, and she knows it’s going to happen eventually. when has may ever been wrong?

word count : 3k

author’s note : long time no see?? LOL sophomore year is successfully kicking my ass but i wrote this and it’s semi long so?? 

   May Parker prides herself on a lot of things- namely, her stunning resilience in the face of immense adversity, and the way she just seems to know things. She can’t help it, it’s her not so lame superpower and she uses it on Peter all the time, much to his annoyance. She earns a roll of the eyes whenever she says something out of the blue, so profound Peter can’t help but contemplate its credibility for the hours that follow their interactions. She knows things, she does, and she knows that you and her nephew are as meant to be as her and Ben were- are, she chastises herself sometimes- and she knows it so truly in the deepest recesses of her heart that the fact that you and Peter aren’t together is something that goes right over her head. 

   “Peter, hon, when’s your girl coming over? I miss having other ladies in the house,” she says one day, interrupting the silence that had settled upon the pair  as Peter recited the periodic table of elements so naturally in his head in preparation for a quiz the following day. Peter loses track somewhere between lithium and beryllium or maybe it was phosphorus, he doesn’t know anymore, when he hears May call you that, his girl, and he shakes his head at her wildly. “What? What’d I say?” May points her wooden spoon at him, and Peter’s reminded that she’s Italian for the fifth time that day. 

   “May, she’s not- she’s not my, like, girlfriend,” he stresses each syllable the word carries, practically throwing his pencil across the table when he turns his chair to get a better view of his aunt as she prepares dinner- pasta, again, because she claims it’s the only thing she can’t possibly mess up. “You know that! Y/N’s been my best friend forever.” 

    “You realize you can be best friends with your girlfriend, don’t you?” Peter can sense May’s eyes rolling even though he can’t see her since she’s facing the stove with her back turned. “You two have definitely kissed. You can’t tell me you haven’t.” 

    Peter’s entire face feels hot when she says that, his hands clammy when he presses them together against his cheeks, placing his elbows on the table to prop his head up. “That’s embarrassing, May. Why would you ever ask me that?” He runs his hands through his hair and the gel is so terribly packed on it that the carefully prepared hairstyle comes undone with one swift movement. “We haven’t, in case you’re wondering, which I know you are because you’re nosy.” Peter feels the spoon lightly poke into his back, a playful warning. 

   “Anyways,” May continues loudly, “as I was saying before, your girlfriend should come over for dinner sometime this week. I’m making pasta.” She grins before placing a bowl of penne in front of Peter, his least favorite pasta shape. Peter scowls at the penne but picks up his fork anyway and shoves some in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before giving May a thumbs up. At least she was proud of it. “I won’t make penne if you get her to come over.” 

    She knows she’s got him when she sees the slow, unsure nod start. He sticks his hand out, and May shakes it happily. “Only because of the penne. I want bowties. Please,” he gives his aunt his best, brightest, sweetest smile he can form, much like the ones that come so naturally when he turns his gaze to look at you- but May won’t bring that up just yet. “And don’t make girlfriend jokes in front of her.” His utensil stabs into the pasta as he thinks to himself, ‘cause if you keep it up in front of her, she’ll think I’m a weirdo and I’ll never genuinely get to call Y/N that, ever. Honestly, he’d much rather launch himself headfirst off of the Empire State Building than never get to experience kissing you, holding your hand, being with you in all those sorts of hopelessly romantic ways that he daydreams about regularly. He’s doing it again, slipping into that endless reverie he always seems to find himself lost in. But it’s okay. His mind is a chasm of soft loves and sweet words shared between the two of you. It’s a beautiful, long mess of a dream. 

   “You lost, Pete?” May snaps her fingers in front of his face, bemused. 

    “A little,” he sighs in that dreamy tone she recalls her own self indulging in so fondly in her younger years. His gaze becomes hazy again, like he’s on another plane entirely, but she lets him be. For now. 

    Peter knows he’s dressing up a little too much for just a friend. He’s spraying too much strong cologne and gelling his hair excessively and praying you won’t notice the fact that it’ll be dryer than the leaves in the wintertime, but it’s all too much for someone he insists is his best friend and his best friend alone, nothing more and nothing less, certainly not his girlfriend. Never that, right? Peter frowns at his reflection and tilts his head down, rubbing his head in attempt to remove most of the gel that had been a serious mistake in the first place. You preferred his hair curly, anyway. Not that he cared. Not in the slightest. He puts on the sweater that you once said looked lovely on him and he wears his nice jeans, the ones without that stupid hole near the butt cheek that you can’t really see unless you’re trying

   His cheeks flush when May gives a tiny, satisfied smirk upon seeing his perfectly put together outfit. He acts as if no time at all was spent on his appearance, but she knows him, like she knows everything else, and she knows that he’s been holed up in the bathroom for over twenty minutes now trying to see which shirt matched his eyes best and debating the chances of you realizing that this was the sweater you liked the most on him before he put it on and beamed at himself in the mirror. Maybe it was the color or the stitching or the fabric but he was starting to like this one much more, too. 

   “You look very handsome, sweets,” May says to him, squeezing his shoulder as she brushes past him to place a salad on the table. Peter surveys the salad with a strange look on his face. 

   “Why’d you make a salad? Since when does Y/N eat salad?” He raises his eyebrows at her, before adding with haste, “not that I don’t love your salad, Aunt May, ‘cause I do. I promise.”  

   Aunt May places her hands on her hips, peering at him through the tops of her glasses in a way that makes her look too wise for someone as young as she was. “I’m making a good impression, obviously.” 

   “You’ve known her for like ten years now, the time for good impressions is over, May. You missed your chance.”

   “This is the first time I’m seeing Y/N as your girlfriend, though!” Peter lets out the loudest groan imaginable, running his hands over his cheeks and slapping his forehead with great vexation. 

   “Still not my girlfriend,” he insists on insisting, taking the extra plates out of her busy hands and helping to set the small kitchen table. 

   May smooths back a loose strand of hair from his forehead with a kind, teasing grin on her face. “Doesn’t mean you don’t want her to be, kiddo.” 

   He can’t possibly argue with that sort of logic, especially not when his aunt hits the nail right on the head in that peculiar way she has a habit of doing, so he just smiles and kisses May on the cheek. There’s a knock on the door less than a second later, and the pair scramble for the upper hand before Peter beats her to it and nearly flies to grab the handle of it and yank it open so he can greet you accordingly, slightly out of breath with his hair flopping to one quite nicely and a joyous smile making its way across his mouth when he sees you for the first time that day. May hovers earnestly behind him, hands fluttering over her nephew’s shoulders so she can push past him to wrap you in a hug if need be. Sometimes Peter has the impression that May adores you even more than he does; he wasn’t sure if he should be glad for that, or a bit offended that you seemed to return the blatant favoritism with ardency. 

   There was a brief second where your eyes raked over your best friend’s face with soft admiration, hidden as carefully as you could manage. When you met his appreciative gaze you felt the palms of your hands clam up and so you cast your look back to his aunt and playfully pushed past him to give her a hug. 

   Peter, offense overriding his previously somewhat moonstruck expression, backed away from you when you finally turned toward him with your arms outstretched. “Oh, now I get a hug? Interesting,” he rolls his eyes in a teasing manner, unable and unwilling to conceal his little, loving smile that appeared when you pried his arms off his chest and defiantly wrapped them around yourself as you hugged him. “Didn’t seem so interested in hugging me when you were shoving me away to get to May,” he says, craning his neck to stare at you whilst continuing to drag the embrace out for as long as possible. 

   “You’re still my favorite Parker,” you reply, poking his chest lightly. Then you turn away before you can say anything else that could be considered too revealing of certain, carefully concealed feelings that had the possibility of being detrimental to a beautiful friendship that had manifested over the years into something more, but not quite, not yet. “Sort of,” you put as an afterthought, lest he get any ideas about you feeling… something for him. “Anyways, what’s for dinner, May?” You anticipate pasta, and when May announces the dish with a great flourishing of her hand, you grin. Typical, yes, but nothing if not welcomed. 

  Peter, gentleman that he is, pulls out your chair for you, and you let yourself imagine that he’s doing it as a chivalrous boyfriend and not simply a polite friend. He imagines the same, though. Imagines that he’s on a date with you and he pulls out your chair and smiles kindly and lovingly- and he basks in this image for as long as he can. May calls you over then, and the daydream is shattered. You make your way over to her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. 

   May lowers her voice before speaking, “Y/N, I’m gonna need you to explain something to me,” she starts. You nod, raising your eyebrows at her. “Explain why you and Peter aren’t together yet. Honestly, honey, I just can’t understand it.” She talks with her hands the way Peter does. 

   “Uh- what? I, um, I don’t… understand?” Your voice cracks a little, as if having May practically shove your less than friendly feelings for Peter back in your face wasn’t embarrassing enough. “We’re, um, you know, like, friends.” 

   Her hand waves dismissively, pushing that sentence away. “No, no, see that’s what he said, too! I have to disagree. I know everything, kiddo, and I know that you two are going to make it as a couple, so if that’s what your afraid of, don’t be. Go for it. I see the same thing in him that I see in you right now, and that thing is love. So, I’m going to need you to go make my nephew the happiest kid on Earth and tell him you’re falling in love with him, and you’ll see that he’s going to say the same thing to you. Trust me. Aunt May knows all,” she shrugs in a casual manner, brushing her confidence off, before she steers you around and gently pushes you back toward the tiny dining room table where Peter sits awkwardly fiddling with his thumbs with his lip caught between his teeth. 

   “Hi,” you almost whisper, settling down in your seat across from him. 

   He glances up. “Hey,” he says, smiling again. A reflex, in your presence. He clears his throat, then asks, “So, what’d you and May talk about?” He knows May loves him as if he were her son, which for all intents and purposes he is, but he can’t be sure of her secrecy. He wouldn’t put it past his aunt to let slip “accidentally” that he liked you, loved you, cared for you. 

   You take a sip of your glass of water that Peter must have filled in your absence from the table. You had a tendency to take sips of your drink when in uncomfortable conversations, or conversations you felt nervous in. He notes that. “Oh, um, nothing really… but if were gonna talk about it, I’d wanna do it in, like, private?” You twirl your straw around your drink, mixing the ice in the glass. Peter abruptly stands from his chair. You watch him sling a jacket around his shoulders and throw one of his sweaters at you, which you catch easily. “You wanna go now?” 

   He nods, licking his lips anxiously. “No better time than the present, right?” If you’re going to confront him and crush his heart with a single sentence that stands along the lines of I see you as a friend, he wants it done sooner rather than later. He wants it over with, so he can go back to his suffering in comfortable silence and start an attempt to move past this crush the way he had easily drifted away from his crush on Liz Allan. You fumble with the sweater as you stand. “May, we’re gonna step out for a bit!” Peter announces, opening the front door of his apartment and letting you slip out first. He doesn’t wait for her response before he disappears, too. May watches the two of you leave and feels her heart grow twice its size. 

  You’re standing outside the apartment building ten minutes later in the chilly autumn breeze, thankful for the cologne scented sweater that rests over your body like a warm blanket. Peter’s hands are never cold, and so they linger outside of his pockets as opposed to yours, shoved inside the front pocket of the sweater he’s given you. He reaches for your hands wordlessly and rubs them over his. “You’re always freezing,” he laughs quietly, lacing his fingers through yours with a new burst of confidence that you find endearing as you squeeze his hands. “Hey, wanna know something? You might know it already but, I figure I should tell you myself, if you wanna know.” He swings his hands back and forth, and yours swing along with his. 

   “Yeah, please,” you insist, twisting your head to the side to sweep the windswept hair out of your face. One of Peter’s hands comes up to brush it out of the way, typical and cliche and an overplayed move but none of that matters when the action is being carried out, because it makes your stomach constrict in that funny way and your heart melt into a puddle on the dirty sidewalk. His fingers linger over the softness of your cheek, and he keeps his hand there to see what you’ll say about it. You say nothing, let remain there. “You gonna tell me or not?” 

  “Should I- I could maybe…” he sucks on the bottom of his lip. “Forget it, I don’t know how to speak properly around you like this.” You start to protest, demand he tell you because you won’t be able to stop thinking about this if he doesn’t, but every word dies before it can touch the edge of your lips. Peter has his head lowered down toward you and he’s kissing you, a thought that’s crossed your mind more times than you were able to count but now, it’s happening. Real lips pressed against yours feverishly, shyness forgotten in the heat of the moment. When he pulls away first, it returns and collides with him as if he’s hit a brick wall, and his cheeks burn red. He makes no move to back away, still. “D-Did I step out of line? Was that okay? Do you hate me? ‘Cause if you do we can go back upstairs or you can leave and then on Monday we can pretend that this never happened because you’re still my best friend no matter what even if it’s awkward-” 

   Your hands clasp together around the back of his neck as you yank him down toward you again, and this time you kiss him back. You can feel him smiling so hard it makes it difficult to kiss him, but when you break away to tell him that, he just laughs and smiles harder and keeps kissing you. He doesn’t know how to stop now that’s he had the opportunity. You’re both laughing hysterically and trying to kiss properly and his nose bumps against yours repeatedly, and it’s the most perfect first kiss in the world. 

   He keeps his hand firmly grasped in yours when you go back upstairs to his seventh floor apartment, opens the door for you and everything. May is sitting at the table, turns her head to the both of you and peers at you from the top of her glasses. Peter raises his hand and yours, triumphant. May claps her hands together as he, your boyfriend, declares proudly, “Aunt May, I would like to formally introduce you to my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, who I hope will be sticking around?” He looks to you for reassurance, and gets what he needs from the happy kiss you bestow upon the side of his face. 

   “I told you two I know everything!” Is what breaks the joyous silence, and then the laughter starts again; a perfectly lovely family. 

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BTS’s reaction to their s/o having a PDA addiction:

💌 requested by @pastelxxwitch (your English isn’t bad at all, sweetie!)

A/N: As I mentioned before, I don’t write NSFW, but hopefully I was able to do this request justice. I made it super fluffy. Hope you enjoy it, loves~ 💖

Jin: You have a problem, you know you do. It’s too much - you always go too far. But when you get the urge to cuddle your boyfriend over a respectable family dinner, it’s not something you can easily dismiss. He’s looking so handsome, serving stew to his mother, sleeves rolled up, shirt damp with sweat and kitchen steam - less like a boyfriend, more like a husband. A husband that needs a barrage of hugging and kissing as punishment for being so drop-dead gorgeous.

As he sits down opposite, you give him a look – the look – to let him know what’s up. He doesn’t get the hint at first, so you inch your toes across the wooden flood until you find his shape under the table, and give his leg a nudge with your foot.

His eyes flicker to yours, brows raised in amusement. You’ve been together long enough to understand what his silent signals mean. Translation: “So, playing footsie is a thing we do now?”

You rub your foot up and down the inside of his calf, smiling at him through half-lidded eyes. Translation: “Yes, it’s a thing we do. Starting now.”

Jin looks you up and down, totally distracted now. You’re winning. Just a little more, and he’ll bend to your will. With one last brush of your toe against his trouser leg he stands up, displacing his glass of water, so that a few drops spot the table. “I just remembered that there’s a bottle of wine I forgot to open. Y/N, come and help me get the wine glasses.”

That’s your cue to leave, following him to the kitchen for an emergency make-out session:

“Was there a reason you desperately needed to disrupt our family dinner?”

“You were looking unfairly handsome,” you reply, “You needed to be punished.”

“With kisses?”

“The worst type of punishment.” You kiss him to prove you mean it.

Originally posted by jinmini

Yoongi: Well, this is new.

Normally, you have to beg Yoongi for hugs in public – pulling on his sweater sleeves, pulling on his hair, pulling on his ragged ends with pleas of “Please, Yoongi. Please.” Then he’d roll his eyes, shuffle closer and drape you in his warmth, with an arm around your shoulder while he mumbled about how embarrassing you are.

But today - today is different. And you certainly aren’t complaining.

Pressing his nose into your neck, pulling you closer, his hands fall around your waist, reaching down until they find leverage in the back pockets of your jeans. Without you asking; without him kicking and screaming and making a fuss about it.

You have to pull back a fraction to check his cheeks, which burn pink, just to make sure this is definitely your boyfriend and not some weird, alien replacement.

“What?” he demands.

You shake your head, and curl your arms around his neck. “Nothing… I just though you didn’t like cuddling in public.”

“I don’t.”

“Then what do you call this?”

He burrows deeper, pressing his face into the fabric of your shirt. “I call this an emergency.”


He nods. “I was running low on hugs.”

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Hoseok: You fidget anxiously. It’s been three hours, fifteen minutes and nine seconds since your last cuddle with Hoseok, and you’re beginning to feel cold already – what you need right now is a hug, or a hand in your hand, anything really, you’re not picky. But in the middle of the supermarket, mid weekly shop, isn’t the best place or time to tackle your boyfriend. Still, his back is looking exceptionally inviting underneath that tight-fitting t-shirt, just asking for you to snatch him up as he stretches up to reach a cereal box on the highest shelf.

As he turns back to toss the box in the shopping trolley, he pauses, eyeing you up and down, and that’s when you realise you’ve been biting your lip all this time, making heart-eyes his way. Not so subtle.

“What?” he asks, although he knows exactly ‘what’.

You press your palms onto the trolley’s handle and push it in his direction so the metal frame bumps against him. “Don’t ‘what?’ me.”

His response is a chuckle. “Is it that bad? You need me that much?”

You nod, and he licks his lips, before glancing up and down the aisle. There’s no one about. A motion of his hand is all the invitation you need to dive into his arms, and drown him in kisses, hidden by the shelves of biscuits and crisps.

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Namjoon: “Namjoon, I need a hug.” You hold your arms out to your boyfriend.

“What why? Are you feeling okay?” As usual, Namjoon’s brain is spinning with possible reasons for this sudden request. Are you down? Depressed? Feeling lonely or anxious? Whatever it is, Namjoon’s ready to hug it away, even if you are in the middle of the main street.

You just shake your head at his concern, your smile stretching fondly. “Nothing’s wrong. I just love you. And I want a hug.”

That’s all you need to say. Namjoon’s face relaxes, his shoulders sag, and he breathes a sigh of relief. A hug for love’s sake. Of course. In one step, he’s by your side, wrapping his arms around your waist – not because it’s raining in your heart, or the sky above you is crumbling down, or the very fabric of the Earth is fraying. But just because you wanted it.

And you also – “Was that the first time you said that you love me?” he asks.

“I think it was.”

“Well. I love you too.”



Originally posted by bangthebae

Jimin: You have a new hobby: embarrassing your boyfriend in front of his friends.

Jimin, who’s normally more snuggly than your bed on a rainy Monday morning, forgets all about your habitual cuddling when he’s with his group, keeping his distance instead, and getting jumpy when you brush against him.

Now that you’ve figured out how much power you possess – with him pleading “please – not so much PDA while I’m around my friends, I need to keep some semblance of my masculinity”, and you cooing back “sure thing, my squishy mochi” – it’s time to wreak some havoc.

The next time you’re at Taehyung’s house, you decide to put your plan in motion, pouncing on Jimin and tackling him to the couch. This should be fun.

“What are you doing?” His cheeks rise a couple of shades of red.

“Just cuddling like we normally do, mochi-wochi,” you purr, settling yourself in his lap.

The other boys burst out laughing at your actions, while Jimin squirms underneath you, trying to wriggle free. But it’s no use. Cuddling is serious business to you, and there’s no way you’re letting him go.

Sighing, he surrenders, and with his masculinity in shreds, he kisses your cheek as a form of peace-keeping. “Alright you win,” he mumbles, “Just, please, no more ‘mochi-wochi’.”

Originally posted by minblush

Taehyung: You and Taehyung are tied together by the heartstrings. You have a connection that you can’t quite explain, and somehow, you both seem to know exactly when the other’s craving touch - feelings so in sync, Taehyung needs you exactly when you need him.

Today is no exception. You’re sitting in a café with Taehyung, smiling stupidly-in-love over ice-cream sundaes, when all of a sudden you need – need – to cuddle with him, or your heart might seize up.

Without a word, without warning, you slip out of your seat, and rounding the table to Taehyung’s side, wrap your arms around his shoulders.

He twists his neck to gaze up at you, brown eyes blinking. “You alright?”

“Yeah. I just really needed a hug, all of a sudden.”

“Good, me too.” He grins, and you duck your head down for a kiss on his unsuspecting lips.

With a smooth motion, he slides his chair back, making room for you to sit on his lap, which you’re more than happy to accept, and from this perch you have easy access to his triple-chocolate knickerbocker glory.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Taehyung scoffs, as you lick chocolate sauce off his spoon, “You only like me for my desserts?”

“Opps. Exposed,” you laugh, and Taehyung leans in to peck a stray speck of chocolate from your chin.

When you kiss back again, he shivers below you, body responding before he can control it. Forgetting the café around you, the hustle and bustle of baristas and customers, you and Taehyung melt into each other like the ice-cream in your bowl.

Originally posted by buisually-appealing

Jungkook: Jungkook doesn’t like cuddling in public. It’s something you learnt about him a long time ago, on your first date in fact, sharing secrets with a game of ’20 questions’ - when he said ‘I’m embarrassed to touch in public’ you had almost ended the relationship then and there. How were you – one of the clingiest, touchy-feeliest people on the planet – going to cope with a guy who melted into a blushing pile of mush any time you so much as brushed fingers in public. Even when you got him to hold your hand, murmuring ‘Look, see? No one minds, no one’s looking,’ he’d still stay as stiff as steel, and snap your fingers apart when anyone so much as glanced in your general direction.

Thankfully, you had discovered a way to combat the problem, crafting the perfect date for you and your boyfriend – a public place where you could touch to your heart’s content, without Jungkook shying away from the eyes of disapproving grannies and curious children: a magical place called the cinema.

Seated in the back row, you can share a bag of popcorn and as many kisses as you want, without fear of being watched. With everyone else transfixed on the film, you and Jungkook can devote yourselves to each other. As the movie heroes strike out on quests to discover new lands, you explore new parts of Jungkook, acquainting yourself with every centimetre of exposed skin: cheeks, neck, knuckles, the inside of his wrists, any part he gives. He relaxes in your arms, and watching him unfurl for you is better than any film – he is your masterpiece, better directed that Steven Spielberg. In the dark of the cinema, you fall in love.

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

! I did not make the gifs !

anonymous asked:

prompt of Eddie being afraid to hold richies hand for the first time

im fuckin shattered mate. i am also sorry for gettin this out so late. oh n excuse any of the grammatical errors 

pairing: reddie, stenbrough, also contains lesbian!beverly marsh Hell Fuckin Yea

warnings: homophobic slurs 

this spiraled out of my control and now it’s… this. anyways i hope you enjoy lads

Eddie clears his throat. 


Eddie clears his throat again. 

Still, Richie is chattering away at Beverly, who is absently picking at her nails as they stand outside in the school’s hallways, waiting for the rest of their friends as the bell rings. 

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For @abloodneed, one of the most amazing, beautiful men alive. Thank you for always being you.

There were certain things that Magnus feared. The loss of a loved one—his mind flashed to quick strides, dark hair and hazel eyes—, the loss of a friend—his breath caught at the image of dark eyes, dark hair streaked with grey, twin horns, and skin grown cold—, and the loss of his children—the downworlders he’d taken underneath his wings. His fingers dug into the oak coffee table, scouring the wood as his mind supplied him with images of everyone of them that he’d lost. Drawing in breath was hard, like he was suffocating, a direct contradiction to the cool breeze wafting into the outdoor patio of the mundane bar he’d decided to visit. Sometimes, he just needed that time to himself, amongst the mundanes that entertained him with how they scurried about in their daily lives, unaware of the world that existed in the shadows.

He did just that at the moment, watching them go about their lives when suddenly, everything… froze. From the waiter who had been heading to his table, to the lovers celebrating their recent engagement. Even the late night dog walker and her dog were frozen in place, her with a hand halfway up her hair, and the dog with his tongue half pulled into his mouth. As he took in the the sight, everyone frozen as far as he could he could see, and as he heard those footsteps, calm and unhurried, that oozing mass of power that would cower a lesser man, have them scurrying away or bending their heads in submission, Magnus came face to face with his biggest fear.

“Drinking alone,” a voice he’d heard only once in his life and had hoped he would never hear again wafted out to him, moments before the owner of the voice slid into the seat across from him. White suit—expensive as expected, stretched over a tall lanky form. “Now that doesn’t suit you Magnus,” he drawled as he casually shrugged off the jacket, undid the diamond studded cufflinks so he could roll up his sleeves and show off his forearms. Long lean fingers reached up to run through hair that was kept in place by the crown of barbed wire on his head. He waved his hands and men—shapeshifting demons, Magnus was sure—who’d accompanied him all gave them a wide berth.

“And how would you know what suits or doesn’t suit me,” Magnus tossed back as he reached for his glass of bourbon. “You don’t know me.”

The man grinned, teeth sharp in the moonlight. “Now, now Magnus. Why would you say that? Is that how you speak to your father?”

Magnus raised a brow and took a sip of his bourbon, eyes hard as he stared back at Asmodeus.

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Shy Alibi - Jungkook

Originally posted by beatriceindre

Group: BTS
Member: Jungkook
Type: smut
warnings: sexual content, quicky

you can find the request here

He was constantly fiddling with the hem of his dark blue botton-down shirt, nervously looking around him. You watched him from across the table, amused by his uneasiness. His shoes were tapping to an uptempo rhytm to try and calm down his nerves, but it wasn’t much use. He kept glancing at the entrance of the restaurant every time he noticed someone came in to confirm their reservation, only to find they were not the people he was waiting for. He stifly pressed his lips together, clapping his hands on his lap, along with the rhytm his feet were making.

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What If Percy Didn’t Catch Annabeth in Time?

The chamber groaned. The Athena Parthenos tilted to one side. Its head caught on one of Arachne’s support cables, but the marble foundation under the pedestal was crumbling. Nausea swelled in Annabeth’s chest. If the statue fell into the chasm, all her work would be for nothing. Their quest would fail. 

“Secure it!” Annabeth cried. Her friends understood immediately.

“Zhang!” Leo cried. “Get me to the helm, quick! The coach is up there alone.” Frank transformed into a giant eagle, and the two of them soared toward the ship. Jason wrapped his arm around Piper. He turned to Percy.

“Back for you guys in a sec.” He summoned the wind and shot into the air. 

“This floor won’t last!” Hazel warned. “The rest of us should get to the ladder.”

Plumes of dust and cobwebs blasted from holes in the floor. The spider’s silk support cables trembled like massive guitar strings and began to snap. Hazel lunged for the bottom of the rope ladder and gestured for Nico to follow, but Nico was in no condition to sprint.

Percy gripped Annabeth’s hand tighter. “It’ll be fine,” he muttered.

Looking up, she saw grappling lines shoot from the Argo II and wrap around the statue. One lassoed Athena’s neck like a noose. Leo shouted orders from the helm as Jason and Frank flew frantically from line to line, trying to secure them.

Nico had just reached the ladder when a sharp pain shot up Annabeth’s bad leg. She gasped and stumbled.

“What is it?” Percy asked. She tried to stagger toward the ladder. Why was she moving backward instead? Her legs swept out from under her and she fell on her face.

“Her ankle!” Hazel shouted from the ladder. “Cut it! Cut it!”

Annabeth’s mind was woolly from the pain. Cut her ankle?

Apparently Percy didn’t realize what Hazel meant either. Then something yanked Annabeth backward and dragged her toward the pit. Percy lunged, but unfortunately, he couldn’t get to her in time. Annabeth was dragged across the floor, towards the pit. She flung her arms wildly, trying to find something to grab onto, but there was nothing. Annabeth sobbed as she hit the edge of the pit. Her legs went over the side. Too late, she realized what was happening: she was tangled in the spider silk. She should have cut it away immediately. She had thought it was just loose line, but with the entire floor covered in cobwebs, she hadn’t noticed that one of the strands was wrapped around her foot — and the other end went straight into the pit. It was attached to something heavy down in the darkness, something that was pulling her in. 

Annabeth’s strength was gone. She slipped over the edge.

“ANNABETH!” She heard Percy, his voice laced with desperation. Her body slammed into something. She must have blacked out briefly from the pain. When she could see again, she realized that she’d fallen partway into the pit and was dangling over the void. She had somehow managed to grab a ledge, about fifteen feet below the top of the chasm. She looked up, and there was Percy, thrusting his hand out to her although he was much too far away to help.

“Annabeth! Gods, just..just hold on!” He said, with watery eyes. He turned away from her and yelled for the others, calling for help. His voice was lost in the general shouting.
No escape, said a voice in the darkness below. I go to Tartarus, and you will come too.

Annabeth wasn’t sure if she actually heard Arachne’s voice or if it was just in her mind. The pit shook. She was holding onto a ledge barely about the size of a bookshelf, and the pull on her leg was much too strong. It felt like her leg was pulling free of her body. Pain washed everything in red. The force of the Underworld tugged at her like dark gravity. She didn’t have the strength to fight. She knew she was too far down to be saved.

“Percy,” she croaked, “You can’t pull me up.”

Percy shook his head furiously, as if rejecting to believe that this was happening, that this was reality and there was nothing he could do. “No! I can! Hold on! Frank, Jason, Hazel…SOMEONE HELP HER!” He turned towards her again, now crying. His face was white with fear and desperation. She could see in his eyes that he knew it was hopeless.

Annabeth stamped his face in her mind, wondering if this was the last time she’d ever get to see him again. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome. She managed to give him a weak smile, with tears pouring out of her own eyes.

“I’ll see you on the other side,” she said, “I promise. We’ll be together again.” She knew that she was making an empty promise, she would never be able to return. Tartarus was almost always a one-way trip.

Percy widened his eyes, and she could sense he was close to completely falling apart. “Annabeth…” his voice sounded like broken glass, and the shards pierced her heart.

She saw the sunlight far, far above — maybe the last sunlight she would ever see. She looked at Percy’s face once more, and then let go of the tiny ledge, closing her eyes and falling into eternal darkness.

Percy yelled, starting to jump down the chasm, but someone grabbed him. “LET ME GO!” He was yelling, his voice completely distraught. He struggled against the giant claws that had flew him off the floor–Frank in eagle form. He was dropped aboard the ship, and as the Argo II flew away at top speed, Percy yelled her name over and over again, sobbing louder than ever, and attempting to jump off the ship to go and try to save her. Jason and coach Hedge had had to tie him to the mast to stop him.

He couldn’t believe it, all these years of hardship, all this time of trying to be with her, only for the Fates to snatch her away from him, so unfairly, so brutally–and probably for good.
The gods had done it. They had broken Percy Jackson.

BTS Seeing You With New Glasses

Namjoon: “So does that mean you can see me better now?”

Yea Namjoon would be that guy.

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Taehyung: “Oh… Of course I noticed jagiya! They look so nice on you. You’re so cute come here.”

He’d be so oblivious about you getting new glasses but once you point it out to him he’d be staring at you cutely.

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Hoseok: “These glasses look so nice on you! They really fit you so well.”

He’d instantly notice the new pair of frames on your face. 

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Jin: “Look! Now we’ll make an even cuter couple.”

He’d be more confident in wearing his own pair whenever he’s with you.

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Jungkook: “Yah look at my four eyes jagiya.”

He’d be teasing you every time you would wear your glasses and laughs every time you scold him.

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Yoongi: “Do I look more handsome now?”

He’d start to do poses as he “test” out how well your new glasses work.

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Jimin: “Wow! These new glasses look even better than the last ones.”

He’d compliment you every time he’d look at you. He somehow found you even more attractive whenever you wore them.

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CS FF: Dare to Love

Summary:  Emma and Killian play a married couples’ version of ‘Truth or Dare’, resulting in some very sexy and revealing moments between them.

Rating: M

Note: This was written for the CS Hiatus Challenge here on Tumblr.  The prompt was Truth or Dare.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Dare to Love: Part 1/1…

Emma settled next to Killian on the couch, her hand moving to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck.  

“So Henry is spending the whole weekend at Regina’s.  We have the entire house to ourselves for the first time in our six month old marriage.  Whatever should we do?” she whispered in his ear.

Killian felt his breath catch in his chest at the pure lust in his wife’s voice.  He lifted the remote and turned off the television.  He then turned to her, meeting her eyes.  His tongue darted out to lick at his lips and Emma felt herself begin to grow wet at the mere sight.

“Well, love, I believe I can think of a thing or two to occupy ourselves,” he said.

Emma smiled, arching an eyebrow.  “Care to make it interesting?”

“How so?”

“We play truth or dare,” she said.  

Killian’s brow creased. “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with that game.”

Emma shrugged.  “It’s exactly what it sounds like.  You can either choose truth or dare.  Truth means you have to answer any question truthfully.  Dare means you have to accept any challenge.”

Killian offered her a lopsided grin.  “Well, you know I love a challenge.”

Emma smiled.  “Great,” she said.  

She stood up and found her laptop.  In minutes, she had printed a sheet of truth questions and dare challenges designed specifically for married couples.  She figured this would make it more interesting than producing them themselves. Emma quickly cut them up into strips and then retreated to the kitchen to retrieve two bowls.  She returned to the living room and placed the bowls down on the table.  She put all of the truth strips in one and the dares in another.  

“All set,” she said, turning to her husband.

“Perhaps you should go first since I’ve never played this game before,” he suggested.

Emma nodded. “Okay,” she agreed.  “I choose truth,” she said and then pulled a strip out of the bowl.

Emma read the strip aloud. “What is the sweetest thing your spouse has ever done for you?”

Emma thought for a moment, her eyes flitting across Killian’s face.  “Hmm, this is hard.  You always do sweet things for me.”

Killian smiled and lifted his hand to caress her cheek.  “Get used to it, love.  There is a lifetime of sweet gestures in your future.”

A smile spread across her lips.  “Obviously, big gestures like trading your ship for me are incredibly sweet, but I think it’s the small, everyday things that mean the most to me.  I’d have to say all the times you brought me grilled cheese and onion rings.  You always know when I’m too busy or preoccupied to remember to eat.  The first time you did it showed me how much you truly cared.”

Killian shrugged.  “I also know how grumpy you get when you’re hungry.  It’s really for the protection of all.”

Emma laughed and gently swatted his arm.  “Your turn,” she said.

“Truth,” he said and pulled out a strip.  “What was your first impression of your spouse?” he read.

His eyes lifted to his wife’s and a slow grin appeared on his lips.

“Be nice,” she said with a chuckle.

He tilted his head to the side.  “So is this before or after you held a knife to my throat and tied me to a tree?”

“Your call,” she replied with a shrug.  

He bobbed his head.  “Well, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were the most beautiful lass in all the realms.”

Emma felt a blush creep into her cheeks.  

“And then after you held a knife to my throat and tied me to a tree, I knew you were the strongest and bravest lass I’d ever met.  And I wanted nothing more than to get to know you.”

“And know me you did,” she said, bringing her hand to his and squeezing.  

She smiled and said, “My turn.  Dare.”

Killian waggled his eyebrows as she pulled out a slip.

“Kiss your favourite part of your spouse,” Emma read.

Killian grinned at her, as Emma’s gaze slowly perused her husband’s gorgeous figure.

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Dare to Love

Summary: Emma and Killian play a married couples’ version of ‘Truth or Dare’, resulting in some very sexy and revealing moments between them.

Word count: 5,937

Rating: M for smut and language

Emma settled next to Killian on the couch, her hand moving to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck.  

“So Henry is spending the whole weekend at Regina’s.  We have the entire house to ourselves for the first time in our six month old marriage.  Whatever should we do?” she whispered in his ear.


Killian felt his breath catch in his chest at the pure lust in his wife’s voice.  He lifted the remote and turned off the television.  He then turned to her, meeting her eyes.  His tongue darted out to lick at his lips and Emma felt herself begin to grow wet at the mere sight.


“Well, love, I believe I can think of a thing or two to occupy ourselves,” he said.


Emma smiled, arching an eyebrow.  “Care to make it interesting?”


“How so?”


“We play truth or dare,” she said.  


Killian’s brow creased. “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with that game.”


Emma shrugged.  “It’s exactly what it sounds like.  You can either choose truth or dare.  Truth means you have to answer any question truthfully.  Dare means you have to accept any challenge.”


Killian offered her a lopsided grin.  “Well, you know I love a challenge.”


Emma smiled.  “Great,” she said.  


She stood up and found her laptop.  In minutes, she had printed a sheet of truth questions and dare challenges designed specifically for married couples.  She figured this would make it more interesting than producing them themselves. Emma quickly cut them up into strips and then retreated to the kitchen to retrieve two bowls.  She returned to the living room and placed the bowls down on the table.  She put all of the truth strips in one and the dares in another.  


“All set,” she said, turning to her husband.


“Perhaps you should go first since I’ve never played this game before,” he suggested.


Emma nodded. “Okay,” she agreed.  “I choose truth,” she said and then pulled a strip out of the bowl.


Emma read the strip aloud. “What is the sweetest thing your spouse has ever done for you?”


Emma thought for a moment, her eyes flitting across Killian’s face.  “Hmm, this is hard.  You always do sweet things for me.”


Killian smiled and lifted his hand to caress her cheek.  “Get used to it, love.  There is a lifetime of sweet gestures in your future.”


A smile spread across her lips.  “Obviously, big gestures like trading your ship for me are incredibly sweet, but I think it’s the small, everyday things that mean the most to me.  I’d have to say all the times you brought me grilled cheese and onion rings.  You always know when I’m too busy or preoccupied to remember to eat.  The first time you did it showed me how much you truly cared.”


Killian shrugged.  “I also know how grumpy you get when you’re hungry.  It’s really for the protection of all.”


Emma laughed and gently swatted his arm.  “Your turn,” she said.


“Truth,” he said and pulled out a strip.  “What was your first impression of your spouse?” he read.


His eyes lifted to his wife’s and a slow grin appeared on his lips.


“Be nice,” she said with a chuckle.


He tilted his head to the side.  “So is this before or after you held a knife to my throat and tied me to a tree?”


“Your call,” she replied with a shrug.  


He bobbed his head.  “Well, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were the most beautiful lass in all the realms.”


Emma felt a blush creep into her cheeks.  


“And then after you held a knife to my throat and tied me to a tree, I knew you were the strongest and bravest lass I’d ever met.  And I wanted nothing more than to get to know you.”


“And know me you did,” she said, bringing her hand to his and squeezing.  

She smiled and said, “My turn.  Dare.”


Killian waggled his eyebrows as she pulled out a slip.


“Kiss your favourite part of your spouse,” Emma read.


Killian grinned at her, as Emma’s gaze slowly perused her husband’s gorgeous figure.

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anonymous asked:

omegaverse AU with Gokudera, reborn and xanxus


admin Adelheid


“You look so handsome. I am so proud of you, Hayato!”

Hayato hid his sneer at his stepmother’s praises. He would never forgive his father’s Omega for how she treated him when he was a child. How she sneered and made fun of him for treating the doll he had been given to test his hierarchy with such care and gentleness and declared him an Omega. Only when he reached the age of twelve did he make it clear that he was an Alpha by nature when he defeated three other Alpha males alone one day when they finally made him angry.

Still though she was his father’s Omega. Laying a hand on her was unthinkable until he decided to take his father’s place as Alpha of the family. Which would be anytime he wished now that he was in his twenties and clearly stronger than his father. His stepmother knew this as well. It was obvious in the way she was grooming him as though she were the one who had actually given birth to him.

“Thank you, Mother.” He politely, coolly replied. “If you will excuse me, I’ll go out to the party now.”

“Ah! Make sure you dance with my niece! You know she would make you a perfect Omega! Don’t hold back~!”

Hayato ignored her as he stepped out of the room. He knew very well why she wanted him to dance with that particular Omega. Having a lesser Omega as his partner would secure her position in the household even if he defeated his father. Like hell he was going to let that happen.

He stepped onto the ballroom and endured all the come hither looks from all the Omega present. Some of them even in the beginning stages of heat. He cursed his father for making him come to these parties. So what if he hadn’t claimed an Omega of his own yet? He prided himself for being an Alpha with excellent control over his instincts. He wasn’t a lower class Beta.

“You look very handsome tonight, Master Hayato. Would you like some champagne?”

Hayato looked down to see you smiling up at him and he relaxed a bit. Although younger you’ve grown up with him in this mansion. You were more than just a maid, you were his friend. Even if you were a Beta of low birth.

He took a glass of wine from the tray you were offering and took a sip before scowling at the giggling Omega looking over at him. “Damn these idiots.”

“You’re going to have to take a mate sooner or later. Why don’t you just enjoy it and give in?”

“And give my stepmother the satisfaction? She wishes.”

You sighed. “Well just try to enjoy the party, alright? It is the date of your weaning, after all.”

“That’s easy for you to say.” He replied dryly, once again sipping the champagne.

You smiled, shook your head and moved away to offer the other guests drinks. Hayato’s eyes never left you since then. No one had ever had the courage to point it out but whenever you were near, his eyes would always follow your every move as though hypnotized by everything you did. He couldn’t help it and he had given up figuring out the reason why.

“Yo, Hayato,” another Alpha, Yamamoto Takeshi called out to him, distracting Hayato from his staring. “Happy Weaning and all that.”

“Go away, Baseball Freak!”

“Ahahaha, grouchy was always.”


Both Alpha swiftly turned their heads towards the scream and Hayato saw red when his eyes were met by the sight of you sitting on the floor looking as though you were in pain.

“What’s going― Hey! Hayato!”

But Hayato was no longer listening to Takeshi. He rushed to your side overwhelmed with the desire to protect you. However, when he was only a few steps away the sweet, sweet scent of fresh heat filled his nostrils and stopped him in his tracks. It took him a while before he realized the sweet scent was coming from you.

“I knew it!” the Omega his stepmother wanted him to dance with screeched as she kicked at you with her long heels. “I knew you were only an Omega! You were trying to secretly seduce Hayato-sama all along weren’t you?! I knew it!”

Hayato sniffed and caught another scent on the scene. He saw Takeshi dip his finger into the liquid that had been spilled a little away from you, give it a sniff and cringe as though it were something foul.

“Ugh is this that new drug that forces Omega into heat?” Takeshi asked in disgust. “How crude! And cruel!”

So they forced you to drink it. Hayato would have liked to strike down the jealous Omega who was now trying to scratch your eyes out but he had more pressing problems. One by one the Alpha guests were catching on to your scent and it would only take a matter of time before they all dove on you like a pack of wild animals.

He snarled wildly at everyone nearby and, without a second thought, lifted you in his arms and rushed you out of the ballroom. Taking the servant’s walkway he walked into an empty drawing room further into the house and locked the door behind him.

“I-I’m sorry, Hayato-sama,” you sobbed, trying to deal with the pain of your arousal. “I- I tried so hard to keep it a secret… I just wanted to be near you but…”

Watching your tears and inhaling your addicting scent he now understood why he could never take his eyes away from you. He realized now that he had instinctively known even from the start you were Omega. His senses have already wanted you for himself.

“Idiot. Now look what you’ve done.” He growled as he began loosening his tie and stalking towards you. “Well there’s nothing for it then. Strip. Get on your knees. You did say I’ll have to take a mate sooner or later.”


You held out your hand to him, begging for alms as you sat on your corner of the street wearing your tattered and ragged old clothes.

Reborn didn’t know why but he glanced at you from the corner of his eye hidden beneath the brim of his fedora. He was used to beggars littering this part of town so you weren’t supposed to be any different. He could sense you were an Omega, though, which was troubling. Though it didn’t look like you were old enough to breed yet it did not take a genius that you were on the cusp of that age already.

You smiled at him innocently through the filth on your face.

Strange that he would notice. Strange that he would care.

This night truly did feel as though it would breed mysteries.

He stopped in the middle of the cross alley right around the corner from where you were and waited. He turned when he heard the sound of faint footsteps approaching.

“Glad you could make it, Reborn.” The man greeted the Alpha.

Reborn huffed; he did not make it a point to interact with lower ranking Beta who thought they could pass themselves off as Alpha. Modern society could go screw itself.

He would not be here had Timoteo not asked it of him. The older, high ranking Alpha barely asked him for anything, after all. “Where is it?”

The other man laughed and held up a briefcase seemingly cuffed to his wrist. “Right here.”

Reborn nodded, glad that this wretched deal was almost over. “Fine. The usual fee?”

“I think I want a little bit of extra this time.”

Reborn narrowed his eyes at the man. “Don’t be an idiot. I’ve killed people for less.”

“Well then… It’s a good thing you’re the bonus I wanted as payment.”

Reborn tensed and dodged the bullets aimed for him. However, he wasn’t prepared for the one hidden among the noisy bullets by a silencer. Although his senses already knew it was coming his body was not fast enough to react. He braced himself for the impact but his eyes widened when he felt himself being pushed out of harm’s way by a tiny blur of dirty brown and gray.

“Shit! What was that?!”

Who cares, keep shooting!

But they already gave Reborn enough of a window to reach for his gun and begin firing back. Each flash from his gun reflected off his ebony eyes like lightning off a starless sky. By the time he got up, seven men had slumped dead in the deserted alley.

Calmly the Alpha ripped the man’s hand off and took the briefcase with him. He stopped beside your bleeding form and squatted down to look into your face.

“Now why the hell would you do something like that?”

Your mouth opened to form words… but no sound came out.

“Tsk,” he snapped his tongue inside his mouth. “Guess I owe you. How about it? Wanna come with me?”

The hopeful look in your eyes was too heartbreaking even for his ice cold heart.

“Fine. I promise I’ll take care of you from now on. Just as long as you stay loyal to me. Understood?”

You made to nod your head obediently with what remained of your strength.

Reborn picked you up and took you home. As he reported to Timoteo and delivered the briefcase, he instructed the mansion’s doctors and maids to attend to you. By the time he came back he stopped in his tracks at the astonishing change of your appearance.

Scrubbed clean and dressed in fine clothes you looked ethereal. And your scent smelled divine.

He shocked himself as well as Timoteo when the older Alpha walked in to meet the Omega who saved his close friend’s life and Reborn snarled at him in warning. His instincts reacting possessively to another Alpha coming near you.

When Reborn realized what he had done he gritted his teeth together and covered his angry face with his fedora.

What the fuck did he just get himself into?


Xanxus stopped in the middle of a trail and stared at the disturbed ground. Smelled the dirt on his fingers before his face broke into a smirk.

Did you really think you could run away from him?


He continued walking until his ears detected the sound of water. Heading towards it he found you. Standing under the waterfall in deep concentration, temptingly naked and alluring. His deep chuckle brought you abruptly out of your deep meditation.

Horror filled your eyes at the sight of him. “What?! How did you find me?!”

Xanxus laughed mockingly. “I’ve decided you’re mine. I’ll always be able to find you. Always.”

Your face twisted in helpless anger. “No!”

Ignoring your nakedness, you slipped off the rocks and dove for your clothes where a gun was hidden in your pockets. You aimed it at him and shot. He dodged, of course; but his eyes now sharpened into something like a hunter cornering its prey.

Using his size he tried to corner you but you used your speed to dodge and aimed for his legs. Xanxus winced as he knelt on one knee because of the wound.

“Just leave me alone! I’m never going to be anyone’s Omega!” you shouted as you kept him at gunpoint while gathering your clothes. “I’ll die first before I let an Alpha claim me!”

Despite his wound Xanxus smirked as the pheromones in his blood hit your nostrils and made you flush and shiver in arousal. He admired the strength of will that allowed you to grit your teeth against your instincts and again disappear from his sight.

He laughed loudly as you fled and dread skittered down your spine at the sound of it.

Xanxus was pleased, however. A spirited Omega like you was rare and he deserved only the best of the best. When he caught you― and he will― there will be no force in heaven or hell that would stop him from claiming you.

Body, heart and soul.


genre: angst, fluff, vampire AU

member: nct’s winwin (dong sicheng)

word count: 7,104

(Includes character deaths!)

AHHHH, This is the product of me wanting to write about winwin, but trying to work on my angst and AU writings, this could be super bad idk pls forgive any mistakes hxgzzjk

its really hard to find gifs of winwin that fit scenarios like this 

Originally posted by nctaezen

A tale as sweet is this, caught with the intertwined taste of rust and salt. Our tale dates back to medieval times, where death, poverty, and war cried thought the air constantly, like a sad song.

A village where income was damned, but laugher and smiles lived on. The happy little village in which you lay your head at night. A small, but stable home over your head that in which sheltered you, and your older brother.

Your brother, Yuta, was all you had ever known. Your parents were taken by the waves of unforgiving sickness that loomed over your home some years ago. He had taken care of you ever since.

He was successful, even after growing in such a poor place. His brain was promising. Being the youngest, yet most successful scientist in your village, and those surrounding.

You were proud of your brother, knowing he was the only person you felt for. You never had any friends, you never loved anyone but your brother. It was you and Yuta against the world, a world full of tragedy and unfairness, he was the only promise.

He was the only light you could believe in, he could do no wrong.

Your house wasn’t a big one, as we have already discussed, nothing in your village was flashy. Your brother could probably make things a lot more luxurious for you, considering his talent within his occupation, and vast source of income. But, he was smart. He stored money for the days that reality would hit. In these times, treacherous events occurred commonly. He wanted to stay prepared, you always admired how adult he could be about these things.

What your house did have, in fact, was an underground cellar. This was where Yuta would do research, and perform tasks for work. You wondered what experiments he would do there, but you were met with only imagination. You weren’t allowed to go down into the cellar.

Yuta was sweet, and caring, like any parental figure, but not about the cellar. The cellar was off limits.

A new day was starting, and the sun ran through shutters on the windows of your little home, making the day feel more bright and alive. You had began making breakfast, waiting for Yuta to come to the table. You had both place settings set, and food on the table.

“Yuta, breakfast is ready!” You called.

No answer.

“Yuta?” You called again. “You better get in here before the food turns cold!”

You waited a couple more minutes, seeing if maybe he was just having a slow morning.

He should be up, he has to go to neighboring village soon for work. You thought to yourself.

You got up from your chair and went to see if you brother was still in bed.

You walked towards his room to see it empty, and untouched.

Has he already left? You wondered.

You shook the thought from your mind, knowing your brother loved his sleep. He was a busy man, and wouldn’t pass up any extra hours he could grasp of slumber.

You searched the rest of your tiny house to come up with nothing.

You thought of where he could be, and the only place you could think of was: the cellar.

The cellar was the one place Yuta would scold you about. You had never seen its contents, thinking maybe it was teeming with chemicals, with foreign diseases, or creatures inside.

You walked outside, to the cellar doors. You opened them slightly, looking inside to see only stairs. You saw the empty staircase promising, and proceeded.

How naive of you.

You lowered yourself into the cellar, stopping halfway down the staircase, after hearing heavy breaths, and yelling.

“I’ve already taken samples from you. I don’t need you for much anymore. So, tell me what you know, and maybe I won’t make your death as excruciating”
Yuta hissed in the face of a boy.

You froze at the sight. A boy, beaten to the pulp, chained to the stone walls of the cellar. A chain cup around each limb, the boy sat on the ground, head hung low, spitting up blood. Your brother,s foot lay rested on his head, ready to kick him again.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Why did your brother beat this boy? What could he have done? Was your brother a bad person? What was the big picture here?

Thoughts swirled effortlessly across your mind to find a logical answer, then you recalled Yuta saying he was going to to kill the boy.

Was your brother a murderer?

Did he have a good reason to hurt this boy? Was there ever a good reason to take someone’s life?

“I said tell me!” Yuta yelled. You watched your brother as he kicked the boy’s head again, the toe of Yuta’s boot connecting against his temple.

The boy only flinched.

“What are your plans?” Yuta continued. “Do you really think monsters like you get to remain silent?”

Yuta grabbed the back of the boys hair, and tugged it backwards, making him look straight at Yuta. Now you got a view of his face. It was like noone you had ever seen before. His features was very sleek and elegant, only were they planted with cuts and bruises. His full lips were swollen from Yuta’s assualt, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Yuta half lidded, barely interested in what he had to say.

“Fine!” Yuta yelled, slamming the boys head down. “I’m not done with you yet, but I have to head out for the day.”

Yuta started walking towards the staircase, putting on his jacket. You scurried up the steps and out the cellar doors before Yuta could see you.

“Goodmorning, Y/N.” Yuta said calmly, with a smile on his face. He looked at you, then to the table. “Am I late for breakfast?”

Your voice shook as you spoke. “O-Oh no, not really. I-I can warm it up-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Yuta said, walking over to ruffle your hair with a sweet smile. “I better get going anyway, keep the house under control for me, okay?”

You nodded, and shuddered at the feeling of his hand on your head. The warm hand of a person who had just beaten someone, and threatened to kill them.

“Yuta?” You spoke up.

He turned from the door frame, and looked back at you. “Yes sister?”

“Did you sleep last night?” You asked.

“Ah, no. I was in the cellar doing some late research. Why? Are you worried about me?” He said, teasingly.

“Yeah.” You said, lowly but bluntly.

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Huh?”

You shot up to attention and shook your head. “Like your sleep! I’m worried about your sleep. And you can’t keep skipping meals like that.. both of those things are bad for your health.”

He smiled softly at you. “I’ll be fine, have a good day Y/N.” He said, heading out the door.

You watched as your brother headed away from your home from the window. Once he was out of sight, you ran to the kitchen and grabbed your breakfast, then headed to the cellar.

You walked down the steps, the last step you took was when your foot made contact with the cold floor of the cellar. You carried your breakfast, and a glass of water in your hands.

Across the room, you saw the boy, sitting on ground, head hanging low.

He didn’t seem alarmed by your presence, he didn’t even look up. It wasn’t until you spoke, that he looked at you.

“Hello?” You said, shaken.

His eyes shot up to meet yours. “Oh.” He said.

You swallowed hard before saying the next few words. “Are you okay?”

The boy looked away.
Yeah, I guess that was a stupid question.

You bit your lip. You knew he wasn’t okay. The blood on his face and bruising proved that. His skin was so pretty, and smooth. Only blemish that covered it was the marks that looked like purple smoke dancing across his skin. Cuts and tears in his skin aswell.

You walked up to the boy, placing your breakfast and glass of water in front of him.

“Here, you need to regain your strength.” You said dryly.

He looked up at you. “You don’t know?” He said, almost in a whisper. “But you smell just like him.”

You stood cold at his words, his voice was deep and soothing.

“I’m his sister-” You said, looking down, playing with your hands. “I have no idea what’s going on down here, but I just want to tell you.. I’m sorry.” You barely uttered out, tears in your eyes.

He looked at you confused, and looked down at the food you brought him.

“You’re apologizing?” He said. “And trying to bring me food?”

You nodded. “I know it’s not enough, to make up for what he’s doing.”

He just glared at you, innocently. His facial structure was strikingly handsome, yet soft, despite the array of cuts that adorned it.

More blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

“Oh!” You said. You tore off the fabric of your shirt, and dipped it in the glass of water you had brought with you.

You lowered yourself to him, and grabbed his face gently, minding the damage.

He jumped at your touch.n“Are you sure about that?” He said. “Most people wouldn’t come close like this.”

“You won’t hurt me, I’m just helping you.”

He looked at you, and his eyes grew wide. You wiped the blood and dirt off of his face and neck. His eyes followed you the whole time, his skin was ice cold.

You were a little shaky under his intense gaze, watching every move you made. You backed away when you were done.

“There. It didn’t hurt when I touched your wounds?” You asked.

He shook his head. “No.”

You made a unsure face, his injuries seemed painful. Maybe he was just lying to not seem weak.

In this situation in particular, there was little he could to not be viewed as a victim.

“Are you hungry? I brought you breakfast.”

He smiled at the food in front of him. “She’s clueless.” He said under his breath.

Your heart sunk. “You’re not going to accept it?”

“It’s not that.” He said calmly. “My appetite is.. picky.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He looked up to your, innocent, hurt eyes. His heart felt weak under your gaze, and he gave in. “Alright, I’ll enjoy this food. Thank you.”

You grew into a slight smile. “I have to clean the house before my brother gets home, but I’ll come back tomorrow morning.” You said. “If that’s okay.”

“Not like im going anywhere.” He said, huffing.

You looked back at him, realizing the reality if the situation again. “Oh yeah.”

He smiled slightly. “But yes, it’s okay. I can’t wait.”

You had to leave quickly, unknowing of when Yuta would return.

You were about to head out from the cellar, until you heard the boy call for you.

“Hey, what is your name?” He asked.

You peaked your head from the staircase. “I’m Y/N. What’s yours?”


“Sicheng.” You repeated, the syllables rolling off your toungue.

He hummed in approval.

“Hey Sicheng?” you called.


“Hang in there for me.” You asked, lowly.

He nodded his head. “Don’t worry.”

The next morning came, and Yuta was out again for work. You had gotten up early to clean the house and get breakfast done, so you could stay longer in the cellar. Once you waved Yuta goodbye, you went towards the stove and grabbed the other plate you had covered, and headed towards the cellar.

“Sicheng?” You called into the cellar as you lowered down the steps.

“Y/N?” He responded, uncertain.

“Here, I have more food for you.” You smiled as you walked towards him.

“You’re back again?” He asked unsure. “Why?”

“Because..” your voice trailed as you thought. “-because you’re someone that needs help.” You finished.

“Help?” Sicheng said in disbelief.

“Yes. Did he come down here after work yesterday?”

Sicheng shook his head.

You sighed in relief. “I’m so glad.

“W-why?” He asked.

“He came in the house and slept for a long time, he was exhausted. I was hoping it was from the all-nighter he pulled, and not because he hurt you again.”

“Why would that matter?” Sicheng said.

“Because I was worried.” You responded, picking up the plate from yesterday morning, noticing it was untouched.

“You were .. worried?” He said to himself.

“Why didn’t you eat breakfast?” You asked. “You didn’t like it?”

“Y/N, do you not talk to your brother about what he does for a living?”

“He is a scientist. He helps people.”

“That’s what he told you?” Sicheng asked.

“Yes.” You responded. “Why?”

“I guess it’s kinda true.. but not the kind of scientist you think he is.”

“What do you mean-” “What food did you bring me?” He cut you off, looking at the plate in front of you.

“Why? It’s not like you’re going to eat it.” You said teasingly.

He smiled at your picking at him, it was the first time you saw him smile. “You have a pretty smile.” You say out loud, regretting it afterwards.

He looked at you, eyes wide and cheeks tinting to a blush. You giggled at how cute he looked. When you first saw Sicheng, he seemed so intimidating.

“Hey Sicheng, what were you trying to say about my brother?”

“He collects information and samples from our people, and gives it to the king.”

“Your people?” You asked. “Where are you from?”

You saw the uncertainty in his features as he looked down, and you saw his throat bob as he swallowed. “Do you believe in monsters?”


“Y/N? Are you here?” Your conversation was cut short by voice of your brother calling for you.

“I have to go.” You said quickly, grabbing the plates of food.

“Will you be back?” Sicheng said, eyes locking yours in hope.

“Yes, if that’s okay.” You respond.

“It’s okay.” He said. “It’s nice, having someone around who cares.”

You looked at him, wanting to ask more questions, but your thoughts were also cut short by your brothers yells. You dashed up the stairs, and walked into the house with a plate in your hand, acting as if you were trying to bring a plate to the neighbors.

Every morning now you visited Sicheng. He was shy and secluded, but everyday he opened up to you more and more. On days you saw him smile, or laugh, you would feel as if you’d seen the sun for the first time. Everyday you’d bring him food, yet he’d never eat, no matter how much you pestered him. Sometimes you’d visit Sicheng covered in blood, or decorated with more bruises. He never showed signs of being in pain, or affected by the beatings. You would always clean him up and cleanse his wounds. Something about him seemed rather nonhuman.

Sicheng was one who couldn’t trust easily. He’d seen so much blood and death in his years on this Earth, yet somehow he found himself a soft spot for the sibling of the one who talks of killing him. It was no shock you had a soft spot for him aswell, he was honestly the most beautiful, soft spoken person you’d ever seen. He was elegant and dark, yet so cute and inviting when you were around. If the circumstances were different, it’d be so much easier to fall for him.

One day, when preparing breakfast, you noticed you hadn’t seen your brother in a while, you assumed he was sleeping. Once you ate your breakfast, you thought maybe you’d go see Sicheng before your brother awoke. You tip-toed through the house, made your way outside to the cellar, as you pried open the doors, you heard a hissing noise coming from the cellar. The hissing sounded that of an animal, you thought Sicheng must be in trouble with a forest animal and quickly made your way down the steps.

Only were you met with a completely different sight.

On Yuta’ss lab table was Sicheng, wrapped in large rope that binded him to the table. He squirmed harshly underneath the rope, causing burns to show up in his skin. Above him was your brother, knife in hand, cutting X’s in Sicheng’s skin.

Enough was enough.

“Brother!” You screamed, running over to the table where Sicheng lie.

“What the hell are you doing down here?” Yuta said, knife retracting from Sicheng’s body.

“What the hell are you doing to Sicheng?” You asked.

“Sicheng?” Your brother repeated, disgusted.


“Yes.. that’s his name.” you answered.

“He doesn’t have a name, he is scum, he doesn’t deserve a name.”

“He is not scum, he is a person! A living breathing person with a life, and dreams and a heartbeat. What are you doing brother?”

“This is no person like you or I. This is a monster. A bloodthirsty monster, after I get a few more samples neither of us will have to worry about him anymore.”

“How is he the monster? When you’re the one raising a knife to an innocent boy?”

“Go back upstairs Y/N, this is buisness.”

You looked at Sicheng, you could see the embarrassment in eyes, his upper half of his body exposed, bleeding excessively, and bounded on the tabletop. He didn’t want you to see him as weak. He wouldn’t even look you in the eyes.

You heard the clanking of the tools as your brother picked back up his knife, then you flung yourself over Sicheng’s body. You gripped his shoulders and held on to him, shielding him from anymore torture.

“The hell are you doing?” Yuta said, slamming his tools down yet again.

“If you hurt him, you’ll have to hurt me to.”

Yuta grabbed the back of your clothing and slung you onto he floor. “This is none of your concern! Don’t you see? He doesn’t hurt, because he isn’t one of us! He doesn’t deserve to be protected! You dare defy your blood over some creature?” Taeyong spat at you.

You gazed at him, fear obvious in your expression.. Who is this man? This isn’t your brother. What happened to him?

Taeyong was infuriated. “Y/N, he’ll be gone tomorrow, we’ll never have to come back to this again.”

He stomped past you and up the steps, exiting the cellar.

You ran to Sicheng’s side, caressing his face and grabbing one of his hands, interlocking it with your own. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” You asked, frantically trying to find something to cut the ropes with.

“It’s okay, I can’t feel it.” He answered softly.

You grabbed one of Yuta’s tools and started sawing through the ropes. You grabbed Yuta’s lab first aid kit and tried stitching up the wounds.

You marveled at his bare chest. He had a very toned physique, and prominent collarbones. You tried to focus on mending the wounds, but you were awestruck. He was beautiful, his skin was golden, and his every aspect of him was still beautiful, even if he was covered in abuse.

 You met his eyes, and he still wouldn’t look at you.

“Sicheng?” You asked.

“Yes?” He responded.

“I wish I could’ve been with you.”


“I wish I could’ve been there for you. I wish you didn’t have to be alone. If you weren’t alone, maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation, and you’d have someone who worried for you, and cared for you.”

“I have that now.” He said, smiling.“You are the best company to have, it was worth the wait.” He lifted a hand to touch your face as you worked on his wounds.His hands were cold, but you could still feel yourself melting under his touch.

“Do you think my brother will let you go?” You said.

“Hell no.” Sicheng responded.

“But, he said you’d be gone by tomorrow-”

“He wants me dead. He’s gonna kill me Y/N.”

You’re heart dropped. “No, he can’t-”

“Don’t be naïve. You see how your brother treats me. He wouldn’t let me go alive.”

You finished working on him and helped him off the table. Sicheng could see the hurt and worry in your eyes, and he reached out to grab you, and pulled you to his chest. This was the first time he had ever held someone close.

”Don’t be sad. I like when you’re smiling, you have a pretty smile.” Sicheng said

. You looked up at him, and you could feel yourself ready to cry.

“No matter what happens to me, I’ll be okay. Especially because I had the chance to know you.” He said to you.

“Sicheng, you don’t have to say things like that.”


“Were leaving, tonight.”

Once the inky blanket of nightfall covered the horizon from your tiny house window, you knew it was soon time to depart.

Yuta had returned not too long ago, not looking in your direction, or even acknowledging the dinner you had made. It broke your heart to see your brother so utterly disappointed in you. He was the only person you had ever loved, and after today’s events, you’d never see him the same way again. It tore you apart how much you couldn’t see behind his smile.

You packed up a few things before sneaking out. You slung your bag over your shoulder and tiptoed through the house, ever so gently opening the door, stepping out and closing it slowly till you heard the faint click. You then made a dash for the cellar.

You took careful steps down the staircase, meeting eyes with Sicheng, who looked alarmed at first, then expression turning into a soft smile.“So we’re really doing this?”

“Yep.” You responded.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Hush. I brought some of my brother’s clothing, do you want to change before we head out?”

Sicheng looked down at his torn, ragged and bloodied clothing, and nodded. You handed him the tan cotton shirt and brown baggy pants. He began taking off his shirt right then.

“WAIT WAIT” you called.

Sicheng looked at you, shirt caught on his neck. He lifted the shirt, and tilted his head, giving you a confused puppy expression.

“Let me turn around first before you undress.” You asked.

“I don’t really mind-”

“Uh it’s okay!” You said quickly, then your eyes locked onto something else. The cuts Yuta carved into Sicheng’s skin this morning had vanished. Come to think of it. He looked completely healed. There wasn’t a single dent or tear in his beautiful golden skin.

“Y/N?” Sicheng said, voice snapping you out of your trance. “I think we should speed things up a little.” You caught yourself staring at him, and his taking notice.

You blushed and turned away quickly. “Sorry!” You squeaked.

Once he was done changing, you turned to see the stunning man before you. His skin and clothing no longer blood ridden and dirty. You saw his appearance in all he was, and he was gorgeous. Every feature of his was angelic. Like he had been sculpted to be the true visualization of beauty itself.

His full lips smiled at you softly. “Shall we go?”

“Oh, yeah.” You responded, catching yourself staring again.

Once out the cellar, you both made a run out of the village, into the woods. You didn’t want to be seen by anyone. Once there, you walked closely together, listening to echoes of the forest animals. Every sound you heard made you jump. Causing distress on Sicheng’s part, he could feel your fear.

“Calm down, Y/N. You’re safe, I promise.”


“Any idea where we are headed?”

“No..” You said, not thinking that far ahead. “How about where you’re from? Is it close to here?”

“You don’t want to go anywhere near where I’m from.” He said.

“Why not?” You asked.

“My people, don’t treat your people kindly. More as prisoner.”

“Prisoner? Like slavery? Or captives?”

“Much, much worse than that.”

“What do you mean-” You started, words cut short by the branch that fell from the trees at your feet. The loud thud caused you to jump, stumbling into Sicheng’s chest. He grabbed your wrists and spun you to face him, holding you to his chest, petting your head and smoothing your hair to calm you.

“You’re okay.” He said.

You felt your heartbeat speed up more in his embrace then when you almost got hit by the falling tree limb.

The forest kept spooking you, causing Sicheng to insist he walk in front. He grabbed your hand and led you through the woods, rubbing his thumb over your hand soothingly anytime he felt you tense up.

“You’re such a baby.” He said chuckling.

“I’m not, I’ve never been in the woods so late at night before.”


“It’s true.”

“I believe you. It’s not a bad thing, I think it’s really cute.”

You felt your cheeks turn pink. “I’m glad you find my fear cute.”

He laughed at your remark. His laugh was honestly the most pure thing you had ever heard. After so much, he could laugh so genuinely. This laugh was the most precious thing to you at this point.

After what felt like ages of stepping through the leaves and twigs, ducking under tree limbs and almost peeing yourself 50 times, you made it to an open area.

This was a field, not as dark as the forest was, considering how the moonlight shined heavily on the empty space.

“Sicheng, let’s take a break here.” You said, exhausted.


You laid down on the grass, gazing up at the moon, motioning for Sicheng to get down with you.

He sat where your head was laying on the ground, he gently grabbed your head and placed it in his lap, letting you use him as a pillow. He then moved your hair behind your ear, fingers lingering as he smoothed your hairline behind your ear. The motion was so soothing you could fall asleep with your head in his lap right then.

“Y/N?” Sicheng whispered.

“Hm?” You hummed sleepily.

“You look.. really pretty.” He said.

You opened your eyes and saw him gazing down at you. You fidgeted, feeling your heart racing. Pretty? You’ve never been called pretty in your entire life.

In Sicheng’s eyes, your hair fell perfectly around you, an array of messy silk. Your eyelashes brushed against your cheeks so delicately, and the moonlight reflected off your damp skin beautifully. Not to mention when your eyes fluttered open to examine Sicheng features, his heart skipped a beat.

“T-thank you Sicheng.”

“Thank you Y/N.” He responded.

“Why are you telling me thank you?”

“You’ve done a lot for me, when you didn’t have to. Thank you.”

You smiled up at him, then you felt a tug at your heart that made your smile fall. You lifted yourself off the ground and out of his lap, sitting up and facing him now. “Sicheng?” You said quietly. “Why does my brother hate you?”

Sicheng smiled softly. This smile wasn’t genuine however. More of a forced smile. As if Sicheng could see the guilt and pity you had in your eyes, and he tried to tell you somehow it was alright. A weak smile.

“Everyone hates me.” He said.

“This not true!” You say quickly.

Sicheng looked at you questionably. “How so?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Not yet.”

“Excuse me?” You said offended.

Sicheng cradles your face in his hands, sighing heavily. “My appetite is something not many people fancy.”

“What appetite? You don’t eat anything.” You chuckled. But Sicheng’s expression stayed serious. “Human food does nothing for me.”

Human food? Your eyes narrowed. Why would he refer to it as human food? Isn’t he-?

“In your town, are you ever told stories of fairytales, and urban legends? Of monsters, mermaids, spell casters or werewolves?”

You nodded. “How about the demons that walk among you? Creatures with pale skin, whose appetite is nothing more the than to drink the liquid that is undeniable proof of a living, breathing human. Sipping until it turns cold?”

“Vampires?” You asked.

“Yes, vampires.” Sicheng said.

“What about them?”

Sicheng looked at the moon, damned he even thought it was a good idea to tell you so soon. He wanted more time with you. He wanted you to stay. He wanted you to still believe he was a good person. An innocent person. He didn’t want you to leave like everyone else did.

He didn’t want you to hate him.

“Sicheng.” You called, snapping him to attention.

Sicheng sighed, backing away from you. “Once I show you this, and you want to leave me, that’s okay.”

You didn’t flinch, waiting to see what he was going to do. You watched his hand come up slowly toward his face, reaching to his mouth. He curved a finger under his lip and lifted it showing his pretty teeth. But only then did your heart stop.

When you witnessed the fangs that grew from his canines. His eyes flashing a red against the moonlight. Your heart was stunted. You couldn’t even it feel it beat at all. You stared at him, trying to process the events that were happening in front of you.

After what felt like forever, Sicheng retracted his teeth, his eyes returning to the warm dark brown color you fell in love with. He couldn’t look at you. Again, he seemed ashamed.

After a long silence you spoke up. “Is that all?”

Sicheng looked at you, shocked.

“Are you going to leave me?” He said, getting straight to the point, voice cracking.

You stumbled towards him, falling to your knees and putting your hands on his face.

“God no. I’m never leaving you.” you assured him.

For the first time on Sicheng’s life. He felt loved.

For the first time in Sicheng’s life, he cherished someone.

For the first time in Sicheng’s life, he cried.

You both laid on the ground, holding one another for what felt like centuries, but itdidn’t bother you. This felt right.

“Sicheng?” You asked.

“Hm?” He hummed.

“Can I ask you some questions?”

“Go ahead.”

“Are there more of you?”

“Oh yeah, we’re an entire population.”

“Why isn’t your skin pale?”

“That’s a stereotype.”

“And you can’t eat human food?”

“We can, but it doesn’t help. Only blood makes us feel better.”

“Do you drink people’s blood?”

“Well. Yes, but not like how you hear in stories. Where I used to reside, before your brothers basement, I worked with vampire council’s military and spy regiments. The hunting units were the ones who brought back the blood, and slaves would bottle it in canteens and glass, making it to where we could grab and sip whenever we needed it.”

“When is the last time you’ve had any.. blood?”

“A little over a month.”

“Aren’t you starving?”

“It hurts, but I can’t die. So I can deal with it.”


“Does that scare you?”

“No, why would it?”

“You don’t wonder if I could lose control and drink your blood?”

“You won’t.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Because, I mean something to you.”

Sicheng paused, eyes widened at you. “How did you know?”

“Because I love you.” You said, bluntly.

Sicheng’s entire face turned red, it was the cutest sight you’d ever seen. “W-What?”

“I love you. And I have a pretty good feeling you love me too.”

“I’ve never been loved before.” He said, looking down at his hands. You smiled at him, putting your hands over his own.

Then Sicheng remembered.

He withdrew his hands quickly, you could see the panic and worry pour over his features.

“Sicheng. What’s wrong?”

He fidgeted “There are some things I haven’t told you about.”

“Your brother is a scientist, but he is under the kings employment, he gathers information on the vampires and delivers it to the king. My people have been traitorous lately, thus, angering the king. He sent your brother to collect data and information from us, using any means necessary. You brother has a mad mind, he craves knowledge and can’t go without testing a theory or doing experiments.”

Your eyes stayed glued to Sicheng’s lips, taking in every word he was telling you.

He continued. “He had captured one of my men, and I was sent as a spy to retrieve him. When I came, your brother had already killed him. And then he captured me, almost as if he was waiting for someone to arrive.”

The horror in your eyes became more and more apparent after every word he said.

This is the morning.” He said to himself lowly.

“The morning?” You breathed shakily.

“This was the morning they planned to attack your village. And get rid of your brother.”

You’re heart fell into the bottom of your stomach. You could feel your entire body shaking. You, without thinking, stood up, shaking and world spinning. “They’re going to do what?”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“They’re going to kill my brother?! Why didn’t you tell me this a long time ago?”

“I didn’t care before, not until I met you. Once I met you I wanted to keep you safe, I didn’t want to tell you things that could jeopardize that!”

“That’s really fucking selfish! My only family left is going get killed by your people and you didn’t think that was something you should’ve told me?”

“But you’re away from it, you’re safe now.”

“Sicheng we have to go back.”

“But Y/N-”

“Sicheng!” You yelled, tears coming from your eyes as you watched the sun peek from the horizon for the first time tonight. “Please.”

Sicheng paused, staying silent. He looked at you, and wished things were different. “We don’t have much time. C'mon.” Sicheng said, grabbing your hand, leading you back to your village.

You’d never lost a home before.

You had always lived in your tiny home with Yuta. That was where are your best memories resided. Your laughs, and smiles were a chimed burned into the walls of this house.

You saw your house. The doors ripped and and shutters torn off the hinges, the brick scattered across the ground. You tried running towards it, only to be grabbed roughly by the wrist by Sicheng.

“Y/N, you have to stay close to me. Some of the vampires here are more traditional than there supposed to be. They will attack you.”

You ignore his warnings, trying to free yourself from his grasp, only Sicheng was too strong. “Yuta!” You shrieked. “Yuta I’m coming!”

Sicheng hurriedly guided you to the cellar, opening the doors and running down the steps. He stopped in his tracks at the sight before him, and you lost all control of yourself. The blood curdling scream that escaped you was all that filled the room, as you saw your brother lifeless on the ground, fangs at his throat.

The fangs belonged to a pair of eyes that looked up at you, then to Sicheng. He detached his teeth from the neck of your family, and grinned at Sicheng. Without any control of your actions, you were running to the side of your brother, screaming uncontrollably, grabbing his hands checking for a pulse. You were way too close to the other vampire, who giggled at you behavior.

Sicheng was more than pissed off.

“My, my. Sicheng. And to think, we all thought the mad scientist killed you. Looks like you’re playing house with a human girl.”

“Taeyong.” Sicheng said, gulping. Hands balled into fists. “How dare you lead this troop here? How dare you drink from the neck of a human like that? Does the council know about this?”

“How dare you come here friendly with a human girl.” Taeyong said, looking towards you on the ground. “What is she to you, is a servant? A snack to keep around? Or is she your new little whore?” Taeyong said, walking towards you.

Sicheng was there in no time, in the space between you and Taeyong, standing his ground. In a flash, Taeyong was behind Sicheng, grabbing you by throat, lifting you in the air. You looked at Sicheng while gasping for air.

“Sicheng? Why won’t you share with me?” He frowned. “Maybe I’ll just have to take her for myself.”

Then, you saw his eyes change. The sweet boy you fell in love with was gone. Sicheng grabbed Taeyong’s wrist that was holding you in the air, and crushed it with one hand. You fell to the floor, and Sicheng then grabbed Taeyong’’s neck.

“What the hell-” Taeyong choked out. “What happened, pal? We.. used to be so close? Remember that..? Before you got captured-”

“Shut up!” Sicheng yelled, choking the rogue vampire. “Don’t you ever touch her again. Do you hear me? I will fucking kill you. I will drink every last drop of your blood myself, and make sure everyone you brought here today dies by my hand.”

“But, friend, I only broke the rules.. to see you again.” He gasped.

“No, you broke the rules because you’re fucking selfish.”

Sicheng looked to you. You were looking at him, terrified. Sicheng’s expression grew from angry to distorted.

Is she.. afraid of me? He thought.

Sicheng then let go of Taeyong, letting him drop to the floor. He went over to calm you down, kissing you repeatedly and grabbing you to make sure you were okay.

“We have to go.”

“But Yuta-”

“My love, please. There’s nothing we can do now.”

You looked at your brother’s lifeless body. Did he die thinking you weren’t on his side?

“Y/N!” Sicheng said, scooping you in his arms. “Don’t look back.We have to go.”

“Sicheng I-”

“Y/N!” He yelled. “I’m not fucking losing you today, we need to leave now!”

You looked at the veins in his neck, and the serious, panicked expression on his face. You understood. Sicheng loved you. He was the last person who loved you. You needed him alive, your grief can’t be the reason he is put in danger. And the same goes for him. He wasn’t going to lose the only thing he ever loved.

He carried you out the cellar. You hear the calls of Taeyong behind you, choking and screaming on the ground.

“I’ll fucking kill you! I will find you and rip your human bitch limb from limb in front of your face!” His threats continued as you went up the cellar steps, followed by mischievous laughs. He had lost his mind.

Sicheng was fast. He ran through your village, you in his arms. You saw vampires on the street, sucking the life out of the of the people you used to see everyday. Destroying the only place you ever knew. They have killed everything in the place you called home.

You looked at Sicheng, and how desperate he was to keep you safe. He was trying to calm you, telling you he loved you, telling you that you were going to be okay, pressing kisses into your temples and kissing away your tears.

You remembered his words as you looked forward, away from the destruction of your home. “Don’t look back. We have to go.”

A few months later, you lived in a new village. This village prettier, yet simpler than the last. This was where Sicheng took you when all hell broke loose.

Sicheng knew word would get back to the council, either about his protecting a human, or that he was dead. He wasn’t worried about the council though, they didn’t value him that much anyway. He was worried about Taeyong.

Taeyong being his only semi-friend throughout his life, being in his squad for over 150 years. He couldn’t understand what happened that made Taeyong go against the rules of the council. He wondered what they did to Taeyong once they figured out he mauled an entire village, drinking the blood straight from the veins of living people, a huge taboo in their people’s society.

What could’ve happened to make Taeyong go insane?

It sounded as if Taeyong really wanted you dead. You didn’t think too much of it, knowing Sicheng would protect you. Sicheng however, believed Taeyong went rogue after defying the council.

He believed Taeyong would run away, and try to find the last person to betray him, and kill what he loved most, which was you.

So now, you both lived a normal life in a little cottage in a pretty friendly village. Sicheng worked, coming home to you everyday, making dinner for yourself, but he would still sit at the table with you and tell you about his day. (Sicheng had his owns ways of staying fed.) You woke up to him everyday iin the same bed. Although,  he never needed sleep, he loved cuddling you, and admiring your sleeping form though the long hours of the night. Watching and listening to your breathing and your heartbeat, taking in your smell and understanding how real you were. How everything about you made him so happy, effortlessly.

You loved Sicheng more than you could love anything in this entire world. You wanted to love him, until your time on this Earth ended. Out of you two, the only one dying anytime soon was you, of course.

One day when Sicheng came home from work, you had dinner on the table when he walked in. You walked up to your beloved and gave him a kiss, only he stared into the distance. Zoned out.

“Sicheng? Are you okay?” You said, checking his forehead for fever.

His eyes didn’t move from their zoned-out position, but he grabbed your hand from his head and placed it to his lips, kissing your hand.

“Taeyong is dead. The council hunted him down. He was in the woods next to us. Probably preparing to attack us.”

You stumbled back, fear adamant in your expression. “But he’s gone now right?” You said. “Were safe.”

“Also.” Sicheng continued. “The council has announced me as dead. I never have to go back.” He said, a smile forming on his face.

He grabbed you by the waist, and picked you up, spinning you around giggling and laughing. He placed you back on the ground, your chests heaving and you both smiling like idiots. He stared at you, then he pressed his lips to yours, the plush feeling you’ve grown used to. The unexplainable feeling of being loved.

“I can’t wait to spend forever with you.” He said, hugging you into his chest.

“I’m finally free.”


So last night I rewatched Fire (as you may have seen from my obnoxious post). I wanted to do Fire for the @txf-fic-chicks challenge since I’ve been shocked at how few fics there are about this awesome episode! It has everything: cute pouty Mulder, shirtless Mulder, flirty Scully, jealous Scully, a random plot point that CC never references again. 
Anyways I wrote up this fic in record time and @alittlemissfit cleaned it up for me (as she always does an amazing job of making my words make sense)
So enjoy! 
@piecesofscully @kateyes224 (thank you for this fun challenge!) 

It might have been petty of me, but I hated Phoebe from the second I laid eyes on her. I know what you’re thinking, and no, my dislike was not due to her kissing Mulder.
I knew how I felt about her from the second she opened that car door and scared the shit out of us.
One second I’m listening to that cassette tape thinking, alright, this is how it ends, in a courthouse parking garage with Mulder. The next second I’m staring a bug-eyed Englishwoman in the face. I know, commenting on looks is the lowest form of criticism, but really, what did he even see in her?

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The Winter Soldiers - Part Four

Summery: In 1993 Hydra put you under Cyro freeze and after twenty four years sleeping, your past companion Bucky Barnes aka the Winter Soldier finds you and brings you out into the real world but the both of you struggle with your past as Hydra’s Winter Soldiers.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,431


A/N: Here’s the third post I promised tonight and the fourth part of my first series written. 

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Originally posted by totheendofthelinepal

*gif creds to owner*

“Good morning,” a voice broke your slumber. You felt a hand touch your shoulder softly. Before whoever it was that was touching you could act you jerked up and grabbed their forearm flipping them to their back. Your eyes adjusted to your surroundings and you realized you were in the avenger tower and you had just flipped some innocent guy onto his back.

“Okay not the answer I was going for,” the guy on the floor muttered.

“Told you that was a bad idea,” Bucky said smirking and leaning against the door frame.

You looked around and saw that you were standing in the kitchen. You must’ve fallen asleep last night after the tea Bucky gave you. Your mug lay empty on the counter in front of where you had been sleeping.

“I’m so sorry you caught me by surprised,” you apologize helping your victim up.

“Don’t apologize, Bucky said it wasn’t a good idea but I thought someone had to wake you up.” The guy smiled at you extending his hand. “Hi I’m Sam Wilson aka the Falcon, part of the avengers.”

“Another avenger?” You ask.

“The best in my opinion,” he replied with a goofy smile. His smile made you smile and you took his hand.

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Originally posted by tuesday330

Title: panacea
Pairing: Song Minho/Reader
Genre: Tattoo Artist!Mino
Summary: Whether near or far, the two of them were each other’s medicine for a long day.

Generally, Song Minho was one of those tattoo artists that did everything for passion and not popularity; if he was acknowledged then he gladly took the compliments, but he wasn’t one to post a picture of every single tattoo he did and much less put his own pride over the client’s choices or liking. Though often misunderstood because of his way of living, she had completely found interesting how someone as talented as him could get so surprised by the small compliments, as if modesty brought out the insecurities that he once kept when he was a mere teenager, doodling on the back of his notebook with ease. Not that she met him back then, but she would’ve loved to. Now he was grown up –or the most grown up version of himself although he still keeps that child-like demeanor of his- and she couldn’t approve more of his dreams. He’s…insane, like a shot of a new drink that you never tried but once you do you wonder what is that something that makes it so good, Minho was like that…strangely too good for this world.

She missed him, that’s the whole point of her ranting because he was in a tattoo convention and not only did she feel empty without him here, but that something was missing in her life as well. Minho had sent her pictures of himself whilst he was in the tattoo convention with Seungyoon and the corner of her beautifully shaped lips would turn into a smile every time she saw him. However, she’d like to believe that she missed him more than anything else. Strangely enough, she missed when he scared her once she got out of the shower; she missed his soft humming when he was searching for something to eat in the kitchen, the murmurs that are left over her lips as he kissed her, promising her a million things over and over…small things, mostly going unnoticed by the rest of the world but they were necessary for her. In the middle of her unstoppable, aching need to see Song Minho, she had visited the tattoo parlor, where she had a few conversations with Seunghoon about piercings and tattoos, life and what they liked…the man was a good person to talk to, if she was honest.

But now it’s that point of the week where only a few hours were left to greet the love of her life and she was anxious.

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Playing with Fire || Part 3

Part 1Part 2, & Part 4

Pairing: Steve Murphy x Reader

Warning: Sexual Themes

Gif Credit: Credit to @wescravn, @jamiesfraser, your gifs are so beautiful! Thank you for letting me use them!

Tag: @emislayyyy74, @hannahmariea, @lainey-lane You’ve all been tagged because you left a comment on this first post and I’m super buzzed lol.

A/N: This chapter is centered around Narcos 2x04. This was probably the hardest chapter I’ve ever written. I don’t write smut. It never sounds right to me when I do, but I really wanted to push myself out of my comfort zone for this chapter, because I felt the story warranted it. And I wanted to challenge myself as a writer. I had to have some seriously liquid courage just to write this and post it. Hopefully it’s not shit, I apologize ahead of time if it totally sucks. Sorry if this sucks.

I also don’t condone cheating, at all. But as my friend so eloquently pointed out, the tension is so high for Steve. He really is at a breaking point and that’s how this unfolds. As a writer I wanted to to challenge myself with this story. To writing things I’m not entirely comfortable with in an honest and thought provoking way. So while I don’t think Steve would normally do this, given the circumstance… 

God I hope I don’t regret posting this in the morning

The last 48hrs were a whirlwind that would inevitably change it all. A catalyst that would take an already fragile situation and blow it to pieces. 

Life has a way of doing that, pushing people to the absolute brink. This was one of those times. When hope felt like it had been ripped away and all that remained was a cloud of uncertainty. 

It’s times like those when our baser instincts push forward. When our minds and hearts are too tired and beaten down from the fight to hold the reigns. 

Self-preservation takes over and our gut instincts find their way to the surface. The choices they make lack logic or reason, and yet, we still have to live with them… For better or worse.

Col. Carrillo had been gunned down in the streets two nights prior. Ambushed alongside so many of his men in a brutal bloodbath. 

You watched the aftermath of the carnage on the television. Bodies scattered along the sidewalk, corpses pinned in cars as the streets ran red with their sacrifice. 

The sight of it had left you nauseous, barely able to watch, unable to look away. You had met Colonel Carrillo during your time in questioning. You know how closely he worked with Steve and Javi. 

And for several long frantic minutes, biting down hard on your bottom lip as you fought to hold back the tears bursting at the brink in your eyes, you were terrified Steve might have been among the casualties.

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MLM March: First Impressions

I’ll say off the bat that this was more difficult than I thought it would be and I’m not very pleased with it. But I’m also too lazy to change it.


Adrien’s first impression of public school was that the building was actually a lot bigger than he thought it would be. He had seen pictures of course but actually being there made him realize just how big it was. Which wasn’t to say he was nervous exactly but he hoped that he wouldn’t get lost and make a fool of himself. Especially on his first day. While he was given a tour of the building before the year started, he had still been in the process of negotiating actually going with his father and had failed to fully memorize the layout of the school.

On his first day of classes, which was bad enough being the second day for everybody else, he was thankful that one of the first people he saw was Chloé. Unfortunately she was still as…abrasive as ever towards everyone but him. She was though more more than happy to walk him to class.

In what was his seat, a bench styled thing, sat a boy so handsome he was momentarily speechless. He had expensive looking headphones, a baseball cap, thick rimmed glasses (a plus in attractiveness in his book), various multicolored bracelets, and a t-shirt with some kind of design on it. “Uh, hi, my name’s Adrien.” He offered his hand for a handshake. How to make a good impression was basically as easy as breathing thanks to his father.

“You’re friends with Chloé?” The guy sneered. Oh. Well maybe the impression was a little bit lackluster.

Then the Gum Incident happened. The benefit was he became friends with his handsome classmate Nino. The con was that he became public enemy number two with another classmate, Marinette. Chloé could be a handful sometimes.

Nino was handsome, funny, very understanding, and very bi. Adrien asked him a couple days later, hanging out at Nino’s, if they could redo their initial meeting and the other boy had refused.

“We would we do that? The first time we talked established you as a noble dude, dude. If things had gone smoothly, and by that I mean without Chloé, I would’ve just thought you were pretty and nice. And then later on realized you were friends with Chloé. Best to get that out of the way from the get go.”

"You think I’m pretty?”

“Uh, you’re a literal model. You’re clearly very pretty.”

Adrien couldn’t help but smile. Of the many things he was called pretty was not one of them. It was a much better word than any of the others.

“You’re adorable.” Nino told him.

The boy’s smile turned into a grin. Adorable was even better than pretty. His stomach was doing flips which was weird. He didn’t feel sick. It stopped when Nino hugged him but only because his organs switched off exercising. Now his heart was trying to punch it’s way out of his rib cage. Oh. He realized why. At least he definitely wasn’t sick. But he did have a crush on his best friend.

Seven Encounters (Modern Royalty AU) 

I have a couple of the chapters already written out, so I’ll be posting pretty quick at first. Enjoy!

summary: It took seven times for Emma Nolan to realize she loved His Royal Highness Prince Killian, but it only took him two times to realize he would chase her to the ends of this earth. 



The Second Encounter 

He’s nervous. Killian fought hard to be sent here, but he’s still nervous. His father couldn’t understand why he wanted to go. It was a simple diplomatic mission, anyone could go. Killian told him that it was a sensitive situation and it needed the delicate touch he could provide. That seemed to do the trick and the King said he could go and the Prime Minister was thrilled to send him because it meant he didn’t have to send someone from his office to replace the ambassador who was currently in the hospital recovering from a heart attack.

Killian is on his way to the White House to advise Madam President on the potentially dangerous situation between India and Pakistan. As kids Killian and Liam were tutored on all countries where there were colonies and have extensive knowledge on the area and it’s politics. After the ambassador, Killian is the next best choice.

Now he’s sitting on the Royal family’s jet speeding towards Washington D.C. and all he can think about is Emma Nolan. Killian knows she’ll be there. He wants to see her, she’s all he has been able to think of for months. He hopes to see her, but don’t know if he will. For now he can’t think of her though he has to focus on the situation at hand.

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