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I Found You.

Prompt: (Soulmate AU) Pain demands to be felt. Sometimes by more than one.

“Wow, look at you, Mr. Cranky. What’s up?” Blaise greets Draco too cheerfully in a gloomy London Monday morning.

“Shut it, Zabini. It’s too early to deal with your shits.” Draco snaps.

“Whoa, okay, something is clearly wrong. Wanna share?” Draco almost snaps for the second time in the morning, but the concern in Blaise’s eyes softens his cranky side.

“It’s nothing, just woke up this morning and sore all over the place.”

“Soulmate things?” Draco only nods. “I hate this thing you know, I mean one day we live for 21 years and the next second we’re being tied to this one particular person which is a pain in the ass because we have to share their pain.”

“Well, you have exactly 21 years to fool around. It’s your fault to waste it. And by the way, you don’t have to search for your soulmate, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I would give my life to stop worrying while waking up with cuts all over my body. Thank you very much.”

“Good luck finding that klutz of your life. I’ll wait for the invitation.” Draco finally can grin for the first time in that morning before taking his ordered coffee, and leave the small coffee shop.


Draco Malfoy always wonders about his soulmate. On the day he turned 21, there was suddenly bruises on his ribs. He couldn’t sleep that day, worrying whether the person he is being tied to will survive the day or not, as more bruises and cuts kept coming. He relaxed once he can feel the repeated stinging pain of needle on the corner of his eyebrow. That day never stops, and Draco never stops worrying, even after one year of that dreadful night.

Now that he’s 22, he already can control his emotions. Some days he’s worried sick inside his office as the pain just keeps resonating over and over, but some other days, like today, he only feels irritated as he woke up with tenderness all over his body. He sometimes feels grateful that his job won’t cause the person on his other end any more pain than they needs to endure, but most days he feels so irritated that he cuts himself on purpose to upset the other person. Being a healer is very safe when you know what you’re doing.

Sometimes he wonders what kind of job that his soulmate has, but nowadays he’s certain that it must be resonating with the word “Auror” or anything similar to that. Nothing can cause more pain than being in that bloody department of the ministry. Unfortunately not once he found the injured Auror that belongs to him. Not yet.


“Ow, fuck! Seriously, woman, blow your hot drinks before you drink it. You can at least have self preservation if not to save your soulmate tongue!” Pansy snaps to no one while drinking her ice Americano. Blaise laughs openly at that.

“It seems like I’m not the only one who has a klutz as my soulmate.”

“Yeah, she’s a klutz sometimes, not as bad as yours though.” Both Draco and Blaise stare at her in shock.

“Wh- What? She? Have you met her?” Draco asks incredulously.

“Well, no, but yesterday I felt a strong pain on my lower region, so I believe my soulmate is a she.”

“Are you sure? I mean they could get kicked in that area, or bump into something.” Pansy rolls her eyes.

“Draco, darling, I know what cramp pain feels like, so I strongly believe that she’s a girl.”

“Well, congratulation! You’re one step ahead to stop losing your mind out of worry.” Blaise says while hugging Pansy.

“Good on you, love—” Draco’s sentence is being cut by a painful blow on his stomach. Fuck. The next blow is so strong; it knocks him to his knees. His hand is tightly gripping the desk beside him while the other clutching his side stomach. The next wave of pain comes barreling through his body before his mind can catch up on how to breathe properly. He can feel the blood rushing out of his face, this pain is different. He doesn’t feel anything but pain before when this attack comes, but now he feels something else, something worse. Despair.

“Draco! Draco, can you hear me?!” Pansy’s panic voice break through his pain filled mind, but Draco can’t bring himself to answer her. He can clearly feel the despair on his soulmate bond. He can feel how the other person starts losing his will to live. No. Don’t. Please, I haven’t found you. You have to survive this one. He can hear his heavy breathing when the pain finally stops, or at least reduces to dull throbbing in his body. When he is finally aware of his surrounding, someone bursts through his office door. Pansy and Blaise, who are both kneeling beside Draco with concern eyes, suddenly glare to the nurse on the door.

“What do you want?” Pansy snaps.

“Healer Draco, there’s an emergency patient in an immediate need of surgery.” She speaks in rapid pace. Draco is still trying to catch his breathing.

“Where are the other healers? He can’t perform a surgery, right now.” Blaise asks politely.

“There are no other healers, please, he’ll die if you don’t operate him.”

“Pans, Blaise, it’s alright. I’m okay. I’ll be in the room in two minutes.” With that Draco stands up and goes to the operation room. The nurse is already there. “Just us two?”

“Just us two, the others are not available due to the recent attack on the ministry.” Draco steps into the light and freezes when he sees his patient’s face. Freckles with ginger hair. Ronald Weasley.

“Well, it really has been awhile, Weasley.” Draco performs the quite long surgery in just 4 hours, effectively removing the long painful metal from Ron’s shoulder and picking up all the scraps after he successfully undo the curse Ron has been shot with. The dull throbs never stop while he’s conducting the surgery, but nothing that he can ease with a small hiss or sharp intake of breath. Draco was just cleaning the blood on the Ron’s stitches when the surgery room’s door slams open with a force. Draco snaps at the nurse on the door, who turns out to be his apprentice/assistant. “Can’t you see that this surgery is not finished yet?! There are rules to follow, Rachel!”

“I’m sorry, Draco, I can do whatever you’re doing to that patient right now. This one is more important.” Rachel says in panic, and without permission she pulls a patient inside the surgery room. Draco’s heart drops to the floor when he sees the patient. Harry Potter is literally dripping blood to the floor. Bruises all over the place, but what concerns Draco is his split up chest that is oozing a scary amount of blood.

“Fuck, what happened to him?!”

“I don’t know, bloody Auror mission had gone wrong, probably? And this is not the worst of it.” With that Rachel show him the chunk of metal ripping through Potter’s thigh, deep enough to rip a tendon, deep enough to forbid him from running for the rest of his life. Draco sighs tiredly, why did Harry bloody Potter love to do something that will accelerate his own death? Merlin, help him.

“Uh- you, nurse over there, just bring Weasley to his room and clean him there. Rachel helps me with this one.” Draco says frantically. He cleans all the blood from Harry’s body while Rachel is already supplying the lifeless body with blood transfusion. Draco recognizes the curse from when he was forced to witness the Death Eater tortured their prisoner. It was a special signature curse from one of the Death Eater he hates the most, Dolohov. So, Harry has been dueling with Dolohov and what? Lose? A shudder rips through Draco’s spine. “How’s the other one?” Draco asks Rachel.

“The other one?”

“Yes, the other one he’s been fighting.” Draco snaps.

“Oh, yes, the other one is dead.” Oh, so he won. Thank Merlin, he won. Not in a very good shape though, he could die in a few minutes if Draco doesn’t act. Thank Merlin, Draco knows the counter curse. Draco points his wand on the open wound while muttering the incantation. His wand is rigid in his hand, his wand is not supposed to move or the incantation will fail. Apparently it’s an impossible task, because right when the spell works his chest fills with pain. Draco cries out while his knees buckle. Fuck. He tries once again with the same result. Fuck.

“Draco, what’s wrong?”

“I think you need to help me. Make sure that I don’t move, especially my wand, or else the spell won’t work.”

“Why are you in pain?”

“Apparently the counter curse hurts as much as the curse, so unless you’re doing the counter curse, I need you to help me stay still.”

“But –you’re not –but that means –your pain? –you and him?” Poor Rachel can’t even conjure a sentence.

“Yes, apparently fate has a weird way of playing with my life.” With that, Draco stands up with Rachel pointing her wand at Draco’s hand, casting spell so that his hand won’t move anywhere. After a few minutes with excruciating pain, Draco manages to close the wound on Harry’s chest.

“Alright, you have to bear the pain, Draco. I’m going to pull this metal out of his thigh.”

“Do it in one swift clean motion, or else you’ll rip whatever chance he has to run again.” Rachel points her wand at the large piece of metal. “On three. One. Two. Three.” Draco screams as the metal is being pulled out of Harry’s thigh. After that, they both finish their work on Harry Potter, releasing him to his room after his condition stabilizes in two hours.


Draco stays with Potter in his room after the bloody tiring surgery, catching up with the sleep he has lost over worrying for his bloody soulmate –Merlin, his soulmate is sodding Harry fucking Potter, how is that even possible? Now it’s clear why he never stops getting bruises and cut, but that can wait until later, right now a nap sounds really good.


Harry wakes up in a very familiar white room. Of course he’s in St. Mungo, he was barely alive when he managed to save Ron from Dolohov curse. He was very certain that he will not see another day, but here he is, lying soundlessly in a hospital bed. He feels another presence beside him, but he turns only to find a very familiar shade of blond. Malfoy. Malfoy looks so peaceful while sleeping, his head being supported by his hands on the bed, back rising slowly with each breath he takes. Somehow Malfoy looks breathtakingly innocent while sleeping, and that lures Harry in because the next thing he knows is he’s stroking the blond strands gently while willing for Malfoy to sleep a little longer.

That jinxes it though because now Malfoy is awake. Very much awake and very much confuse with Harry’s hand on his hair. Harry retracts his hand quickly, beyond embarrassed.

“How are you, Potter?” Draco asks professionally, so Harry sucks a deep breath to muster all his courage and apathy to answer him.

“Sore.” That makes Draco chuckles.

“Yeah, no wonder. The counter curse was suck, but the ripping a chunk of metal from your thigh part was a bitch.” Harry can only stares at Draco, he’s speaking in a very weird way. “Congratulation on killing Dolohov, though. Weasley is safe and sound, sleeping like a baby in the next room. Just friendly reminders though, the next time you’re getting beaten up, don’t start losing hope on living. The pain I can handle, the despair just simply makes me insane.” Draco smiles at him softly with concern in his grey orbs. “Your chest is fine, your thigh –not so much–”

“Malfoy.” Harry tries to cut his unnecessary professionalism.

“I’m afraid you have ripped your tendon, a physical therapy could–”


“Help you to heal it faster, but—”

“Draco!” Harry finally snaps, Draco looks at Harry with annoyance.

“Stop interrupting me! You cannot run, Potter! You ripped your tendon. It will heal, but you cannot run until then. There I said my piece, stop interrupting me, Merlin. What do you want?”

“Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

“I’m not saying anything, what do you mean?”

“I’m saying about you can handle the pain. Are you saying that you’re my soulmate?” Harry asks exasperatedly. Draco’s face goes with recognition.

“Oh, that, yeah. I thought we already established that by what I’m saying. What you need prove?” Draco doesn’t wait for an answer; he just casually cuts his finger on the paper that he brought.

“Ow! Yeah, no, stop hurting yourself, I didn’t say I need any proof, you git!”

“What? It’s just a paper cut, you usually gives me new bruises for every week.” Draco says innocently which draws Harry more and more.

“Just come here, please.” Draco stands beside his bed, but Harry needs him closer, so he pulls Draco’s white coat collar down, effectively crushing their mouths together. Their kisses are gentle, and somehow fiercely sweet. “God, I never thought I’d live to see this day. I finally find you.” Harry says between kisses.

Thank Merlin, you survived. Thank you. I found you now.

P.S. Sorry this is not a very good one. I’ll probably rewrite this in the near future.

anonymous asked:

Hello. I was wondering if I could have some headcanons w/the RFA&V about MC who relapses into self harm. I have an ED and today has been particularly shitty and I feel really down. I’m pretty sure I’ve read all the HCs already out there about SH/EDs so any new ones would be amazing. Thank you so much - I love you and your blog!

I hope you don’t mind but I added Vanderwood and Saeran too because I thought this request was so important and that the others should be added too. 

I’m so sorry to hear that you have been struggling lately. If you ever need anything, whether it’s just to talk, my messages are always open. Stay strong, darling. <3

Something my doctor told me lately was that relapses are part of the road to recovery. It’s ok to have relapses, but don’t keep it quiet. Tell a trusted adult if you are suffering with depression or self harm, or if you are having suicidal thoughts. There is always someone to help you.

And never, ever blame yourself. You are all so strong and beautiful. My inbox is always open if you guys need to talk.

Trigger Warning: Self Harm.

RFA + Minor Trio reacting to MC relapsing into Self Harm



  • It had been so long, so long, and you thought you overcame it.
  • You had found healthier ways to deal with your depression, and then something in your brain just snapped today after you got grief from someone at work.
  • You sat in the bathtub with the bloody razor in your hand.
  • You had only made two cuts until you stopped, almost disgusted with yourself.
  • You began to cry, holding your bloody wrists as your vision blurred with tears.
  • Yoosung was at work so you thought you could hide all of this and pretend it never happened, but you heard the door rattling and him calling out for you.
  • The shame was eating you up as you heard Yoosung frantically call your name. You wanted to try and clean everything up or just pass it off as nothing, but you couldn’t stop yourself crying.
  • You hated yourself. So much. Everything hurt. You were scared. What would he think?
  • Yoosung had found a key and opened the door, his heart breaking at the sight of you curled up in the tub with the blood around you.
  • He was quick to pull you out of the tub and get a first aid kit.
  • You blubbered a few things but he shushed you as he got to work on your cuts.
  • “Y-you think I’m weak, don’t you? I’m so weak,” you sobbed.
  • Once your arm was bandaged up, Yoosung held your face in his hands, his thumbs caressing the soft skin of your cheeks whilst wiping away the tears falling.
  • “No. I don’t think you are weak. I think you are strong. So, so strong.”
  • For the rest of the night, and week for that matter, Yoosung kept a close eye on you, watching out for anything that might trigger you. He was too afraid to leave you alone for awhile, but as he saw you getting better and coping in more healthier ways, he started to back off a bit.
  • But every night he reminded you just how beautiful he thought you were and reminded you of your worth.


  • Zen noticed that his cigarettes were disappearing.
  • It didn’t even come to mind that it was you taking them. He thought he was just going crazy and losing them or something.
  • But when he came back from the studio early, he could smell the smoke from a lit cigar.
  • When did MC smoke, he thought.
  • He went outside to see if it was you, and you weren’t there. No one was there.
  • As he walked back into the house, he realized that the smoke was coming from inside.
  • He was kinda angry at first because he thought you were smoking in the house, and that’s a huge no no to him.
  • He loves to smoke, ok, but not in the house. He doesn’t want the house smelling.
  • He busts open the bathroom when he figures out that that is where it’s coming from, but the words stop in his throat when he sees you pressing the bud of the cigar to your thigh, other small burns surrounding it.
  • Zen yanked the cigar out of your hand, quickly stamping his foot on it to take out the small light.
  • You immediately burst into tears now that you were caught, your form sliding to the floor.
  • Zen caught you, pulling you against his chest and rocking you back and forth as you cried. He needed to know why you did this to yourself. But he would wait. He needed you to calm down. He needed you to know he was there for you.
  • When you calmed down, he brushed the hair out of your face and asked you why you were hurting yourself. You explained how you had such a terrible day and your emotions were running high, and you just couldn’t help it, and that you were so disappointed with yourself and you felt so weak.
  • “MC, do not call yourself weak. You are far from that. Look how far you have come. You relapsed, that’s ok. We are going to get you help, and that’s ok too. You are not alone in this.
  • Took you with him to rehearsals for a few months because he was too afraid to leave you home alone.
  • Though he knew you had stopped hurting yourself, he just wanted to be careful and make sure there were no more serious relapses.


  • You had made a small mistake at the cafe,
  • You messed up a small order.
  • But the customer was so angry, and Jaehee was annoyed because this was the 3rd order you had messed up.
  • You felt utterly useless and that you couldn’t do anything right.
  • The harsh words that had been spat at you by the customer lingered in your thoughts. And you couldn’t get the picture of Jaehee being so disappointed out of your head.
  • You held the pair of scissors over your forearm, your whole body shaking as you pulled the pointed blade across your skin hard enough to draw blood.
  • It hurt like hell, but it felt like a release.
  • But then you realized what you had done. That you had hurt yourself. It had been so long since you had and you just broke down, ashamed with yourself.
  • Jaehee will be even more disappointed with me.
  • You tossed the scissors across the room and pulled your knees to your chest as you cried.
  • “MC!”
  • Jaehee was at your side in moments when she opened the door to see the small puddle of blood beside you and the scissors across the room.
  • Her hands were all over you, rubbing your shoulders, pushing the hair from your face, pushing your legs down and taking your arm.
  • “Oh, sweetie, it’s ok. You’re ok. Shh, shh.”
  • “I-I’m so sorry, Jaehee. I keep messing everything up. I’m so useless.”
  • “Don’t you dare ever say that. You are not useless, you are worth so much. You made a mistake. You are human. It’s ok to make mistakes.”
  • Jaehee bandaged up your arm then brought you to the couch, wrapping you up in a wool blanket.
  • She put on your favorite of Zen’s musicals and cuddled up with you.
  • She held onto you for the rest of the night, every so often telling you that she loved you. 
  • Scissors were also banned in the household from now on. She couldn’t stand to even look at the common household object without getting upset thinking about how you hurt yourself with them.


  • “Who would have thought such a handsome, young corporate heir would choose such a plain woman for their wife.”
  • The words stung.
  • They were like a dagger through the heart.
  • Jumin was across the room talking to coworkers when the wife of a business man made such an off handed comment.
  • You felt sick to your stomach as you thought how true those words were.
  • He was such a powerful man with the world in his hands. He was good looking, intelligent, compassionate when he needed to be, and he chose you of all people?
  • You locked yourself in the bathroom of the hotel.
  • You had to bite your hand to hold back your sobs and control the panic attack you were having.
  • Ugly, stupid, weak.
  • Such untrue words were buzzing around in your head.
  • You started to scratch at your arm, pulling the skin and drawing blood. As the more blood came the more harsher you scratched.
  • Then you realized what a mess you had made. There was blood on the floor and your arm was scratched up.
  • You thought of all the progress you had made with your anxiety and depression and you just blew it all away.
  • Now you were crying.
  • You tried to wipe up your arm with the toilet paper but it stung like hell.
  • You couldn’t control yourself as you started to panic, your breathing becoming heavy and the world around you seemingly spinning.
  • You heard Jumin outside calling your name, and then you heard him demand the door be kicked down.
  • The door was down in seconds and Jumin was busting in.
  • He saw the blood and started shouting for a medic. He was on the ground, his arms around you as he pulled you against his chest and held your arm. He rubbed your back as he tried to calm you down.
  • “Darling, breathe. You’re ok, breathe. Breathe with me.”
  • When your breathing was under control, he pulled you in for a soft kiss and then asked you tell him what lead you to this.
  • You told him about the comment made and how upset you were. 
  • Not only did he break all business relationships with the woman’s husband, fuck, he went up on stage and made an announcement about how amazing you were.
  • A little extra, but you deserved extra.
  • He took you home afterwards and ran you a bath, helping you to clean yourself up.
  • “MC. If I have to, I will tell you a million times a day that you are the most beautiful woman in the world.”
  • “Oh, honey, you don’t have to do that. I was just pathetic and weak.”
  • “No, you were not pathetic. Don’t be so critical towards yourself. You are strong, and I know you will continue to be, my love.”


  • He saw through the CCTV as you put the sharp blade of the razor against your skin.
  • He was booking it towards your room.
  • Panic was streaming through his veins as he started slamming himself against the door.
  • When he got it to open, you were on the floor, your hands over your ears as blood glided down your arms.
  • He slide across the floor to you, grabbing and pulling you against him. His hand petted your hair, the other running up and down your back.
  • Seven rested his cheek on your head and allowed himself to cry into your hair. The two of you were a sobbing mess on the ground.
  • He hated himself for not being able to see this relapse coming, for not being able to do anything about it.
  • You were on the ground hurting, your arm a bloody mess, and he wasn’t able to stop it.
  • He lifted you up bridal style and brought you to the kitchen counter, where in the cupboards above was a first aid kit.
  • He sat you on the counter and pulled out the first aid kit, rummaging through it before he found anti-dissecting cream.
  • You let out a pained howl at the sting of the cool liquid against your cut.
  • “I know, baby, I know.”
  • He rubbed the cream onto the cuts, then took a bandage and wrapped it around your arm.
  • When he was done, he brought the wounded arm to his lips, and gently kissed it.
  • He saw a couple tears leak from your eyes and he moved his thumb up to wipe at them.
  • “Can you tell me what lead you to do this?” he asked quietly, a caring smile on his face.
  • “I… you deserve someone better than me. Someone stronger.”
  • “No, baby, I deserve you. All I want is you. We’re gonna get married at the space station, remember?”
  • “Why do you want me? After what you just saw me do, you still want to be my husband?”
  • “Of course. I love you. And I know you will get through this.”


  • You slid against the door as another pained sob escaped your lips.
  • Your body shook as you tried to hold back the urge to harm yourself. But the curling iron plugged into the socket was so tempting.
  • The steam from the iron was dancing through the air, the smell of it hitting against your nose.
  • Your fingers wrapped around the handle, holding up in front of your face before slowly bringing it down on your forearm.
  • You held it there for 5 seconds before you howled, dropping the iron.
  • The pain was unbearable.
  • You regretted doing it instantly; you were ashamed for letting yourself fall back into such a dark place, and god, it hurt.
  • You tried running your arm under cold water but nothing seemed to work.
  • It just kept hurting.
  • You finally gave up and just laid down on the bed.
  • You heard V enter the house, shouting the usual, “I’m home, my love.”
  • You hid under the covers, pulling them over your head since at that moment you really did not want to see him. You were afraid if you did you would break down. And you didn’t want him to see your arm, or see what a mess you were.
  • V opened the bedroom door and frowned when he saw the lump in the bed.
  • “MC? Are you alright.”
  • He sat at the edge of the bed and gently stroked the bit of your head sticking out.
  • V figured things out pretty quickly when he saw the curling iron on your dresser still turned on, and by the way you were acting, clearly something was up.
  • “Sweetheart, did you hurt yourself?”
  • Your broke out into sobs, your body shaking violently. V sighed, laying down besides you and wrapping his arm around you.
  • “It’s ok. You’re going to be ok. I’ll always be here, my love. You are strong. You are my muse. I’ll never abandon you. I’ll always support you and I’ll always be by your side. You will get through this.
  • V stayed with you for the rest of the night, watching over you, reminding you just how much he loves you, and just how much you mean to him.


  • Saeran knows all too much about relapses since he’s had a few since his recovery.
  • When he finds you cutting in the bathroom, he’s heartbroken.
  • He’d never seen you so broken, so distraught. 
  • You were always so strong but clearly you had reached some sort of breaking point.
  • Not good with words or emotions, he starts screaming at you, demanding you to tell him why you would do such a thing.
  • When you fall to the ground and start to cry, he calms down, sitting on the ground with you and pulling you against him.
  • He looks down at the bloody razor and kicks it across the floor, disgusted by it.
  • It’s done so much harm to us.
  • He starts to run a warm bath.
  • He fills it with bubbles then gently helps you into it.
  • Neither of you speak as he starts to clean you up. Careful with your sensitive skin, careful of your wounds.
  • He pays the most attention to your arm when rubbing the soap in.
  • Saeran watches your face carefully. It’s just filled with sadness, and shame, and disappointment.
  • When he’s done and has drained the tub, he pulls you out and brings you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed.
  • “Can… do you want to talk?” he asks.
  • You nod slowly before explaining how useless you felt. You thought you weren’t good enough for him, and that you couldn’t do anything right. And you just felt so sad believing you were not doing enough for him.
  • Saeran grumbled, unable to believe what he’s hearing.
  • “You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. Because of you I have gotten this far. Why you would think you were not doing enough is beyond me. You’ve done so much for me. And I’m… I’m grateful. I… I love you.
  • “I’m so sorry, Saeran. You need me to be strong and I do this.”
  • Saeran shakes his head, laying down next to you and wrapping his arm around your waist.
  • “Don’t apologize. I understand.”
  • Saeran becomes a little more protective and clingy with you from now on.
  • He is so afraid of something happening to you, or that he’s going to lose you so he just can’t leave you alone. But you don’t mind. You feel better and happier with Saeran always by your side.
  • Everyday, the the two of you remind each other just how much you make each other happy, and just how much you love each other. 
  • And Saeran always makes a big deal in kissing your arms before bed.


  • The two of you were in a brawl as he fought to pull the knife out of your hand.
  • He had walked into your shared apartment to see you holding the knife and using it to carve up your delicate skin.
  • You were screaming at him to let you go, and he was screaming at you to drop it.
  • And then you finally did, and you fell to the ground with it as you broke into sobs realizing just what you were doing.
  • That you broke. That you relapsed. That you fell back into old habits.
  • You were suddenly so ashamed with yourself that you couldn’t even breathe properly, let alone think straight.
  • You waited for Vanderwood to start yelling at you, to tell you how stupid and weak you were, that you were pathetic for doing this.
  • But it never came.
  • He never yelled at you.
  • He joined you on the ground and carefully draped his jacket around your shoulders before pulling you into a hug, holding your arm out of the way however.
  • Against your hairline, he whispered, “Don’t do this to yourself. I can’t stand to see you in so much pain.”
  • He cleaned and bandaged your arm before laying you down in bed, deciding that you needed as much rest as possible.
  • After all the wrestling over the knife and crying, you were pretty worn out, and as he was bandaging you up he couldn’t help but notice how much of a struggle it was for you to just keep your eyes open.
  • Vanderwood honestly felt lost in what to do.
  • He was aware of your history with depression, but he wasn’t always great with words. He didn’t always know what to do. He wanted to be supportive of you and help you in the road of recovery.
  • So he talked with Seven who gave him advice after his experience with Saeran. And Vanderwood now felt more prepared to help you.
  • He made it part of his routine to tell you at least once a day that he loved you, and to point out something he loved about you.


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Heal Me // Doctor!Shawn (A Soulmate AU) Part 3

(i mentioned making this a 3 part series, well it’s going to be more than 3 parts lol)

Part One | Part Two 

A week passes and you find yourself fitting into Shawn’s home life fairly easily. He was quiet, gave you your space and offered to help any time you appeared to be struggling. You had made it clear you just wanted to stay until the snow storms eased up and insisted that it was temporary and that he remembered that. The idea of staying longer was tempting though. His place was extremely nice, well decorated, high end furniture and appliances. It was one of those homes you see on HGTV that has been remodeled but kept that vintage look about parts of the house. Shawn gave you free access to everywhere, save for the basement because you couldn’t get down there, but if you could, you were technically allowed to look down there too.

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I’ve been procrastinating on this for days, but I finally got it done last night!
I didn’t reread anything so there might be some mistakes, tell me if you see some!
This takes place as if you don’t have just 11 days in game, there’s more time to know the RFA because I think that all happened quite fast personally. everything in each route still happens, but you just return to the apartment afterwards.
// VERY LONG POST, Mini fics under the cut!

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A Day So Special (Viktuuri Oneshot) [Bakery AU]

Since Yuri!!! On Ice has been stuck on my mind for the past few months days, I decided to write a fic for it :)

This lovely AU fic is for @barechu for an art trade! I hope you like it! I tried my best with the lovely prompt you sent me (I fell in love with it the moment you sent it).

Honestly, I don’t think I’ll be able to shake off Viktuuri anytime soon. 

None of the characters are mine. All copyright to the creators of Yuri on Ice.


Snow pelted the large bakery windows softly at 1 PM, sliding down the clear glass before mingling with the rest in a pile at the bottom. Yuuri Katsuki watched in wonder at the snow outside, his hands absentmindedly pouring another layer of cake batter into the metal cake pan in front of him. It didn’t matter if he had lived in Hasetsu, Japan all his life; snow would always be something otherworldly to him. Especially since it was Christmas today.

“Yuuri, what are you doing in the kitchen at this time? We have customers.” his sister, Mari Katsuki, called from the front.

Yuuri snapped out of his trance, abruptly pulling away the bowl he was holding so the cake batter would stop its descend to the cake pan. He was making a Napoleon Cake, and it took a pain stakingly long time to pour every individual layer and baking it. But he didn’t mind. It was Christmas after all. Glancing behind him, Yuuri raised an eyebrow at his sister where she stood at the open doorway between the kitchen and the front counter.

“I’m making the special for today. I saw a recipe online for Napoleon Cake when I was searching for things to make last night,” he paused, moving to set the cake pan into the oven once more, “It’ll be done in 30 minutes, you can handle the front for now, right?”

Mari rolled her eyes with a nod, the most acknowledgement she’d give her brother for his obsession with baking. It was, after all, what made him open this cafe: Hasetsu Cafe - one of the most well known in the small town. At the age of 20, Yuuri had decided to fulfil his dreams with the money he had earned from his previous jobs. Four years later, at 24, it had become one of the biggest successes in his life.

As the oven dinged, signalling that the next layer was ready, Yuuri bent down to bring it back up onto the counter.

Just three more layers, he thought as he slowly poured the cake batter once more with precision.

Like he expected, it took him 30 minutes to finish the cake, moved it onto a ceramic cake platter that was adorned with a green and red ribbon for Christmas, and set it into the freezer display in the front counter. With a proud smile, Yuuri went over to the black chalkboard settled beside the counter and added Napoleon Cake to the top of the specials list for the day with his blue chalk:


- Napoleon Cake

- Hazelnut Latte Cake

- Gingerbread Cake

With a smile still intact on his face, Yuuri went back to clean up the mess he had made and to change his flour covered shirt to his specially nice button up he brought over for Christmas. Albeit he was still going to wear the bakery apron over it. Slicking back his hair and wiping his glasses clean one last time, Yuuri joined his sister in the front counter who was beginning to struggle with the number of customers walking in through the front door.

“Counter’s open!” he announced loudly as customers began to line up on his row. He couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his Christmas.


Viktor Nikiforov never knew how to feel during his birthday. Of course, it was Christmas day too so there was some form of happiness he felt. But for some reasons, his birthday always reminded him of loneliness - even with many of his friends being in Japan at the moment ready to celebrate in a few hours at the hotel he was staying at.

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His favorite things are the summers, because that’s when you return from boarding school, and his life becomes a lot more bright and a lot less dull.

“friendship can be an excuse. a cover for when there’s something there you don’t want to admit or you’re too scared to explore.” - gossip girl

pairing: park jimin x reader 
words: 8,653
genre: skinny!love,  
warnings: mature themes, slight angst
before: alright, so please keep in mind that this is the first oneshot I have ever written, therefore please don’t be too harsh on me. I hope I get better in time. I received two Jimin requests and decided to combine them both into one. any who, I hope this is somewhat tolerable! I apologize in advance.

Jimin’s not sure when it began.

As he watches you dance with a very inebriated yet still somehow skillful Hoseok, who insists on being a little too touchy with you (at least in Jimin’s opinion) it’s all that seems to cross his mind.

That, and the thought of how badly he wants to remove Hoseok from the current situation and instead replace the older with himself.

You both are dancing to the slower version of one of your favorite songs, one that’s permanently etched in Jimin’s mind because of your refusal to listen to anything else but the damn song the entire summer break of last year.

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Characters: Bucky x POC!Reader, Sam makes an appearance, lots of people are mentioned.

Warnings: fluff. lots of swearing because I can’t stop myself. Bad science jokes. Bucky’s kinda sad and doesn’t know what privacy means. 

Word count: 3,895

Originally posted by elaacreditava

Bucky hates being home alone. No, not because of the constant nagging urge to look over his shoulder, the dark creeping feeling in the hallways, or even the dark thoughts that plague him at night. It’s none of that.

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Silent Army | Chapter 1

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Summary: Everyone knew the Bangtan Group. They weren’t just a mob, they were an army. An empire. They controlled the city, weaving in and out, members dispersed all around as they placed their influence everywhere. You just didn’t expect them to be so close to home. 

Pairing: Jin x Reader (with appearances from everyone else)

Genre: action, angst, mafia!au

Rating: M

Word Count: 2866

A/N: Pretty much just a coffee shop au gone very, very wrong. Gender neutral reader. Enjoy!

Working at a café sucked.

You’d thought it was a good idea, way back when you applied for the job. You were in college, didn’t have much in the way of friends or extracurriculars, and you were broke as hell. Scholarship money only got you so far, after all. A job seemed perfect, and the little café down the road from your flat was hiring. You’d make some money and you wouldn’t be so insanely bored all the time.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Staring at the clock on the far side of the wall, you idly tapped your fingers on the countertop as you counted the minutes. 7:02 p.m. Fifty-eight minutes until closing. You sighed, lamenting your bad life decisions. You made some money, sure, and you were grateful for that, but the hours sucked, the work was tedious, and your boss was an asshole. That, and you were forever pissed off that “excessive boredom” wasn’t in the official café job description.

As if on cue, a large yawn bubbled up from out of you, though you didn’t have the presence of mind to cover your mouth.

“You could try to look enthusiastic,” came a soft, amused voice from behind you.

Slowly, you turned your head and spared the owner of the voice a quick glance before shrugging and resuming your staring contest with the clock.

“No offense Jin,” you said dryly, “but it’s hard to be excited about zero customers for the past hour and a half.”

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Hunter, Never the Hunted: Ch. 1

Eventually Jackson/OC
Summary: A hard working waitress spends her days working at a diner just to makes ends meet. Until one night on her shift, a sketchy character strolled in and slowly her life gets flipped upside down with the unexpected. 

Masterlist | Video Edit

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fic ever written. I had this idea and thought I’d give it a try. It could potentially be a dumpster fire, who knows. Please be gentle and bear with me. Let me know what you think. The boys will have a longer appearance in the next part. Promise!

Your back was aching and your feet were throbbing. This had to be the hardest 10-hour shift that you had in a very long time. It must be the hot weather that is making people get a little wound or something — you had had to deal with people yelling and barking orders at you all day. It didn’t help that you were short staffed either. That is why you were so relieved that your shift was ending soon.

You take a quick glance around and saw that there was only a single patron still lingering around in the diner. This is typically the normal situation considering the time it was now. You didn’t get many customers around this late. Normally the only ones here at this time is a lonely straggler or two, blowing through town, or a handful of the older teenagers with nothing better to do.

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Imagine Seth meeting his imprint. (Part 2)


It’s not like love at first sight, really. It’s more like… gravity moves. When you see her, suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. Jacob and his romantic bullshit. Your balls were testament to the fact that it’s completely different. Y/N brought you to your knees literally and figuratively. It’s more like being caught up in a hurricane. It’s majestic. She is majestic. You feel the awe and the respect when you face her and then you see the beautiful chaos she leaves behind, all the more reason to respect her. 

“Would you stop that? It wasn’t on purpose man” Jacob was right across the room glaring at Y/N and it was making you twitchy. 

“All this could have been avoided if someone hadn’t stolen my bike especially when that someone doesn’t know how to treat my baby” Collective groans could be heard across the room. All the pack members were present. The news of you finding your imprint had spread like wildfire from the first call you made. And everyone flinched the first time they saw who it was.

“Jacob I borrowed your bike. I asked you and you said yes Y/N of course you can take it” 

“What?! I don’t remember-”

“That would have been the conversation we would have had if I had asked you, either way you were going to give me the deathtrap. Stop your bitching” 

“Deathtrap? Did I hear you correctly?” You were already in front of Jacob before he had even decided to take a step. 

“She is right Jacob” You lean in so that only he could hear you “And back the fuck off. It’s not even been a day that I found her. Control is not my forte right now” 

Jacob had his hands up moving away from the scene. Sometimes your pack had a tendency to forget you were still young. Being all powerful and perfect had their disadvantages. 

You sigh and lean against the sofa where Y/N was resting. Dr. Cullen would be here any minute. Which better doctor than someone who has practiced for years and years on stretch. Only the best for my Y/N. 


The crowd was making you angsty. Every now and then you would catch someone gawking staring at you. As if in disbelief and then some would even pat Seth on his back. There was something going on here which everyone except you were aware about. And Seth was a distraction. You were hyperaware when he was nearby and when he wasn’t you felt a sense of loss. You were trying your hardest not to stare at him. It wasn’t just in appreciation of his perfect features and his beautiful six pack abs. No it was like finding something finally after such a long search that you were afraid to take your eyes off in fear of losing it. 

“Give her some space guys. Your stares aren’t even subtle and none of you were invited here in the first place” Seth was almost reading your mind. It was scarier than the crash. 

Just then there was a knock on the door and the crowd parted to let the doctor through. His kind and also handsome face wasn’t enough to distract you from imagining all the pain you were going to be in. Some called your fear of doctors and hospitals irrational. Well you weren’t a rational being in the first place.

You sat there stiffly trying to prepare yourself. The doctor introduced himself as Dr. Carlisle Cullen. You were somewhat aware of the Cullen family. They may not stay on the reservation but they were well talked about. 

“You know what doc? I think I’m feeling fine.” You suck in a breath and shift a little to get the fuck away only to have his cold touch stop you. 

“This won’t take much time Y/N. You will just make it worse and be stuck with me for a little longer” Ugh, you hated when people were right. You scrunch your face and lay back accepting defeat. 

Fortunately when Dr. Cullen was fixing you up there was only Seth in the room and Embry was called in after awhile cause you accidentally smacked the good doctor in the face. Cleaning wounds were no joke. It’s not like you purposely wanted to hit the doctor with your functioning leg for torturing you. Seth refused to leave your hand through everything. When the pain got too much for you, he would distract you with his touch or his wit. 

After an eternity, the doctor was done. You had a cast for broken ankle and you were freaking exhausted. Seth was seeing the doctor out, this was your chance to get out of his hair. 

“Emily” You try to call her. “EMILLLY” You nearly screamed. That should do the work. 

“What..what? Are you hurting? Dr. Cullen said you can’t take another painkiller for a few hours Y/N”

“Shh.. no listen. You have to take me back. I mean we have practically spent all day at this house. Here help me get up” You snatch her hand dragging her closer and use her as your clutch. Albeit a reluctant one. You had to get out of here before your feelings for Seth developed anymore than they were now it would be one sticky situation. 

“Y/N I don’t think you should be moving” Emily’s voice was strained. Honestly you were a little insulted, you were light as a damn feather. 

“What are you guys doing?!” Seth’s voice startled us. And because it’s you and not anyone else, the fates weren’t done fucking with you today. You lost your balance and Em couldn’t help you despite your light as a feather weight. Thankfully Seth had spidey senses because he was there right against your side holding your dead weight. 

“You are going to be the death of me Y/N I swear” His hands were shaking and his heart was beating so fast you could feel it against your palm. 

“I’m sorry, Seth. I will be out of your hair in a few minutes. Just help me till Em’s car”

“You are not leaving. I mean you can stay here and rest. It’s going to be hectic at Em’s place.” His arms were around you gently lifting you up. 

“I’m not going to be your burden anymore” You said as you tried not to melt in his arms. 

“Y/N, stay here for a few days. You will not stay still if you are at my place.” Emily chirped in. Clearly she did not read the best friend memo.

“Just following doctors order” You could feel Seth genuinely wanted you to not leave. This was all so confusing but you had reached your limit for today. 

“Fiiiine I will stay for awhile” You let Seth carry you to the guest room where he laid you down on the bed. He stayed for awhile touching your face like he was mesmerised by you. In that drowsy state of your mind you realised a few things. First, Seth had spidey senses. Second, there was a part of him and you didn’t know how potent that part might be that had feelings for you. And third, you were going to unconditionally and irrevocably screw up this whole thing. [Part 1]

Originally posted by imlostinsantacarla

All Yours

“You could’ve had feelings for anyone else, but nope. You heart was stuck on the sleeping boy in your lap.


↠fluffy angst (if you will ;–;)↞

word count: 4.2k


The cool surface of the granite countertop rested against your elbow. You watched the hands of your wristwatch tick slower and slower as each second passed. You blew a breath of air upward, moving strands of hair out of your eyes. This felt like the longest shift of your life.

There was something about Thursdays at your university coffee shop that made it seem like barren land; except for maybe a couple of students and other adults who sat quietly, tapping away at their laptop keyboards. Maybe it was because other students were out in the town buying snacks and drinks to prepare for their usual Friday nights in the dormitories.

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You Look Beautiful (M)


It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything about EXO so I hope you like it!

Originally posted by sefuns

Pairing: Baekhyun/Reader (Female)

Warnings: Sexual content/public/very vanilla so the kinks are nonexistent

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I Can Fix That - Owen Grady One Shot

Reader falls into cage and is pretty shaken up so Owen distracts her with sex

Warnings: Smut (hence the description)

Requested by anon!

Being around dinosaurs everyday always had something new to bring.  Some days the girls would listen exceptionally well and follows their commands the first time around, weren’t so great. And on those days you could cut the tension with a knife. Thankfully, today was not one of those days.

Coming out of your thoughts, you turned to look at Owen as he began calling out commands to the girls.

“Blue! Hey, Don’t give me that shit.” Owen shouted in  alpha voice.

“And we’re moving. Good. That’s damn good. Hold!”

Taking that as your que to bring over the bucket of rats, you smiled at Owen from afar.

“Hello Y/N,” Hearing Hoskins say your name made you cringe on the inside. “Did you consider my offer?” He said referring to the date you declined a few days ago.

“I already said no.” You said letting the annoyance slip. Thankfully Owen say Hoskins harassing you and stepped in.

“Ah, Owen! You and I both know what I’m here to talk about, as I’ve been talking about it for the past month or so. The raptors responded wonderfully today.”

Both you and Owen rolled your eyes as you ignored Hoskins and walked back towards the girls with Hoskins still following you.

Handing Owen the bucket, you complimented him on the good work the girls have been doing. Hearing him mumble a thanks, probably still pissed at Hoskins even having the audacity to continue asking about using the raptors for army purposes.

Tossing each of the girls one rat each, Owen dismissed them.

“Pig Loose!” The newbie yelled from the other side of the catwalk. Hearing that, Hoskins pushed past you as you reached down for an animal grabber.

It all happened so quickly, one second you were standing beside to Owen on the catwalk, the next you were lying on your back gasping for air.

“Y/N! Don’t move I’m coming!” Owen yelled as you felt the pounding of feet on the ground.

Maybe this was it, this is how you were going to die. Accepting this fate, you braced for the first bite. Instead you heard the opening of the safety cage and Owen yelling commands telling the girls to stand down. You sat up clutching your probably broken rib as Owen came to stand in front of you.

“Blue, stand down! Hey! Delta I see you.” Owen said as Blue kept creeping forward as you backed towards the safety cage.

“Barry come grab her. I said stand down Blue!”

Barry wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you on to your feet as you scrambled to get into the cage.

“Close the gate.”

“No!” Barry and you said simultaneously.

“You guys have to trust me on this. Close the gate.”

Looking towards Barry, he shook his head as he regretfully hit the button to shut the gate.

Forgetting to breathe you watched as Owen backed up and skillfully threw himself under the gate as the girls ran after him, sticking their muzzle into the slots between the bars.

Standing up and dusting off his pants, Owen looked up at you.

"Y/N, are you okay?”

He said putting his fingers under your chin moving your head around so he could see if you had any scratches or marks on your face

“I think I broke a rib or two but other than that I think I am okay,” You said pulling him into a hug. “But thank you. For saving my life.”

Finishing off your sentence you smiled at the way he slightly nuzzled into the crook of your neck. But not wanting to get too comfortable you pulled away, trailing your hand down his arm.

“Well, I’ll take you to the doctors and you can come back to my place and I’ll keep an eye on you-”

Owen said, possibly embarrassed at the last part. “Unless you aren’t comfortable with that?”

Nodding at him with a slight smirk you said “Sure, I’d like that.” Gesturing for him to lead you to his motorcycle.

Once the doctor had finally finished the x-rays and gotten them printed out, she informed you that you hadn’t broken any ribs, but you were going to need someone to keep an eye on you for a week or so.

Pulling up to Owen’s bungalow, you couldn’t help but gape at the view he had. Feeling the bike shift, you snapped you head to look at Owen who was holding a hand out to you. Taking it you blushed slightly at tingling sensation you got from the contact, but grimacing slightly at shooting pain you got from your abdomen.

“You okay Y/N?”
“Just shaken up a bit. And my back is sore. But other than that I’m swell.”
“Alright, lets get you inside.”

“Mi casa es su casa.” Owen said holding the door open for you, stepping into the bungalow you noticed that it was fairly clean; for a guy. Planting your butt on his couch, you thought about how close you were to death. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shifted your weight sending pain shooting up your back which made you wince.

“Woah, be careful, Y/N. Don’t need you injuring yourself any further.” He said helping you move on to your back. Patting the space behind your head Owen sat down and moved the hair out of your face.

“You know, I’m so grateful I had you there to be my knight in shining armour.” You said giggling slightly.
“I think it’ll be awhile before I go back to the raptors.”

You didn’t even need to think about the girls before you got goosebumps.

“I’m glad you think that,” He said smirking at you. ”Do you want anything to drink or eat?”
“No thanks. I just need something to take my mind off the pain and stuff.”
“I might have something in mind.”

When you said you needed something to take your mind off of the pain, it wasn’t in a sexual way. Sitting up to face him, you were about to say that but he had already pulled you on to his lap.

There was no denying that you thought Owen was attractive, you just thought that this would never happen. Especially like this. Looking into his eyes for like what felt like forever you couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss him. Letting yourself get carried away, you ran your arms up his and laced them in his hair, grabbing on to it as he lightly bite you bottom lip. Owen placed his hands on your waist, being careful to not hurt you. Smiling slightly into the kiss you pulled away desperate for air.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Owen I’m fine.”

Locking lips once again he ran his hands over your butt giving it a slight squeeze, causing you to moan into the kiss. Taking the chance Owen slipped his tongue into your mouth. Owen, who was most definitely anxious to get his clothes off with any girl surprisingly took his time in moving both of you to the bedroom.

He gently laid you on the bed you couldn’t help but stare at his toned body as he pulled off his shirt. Just the thought of him naked was enough to make you ignore the pain in your back and nearly tear your shirt off, aching for Owen’s touch. Pulling him down into a fierce kiss you moved your hands down towards his belt buckle fumbling to get it undone. Finally getting it undone, you ripped it off as Owen pulled your hands away from him and placing them by your side.

“If you feel any pain or are hurting you have to tell me, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Nodding, you pulled him back down to you. He peppered kisses down your neck and in between your breasts, stopping to lift you up to unhook your bra in one swift motion. Owen began attacking your neck, running his tongue over spots on your neck he had viciously been sucking on. Your breathing was erratic and you couldn’t handle the fact that you and Owen still had barriers, blocking your skin-to-skin contact.

“Up.” Owen said letting you lift your hips so you could discard of your shorts.

Pushing him off of you on to the bed next to you; you straddled him, leaning down to suck on his tan skin, starting at his neck and making your way down to his highly toned abs. Slowly backing off his hips, you looked up at him and flirtatiously bit your lip as you toyed with the hem of boxers after you hastily removed his pants. Hearing him groan as he threw his head back only made your heat pool even more in your panties. You slipped off his boxers to reveal his wonderfully sized dick, erect with a bit of precum coating the head. You couldn’t stop yourself from putting up your hair and starting strong. You licked up and down his shaft before licking the head and taking in his entirety.

“Holy fuck, Y/n.” He said, a hint of shock laced in his voice.

Bobbing your head up and down, you looked ahead to take in Owen’s expression. Seeing Owen like that provided a whole new perspective for you, his eyes were screwed shut, and his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Occasionally in between moans he would try to complete sentences which mainly consisted of your name and “fuck, shit”, etc. His voice filled the room when you continued at a faster pace. Pushing yourself to the limit deep throating him every time you moved down, you could feel him throbbing in your mouth. Taking him out of your mouth you wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him at various speeds to finish him off.

“Just like that, baby.” Owen managed to get out while watching you lick up all of his cum.

Once you finished swallowing you moved over him and kissed him lightly. Owen pulled you close and flipped you so you were on your back. As he hovered over you a smirk played upon his lips before planting soft kisses over your breasts, taking some time to suck on the skin around your nipple, then sucking on it; appreciative of the head he just received.

Moving on from your breasts, he gingerly kissed down your stomach and stopped at your hip bones before kissing on the inside of your thighs. Taking his first lick your breath hitched in your throat surprised by the sudden pleasant sensation.  

Lick after lick, you began to squirm as he sucked on your clit earning a moan from you. You were extremely sensitive when it came to being eaten out and with every touch you swore you could feel Owen gazing at your small frame squirm after the slightest touch at your clit.

“Fuck! Owen! Fuck, yes!” You half moan, half yelled.

He kept his head buried between your legs as your euphoria took complete control of your body while you fought to keep your moans in.

“Fuck-” Similar to Owen you could barely make out sentences. “I’m- Oh fuck! I’m going to cum, Owen!”

Feeling him smile against your heat you nearly fell apart as he slipped a finger in, and then another, moving them slowly as he discovered (quite quickly you would say) where your g-spot was.

“Are you this wet for me,Y/n?”
“Yes-Oh, fuck! Owen, oh!” You said, as he picked up the pace hitting your g-spot each time, making you arch your back.

A tense feeling in your lower stomach began building up and soon after you felt your juices leak over Owen’s fingers. You took a few deep breaths before finding the courage to look at Owen as he licked his fingers clean of your cum. Seeing that made you feel like you could cum all over again. Both of you sat up to face each other breathing heavily before leaning in once again.

“Are you sure you’re okay, you haven’t said anything the whole time. Except when you said I was going to make you cum.”
“Yes, I’m fine. But just take it slow at first please.”

You kissed Owen once more before latching your lips on to his neck, leaving a few marks that were already forming bruises.
Owen grabbed you by the waist and laid you down as he slid inside of you, letting you adjust to his size.

Even though his thrusts were slow and causious, he continued to make you feel amazing. With every stroke he hit your g-spot and with that you could feel yourself coming undone as he complimented that with the way he massaged your breasts and left you hickeys wherever he wanted them.

“Owen, faster. Oh! fuck me harder please!”

You could feel him hesitate above you but you gave him a reassuring kiss. You were thankful that Owen didn’t go too much faster, but fast enough to make your vision cloudy with each thrust.

“Shit, Y/N! Fuck! You’re so beautiful.” Owen said in short and choppy breathes.

Wanting more you moved your hips up to meet his. Racking your nails down his back as his hips met yours at a faster pace. Looking up at Owen you embraced the sight of his body, sweat glistened on his arms and face. Your face also had a coat of sweat but nobody looks nearly as good as Owen did in that moment.

“Owen, just- Oh! just fuck me, please!”

Eventually you heard Owen mutter something along the lines of “screw it”, and the outcomes of that were oustanding.

At first it cause your back some pain but it faded into a new kind of euphoria. He thrusted at a rate that made your eyes roll to the back of your head and made you ball your fists in the sheets so much your knuckles looked like snow. Owen and you were really going at and after awhile you could feel your legs go numb. Curse words and moans were the only things that left both of your mouths until you moaned to Owen once again that you were going to cum.

“Fuck! Owen- Oh god!” You yelled as you pushed yourself up to meet his thrusts.

Feeling the familiar release of tension in your stomach and the dripping of your juices between your legs, you closed your eyes and slowed your breathing. Owen placed a kiss on your forehead as he collapsed on the bed.

“That was really fucking good.” Owen said before pulling you into him and wrapped an arm around you.

“I could say the same Mr.Grady. But I never pegged you as a cuddler.” Snickers came from the both of you as you quickly passed out in Owen’s arms.

Sprites (pt.1)

Originally posted by chrisshemsworth

Request: Could I perhaps request a Dad!Thor x reader? The reader is raised by her mother her whole life and never really knows anything about her father until she actually finds out her ability to control the sea as like a new Poseidon. Just like a journey of joining the avengers and finding her father. Sorry if it’s really specific. You can change it in anyway you may need. Sorry again

Pairing: Dad!Thor x reader

Word Count: 1,543

Genre: fluff

Notes: Sprites; Shapes and flashes of light that can be seen in the evening or night sky. They are typically blue or red and are the result of electrical discharges in the atmosphere.

10 years later, all avengers are there, she still hasn’t met Thor bc whenever war breaks out they make her leave per her mother’s requests.

“Her powers are growing.” Heimdall affirmed.

Thor let out a huff. 15 now. It had been 15 years since he last saw his daughter in the flesh. Thor always found a way to watch you at least once a month, seeing your growth; it had been quite some time since his last visit although, and oh how you have flourished. You were growing into your godly body quite well, your once gangly limbs now seemed etherealy graceful, you towered over everyone you met (Thor proudly proclaimed you acquired that from him.) and your eyes bore the true mark of royalty. They were the same hue Frigga bore, the sign of royal lineage to be exact. No matter how much he tried, his pride or you bore through him whenever he saw you like sun on a cloudy day.

“I think it’s time she learned of her descent.” Heimdall announced

“Oh yeah? Why so?” Thor asked curiously.

“She is already mastering her skills, she has the makings of a true minor god with the right mentorship. It’s just simply time, bring her to her home, teach her her duties, her heritage. Show her the ways of a god.” Heimdall responded.

Thor mulled it over as he watched you, thinking carefully. That wasn’t his strong suit but the situation called for it.

“I will view her for myself then decide. Heimdall, prepare for my decent.”

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“Where Have You Been?!” - Requested Oneshot

“Where Have You Been?!” - Requested Oneshot 

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Jerome Valeska x Reader

Word Count: 1,500-ish

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, Talk of Violence, kind of NSFW at the end(?)

Originally posted by dont-forget-theromance


Author’s Note: This is my first Jerome x Reader piece! Exciting and nerve-wracking! I wrote it kind of late at night, so I apologize for problems

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- DreaSaurusREX

Ever since Barbara Kean introduced you to Jerome Valeska while you were in Arkham, he fell head over heels for you and you couldn’t help your desire to be with him. You two were soon known as a couple and known not to be dealt with. Which is why you were included in their escape from Arkham thanks to Theo Galavant.

That was a month or so ago. Now you lived with the rest of the Maniax and Theo Galavant. He knew how close you are Jerome were, so he gave you two a bigger room so the two of you could have some shared space. Being in such living conditions, you knew almost everything that went on. You knew everyone’s plans and ideas. That is, until Jerome disappeared.

Jerome hadn’t acted out of the ordinary or said anything that raised any more red flags than usual the night before. So you didn’t understand why you woke up to an empty bed and no Jerome in sight. You got up and checked everywhere you could think of, and he was nowhere  to be found.

You asked everyone if they knew where he went, but no one had an answer. Then you decided to go to the big man himself. Knocking on his office door, you waited until Theo called for you to come in.

You were probably the most polite out of everyone. You weren’t as insane as the rest of the Maniax. Respect, common sense, and knowing where you fit on the food chain were major life lessons you had learned growing up. So you knew not to push any of Theo’s buttons, no matter what.He saw your respect and gave you the same in return. He was much nicer to you and ended up being more lenient with you, making sure you were okay.

You walked into his office and saw him sitting at his desk, going over some papers while Tabitha sat in a big comfy chair cleaning a gun. You waited sort of by the door for him to acknowledge you and allow you closer.

“Ah, (Y/N). I figured I would be hearing from you at some point today. Come in, take a seat. How are you?” You walked over to one of the chairs that was sort of in front of his desk and couldn’t help but keep playing with your fingers.

“I’m actually not that great. I woke up and Jerome was gone. No one knows where he is or when he will be back. I have been wracking my brain trying to think of possibilities, but then I thought I would ask you.” You honestly were scared. You didn’t like not knowing.

Theo stood up and walked around to the other side of his desk. He sighed and looked at you before speaking.

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fandom: monsta x
member/reader: wonho, female
genre/warning(s): smut, sub!wonho, forced silence, 
length: 2K+
summary: [request] in which wonho thinks you’ve neglected him during finals week
a/n: reupload bc i accidentally deleted in my cleaning spree of utter doom

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Calloused Hands & Warm Hearts

based on @honeycombhenry BEAUTIFUL artwork. 

It’s a warm day in mid-September when Geno meets Sid for the first time.

Geno trips over nothing at the sight of him and slaps his hand against the side of the fruit stand to steady himself and fumbles the basket of apples he’s carrying.

It tips over when it hits the ground and honeycrisps go rolling everywhere.

Geno swears under his breath and bends down to pick them up as he curses his luck.

He’s usually better than this. He climbs up and down ladders picking apples all day and has never missed a step.

One brief look at a handsome man has him stumbling all over himself.

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Kwon Jiyong x Reader
Fluffy, funny, smutty.

A/N - This is my first time posting a story anywhere in a long time. The beginning is drawn out because…that’s how I write. Hopefully it doesn’t put anyone off too much and maybe someone will enjoy it! 

Three weeks, four days, ten hours, twenty-eight minutes. That’s how long it had been since I’d seen my Jiyong. There was one day and three hours until I got to see him again. That was why I had to scurry around on my day off work to clean our apartment. Jiyong was a bit of a neat freak, everything has a place and everything in its place, as they say.

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“Creeper Shot” - Oneshot

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Victor Zsasz x Reader

Word Count: 1500

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, fluff

Summary: You’ve been training with Victor for awhile. You both are relaxing at the end of the day when you find some pictures on his phone.

Author’s Note: I am always down for some Victor Zsasz! I really like this piece and I hope you do too, anon!

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- DreaSaurusREX

Tags: @luciebell-writes @welcome-to-cobblepothell @aya-fay @gothams-umbrella

Being the girlfriend of the infamous Victor Zsasz was a red flag to some people, but a challenge to others. Because of this, Victor thought it was important for you to know how to protect yourself. You had started training with him and his Zsaszettes a couple of months ago and have improved exponentially.

Today was general work out/gun training where it was just you and Victor. Today was really more of a test for you to see how much you had retained and to see if you could handle having a gun on your person safely. He had you shoot at those stereotypical target practice papers that have an outline of a human on them. You used various types of guns and felt like you did pretty well using each of them.

He was watching from a few feet away. You couldn’t hear him insanely well. So you had no idea that he had actually taken a quick break from watching you shoot to take some candid pictures of you. He couldn’t help himself. Right now, you were so attractive to him. You were always beautiful to him, but seeing you with a gun and not missing the target once made him fall in love with you even more.

This wasn’t the first (or last) time Victor had sneakily taken pictures of you. He loved the candid shots more than posed pictures. They showed you how you truly are, and that was incredible to him.

Victor quickly put his phone away right before you turned to face him. You took your ear muffs off and looked at him expectantly. He quickly realized that you wanted to know his thoughts.

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I Hope He Likes Surprises PT2

Requested by: some very sweet anons and @itsfaithmurphy @latteshawn @lovethatmendeskid 

AN: Thank you to those who requested! Part 3?! 

Part 1

Originally posted by maynardmendes

Shawn’s POV

I hated knowing I hurt Y/N. I could picture her in her dorm room, crying into Zoe’s shoulder all because of me. I know distancing myself isn’t the answer, but I’m scared. Someone can only go so long holding themselves together with tattered ropes and cheap tape.

My heart was breaking, but telling her the truth would only make it worse. Going to Portland would give me the time I needed to figure out how to deal with this.

“Are you ready?” Andrew holds the handle in his grip, ready to step out. I nod and he opens the door of the black SUV. Screams from fans crowd my ears, and I tattoo a smile across my mouth.

We’re ushered in, quickly. My flight leaves in twenty minutes and I don’t have enough time to greet all the fans. It was unlike me, but this entire situation was unmarked territory. Avoiding my girlfriend, going to her favorite city alone and trying to further erase the memories from Europe. The mistakes I made. I wish I could flick a switch and take it all back.

The rain on the window used to cause butterflies in my stomach. Every time they reminded me of her. The early mornings, looking out at the fresh dew. The aroma of coffee and flannel blankets. Blueberry pancakes always filling her plate. Careful not to drip any syrup onto the hotels duvet.

Y/N would curse under her breath if I made a mess, swearing she was tired of cleaning up after me. I never listened. All I could see was the way my t shirt drew up on her hips and the small scripture tattooed across her creamy skin. She swatted my hand away whenever I tried to pull her closer, interrupting the incessant unpacking. She’d laugh as I picked her up, pressing kisses along her hair line.

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