#⁺✧⠀⠀`⠀ic⠀﹕⠀❪ and yet、you kept going. ❫

[juliettejwnewinesa]

please make something with toxic seongje and gf reader 🙏🏻

Toxic Fluff // Seongjae x Reader

Seongjae’s apartment was a mess of scattered clothes, empty energy drink cans, and the faint smell of cigarettes lingering in the air. It was the kind of chaos that felt like him — unpredictable, a little dangerous, but somehow familiar enough that Y/N had learned to navigate it without losing herself.

She stood by the door, arms crossed, watching him slump on the worn-out couch, eyes fixed on his phone screen but clearly not seeing it.

“You’re late,” she said, voice calm but edged with disappointment.

He didn’t look up. “Work ran long.”

“Again,” she pressed. “You promised you’d call this time.”

Seongjae finally met her gaze, dark eyes tired but sharp. “I don’t owe you explanations.”

The words hit like a slap, and Y/N’s jaw clenched. She hated how easily he shut her out, how he could turn cold like a switch flicked on and off. Yet, she hated even more how she kept coming back for more, hoping maybe this time he’d let her in.

“You don’t have to like it, but I’m here. I’m trying.”

He scoffed, but the usual fire in his eyes dimmed for a second. “Trying isn’t enough.”

“Then what is?”

Seongjae leaned forward, burying his face in his hands. “I don’t know.”

Y/N moved closer, hesitating only a moment before sitting next to him. The space between them was charged, like static before a storm.

“I hate this,” she whispered.

“So do I,” he admitted.

They sat in silence, a fragile truce hanging between them until Seongjae’s hand found hers. His fingers wrapped around hers, tight but hesitant.

“Don’t leave,” he said softly.

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat. “I don’t want to.”

But the words felt brittle, like a promise made on cracking ice.

Days passed like that — a cycle of heated fights and tender apologies, cold silences and sudden touches. Sometimes, Seongjae’s anger flared over small things: a missed message, a forgotten plan, a joke taken wrong. Other times, Y/N’s frustration boiled over, her voice rising as she demanded the honesty and care she craved.

And always, after the storm, they found each other again, bruised, exhausted, but somehow unwilling to let go.

One night, after a particularly rough argument that left both of them shouting into the dark, Seongjae stormed out. Y/N waited, heart pounding, unsure if he’d come back.

Hours later, the door creaked open. He stepped inside, clothes rumpled, eyes heavy with regret.

Without a word, he crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. Y/N let herself melt into the heat of him, tears slipping down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured against her hair.

“For what?”

“For everything. For being so damn stubborn. For pushing you away.”

She shook her head, voice thick. “I’m not perfect either.”

He pulled back slightly, searching her face. “We’re a mess.”

“A toxic mess,” she said with a shaky laugh.

“But ours.”

Seongjae kissed her then — slow, desperate, as if trying to memorize every inch of her before the chaos swallowed them again.

In the quiet aftermath, wrapped in each other’s arms, they found something rare: a fragile peace, a whispered hope that maybe, despite the toxicity, despite the pain, love could still grow — flawed, imperfect, but real.

Because sometimes, love wasn’t about being perfect. It was about holding on even when everything told you to let go.

And Y/N was willing to hold on. For Seongjae. For the messy, beautiful, broken thing they had.

[jaiwritez]

Phantom Pickpocket Part 2

You would think with all the cameras around that it would be easier for him to find ‘Bat Bait’ or BB as him and his eldest siblings have been calling him. After the kid turned invisible and ran off with the tires. He thought he was going to be able to be just track down the tires back to the kid’s little hideout but it seems the little ankle biter had critical thinking skills.

He tracked down the tires only for them to be on the roof top of an abandoned building. He checked the building from basement to attic for any signs of a kid or kids staying there. There was no signs of life. Its like the kid vanished without a trace……literally and figuratively.

Jason sighed as he kept checking his phone for oracle updates. He was sitting in a local coffee shop. Owned by an old Italian lesbian couple. They always made the best iced coffee after all nighters. Always throwing him and the local kids cookies on the house. Plus he always felt calmer in here.

There weren’t many people here today as it was raining outside. However that was fine by him as he was currently trying to unwind with a new book to get his mind and the pit off the kid. However given he’s been sitting there for 30 mins and hasn’t gotten past the second page, it wasn’t working. The pit was telling him something but he couldn’t decipher.

“Hun what’s wrong? I left yah a coffee cake on the table and you haven’t even noticed it.” Elena said walking over, throwing her towel over her shoulder. She was wearing a lightly opened white button up tucked into blue jeans. Her black curly hair was held up in her red bandana that matched her lipstick.

“Im telling yah. It’s that red head boy. If he dumped yah. I know a guy. We can have him sleepin in tha hahbar by mornin.” Her wife Cecilia called from the kitchen before coming out. She had her long brown hair tyed in a messy bun, wearing jeans, a black tank top and a white apron. Her hands and wrist were covered in flour.

He laughed at that. He was surprised that they even remembered Roy. He had only brought him by once. “No, it’s not about Roy. Who even said me and Roy were dating?” He said raising an eyebrow at the two women, who looked at each other then looked back to him.

“Honey you barely took your eyes off him.” Elena said sweetly.

“You were staring at his ass when he went to the bathroom.” Cecilia said bluntly causing her wife to laugh. “Listen kid I get it, he’s built well but let’s not lie.”

He could barely contain his blush at being caught out like that but smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Me and Roy aren’t dating…. YET, but, I’m working on it.” He replied.

“I’m sure yah are. So if it’s not him. What’s eating yah.” Cecilia said walking over and bumping her wife in the rib at her joke. Elena smiled and rolled her eyes but looked back to him with the same questioning look. He felt the feeling of the pit pulling at him again. He sighed.

“Honestly. I’m worried about this kid. He stole the wheels off my bike and ran off. I’m just worried about him getting caught up in the wrong crowd. It also brought up old memories.” He replied.

“Ah. A fellow thief. Serves you right. I remember when you used to steal our metal spoons.” Elena said with no real bite. She looked up as if she was remembering the day with a smile.

“That was only one time.” He tried to defend himself.

“Three times and the last time you took fork. However I do remember you sneaking in and leaving a large wad of cash. After you got adopted.” Cecilia said crossing her arms and leaning on the counter. All he could do is chuckle.

“What does the kid look like? Maybe we can give you a clue or keep an eye out for him.” Elena said taking out a notepad from her pocket.

“Well. He’s not too tall. Very skinny for his age by the looks of it. He has jet black hair and almost unnatural icey shade of blue eyes. He was wearing a black hoodie but it looked like he had a scar on-“

“Hey I finished washing the dishes. Do you have anything else for me to do?”

THE KID?!!?

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3 (pending)

[noctiva]

Who would regret breaking up, would they want to get the relationship back? I need some male suffering and HUMILIATION! Especially from CODY!!!! <3

Toby: IMMEDIATELY regrets it. like the moment all that anger cools into grief he is a goddamn fucking wreck. tries to convince himself it was for the best but doesn’t believe that at all. might go out looking for some random girl to hook up with in attempts to get over you, only for him to close his eyes and imagine it’s you the entire time. like. it’s rough.

He cycles between anger and sadness on a constant loop. Cries himself dry. Trashes his room in an attempt to get all of these horrible feelings out, and it doesn’t work.

he is either a) stalking you and trying to win you back over like i detailed in a prior post, or b) straight up showing up at your doorstep begging for you to take him back. he’s pathetic.

-

Jack: Regrets it after a week or two. He thought he’d get used to it - he’d been icing you out for the last few months of your relationship anyway, so what’s the difference in just not having you there at all? Turns out, it’s a big one. His body aches for you. Any flesh he sinks his teeth into tastes rotten compared to how sweet he knows your blood is.

Your absence weighs on him heavy. Like he had accidentally given you a piece of himself when he sent you away. Despite this, he’s not seeking you back out. He did what he did for a reason - and he’ll suffer if it means you don’t have to.

He truly, wholeheartedly believes that you are better off without him. And though sometimes he debates being selfish and crawling back to you, he can never bring himself to actually do it.

-

Brian: Sort of kind of regrets it? But more so missing the familiarity than the actual… relationship itself. He had just grown used to having someone to come home to, some to talk to, someone who was always happy to see him. He thought he could go back to being alone since he’d done it before, but for some reason this one sticks.

He stays up late watching back old tapes he took of you over and over again, trying to work up the courage to delete them. He never does.

There’s a 50/50 chance on whether or not he asks for you back. If he does, it’s him calling you from a pay phone late at night, not even giving an introduction because he knows you know his voice. To the point, just like how he had been when he broke up with you. ‘darlin’, i fucked up.’

-

Tim: Misses you the moment he steps out of the door, but doesn’t regret it. Even if it hurts, he knows it would’ve just ended up being more painful if he stuck around. The two of you weren’t made to last, despite how much both of you wanted that to be wrong. He was just the only one with the courage to actually end things before they got messy.

He doesn’t forget about you, not ever. Doesn’t find a new partner - partially because everyone else just falls short in comparison to you, and partially because he knows that any other romantic endeavour would just end up the exact same way.

He prays that you’ve moved on. Checks up on you sometimes in hopes that you have. Maybe one day he’ll watch you from the other side of the street, happily walking along with a new boyfriend. It’s equal parts soothing as it is gut wrenching.

-

Cody: Tells himself that he doesn’t regret it, but he most definitely does. You were the only one who really, truly got him. The only one who was patient enough to break down his walls. The only one who didn’t scoff, didn’t berate him for the way he acted - you encouraged him. Loved him. He doesn’t realize how much he really needed that until it’s gone.

Finds himself forgetting you’re not there. Turns to the spot you’d always sit next to him at his lab bench, a half-formed question on his lips that dies the moment his eyes fall on the empty space.

But, despite all that, he doesn’t ask for you back. This was his choice. He could’ve kept you, and yet he chose to let you go. It’s a fact he’ll force himself to live with.

-

Habit: Doesn’t regret it. Well, maybe a tiny bit deep down. But not because he misses you, or feels remorse for his actions. It’s just because you had just been such a treat while it lasted.

You just took everything he gave you. We’re so blinded by your love that you were so easy to just push and push. To take you to your brink and then push past it. It was a treat every time, watching how much you could take before you broke.

Of course he picks up new victims, fresh meat - but they’re just not as fun. He finds himself getting irritated when they can’t take as much as you could.

[purinfelix]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 i give a second chance to cupid - sim jake

summary: after months of teasing from your friends about your 'awful' love life you finally agree to a blind date they set up - but when it turns out to be a total disaster, you might need the help of the cute barista who's been watching you this whole time ─────── barista jake x reader || awkward fluff, romcom vibes, jake is a dork but also really sweet (what's new) || w/c: 2.3k

a/n: OKAY i actually really like this one so i hope it doesn't flop like my recent ones have been doing ... 💔 i think this cheesy awkward romcom meetcut just matches jake soo well out of all the enha boys - hope u guys like it!!!

Desperate. Hopeless. A lost cause.

Those were the kinds of words your friends liked to use to describe your love life - but honestly, you preferred to call it “waiting for the right one.” 

Admittedly, there was a little bit of truth behind their harsh words; you hadn’t been on a date in over a year, which, for a university student surrounded by lovey-dovey couples on a daily basis, probably shouldn’t have been the case. For a while, you’d used your high standards as an excuse, combined with the fact that between part-time jobs, society events and your studies, you barely had the energy to waste on men who weren’t worth your time. 

But your friends were tired of you constantly refusing their attempts to drag you out to parties or introduce you to some of their friends, and at last, they decided to take matters fully into their own hands. 

So that’s how you had ended up here - in a booth at a local cafe, waiting for the blind date your friend had arranged for you to show up. Your chest thrummed with nerves as you impatiently checked your hair in your compact mirror for what felt like the hundredth time. At this point, he was almost twenty minutes late, and your patience was beginning to wear thin - noting his amazing first impression as your stomach grumbled in agreement. You could only hope he was good-looking enough to make up for it. 

Quietly, you tried to shake away this pessimism - part of you really did want to take this date seriously, to at least enjoy yourself on it. At first, you had been hesitant at the idea of being set up with a total stranger, but the more you thought about it, the more you found yourself realising that maybe it wasn’t just your high standards or a lack of time that was to blame.

The longer you sat there, checking your reflection or rearranging the napkins on the table, the greater this feeling in you grew - a feeling of resigned hollowness. Like a quiet sort of loneliness that had been creeping up on you for the past year, one that you’d been too busy brushing off to fully realise. But now, you felt it, deep and aching and quietly painful, like you were realising just how high up you’d built your walls now that you were the only one within them. You weren’t hopeless like your friends insisted, but you did miss the feeling of being chosen, of being looked at like you were special - and honestly, you weren’t sure if that was any better. 

And maybe you were just being dramatic, just irritated at being woken up here so early and dragged out here by your friend. But it wasn’t her who had told you to wear your special perfume, the one you normally reserved for special occasions. 

Though now you were sort of wishing you hadn’t. 

“So you know what crypto is, right?” 

It felt like your neck was going to break if you kept on nodding mindlessly - but at this point, you weren’t sure you had any other choice. You force a polite smile onto your face and resist the urge to hurl your iced latte at your date as he launches into yet another man-splaining tirade. What a waste of good perfume. 

You sip at your drink, throwing in the occasional “oh wow” or “that’s crazy” as what was supposed to be a cute first date quickly devolved into a lecture you were struggling to stay awake in. Sure, he wasn’t bad looking, and he wasn’t rude or anything - but you’d be totally lying if you said you were enjoying his company at all. If this were any other situation, you would’ve been out the door as soon as he arrived half an hour late, but you really were trying to give this a go, at least, for the sake of your friend and the effort she’d put in for you.

But it wasn’t your fault that he was making this almost impossible. 

“Anyways,” he continued, oblivious to your obvious boredom, “I told my roommate that I wouldn’t date anyone who doesn’t understand finance. I mean, why would I want to be with someone who doesn’t understand the way the world really works?” 

He lets out a self-congratulatory laugh, taking a long sip of his americano, which he had made a point of ordering without any sugar or cream, as if that made him superior somehow. He looks up at you with an expression you’re assuming is an attempt at flirting, causing you to quickly divert your gaze elsewhere. 

Silently, your eyes wander the coffeeshop, at all the other people there who seem to actually be enjoying themselves, desperate for a way out, a sign, an escape, a mild emergency that would force the two of you out of here, never to cross paths again.

That’s when you lock eyes with him, the barista behind the counter who made your drinks earlier, and who you’re pretty sure has been eavesdropping on your conversation this entire time. Strangely enough, your heart flutters in a way you forgot it was able to, as you pause for a bit to watch him. The way his slim fingers move swiftly to work the espresso machine, smooth dark hair falling over one eye. 

His face is already twisted into a sort of wince as he looks at you, presumably at witnessing the horrors you’ve been subject to for the past hour - and you watch as his brow quirks up as if to silently ask, “you good?” 

And you are very much not good. 

Subtly, you jerk your head, shaking it just enough to send out a silent signal for help, alongside a sort of pleading expression on your face that you hope is enough to show off your desperation. And you assume it is, once he nods slightly, because before you register it, he’s walking over to your table.

“Hey, so sorry to interrupt,” he says with a casual politeness as he approaches your booth, turning to you, “but we’ve got a bit of a situation out back with- uh, your car?” 

You blink. “My car?” 

“Yeah, the red one out the back, right? I think they’re threatening to tow it, you should come with me.” 

You don’t even have a car, but you don’t hesitate. 

“Oh my gosh, of course they are,” you sigh dramatically, turning to your date with an exaggerated expression. “I’m so sorry but, I’ve got to go handle this.” 

He furrows his brows, eyes flickering to you, then the barista, somewhat lost but somehow totally buying into your act. “Oh, right of course, that’s cool. We can just uh- reschedule or something?” 

Over my dead body. 

You nod anyway, offering one last polite smile as you slide out of your booth, following the barista behind the counter. He catches your wrist gently, the contact making your heart quicken, as he leads you to what you assume is their supply room, far out of sight of your date. 

Finally, you let out a sigh of relief, relinquishing your freedom. 

“I can’t even begin to thank you enough,” you breathe out, looking down at the floor. The space is small enough that despite both being pressed up to opposite walls, there’s only about a hand's space separating the two of you. 

“Don’t mention it, you really looked like you needed saving.” He lets out a laugh, easy, warm, like he does this every day. 

You drag a hand over your face, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t even know why I agreed to this in the first place.” 

“Dating app?” 

“Worse, blind date.”

“Ouch,” he cringes, and there’s a beat of silence where you can tell he’s hesitating about what to say next. “I mean, in the least creepy way possible, I overheard some of the things he said to you and” he twists his face in a way that shows his disapproval. 

“Yeah,” you laugh under your breath, “it was my friend’s idea, they set it up for me since they’re always insisting my love life is hopeless.” You throw up air quotes around the last word, tone dripping with sarcasm - and you hope it does enough to demonstrate the fact that you also think this is ridiculous. He just nods silently, as if he understands.

“It’s just,” you start before pausing for a bit. You look at the ground, letting out a heavy sigh before continuing. “I mean, maybe they have a point. I haven’t gone on a date in a while, but like, I’ve been busy, and I just don’t have the time to waste on guys like … him.” 

You run your hands through your hair, suddenly aware of how silent he’s gone. Looking back up, you catch his gaze, expecting him to be looking off awkwardly, or with a bored expression - but he’s not. He’s looking right back at you, eyes soft, empathetic, and he nods, silently letting you know that he’s listening, urging you to continue. 

So you do. 

“I mean, a part of me was sort of looking forward to this, weirdly enough. I was sort of excited by the idea of getting to feel that spark, those butterflies, just something! But then, he gets here half an hour late and immediately starts talking about crypto, and it’s like all hope left my body.” 

At that, he finally breaks into a gentle laugh, but there isn’t any pity in it like you might’ve expected.

“God,” you breathe out, looking up at the ceiling as you push yourself back against the shelf behind you. “I can’t believe I’m trauma dumping to a random barista in a supply closet.” 

“Trust me, anything’s better than the midday rush my coworkers are probably dealing with right now,” he chuckles. “Plus, this is a very exclusive supply closet; we don’t just let any customer in here.” 

You let out a weak smile, though you don’t know how to come back from the sudden vulnerability you’ve opened yourself up to. There’s a beat of silence before he starts up again.

“Especially not ones who order Americanos to act like they’re better than everyone,” he adds. 

You laugh at that. “Oh my god, thank you.” 

“Seriously,” he grins, looking a little relieved at the sound of your laugh. “The more bitter the coffee, the bigger the ego - it’s barista science.” 

You roll your eyes at his joke, but you’re smiling too - probably for the first time since you got here.  

“I get it, though, that pressure to feel something. Especially after it’s been a while, the silence can get loud after a bit.” His tone is strangely vulnerable, and you find yourself scanning his face for any sign of mockery, only to get total sincerity in return. It makes your breath catch because what he just said, combined with how he’s looking at you right now, makes you feel so seen. 

“Exactly,” you murmur breathlessly. 

And just like that, you recognise it - that flutter in your heart, the flush in your cheeks, the slightly dizzying feeling in your head. 

Oh god, and it’s happening in a supply closet of all places.

“Well, I should probably get going,” you mumble, awkwardly, “before you know, my car gets towed.” 

“Right,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut as if recalling the excuse he made up, “sorry, it was the first thing that came to mind.” 

“No, honestly, it was the best fake excuse to get out of a bad blind date I’ve ever heard.” 

“Well, I hope you won’t need to hear any more of them,” he says hopefully. 

You laugh, “me too.” However, a tiny part of you is weirdly saddened by the interaction ending so suddenly. 

He turns towards the closet door as if to help you out, but hesitates for a minute. His hand springs back, ducking into the front pocket of his apron, where he pulls out a crumpled receipt and pen. You watch, brows furrowed as he scribbles something quickly onto the back of the receipt before folding it and handing it to you. 

You take it, a little unsure at first, and try not to overthink the way your fingers brush for just a second longer than they needed to.

“I’m glad you didn’t feel anything with him,” he says shyly, eyes avoiding yours. 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “because then I wouldn’t have had an excuse to come save you.”  

Your heart quickens, and you look down at the receipt. His name, his number, and a little smiley face drawn quickly next to it. You can’t hide the almost goofy smile spreading across your face as you tuck it into your pocket. “Thanks, Jake.” 

“Anytime,” he nods curtly, but as he begins to turn, he bites his bottom lip as if questioning whether to say something else. 

“By the way,” he adds, a little sheepish, “I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but that perfume you’re wearing, it’s really nice.” 

You open your mouth to say something, but close it again, a little caught off guard. 

“It smells like the kind of thing someone saves for special occasions,” he continues, eyes fixed on the door handle, as if unable to meet your eye. “I feel bad that you wasted it on him.” 

A slow smile creeps onto your face, the kind that’s hard to fight back. “I don’t think it was wasted,” you say softly, fingers brushing the receipt in your pocket.

This gets him to look up at you again, face beaming and you’re not sure if you’re seeing it right in the dim lighting - but you could’ve sworn there was a faint blush across his cheeks as well. 

And like that, you’re stepping out of the closet, out of that tiny space just big enough for the two of you and back into the real world. Only now your heart feels a little lighter, your cheeks sort of warmer, a strange feeling thrumming in your chest - and even if your blind date turned out to be a total disaster, you couldn’t be happier that it did. 

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[myjjongie]

THREE .ᐟ ── my little tsundere

SYNOPSIS: another casual grueling day at your job lands you to reunite with jake sim—your hallway crush who moved away in high school. not wanting to hope for more from the chance encounter, you end up being paired with jake for a semester-long project. knowing deep down things will never happen, your only goal is to be friends with jake. while on the other hand, you haven't left jake's mind since he moved away.

word count; 611

“hi welcome in!” you chimed hearing the opening of the cafe door.

too busy dealing with something at the register, you didn’t look up to correctly greet the customer. you could faintly hear low mumbling from the customer—sounding as if they didn’t know what to get. finishing up the minor task at hand, you raised your head to truly greet the customer.

yet not the usual “did you need some help” or anything of the sort came out. in truth you were shocked. the person standing at the counter was familiar, like you had seen his face somewhere before.

then it hit you, you know this face. you’ve come to find yourself staring at him in the hallways, across the cafeteria hall, and even in your classroom.

it was jake sim.

but what was he doing here? you haven’t seen or heard of him since your second year of high school. before you could even think, you were already speaking.

“jake?!” your voice came off surprised.

“yeah?” he let out that soft laugh you always adored hearing.

“what are you doing here? haven’t seen you since high school.” you could feel yourself stiffen from awkwardness. unsure of how to go about the convo.

“i just moved back from australia for the new term.”

“oh! so you went to australia! that’s so cool!” as you kept speaking you felt your voice get higher.

jake let out a small laugh, finding your reaction cute as well as amusing. yet too you, you felt like you wanted to die right then and there.

“so what did you wanna get?” letting out a awkward laugh, trembling hands finding its way to the register screen.

“i was trying to see what drink is sweetest. but honestly i might just get my friend whatever, he didn’t specify. you know?”

you awkwardly laughed once more. “no yeah! totally get that! if anything i recommend the strawberry and banana float!” at this point you felt like you were saying whatever. hoping it would end the interaction sooner than later.

“yeah that sounds pretty good. i’ll get that then! and can you add on three iced americanos?” once jake confirmed his order he pulled out his card to pay.

“of course! okay so your total is twenty seventy-five.” retrieving his card to help finish off the payment.

“wait the americanos were four bucks?” jake was surprised by the insane price difference.

“yeah. one of the reasons i like working here. the coffee is so much more affordable.” you let off a quiet laugh turning around to get started on his drinks.

once facing the espresso bar did you truly want to just smack your head against it. through out the whole conversation you felt like one big idiot. did jake even remember you? you never gave him your name, and you sure as hell weren’t going to give it to him now.

you soon finished the four drinks in the span of 3 minutes when it would’ve taken you twice as long, or if not even more. in truth you really wanted jake out of the cafe, feeling far too embarrassed to try and keep up the casual conversation.

“okay here you go!” forcing out a customer service smile.

“wow that was really quick!” jake felt truly impressed by your quick work.

“haha. yeah. well see you around.” you faintly smiled toward jake, hoping he’d let this be it—allowing you to wallow in embarrassment.

“thank you again! i’ll see you around!” jake beamed a smile you oddly seemed to miss.

as jake turned away to leave, you immediately ducked behind the espresso bar. mentally cursing at yourself in the process.

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evie's note: okay some people know. but this shit actually happened to me. like obviously it’s changed A LOT. but a guy i did like in HS pulled up to my job at random. like shout out to him cause we wouldn’t have this smau tbh

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#3 /ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ

iceskater boyfriend!park sunghoon x beginner skater!reader FLUFF

you & sunghoon go on an iceskating date together.

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"Hoon, I am going to die," I blurted out in acceptance as I gripped onto the sides of the ice skating rink. Hair in my face from the moment I stumbled into the ice rink upon entrance, thinking it wasn't that hard. If Sunghoon got in so gracefully, I thought I could go in and do the same, completely forgetting the part where he was a trained skater and I was very much not.

He stupidly laughed beside me, completely calm and upright on the ice, staring at me with a teasing glint in his eyes, hands on his hips as he watched me collect my breaths, clinging onto the flimsy plastic barriers of the rink separating ice from solid ground.

"If you don't leave the corner you won't get any better," He tutts, shaking his head slightly. He glided towards me, and he took my hands off of the barrier, causing me to squeal in a panic. I immediately started to stumble, amateur attempts at trying to balance on the slippery floor.

"I am going to die," I repeated, a whine in my voice as I dumbly slid toward him. Sunghoon's hands held out infront of me, our gloved fingers interlocked, firm yet gentle. The only reason for my acceleration not the slight mastery, but Sunghoon's precise movements pulling me forward, leading us to the center of the rink. I stared at my own feet, watching the blades of my ice skates glide through the ice, leaving behind tiny shavings as I attempted to steady myself, bottom half already slightly aching at the unfamiliar strain ice skating required of my legs.

"You're not gonna," He laughed, his words slightly muffled by the giant blue scarf he insisted on wearing around his neck, covering his mouth. I squinted my eyes at him in deadpan, catching a glimpse of his pink cheeks from the cold. "Because I'm here," He tried reassuring in between amused laughs as I tried to stand similar to the other skaters around us. Effortlessly maneuvering past, light as a feather. Knees slightly bent. Chests forward. "How do they make it look so easy," I groaned, holding onto his hands for dear life as I watched everyone in awe.

"Because it is,"

"Okay professional skater," I rolled my eyes with a pout. He only chuckled.

"Here, let me teach you," He offered with a smile. His eyes crinkling up over his obnoxiously large scarf as he did. He lifted our arms up, showing me how to position my feet. I followed suit, causing him to nod with a pleased hum.

"Bend your knees a bit," He gently guided,

"You're getting good at this already," He mused, squeezing my hand encouragingly. I only laughed, feeling the tension slightly shake off my muscles. "I'm going to let go of you, okay?" He gently spoke, breathing out heavily as his fingers slowly slipped out of mine, Sunghoon moving back cautiously,

"Oh I am so going to die," I started to nervously laugh, feeling the warmth of his fingertips leave my sweaty palms. My body immediately tensed up again, no longer having any support to keep me upright. I remained still, knees still bent like he said.

"Just keep your knees bent. Shoulders relaxed, arms out," He reminded, pulling down his scarf to speak to me better as he stood about 3 feet away. An encouraging look on his face. "Now stay like that and try to take small marches toward me. Like this," He demonstrated, taking short steps, feet barely lifting off the ground. His knees and arms like mine to properly display the right form up to par with my beginner level.

I took a deep breath, staring directly ahead of me as I kept my arms up as if I had it flat against a table right infront of me. Knees still bent like he taught. Slowly, I lifted my foot off the ground then back down again in a small fearful stomp. Doing the same on the other, and alternately. Before I knew it, I started moving forward in a collected pace, a drastic contrast from my erratic attempts earlier.

Sunghoon smiled softly, his portruding fang-like teeth sticking out cutely, applauding kindly as I approached him. He held his hands out, awaiting for mine to finally intertwine back with his. I chuckled, lips pursed as I focused on staying upright.

Eventually, I reached him with an excited squeal. My hands back in their rightful place clamped against his. Joy coursed through my body, providing a comforting warmth despite the chill found in the December air.

"I did it," I laughed, relieved and proud. He nodded, looking down at me with adoration as he wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me in for a hug.

"Ready for Lesson 2, baby?"

[darkbluekies]

Edit: ill tell you tomorrow so that I dont ruin it for someone that wants to guess

bold will be the yandere.

YANDERE 1:

"You're late."

"I apologize. I did not mean to stay so late. I didn't want to, but it's impolite to leave in the middle of it. My head started pounding by the third speaker. I mean, honestly, why do we need meetings? Everyone is doing their own thing anyways. But I'm sorry I kept you waiting. I did, however, stopped by the store on the way home and I got you some ice cream and lemonade."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I thought we could put on some movie or something and bundle up on the couch. Just let me go take a shower first, I feel like if I touch something I'll dirty it down ... so don't touch me yet. I'll be back soon. Wait for me."

"What kind of ice cream did you buy? And what lemonade?"

"Eager, are we? I got you vanilla ice cream and normal lemon lemonade. That's why it's called lemon-ade. Because it's lemon and it's ade."

"I knew that, but there are pink lemonade and such that aren't just lemon."

"They're not as good."

"Why couldn't you have bought something more fun than vanilla?"

"What's wrong with vanilla? You're awfully sulky tonight. Are you feeling alright? Did you miss me so badly that you're coming up with arguments to keep me from going to the shower? Sorry, darling, but I don't entertain that."

YANDERE 2

"You're late."

"I'm sorry! I promise I did try to hurry, but they never stop talking! You haven't met them, but they're like pattering-machines. Always talking about this and that. My cheeks hurts from all the smiling ... it wasn't a good kind of smiling. Not like when I'm with you."

"But did you enjoy yourself?"

"I did! Kind of. They're nice but ... I was thinking about you all the time. Maybe that's why I was smiling. In that case, it was the good kind of smiling. Oh, and I actually got something for you too! I thought that it would be a waste to get you coffee because it'd either get cold or the ice would melt, so I got you this! It's a very good pastry."

"I can already tell what flavor it is."

"Am I that predictable?"

"You are, but it's nothing wrong with that."

"Oh ... okay! If you say so. Anyways, try it now! I want to see what you think! Oh, and maybe we can watch a movie or something?"

"You fall asleep before the first character is introduced every time and then I have to explain the entire plot to you when you wake up."

"So? I'd rather have you tell me the film than watch it. You're such a good storyteller, I love to hear you speak! Much more than the so-called friends I was with today. I'll just take a shower, change into my pyjamas and be right with you, okay? I want to hug you as soon as I come back."

[sorormaior]

Especially would go insane to get to see what went through Corax's head when Cary starts bleeding from the eyes and (presumably?) Collapsed. Putting these primarchs in Tupperware and violently shaking them.

Hehe Hoho

He had kept his face blank all throughout the blessings and the journey back to Dark Sister. His countenance could not possibly betray the turmoil inside him. 

The Captain had gone to the Night Lords, gone to the ship to find their dead and had returned as if nothing was amiss. They had lied, repeatedly, to his face. He stepped off of the Shadowhawk and saw that they had opened a vox with him. 

“Do you need me for anything or can I go lie face down somewhere?” Their tone was light, if tired. 

“I’d like to debrief you on the Echo first,” he said, unable to keep the ice from his voice. “Would you mind disarming yourself and then taking yourself very calmly to my office?” 

Corvus didn’t even look at them when he spoke. The Captain didn’t reply, walked past him in a stilted march. 

He in turn also went to his arming chambers, and had his own armour removed. The process gave Corvus a little more time to think. Personal hurt shouldn’t have any bearing on what actions he should take. The facts were thus: Cary Kulikov had been contacted by members of their own (traitorous) Legion, they had not reported this and had in fact allowed themselves to be teleported to the Night Lords’ vessel. They had also abandoned a mission in order to do this. By all counts it was desertion, if not outright betrayal. 

But they had not gone with the Night Lords, a small portion of him argued, they didn’t leave you. The thought pulled something sharp inside his chest. The mission. They didn’t leave the mission. They came back because they knew it was their duty. They had left because they wanted to see their sons. 

When he entered his office they were already there, in a seat in front of the desk he was supposed to be using to sign reports and orders. The Captain was looking out of the window, at the void, at Hagiogra. He couldn’t read their reflection’s expression, and they seemed not to notice he had entered until he sat at his desk. 

When Cary did look at him they did so with a drawn, exhausted face. It was the face of someone who had been running for a long time.

“Are you going to kill me?” They asked. 

“No,” he replied. 

He didn’t know how he felt about that assumption. It was perhaps logical of them to assume that their desertion would lead to an execution, as the Primarch he would have been expected to deliver it. It was logical. It wasn’t personal. It was not about how Cary viewed him. 

They looked out of the window again, black eyes reflecting pinprick lights of distant stars. 

“How did you follow me?” They asked. 

“I intended to make my presence known to you at the chapel by the aqueduct and followed you. As Primarchs, we have certain privileges when it comes to unnoticeable vox channels.”

“You were listening in,” Cary said. 

“Yes,” he said.

It was hard to tell if the notion unsettled them or not. But soon they started talking. 

“I wanted to see them. I wanted to know who was dead, who I had to mourn. Do you wonder? What happened to those you left when you went into the warp? Have you tried to find out yet? Guilliman has, I’ve seen some of his books, some of the records. He has sons he has no idea what happened to, and no way of knowing. Sorry. I don’t mean to be unkind,” they paused and swallowed, though their voice continued at the same strength. “You never went to Nostramo. You were too young. You never saw it. Never lived it. Don’t get me wrong, prison moon sounds bad. Sounds like a real shitter of a situation and you have my sympathy. But people loved you, Corax. People fed you. Clothed you. Taught you. Curze ate rats and dogs in the street, ate his kills because he was programmed too strongly to even think of stealing food.”

They turned to face him, expression hardened. 

“By the time I got to him the damage was done. Fate’s die was cast. I don’t even think he knew how to use a spoon the first time I fed him. Is it any wonder that he resented the sons foisted upon him? He was barely a man and he needed help. Instead we were sent to do the bloody work no one else could do. The bloody work we were admonished for, but I bet I could say his hands were drenched in less blood than yours.”

The statement drew his ire, if only briefly. It was not the number of bodies produced that should have mattered, it was the way they were produced. 

“And you don’t even know the worst part. No one knows, aside from me- Damn his eyes! You don’t even know that when he left Nostramo, when the greedy, silver-sucking bastards realised they had nothing to fear anymore- they poured their criminals, their murderers, their rapists into our ranks. That was the last thing I did as a Night Lord, true and proper. As a Captain of the Kyroptera I went to Nostramo and I saw what they were doing to us. I knew we needed help. I knew anything done internally would end up as butchery. I was going to ask for help. I was going to ask you for help.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but Cary continued. Their expression had turned from solemn acceptance to sharp anger, deep anger. 

“They fed a sick dog bad meat and were surprised when it turned rabid, when it turned upon their clutching hands. Sin upon sin, body upon body. Skraivok’s personal army inside the Legion- a cancer upon all of us. I know what happened to him, Corax. I know that he turned to Fulgrim in fear, seeking some kind of comfort from that which haunted him, and that compassionate Rogal Dorn confronted him. As if it was his fault, what he saw. As if he had any level of control over his visions. You called him a monster, but you- his brothers, you’re the ones who left him in the dark. Who left us to die.”

The resentment was clear, it punctuated every word. Corvus would have liked to have responded calmly, evenly. But Cary’s statements felt more like an attack than an admission of guilt. 

“You think his actions are excusable because he was infirm?” Corvus asked, voice strained. 

“None of our actions are excusable,” Cary retorted. “The Imperium stands on a trillion graves, and for what? For this? For vile zealotry? For the same prejudices we’ve been carrying for ten thousand years?”

They were correct, Throne damn them for it but they were right. The Imperium was just as sick as when he had left it, Roboute was trying, he was trying- even Cary was trying! Yet none of their efforts were enough. Nothing was enough. 

“I am beginning to question your loyalty, Kulikov.” 

“I was loyal, truly loyal, in the beginning. Loyal to your father’s dream, which lies decaying all around us. I am loyal to what your brother sees, his vision of what the Imperium could become. I am loyal to those who call on me as a brother. I am not loyal to terror. I am not loyal to bloody violence. I have no loyalty for chaos, which has warped so many of those whom I love and have loved. I have only disgust for those of my Legion who are currently squabbling over the possessions of a man long dead. I want you to tell me something honestly, Corvus,” they leaned forward as they spoke, desperately searching his face for something. 

The use of his first name took him off guard, it took him a fraction of a second to recover and he nodded. 

“If your sons had been declared Excommunicate Traitoris, could you truly turn your back on them? All of them? If they had called for you, like scared children in the dark?”

His anger rose steadily as he absorbed their words, even if in the back of his mind- Cary didn’t know. His eyes dropped to the desk in front of him and his hands shook. Cary was ignorant of the Raptors.They did not know what they were saying, what it meant to him. 

But he remembered his sons in pain. He remembered them as they lay twisted and broken and mutated and howling. Screaming. 

He looked up at them. Cary was almost bent double, bowed head and clasped hands like a dedicant. 

“I always knew you’d see through me, eventually,” Cary said. “That you’d see what I really was. I am a Night Lord. I will always be a Night Lord. My sins are indelible. Hála az ezüstnek… it’s you, in the end.” 

And then, to his horror, they started to pray.

“Hála az… égnek és az… ezüst ereknek,” they whispered between short, gasping breaths. 

He stood abruptly, cold shame crawling up his spine. He had lost control, the warp-thing that he truly was rising to the surface once more. 

Corvus came around the desk, intending to pull the Captain upright but he caught something- the sound of blood drops hitting the floor, and the iron smell of it. The Captain had pulled their hands away from their face, the fingertips of their gloves coming away dark red. 

He retrieved the medi-kit from the wall, opening it to find the saline solution and pushed Cary’s forehead upwards. Blood seeped from their eyes like tears and pores like sweat. Corvus tipped the bottle over their eyes and face, wiping away the worst of it with his thumbs.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to- I didn’t want to…” 

Cary reached up and patted his forearm with the weariness of someone who had heard it before.

“It’s okay,” they said. “You can’t help it, I know.” 

He clenched his jaw, but turned his face away from them so they wouldn’t see. Corvus could help it. He was a Primarch in charge of his own faculties and he should have been able to control his emotions. 

Corvus looked down, their robe was soaked with saline and blood. He swiftly removed his own.

“You robe is- you can have mine,” he said, awkwardly shoving the garment at them.

Cary vanished in the fabric and struggled with their own robe, he almost reached out to help them. Almost. But that would mean touching them, and Corvus knew he could not do that. 

They retrieved something from the pocket of their sodden robe, a pouch. Ah, yes. The other matter. 

“I’d like to see the datachip,” he said, as carefully as possible. 

They hesitated briefly, expression untrusting. He supposed he deserved that. But they tipped two small items from the pouch into their palm and handed over the datachip. Corvus looked at the other item, a jagged blackened thing, as large as the tip of a baseline finger. 

“Is that a tooth?” He asked, only able to identify it through the shape of the root. 

“Yes,” Cary said. 

He paused.

“Who’s tooth is that?”

Cary looked at him as if he was being purposefully dense. 

“I think you know.” 

He was unable to keep his expression neutral and Cary clicked their tongue at him. 

“In your father’s name, I can’t believe I’m being judged for this. Konrad walked around with a whole damn mortuary stapled to his armour and I’m getting mean-mugged by Corvus Corax for stealing a tooth,” Cary lamented, exaggerating their dismay. 

Their voice caught on the name, he had noticed that. They avoided using that name, the name their father had given the Night Haunter. A discomfort that made him curious. 

Cary dragged on his robes, which swallowed them. He ignored the small, almost smug feeling that curled in his chest that seeing Cary in his robes. Now was not the time for personal matters. There would likely never be a time for personal matters. 

He took the datachip to his desk, finding a dataslate in one of the drawers. Corvus sat in his desk chair and plugged in the chip, watching as strings of Nostraman runes filled the screen. He could have sat there and waited until his mind simply comprehended the language, as it had done to so many spoken languages before. Instead, Corvus spoke.

“I’ve come across an issue,” he said, looking at Cary. 

The Captain frowned at him, confused. 

“I never learned to read Nostraman,” he admitted. 

“Are you shitting me,” Cary replied, fixing him with a flat, disappointed look Corvus suspected they reserved for unruly neophytes. 

“It will take me a few minutes to properly work out and translate,” he admitted, Cary clicked their tongue again derisively. “However I happen to be sitting in front of a literal Nostraman.”

He turned the dataslate towards them, and Cary pulled their chair forward, eyes already scanning the screen. 

“And now you ask me to sell out my own?” They asked, hollowly. 

The question itself was painful, as was the guilt. They believed he was asking them to tell him so that he could use it against the ones who had found them at great personal risk- Cary’s sons. Their tone was that of one ordered to betray their own. 

“I’m asking you to trust me that I won’t,” Corax said, swallowing his duty. “I’m trusting you to tell me what it says.” 

Cary glanced up at him, the action only noticeable for the movement of the muscles around their eyes. Their shoulders lost some of the tension they had been holding. 

“They’re personal vox codes, comms codes for a couple of ships. The Echo’s are on there, along with a couple others. It’s all communication related, basically. I think that there might be the Atramentar’s teleportation frequency. That’s an emergency beacon signal,” they said, pointing to the various long strings of Nostraman runes. 

“They want you to be in touch with them,” he thought, aloud. 

“I don’t think they’re expecting me to spy for them, if that’s what you’re thinking,” they said. 

He hadn’t, another pang of guilt. Cary expected him to have lost all faith in them. 

“I think they just… Want me to call them if I need them,” Cary said, voice tinged with sad affection. 

“They don’t trust the company you’re in now?” He asked, in mock offence. 

Cary laughed a little. It was dry and tired, but genuine at least. 

“I won’t keep you much longer, there’s only one more thing I wanted to ask about,” he continued. 

Cary looked at him, eyebrows raised and expression open. The lone Atramentar, the one Cary had named. 

“Grisha,” he said. 

Cary crumpled forward and for a split second he panicked, a jolt of adrenaline almost making him rise. They leaned on the desk heavily, carded a hand through their short hair. 

“My brother,” they said. “My little brother. I- I didn’t know he had been taken. I thought he died, he was always so sick. I have to believe they didn’t know- Curze and Sevatar. Didn’t know he was taken.” 

Cary’s sorrows went far beyond their Primarch and their Night Lords- they had human ties. There was a whole life he wasn’t privy to, no matter that he had listened to their account. Once again he was confronted with the fact that he didn’t really know Cary as well as he thought he did. 

“Cary, I am so sorry,” he said, gently. 

He meant to stand, to offer them comfort. But they looked up and looked decades older. 

“Can I go?” They asked, quietly. “Today has been a trial.” 

He nodded.

“Yes, Theodanius mentioned something about the sorcerer,” he started, but Cary shook their head, already starting to stand.

“I’m haunted by enough ghosts as it is, and I’d rather not wake them,” the upward tilt at the corners of their mouth suggested that this was supposed to be a dry observation, but their tone made it more of a solemn statement. 

He wondered what he could say, what comfort could he possibly offer them? Corvus had no idea. He had also lost sons, he had also lost brothers, but Cary looked exhausted. Drained. Their eyes had dropped to the floor again, unable to meet his. 

“Go rest,” he said. 

Cary nodded and left without another word or look. Once they had left, he rubbed his face with both hands. Cary’s sons had died, and they had not been permitted to mourn them. That was why they had gone, to find out which child lived and which child had died and which child had become something monstrous. 

They had assumed he would kill them, and he admonished himself for even thinking they would suspect otherwise. Of course Cary thought he would kill them. He was a Primarch and they were an Astartes who had abandoned a mission to treat with traitors. Marines had been executed for less. They had accepted their death so calmly, so easily. It was a far cry from the Captain who had fought so hard their whole damn life to survive. 

Thank the silver it’s you, in the end. A Nostraman oath. In their delirium they had returned to comforting beliefs, that was how far their acceptance stretched. They believed they were going to die in that room, and had prayed for themselves. 

He looked down at the dataslate again, the Nostraman already becoming clear to him. Cary had spoken the truth, communication codes, squad tags. He had not yet alerted his men to the Echo of Damnation, though he knew where it was hiding. 

Corvus remembered them kneeling, the oversized skull in their hands and how they had wept. Cary’s sons had died, and so had their Primarch. They had not been able to mourn either of them. 

He would not give them more names to mourn.

[partyof4game]

My male MC having a more feminine face and getting free food because of his pretty face was fun for me lmao

I have canon for me that he realized this as a child and used it to get free food from the cooks, or from our mother (sister 😭), or anyone who looked long enough at his face. Like, are you going to deny a plate of food or a candy to this poor child with a charming face and eyes?

*MC putting on his biggest abandoned puppy face*

Actually! Can I have a scenario with my MC convincing Aslo with his pretty face, please? 😭

(No insta-love—Aslo is apparently easily convinced by MC, but in this scenario he at least plays hard to get)

I love that headcanon so much, and honestly I'm really glad the story so far has room to make it possible! Sometimes seeing these HCs and general experiences from players helps me see the story in a more macro way rather than micro. In other words, it's really fun and enlightening to read about them! 😂

Scenario below the cut!

What a fun little scenario, too. 😈Aslo is a sucker for a cute face. I think for setup it will be MC trying to convince Aslo to buy him an entire chocolate whipped pie, which is not only expensive, but Aslo knows that MC will share it with the other party members, which he thinks defeats the purpose of calling it a gift to him. Mostly MC wants to see if Aslo will actually do it despite clearly not wanting to.

---

Aslo stares at the chocolate pie, cream whipped into peaks with cherries topping each one, kept chilled on a cut slab of ice. Ten gold is exorbitant for a single pie, and if it had been anyone else asking him to buy it, he'd have told them to get stuffed. But...

He glances down at the man who he knows deep down is his other half, even if the other man doesn't quite realize it yet, is a little scared to admit the electric tension between them.

"Please?" his sweet love asks, his alluring, soft face turning up to look at him, large eyes imploring. By the mountain and sky, it's like staring into the eyes of a newly born cria, and he has to fight the urge to stroke his love's head, run his fingers over his hair and cup his face and... May the wind take him, but how can he resist that?

"Aslo? Can you? If you can't it's alright... I just thought it would be nice to do for everyone..."

He sighs, long and hard, unclenching his shoulders with effort. "Sure, sure," he makes himself say. "Anything for you, sweetling."

"Anything?" his love says, sounding both pleased and surprised before his lovely, lovely eyes turn towards a jar of strawberry preserves on a nearby shelf. "Can I have that, too?"

"Ah, yes, alright..."

And he can see the moment his love's smile goes from innocent to sly, and by the mountain, he knows he's caught in his love's web; so willingly caught. He wouldn't even dream of breaking free.

He bends down, pitching his voice low so he can rumble into his love's ear: "Don't worry about it, sweetling. I know you'll make it up to me someday. I'll be waiting to see what you come up with."

His love even flushes delicately. Amazing. He hopes to see it far more often in the future...

[ray935sworld]

Shadow of the past running past

My baby, my baby chapter 11

Child of divorce AU

Something that he would never admit was that Uccio always had an eye on the kid.

He justified it to himself as knowing and understanding Rossi’s rival. He tried to find a different in Marquez racing when his son was at the track. Maybe he’d race less aggressive if he knew his child was in the box?

He never did.

Still, the Italian gathered the information he got on the boy. As if as along as he understood every aspect of Marquez life, it’d be easier to beat him. Somehow.

But if he was honest with himself, he had to admit that this wasn’t just for the sake of understanding.

Sometimes when he watched the kid, saw some of the rare videos or pictures, or when the boy was running around in the paddock, he saw a glimpse of his old friend.

He watched how he and little Pedro dragged each other around, one always close to the other. One always braver around the other. They were partners in crime.

He knew the feeling those kids shared very well. Tight knit and close. Those two were siblings without blood.

He watched them sneak around, each an ice cream in hand despite it being dinner time, he didn't even want to know they got it. They were clearly trying to get away from Dani who had bought Pedro along for some KTM duties.

As the Spaniard called out for them and they bolted giggling, he recalled being in the same situation.

He saw himself, just a child, scrambling to get up while Vale had already been on his feet yelling to hurry up. Now it was Pedro who had been taken by surprise while David was already sprinting away.

“Hurry up!” David yelled, his voice a little to similar to what the boy who used to run away with him sounded like.

"I'M FUCKING TRYING" "Ey!" Pedro's father had yelled as he started running too. He was yet to lose his physical strength and athletic build, so it was no problem for him to catch up to the two kids.

"I swear you two are the reason for my grey hair. You and your fathers."

The boys giggled, sharing a look that seemed to contain their own secret language.

Uccio knew that feeling too. The feeling of being caught. Together. Knowing there were no real consequences.

So many summer evenings had been spend running around, sneaking out or stealing treats just to disappear in some kind of field while hiding from Uccios parents.

He shook his head, grounding himself in reality, away from those 1980s summers. But while he returned, the kid Vale stayed. The imagine of a 8 year old Valentino Rossi remained in front of his eyes.

But now the Italian’s eyes were brown and his facial features were slightly different and his Italian had a Spanish accent.

They haunted him.

The imagine of part of Vale, torn apart and mixed with… him… kept haunting him.

He could never quite shake the feeling of those similarities despite the differences. He kept noticing them, like a shadow looming in the background of his consciousness, a reminder of what he had done.

But the shadow came in traces of the child that used to go to the same class as him. A child that used to tell him about cool bugs and stones he had found while wandering off. A boy who would proudly tell and show him every scar he had got, treating them like battle wound.

This child was far away from the legend he’d grow up to be and now it felt like said child was back, waiting to claim the world as his own.

With that thought he watched the small version of his friend sit down in one of the furthest seats away from him on a plane. He watched him from the corner of his eyes, his mimic not changing, his head still forward as if he wasn’t seeing the child.

But he did see him.

He saw how he let himself fall down on his seat, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He pulled his legs slightly up, curling up in himself.

The distance memory of all those boring school mornings came flooding back. Vale entering the classroom, his face closed off, the first sign that it had been a rough day.

Uccio would see how he let himself fall down on his seat, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He pulled his legs slightly up, curling up in himself.

David reminisced the young version of Vale – the one no one knew anymore.

The one that had disappeared long ago, the one that was slowly suffocated by the stinging comments, critics, the confusion antics of it all and the jealousy that would claw at him as he climbed the latter with races, wins, podiums and championships.

It was a version not even Luca could recall. He had been too young. But Uccio remembered. He remembered him so well. Sometimes he was the only reason he was still doing all this.

And now a torn apart version of this boy was there. And no matter how much Uccio tried to deny it, he couldn’t get rid of the truth.

The first hour or so was spend in silence. None of them acknowledge or even looked at the other. Both pretended the other wasn’t there.

But eventually, with more time passed, David’s stomach decided to betray him. Quickly he pressed his arms against his middle as if it would silence the growling noise.

Uccio eyed him, watched how he so obviously tried to stare ahead, his cheeks now flushed pink with embarrassment.

“You’re hungry.” It wasn’t a question. They had boarded the plane in the evening. Nobody had probably thought about giving the boy something for dinner.

“No” David muttered. His eyes flickered to the Italian who was still looking at him. He shook his head, his face visible unsure about the situation.

Annoyed the older rolled his eyes. His own kids were a lot more polite. Not that he had expected anything else. Still, a part of him couldn’t help but want to care for the boy. Afterall he was just a little boy.

“Yes you are. I’ll get you something and you will eat it.” He said. He got up and quickly heated up one of the prepared lunches they had on the plane. He placed it in front of the boy who was sitting up straight now.

“Thank you” he said, looking up properly for the first time and looking straight at Uccio with something he could only describe as a polite smile. It felt weird to see, so the Italian just scoffed.

“Shut up” he hissed.

David blinked but quickly focused on his food. As he silently eat his noodles, he decided that – no – he would not play the role of some kind, obedient kid. He wouldn’t let himself be pushed around. He wasn’t raised to be pushed around.

In his head he wondered what Pedro would say. He wondered what his friend would do. He slowly chewed his food as his voice filled his head, more mischievous ideas coming up.

He spend the next hours watching a movie, his eyes getting more and more heavier. Slowly he was getting pulled into sleep. But he didn’t want to. He didn’t feel safe enough.

He clutched to the little bear in his arm, the one he had since he was born. He had always taken it everywhere with him and now the teddy was sitting next to him on this plane.

He let out another yawn, but blinked, making his eyes as big as possible to stay awake.

“Jesus, just get some god damn sleep.” The Italian muttered. “Not tired” he replied, making a face to show he didn’t care about what he said.

“I don’t care… Sleep” “Why?” he asked, his voice dripping with suspicion. Uccio gave him an annoyed look. “You think I’m gonna kill you in your sleep?”

David just shrugged. “How would I know?” “Well, if I were to kill you in your sleep, I would get in very big trouble with the authorities. I mean, everyone knows we are traveling together so it’d be pretty stupid to kill you here since I would be immediately the main suspect”

He expected to have scared off the younger with this. Even if it was just a little. But instead David nodded knowingly. “Yeah. You’re right. And then you’d go to jail”

“And you think you’re worth going to prison for?” he asked. “I wouldn’t even go to the store for you”

“Thank you” he muttered. Then he suddenly sat up. He basically bolted in his seat “Wait!” he said loudly. “Shit. I almost forgot. I got something for you” He pulled his backpack closer and started searching it.

Confused – and slightly curious – the older watched how he searched through it. “There!” He sat back up, staring right at Uccio with a big winning smile. In his hand – nothing.

He just did a middle finger gesture towards the Italian, as if he had just pulled out, while smiling the same evil smile his father had.

The adult rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Little shit” he muttered. “Truly a Marquez, as rude as you are. It’s very obvious what Marquez teaches his son…” “Ey I learned that on my own” David shot back, immediately ready to defend his family.

“Did you now?” he asked, annoyed, massaging his forehead with two fingers. He was getting a headache – probably just from flying but he preferred to blame it on David. “I basically live at race tracks. Go figure.”

“Can you shut up and just fucking sleep now? You’re causing me a headache.” “……Good”

With that, David turned around, ultimately ending the conversation.

He clutched the plushie to his chest. It felt like a life line. Like a small connection to his papa. Quickly he gave the bear a kiss on the head, just like his papa always did before bed.

In his head, he said a quick prayer. He wanted his father to be okay. He still fully know what happened and how he was doing. He just hoped he’d okay and he’d allow him to come home again. And he hope his uncle Alex and his grandparents were okay and they weren’t too worried.

With the thought of his family, he finally settled enough to actually fall asleep.

He dreamed of his home, his family, bikes roaring.

He slept all the way through after that. Afterall he hadn’t got much sleep in the last few days. He wasn’t even sure what day was now.

But eventually he was woken up by one of the kind flight attendants. The man explained in wobbly Spanish that they were going to land very soon. David knew the procedure well enough to nod.

After a few more minutes – and doing his bets to ignore the Italian – they finally landed. He gathered all his stuff, getting out the plane.

As the Italian sun hit him, a weird realisation set him. He hadn’t really put much thought in it yet and looking back it felt ridiculous that he needed so long to actually understand. But he was about to meet his father.

He swallowed hard as he realized that he would actually meet his father. The one that had constantly ignored him now had to actually face him.

He tried to think of something to say, but the more he thought about it, the more fear he felt. He feared he would screw up already during the first meeting. He feared he would say the wrong thing. Do the wrong thing. He feared he’d lose this one chance forever.

With his papa, he knew what to do. He knew he would just need to run to him and hug him and he’d be picked up. But now he wasn’t even sure if he’d be acknowledged. Or touched.

He felt a tingling feeling in his stomach, like his whole body had been emptied.

He suddenly spotted a car, two person lingering around it. One of them had to be his father. For a moment he felt warm and cold at the same time. He wanted to finally meet him properly – not just some annoyed glances and twisted comments - and run at the same time.

His first instinct was to turn around, look for his papa and ask him for advice on how to deal with the situation, how to behave.

But as his little head turned more out if reflex, he was harshly reminded that there was no one.

He was on his own. He was alone. He was completely and utterly alone in a country he barely knew, with people that didn’t want him.

He felt tears swell in his eyes and he just wanted to disappear. He didn't want that. After all that time where he had asked about his father.

Alex and his grandparents had barely talked. Just said he wasn't like this. Only his papa sometimes talked about him. His words soft.

He once had asked that if his father had loved them as much as Marc said, then why wasn't he here?

His papa had just smiled and caressed gid hair. "Your father made a mistake. He believes someone he shouldn't. Someone who is very close and very dear to him. But he lied. And Vale keeps trusting him. Not out of some kind of... Evil spirit. It's just a mistakes. And everyone could have made that mistakes. He is yet to realize that."

David looked ahead. He stared at Uccios back who was a few steps ahead of him.

He was the one that had lied to his father. He had caused all of this.

He thought that the man who destroyed his family was so close - still so close to his father - made him angry.

But he knew he couldn't say anything. There was nothing he could do about it.

Yet.

“You will make a mistake” he whispered. “And then you will pay”

Not yet. But eventually. He knew that. So he just continued walking towards the car and it felt like he was walking towards something bad.

He looked at one of the man, recognizing him as Valentino Rossi – his father. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest. A pair of sunglasses covering his face. He had a disapproving, annoyed look under his faked neutrality.

David took a deep breath. He wanted to act tough, even just for a moment, to cover up his own fear.

Then he saw the 2nd man, leaning next to Vale, talking to him. He recognized his silhouette without a doubt.

He couldn’t help but grin widely, his fears gone.

“Uncle Luca!” he yelled and immediately started running. He was sprinting down to the car, ignoring everyone else. He passed Uccio and he passed Vale, not even looking at him a second time.

But Uccio did.

Uccio had seen how there was a slight twitch in his old friends face as he watched how the boy jumped on his younger brother.

Luca too had smiled widely and quickly kneeled down. He had gathered the boy in his arms, standing up like it was nothing while having the 9 year old in his arms.

David pressed himself against Luca, his eyes closed as he hold onto the little bit of family he had and knew here. His small hands were buried in the fabric of his clothes, refusing to let go.

"Missed you tio Luca. Missed you so much..." he whispered before a small sob left he's body. "I love you."

Luca closed his eyes. He pressed him even closer. He couldn’t image how David felt, so he just let him. He softly cooed, mumbling reassurance in hope to keep him calm.

"I missed you too. And I love you too. Soooo much."

He was aware he was being watched by his older brother, but he didn’t care one bit. Instead he just gave the boy in his arm a soft kiss on the head.

“Hola pequeño“ he said.

It was a silent power play. He wanted to show that – even if he loved David dearly and wanted to protect him – his place was in Spain. Not Italy.

“Did you have a good flight?” he asked softly. David just nodded. “Good. Good, that’s good” Carefully he lifted his head and looked at Luca.

He smiled brightly at him. “Hey there” he said. David smiled too. With Luca by his side, he felt a lot more settled. He felt save, protected.

Then Luca turned a little. David turned too, now facing him. His father. Valentino Rossi.

It felt weird. Whenever David had imagined meeting his father, it felt – warmer. Now he was just afraid.

“That is my brother – Vale… Vale, David” he tried to introduce them. David looked him up and down and lifted his hand. He gave him a small wave. “Hello Valentino”

No nickname. No dad. Just Valentino.

The Italian gave a short nod, his arms still crossed in front of his chest, standing next to Uccio.

“Ciao” he replied.

[buried-in-stardust]

hope you've been having fun in taiwan!! i'll be going there soon too, right when it's gonna be super hot LOL do you mayhaps have some recs on places to check out in taipei? or anywhere, really, our itinerary isn't fully set yet haha.

I haven't been checking my inbox so chances are you've already gone on the trip--sorry!

Some places I'd rec:

Night markets! I go to Tonghua the most because that one is closest to me, but Shilin and Raohe are really good too! I hear people say not to go to Shilin, but I think it's fine if you're only getting the food. It's the other stuff like clothing that's more of a rip-off. Also the paths at Raohe are really narrow, so avoid going on weekends. I still like Tonghua the best, and not just because it's closest, but because it's one of Taipei's larger night markets with plenty of variety, but it's never too crowded, even on weekends.

Maokong! If you like tea this is a must-go. Test-taste the tea, get tieguanyin tea ice cream, get tea infused food and specialty tea at a teahouse and while enjoying the view, learn the art of tea making, and buy tea directly from the farmers. You can walk through the tea farms, and it's a good place for hiking too.

Maokong gondola: The Maokong tea farms are at the top, but along the way there's Taipei Zoo and Zhinan Temple, both of which are worth visiting, I think. Taking the gondola is more fun than taking the bus, lol.

Not really in Taipei, but Tamsui is really nice. Walk along the old street, get their specialty ageh (阿給), iron eggs, fish crisps and fish ball soup, take the ferry across to Bali, bike along the river, and watch the sunset. I'd also recommend the castella cake here.

Huashan 1914 Creative Park has many arts and crafts exhibitons, shops, and performances. Lots of cool stuff to see if you like art, and nice to just walk around too.

Hot Thermal Valley and the nearby Beitou Hot Spring Museum. It's a cool scenic spot, and there's some interesting history behind the hot springs (I went with my aunt and she kept saying it looked exactly like what she used as a child: the tatami, bathhouse, etc.)

TBH I think pretty much everyone will recommend these places lol. Also I haven't been to Datong or Wanhua like at all, so I don't have any recommendations for either of those districts, although I'm planning to visit over the next few days before I go to Penghu.

If anyone wants some more specific (food) recommendations for these places, feel free to ask!

[heavenstrvck]

the warmth had settled, going from sparkling heat to a kindling burning deep inside of her chest, spreading to her entire body. it felt exciting and yet safe. she trusted izzy, and finally felt like it was worth opening to someone - allowing them to see the parts she usually kept hidden. the doubt, the terrible flirting, the playful comments. now she could let it all out, and judging from how the blonde was looking at her, she liked her for it.

"i mean, i did agree to you taking half." she chuckled, nodding at the other's arguments. "not more though, a girl needs some food. can't be passing out halfway through this date, right?" she teased, waiting to see if izzy would dig into her plate or her own. her fork dug into the lasagna, shaking her head at her friend's remark. "that's fine with me. but i'm taking half your dessert then. especially if they've got ti-" words died in her throat as she watched izzy's attention being snapped away from her.

her. she'd known izzy long enough to have seen the girl go through her share of bad tastes and undeserving hook-ups. but the woman who had just paused next to them was far more dangerous. she'd had a hold on the blonde that amelia had never agreed to, and the proof was right in front of her eyes, still making a show of coming over to see her, to make that look in izzy's eyes appear. the one amelia hated, and had spent too long comforting her over. worry, slight fear, anxiety. nothing someone was supposed to feel about a person they loved.

it wasn't her place to say anything, so amelia's eyes stayed on izzy, hand going for her glass of wine, taking a slow sip as she felt the tension float over them, ice over the warmth she'd been contentedly sitting in for the past minutes.

izzy nearly melted under that look — under the warmth in amelia's voice, the way her foot gently bumped hers like she couldn't quite help it. it felt dangerous how good this was starting to feel. how amelia's words disarmed her without even trying. perfect girl. god. izzy had spent the last week plotting out how this night would go, how she'd make it all look real — but she hadn't planned on it being real. not like this.

she swallowed the lump in her throat just in time for the plates to arrive, grateful for the brief shift in focus. her gaze lingered on amelia anyway, her voice light again as she leaned back in her chair. "mm, depends. how mad would you be if i went straight for yours?" she teased, the grin returning, though a little softer around the edges now. "i mean, you basically gave me permission earlier, right?"

fork in hand, she raised an eyebrow as if waiting for approval — but her tone, her smile, everything about her in that moment was just a little too honest, a little too tender. "but fine, i'll behave," she added with a dramatic sigh, poking at her own dish. "for now." she glanced up again, eyes catching on amelia's for just a second longer than necessary. "but don't be surprised if i end up finishing both."

and then she heard them — heels clicking across the floor, familiar, deliberate. her smile froze as she instinctively looked up, already knowing. there she was — her ex —pausing just beside their table. not a word spoken, but the weight of her presence was enough to pull the air tight. izzy's fingers stilled on her fork, throat suddenly dry. she didn't say anything. didn't have to. she just met her ex's eyes, face unreadable, and waited.

[ragesin]

@dichotomouskey continued from here !

Genuine this, kindness that. Is it being serious right now or just putting on a melodramatic front ? Reclined against a wall, cross legged on the floor with hands laced behind his head, shadowed eyes watched the dark creature stalk back and forth, bright green cutting with the ease of a knife through the dim veil settled over the study. Eyes which promptly rolled so hard Meliodas was almost surprised they didn’t fly out of their sockets and land into those of the candled skull wedged into a corner of the wizard’s desk. A snort of his own rattled his nose, near scathing in its exasperation.

❝ Explain how can they do that when you won’t let others get within fifty feet of you. ❞ The defiance was understandable but it didn’t need to mutilate his suggestion, get it all twisted and philosophical when Meliodas had been doing anything but advocating fanciful ideals. Shadow acted as if he advised getting teeth forcefully gouged out by the sharpened edge of a blade ( that would make a mess / it’d probably be more entertaining / only a waste of time ), finding and interpreting meaning entirely absent beneath the term of nice. ❝ Come off it. Stop complicating things and just say what you really mean. That you’re afraid to interact with them. ❞ It practically reeked of it, agitated energy poignant and staining the back of his throat. It may have figured out how to tuck little tells of turmoil away and stop it from leaking into posture for prying eyes to see, but it’s too young to know to do the same with its strong emotions, dark turbulence roiling off it in violent waves as a spectrum unsettled and unbalanced and screaming unease. It would seem a teaching moment was in order for this fledgling, a senior imparting wisdom aged like fine wine to a junior. ❝ Niceties are simply a tool. A social and psychological one to be used for your benefit. That is where it begins and ends. Learn the difference. ❞

Perhaps the demon shouldn’t be offering tips of manipulation to a Heartless... Eh. A head start never hurt anybody. Time itself would would make it clear in due course.

The value of genuine kindness did not elude Meliodas ( oh, the demon of yesteryear may have cringed out of existence at the notions of exhibiting unnecessary kindness, the demon of today knows / understands / empathizes too well for his own good ) but in his opinion Shadow was making problems for itself that didn’t need to exist, casting the first stone when it seemed to have plenty of baggage it was already shouldering. ❝ I’m not saying you need to skip through flower fields singing songs together with the others, but being able to - I don't know - exchange words might be a good start. ❞

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 24

"What is this place?" Manon asked Glennis as she found the crone polishing the handle of a gold-bound broom beside the fire. Two others lay on a cloak nearby. Menial work for the witch in charge of this camp.

"This is an ancient camp-one of the oldest we claim." Glennis's knobbed fingers flew over the broom handle. "Each of the seven Great Hearths has a fire here, as do many others." Indeed, there were far more than seven in the camp. "It was a gathering place for us after the war, and since then, it had become a place to usher in some of our younger witches to adulthood. It is a rite we've developed over the years—to send them into the deep wilds for a few weeks to hunt and survive with only their brooms and a knife. We remain here while they do so."

Manon asked quietly, "Do you know what our initiation rite is?"

Glennis's face tightened. "I do. We all do." Which hearth had the witch she'd killed at age sixteen belonged to?

"You're not a cold person."

He arched a brow. "Is that your professional opinion?"

Manon studied him. "You can descend to those levels when you are angry, when your friends are threatened. But you are not cold, not at heart. I've seen men who are, and you are not."

"Neither are you," he said a bit quietly.

The wrong thing to say.

Manon stiffened, her chin lifting. "I am one hundred seventeen years old," she said flatly. "I have spent the majority of that time killing. Don't convince yourself that the events of the past few months have erased that."

"Keep telling yourself that." He doubted anyone had ever spoken to her that baldly-relished that he now did, and kept his throat intact.

She snarled in his face. "You're a fool if you believe the fact that I am their queen wipes away the truth that I have killed scores of Crochans."

"That fact will always remain. It's how you make it count now that matters."

Make it count. Aelin had said as much back in those initial days after he'd been freed of the collar. He tried not to wonder whether the icy bite of Wyrdstone would soon clamp around his neck once more.

"I am not a softhearted Crochan. I will never be, even if I wear their crown of stars."

He'd heard the whispers about that crown amongst the Crochans this week-about whether it would be found at last. Rhiannon Crochan's crown of stars, stolen from her dying body by Baba Yellowlegs herself. Where it had gone after Aelin had killed the Matron, Dorian had not the faintest idea. If it had stayed with that strange carnival she'd traveled with, it could be anywhere. Could have been sold for quick coin.

Manon went on, "If that is what the Crochans expect me to become before they join in this war, then I will let them venture to Eyllwe tomorrow alone."

"Is it so bad, to care?" The gods knew he'd been struggling to do so himself.

"I don't know how to," she growled.

Ridiculous. An outright lie. Perhaps it was because of the high likelihood that he'd be collared again at Morath, perhaps it was because he was a king who'd left his kingdom in an enemy's grip, but Dorian found himself saying, "You do care. You know it, too. It's what makes you so damn scared of all this."

Her golden eyes raged, but she said nothing.

"Caring doesn't make you weak," he offered.

"Then why don't you heed your own advice?"

"I care." His temper rose to meet hers. And he decided to hell with it-decided to let go of that leash he'd put on himself. Let go of that restraint. "I care about more than I should. I even care about you."

Another wrong thing to say.

Manon stood—as high as the tent would allow. "Then you're a fool." She shoved on her boots and stomped into the frigid night.

I even care about you.

Manon scowled as she turned in her sleep, wedged between Asterin and Sorrel. Only hours remained until they were to move out—to head to Eyllwe and whatever force might be waiting to ally with the Crochans. And in need of help.

Caring doesn't make you weak.

The king was a fool. Little more than a boy.

What did he know of anything?

Still the words burrowed under her skin, her bones. Is it so bad, to care?

She didn't know. Didn't want to know.

[bunnis-monsters]

A bunny breeding his pup

Commissioned by @dumbdoggygirl

Bunny Hybrid x Puppy Hybrid!Reader

warnings: breeding, knotting, pregnancy sex, pheromones, lactation, cervix kiss

summary: Bunny hybrid Momo stands up to a wolf hybrid and walks you home. The two of you become friends then start dating, but when you go into heat you’re afraid he might not be able to keep up with your puppy hybrid stamina. Little did you know, the saying “breeding like rabbits” was very accurate…

Word count: 5k words

You have had trouble trusting people lately. Male hybrids only wanted one thing, and that was mating.

The thought was always in the back of your mind when you went out into town or wandered back home a bit too late at night. If you didn’t keep yourself safe, no one would.

This was all before you met him.

It had been a long day, and all you wanted was to pick up something sweet before going home to your little cottage in the woods. It was always a bit scary coming home from work, especially when the moon wasn’t able to guide your way due to the fluffy clouds blocking it.

You were planning on plopping down on your soft, warm bed and passing out as soon as you walked in your door… but fate had something else in mind.

“Hey, pretty girl!”

An annoyed sigh left your lips as you turned to look to your left. There was a wolf hybrid approaching, his shoulders relaxed and his stride confident.

“You look like you’d appreciate someone walking you home. There’s a lotta bad guys out here, you know?”

His arm wrapped around your shoulder roughly, causing you to stumble forward before you steadied yourself.

You, politely as you could manage, pushed his arm off of your shoulder, trying to give him a smile. “Ahh, I’m okay, but thanks.”

When he kept following you, your heart began to race. You could feel his eyes on you, and knew he saw you as something to prey on, a slab of meat to a hungry predator.

“Come on, pup. You’re gonna turn down a nice guy trying to help you out. Don’t be a bitch…”

He attempted to reach for your wrist, but you wrenched it away. “I said I’m okay… please, just leave me alone…”

This only seemed to anger him, the wolf puffing out his chest as his ears pinned back. A low growl could be heard as he advanced on you.

“Leave you alone? I-“

Before he could speak any further, a figure rushed between the two of you, standing with his back to the wolf.

“Hey, sweetheart. I saw that you weren’t home yet and came to meet you halfway. All our friends are waiting for us, I said we’d be back in five minutes.”

The person in front of you was a bunny hybrid with soft, curly hair and fluffy bunny ears atop his head. He gave you a sweet smile as if he had known you his entire life and looped his arm with yours.

“Ahh, do you know this man?” the bunny hybrid asked, his eyes cutting to the wolf hybrid, his yellow orbs losing all the warmth they had when he looked at you.

The wolf spluttered, holding up his hands, obviously turned off when he heard there were people looking for you. “W-was just gonna walk her home. Never mind…”

The bunny hybrid stayed by your side, his eyes never leaving the wolf as he scurried away.

“Damn wolf hybrids think that they can scare people like that, but the second they know they could be caught they run off!”

The bunny’s foot thumped against the ground rapidly, indicating he was pissed at the situation. You smiled, reaching out to tug on his sleeve.

“Thank you for that. Most hybrids would be too scared to stand up to a wolf like you did.”

He turned back to look at you, a smile stretching across his face. When you really looked at him, your first thought was that he looked… really cute.

“No problem. Are you alright?”

His cotton tail twitched as your puppy tail perked up. “Yes, I’m okay. Just…”

You winced, and he noticed your wrist that had been grabbed was a bit swollen.

“Ahh, that asshole… if you put some ice on it when you get home, that should help with the swelling and hopefully prevent a bruise from forming.”

The bunny tilted his head as your ears lowered, your tail wagging a bit. “Can I… ask your name?”

His ears flicked as he nodded rapidly. “Yes, I’m Momo. And you?”

You smiled, offering a hand. “I’m (Name), nice to meet you.”

Momo ended up walking you home, making sure that he kept you safe from anything that dared to come close. For a bunny hybrid, he was quite tough.

And as far as males went, he was the sweetest thing you’d ever encountered. To no one’s surprise, you were quick to exchange numbers with him.

The two of you became friends rather quickly. It wasn’t until long that you found out Momo was single, just like you. He was so soft and sweet, and every morning you received a text asking how you were doing and if he could come over when you weren’t busy.

It made your heart beat faster, a fuzzy feeling taking over your body that made your tail wag uncontrollably…

Was this… what having a crush was like?

You met up with him one afternoon, wearing your favorite dress, one he had said made your eyes sparkle. Momo always knew how to make you feel shy and flattered.

“Hey, pretty pup!”

You turned at the sound of his voice, your tail wagging as soon as you caught a whiff of his scent. His own cotton tail twitched, a smile lighting up his face.

“Hi, Momo. What did you want to talk about?”

The bunny had called you a few hours ago, asking for a last minute meeting at a cafe. This was strange to you, he usually asked to come to your home or his to spend time together. You had only known him for a few months now, but you felt like you knew him enough to tell something was different about this.

Momo scratched the back of his head, his fluffy bunny ears twitching. “Well… I thought a public place would be better for the question I want to ask.”

Your curiosity was piqued, and it was obvious by the way your tail picked up speed that you were excited. “Well come on, let’s order some coffee and talk!”

After settling into a booth and some small talk, Momo suddenly became very serious, looking at you fondly.

“I’ve… really enjoyed all the time we’ve spent together.”

Your cheeks heated up, and you found yourself fidgeting with your skirt. “I have too. It’s really been the best part of my day when you call me.”

His bunny ears twitched, his hand reaching out to hold yours.

“Will… you be my girlfriend?”

Your eyes widened with surprise, your heart thundering inside of your chest as your tail wagged furiously behind you. It was obvious how you felt just by the way your tail thumped against the booth behind you.

“Y-yes!”

The two of you shared bashful smiles, and he nuzzled his nose against yours. The rest of the date was filled with giddy giggles and yummy snacks, and by the end he was ready to take you home.

For the next few months, the two of you fell in love, unable to stay apart from each other for long. He visited you often, his soft bunny ears making him easy to spot in crowds when meeting up together.

It didn’t take long for you two to kiss for the first time. It was on your third date, and seeing his cute cotton tail twitch when your lips met was the cutest thing you had ever seen.

The first bit of intimacy the two of you shared was while the two of you watched a movie together at your apartment. It was a sappy romcom, and he was feeling a bit bored… so his hand trailed down your thigh, playing with the fabric of your sleep shorts.

“Mmm, you keep watching the movie, princess…”

Your puppy tail wagged a bit as he moved to kneel in front of you, his soft nose nuzzling against your thigh. He looked up at you for permission, his teeth nibbling on your soft flesh.

This was the first time a male had ever been so close to you, but you nodded, trying to pay attention to the movie while he kissed your pussy through your panties.

It wasn’t long before you were soaking through the thin fabric, unable to concentrate on the movie anymore. The lewd sounds of him lapping up your slick and sucking on your clit through your panties was too loud, making your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“P-Please, Momo… more, I need it…”

He tilted his head, looking up at you through his soft lashes. “More..? Okay, puppy…”

Momo pushed your panties to the side, giving your bare pussy a sniff before burying his face between your thighs.

You let out a muffled moan, covering your mouth as he latched onto your clit, sucking and keeping your thighs apart so he could taste your sweet juices.

The way he looked up at you with those sweet golden, yellow eyes of his with such lust and adoration had you cumming within seconds.

He stayed between your head like that for at least 30 minutes, bringing you to orgasm several times before you were too blissed out to even think.

Momo smiled, his cotton tail wagging as he crawled onto the couch, pulling the blanket over the two of you and pulling you to his chest.

“Goodnight, puppy…”

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You felt embarrassed, almost… shy. Your heat cycle was coming, and you had a date with Momo. It was going to be your 6 month anniversary, and you really didn’t want to miss it!

But…

Although Momo had saved you and was so sweet to you, there was always a voice in the back of your head saying he would never be able to handle your heat. He was just a bunny hybrid, and you were a puppy.

It made you sad, really… would you have to break up with him one day and be with someone with a similar heat cycle to you? Maybe a wolf or puppy hybrid…

As the date approached, you told yourself that you would just go… but when it was finally time to get dressed, your heat hit you like a tsunami.

You writhed on the bed, fingers doing nothing to ease the ache in your cunt. It took everything you had to text Momo that you couldn’t come. You didn’t bother to read his reply, just turning onto your belly, lifting your hips to try and shove your fingers deeper inside.

It felt like you could just burn alive, a pit in the bottom of your belly forming. It had never been so intense before, all you wanted to do was scream! Maybe your body was reacting to Momo’s scent. It was all over your apartment after all, and you buried your face into a hoodie he left behind, whimpering in absolute agony.

Your heats had never been easy, but in the past at least you had been able to deal with them without too much struggle. Now it felt impossible, you couldn’t even orgasm by yourself!

As you began to cry into his hoodie, you thought you could almost hear his voice. Your mind was a bit hazy from your heat… but it felt comforting.

You wish you would have just asked him to come over… now you were too weak to do anything besides sniffle and cry into his hoodie.

“Puppy!”

The sound of Momo’s voice became much clearer. Your puppy ear twitched, and you picked up his scent in the air. That wasn’t just some of his lingering musk…

“Puppy, I’m here! Please, let me in. I n-need you!”

You could only whimper, blabbering out a reply through your tears. “C-can’t! Can’t get up!”

It was silent for a moment, but then there was a loud BANG!

You looked on in shock to see the door beginning to splinter. Momo was breaking it down!

Momo wasn’t weak, but you had never thought he was capable of such feats of strength! Even the wolf hybrids you met in college wouldn’t be able to do that…

He kicked through, his leg breaking through the wood. He used the hole to reach his hand in and unlock the door. As soon as Momo was in, his eyes scanned the room for you.

“Baby…”

He walked over, dropping down to his knees by your bedside. His eyes scanned over your form, and you noticed how hazy those golden orbs of his were as he sniffed the air.

“You’re in heat… why didn’t you tell me?”

You struggled to speak, your pussy clenching around nothing as he stared down at you. The way he was looking at you… was he..?

“I w-was… embarrassed… and I didn’t want you to know. You’ve probably never been with a puppy hybrid before, you don’t understand how intense our heats are…”

You had heard tales from friends and family about how smaller hybrids would try and take on canines, seeing it as a challenge. They assumed they could take it, and would come out with good offspring because of the strong wombs of their mates.

But most failed to properly satisfy their mates, ending in unhappy partnerships and tears. You had been hoping to marry Momo, but you were afraid he may also be chasing some tail…

He was kind, you really liked him… but could he handle you like this? You were so desperate, you wanted to pounce and use him until his body broke! It was scary… you were losing the little control you had over your body!

Before you could speak again, you helped, feeling him pin you down with strength you would have never expected from such a small hybrid. He leaned over you, his face flushed but his eyes sharp.

“Oh, my sweet pup…”

He cooed, his pants stretching painfully over his aching cock. Precum leaked down his leg, his red cock barely contained by his pants.

“You’ve never been with a bunny hybrid, have you?”

Your eyes widened, and you were silenced when his mouth landed on yours. It was an instant connection, your tail wagging furiously as his tongue tangled around yours.

Though your cunt pulsed and ached with need and lust, your heart was soaring with love. His lips on yours always made you happy, but now you could almost feel his love and desire from you just from this kiss alone.

“Y-you’re… in rut?”

You gasped this out when he broke away, finally able to pick up his scent over your own heavy pheromones. Momo smiled, nuzzling his forehead against yours. “Yes… I am. I was hoping to spend it with you… if that’s alright.”

Your ears lowered and you tucked your puppy tail between your legs, considering his suggestion. Part of you wanted to say no, fearful that you may hurt him. You loved Momo after all, and would rather have an agonizingly painful heat cycle than lose him.

But the other part of you needed him. You could already feel his clothed cock rubbing against your fat cunt, begging to breed and mate with you. Your heat riddled mind was begging for you to say yes and mate, to be filled with cum and covered in his marks!

“Please…”

You looked up at him with hazy, teary eyes, playing with your own pussy to try and ease the searing heat in your loins. The only thing on your mind now was being bred by your lover and your belly swelling with his young. It’s all you could ever want or need.

Momo panted, his bunny ears twitching as he tugged his pants down, his fat red cock resting on your belly. He was much bigger than you expected, and your pussy yet again clenched around nothing while you imagined him inside of you.

“Gonna be inside my puppy…”

He prodded at your cunt, rubbing his precum and your slick together before pressing in. Momo hissed at how tight you were, his soft pink nose twitching as your sweet, warm pussy envelopes around him.

It was like heaven, being inside of you. Nothing could have prepared him for the utter bliss of mounting his pretty little puppy and taking your for his own.

Without much thought, be bit down on your neck and shoulders, his hips rutting into yours. You were so wet, so needy for him that he started thrusting right away. The sounds that came from your love making was lewd, loud squelching and moans filling the air.

Before long you were cumming, your cunt squeezing and milking his cock, but even as he filled you up with his seed, he didn’t stop.

After a few rounds you began to get tired, happy that he was able to last…

But Momo was far from finished.

You whined softly as he lifted your leg, continuing to fuck into your fat, warm cunt as his fingers played with your clit. Your neck was covered in hickeys, your chubby tummy protruding with his cum…

“M-Momo…”

You whimpered, your pussy swollen from abuse, but your lover only kissed along your neck, placing you on your tummy before climbing back up to mount you.

“Shh, puppy… not even close to being done…”

You yelped as he held onto your arms for leverage, his cock kissing your cervix as he fucked you deep. Your own fingers could never reach that far, and you knew Momo was trying to get you pregnant!

The only thing on his mind right now was his vision of you in a few months. You’d be waddling around, your breasts heavy with milk and belly swollen with his babies. Even since he laid eyes on you, he knew that he would be the one to breed you, to lay claim to your womb. You were his, and he’d make sure everyone in the world knew this fact.

He grabbed your tail, holding onto it as he knotted your sweet, warm pussy. You were just too cute, crying and overstimulated. Momo couldn’t wait to make you cum so much you couldn’t even think anymore!

Even after his knot swelled up inside of you, his hips continued to stutter and plap against your fat ass. He just couldn’t help it, you felt too good and he wanted to fuck you on his knot!

Your body felt so warm and exhausted, you could barely manage to lift your fluffy tail to give him access to your abused cunt so he could continue to pump you full of his cum.

Momo was too far into his rut to notice your exhaustion. His body was reacting to your pheromones and he was driven by pure instinct to knock you up.

He bit down on your neck, holding onto your hips as his knot deflated. The second he was able to properly fuck you again, Momo slammed his cock into you, kissing your cervix.

The night of mating was filled with tears, whines, and so, so much cum. You had never as tired as you were the next morning, your body covered in love bites and stuffed full of cum.

Momo was already awake, his cotton tail wagging as he played with your soft puppy ears. “Good morning, princess…”

He looked down at you, his cheeks pink and his eyes darting from your face to the side then back to you. With the way he had fucked you until you saw stars and cried, he was a bit embarrassed with how fat he had gone.

The bunny could remember knotting you several times, just to continue fucking you the second it deflated enough so he could move.

You whined as you turned to snuggle into your mate, burying your face into his neck. “Mmph… you really wanna give me a litter?”

His heart thumped against his chest so hard you were sure you could feel it. “Yes… I… I love you, (Name). I want to be with you, and make you a mother…”

You touched your nose to his, both of you letting off soft purrs and happy sounds as you spent the morning tangled together in an intimate embrace.

From a young age you had been taught that bunny hybrids were quite fertile. Even when mating with other species, it was almost guaranteed that with just one sexual encounter, pregnancy would be in your future.

And that information had been completely correct.

Momo was absolutely thrilled when he began smelling pregnancy hormones on you, and from then on he became insanely protective and touchy.

Watching your belly begin to grow made him… feel many things. It was physical evidence of the love you two shared, the intimacy and touch that created life within his beloved mate.

As your pregnancy progressed, he caught himself getting hard and horny every time he watched you go up a size in your pants or shirts, or when you had to stop wearing bras because your tits were too heavy and full of milk.

Getting to witness you in the morning when you leaked through your shirt and seeing your cute flustered face as he lifted the soiled fabric and lapped at your darkened nipples… it was pure bliss for him.

Sucking and nipping softly at your sensitive buds allowed the milk to flow, filling his mouth with that tasty, creamy liquid he had come to crave.

Momo could feel his cock hardening, and he felt almost shy. Just as your own body had been becoming sensitive and needy through your pregnancy, his was responding to yours.

When you whined and tugged at his pants, he sighed. “Puppy, I’m not sure if it’s safe for us to mate when you’re this far along… your belly is heavy and swollen, I don’t wanna hurt our kits…”

You pouted at him, puffing out your chubby cheeks at his hesitation. While he was so close, you could feel your body aching to mate with him. Momo’s scent made you feel so hot and bothered, if he didn’t fuck you soon you’d go crazy!

That’s when an idea came to your mind. Momo wasn’t exactly hard to seduce. In fact, he was usually more horny than you most days, much needier as well. If you played your cards right, he might not be able to help himself.

“Baby…”

You opened your legs a little, letting him get a whiff of your arousal. The mix of that and your pregnancy pheromones made his body tremble.

“Yes, my love..?”

You leaned forward, pouting as you nuzzled your face into his neck, rubbing your scent on him. “Can you please take care of me? I need you…”

That was his tipping point. How in the hell was he supposed to just sit by when his beloved mate was desperate for release?

‘Just have to be gentle…’ he thought as he lowered you onto the bed and rubbed his throbbing bulge against your clothed cunt.

The feeling of your soaked panties pressing against his hard on was enough to make him hiss out in a mix of pleasure and need. Momo wanted to be inside of his mate more than anything.

“Momo… please!”

You struggled to move your hips against his with your baby bump in the way. His hand settled over your swollen belly, keeping you in place. It made his heart and sick throb thinking about how he had put kits into that round belly of yours.

“Don’t worry, puppy. I’m gonna take care of you, I promise…”

He pulled your panties off before lifting your shirt, his eyes on those perky, darkened nipples of yours. Once you were bare, his hands explored your body in a reverent way.

The changes you were going through were because of him. He had bred his sweet pup, leaving you pregnant and heavy with his kits.

“You’re beautiful…”

His fat cock rubbed against your clit, and he lined up his lips with your nipple. Milk was already beading at your perky bud. Your breasts were heavy and swollen, something you had been complaining about earlier.

Momo was going to kill two birds with one stone. He would satisfy you sexually and milk your fat tits.

His cock pressed into you, almost agonizingly slow. Momo was being as gentle as possible, sinking into his gravid little mate while his tongue lapped up the milk bearding to the surface of your nipple.

“So good… like honey…”

You arched your back, whining and struggling to take his cock while you were so heavily pregnant. You felt stuffed full… in the best way.

“M-Momo… faster…”

His bunny ears flicked, his eyes half lidded as he struggled to keep himself from pounding you into the mattress.

Your puppy cunt was just so tight and you were begging for him… Momo wanted to go faster, to feel your spongy walls tighten around his knot.

But he continued to fuck you at an agonizing pace, making your puppy tail wag. He loves you so much, he didn’t want to hurt his precious mate!

It was when your milk spurted into his mouth when he hit that special spot that he lost a bit of control. His cotton tail began to wag with yours as his thrusts sped up, his hips rutting against you.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

You let out a whine as Momo lifted your leg, pressing it against your pregnant belly so he fuck you deeper. Every time his cock hit your g-spot your milk spurted out again. His hand squeezed and teased your other breast.

The sight of your milk spraying out of your nipple in little streams made him go crazy. He began fucking you like an animal, his mind gone. All that he could think was that he wanted to breed you, to stuff you full of his cum again.

He couldn’t remember you were already pregnant, he was trying to knock you up again!

“Momo, g-gonna-!”

Your puppy cunt clenched around him, causing Momo to grunt and grab hold of your fat hips. He was frustrated, it was already hard enough to fuck you with your pregnant belly in the way, now you were clenching around him and preventing him from being able to move.

Suddenly you were on your side, a pillow propping up your belly as your mate crawled behind you. His arm snakes under your side, grabbing onto your fat tit and groping it as his cock sunk into your again.

“F-fuck, you’re perfect…”

He lifted your leg, now able to fuck into you as deep as he wanted, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

Now he could properly please his mate and satisfy his need to breed you and unleash his seed into your womb.

Momo nipped at your neck, your tail brushing against his chest as he milked you. You felt sticky and warm, milk running down your chest and pregnant belly.

He could feel his knot beginning to swell, he was going to cum soon!

“Puppy… fuck, I love you so much…”

The feeling of your fat pussy being stretched so his knot could fit had you cumming again, and his cum spurted into your puppy cunt.

The two of you were left a panting mess, tails wagging and ears twitching as you came down from your respective highs.

Momo looked at his mate, his cheeks red and heart full of love. You looked beautiful like this, flushed from sex and pregnant with his kits.

He kissed the top of your head, nuzzling his face against your hair as the two of you waited for his knot to deflate.

“Did I satisfy you, pup? Seems like you’re pretty happy to me…”

You smiled, your body heavy with exhaustion. It took great effort to lift your arm and cup his cheek.

“You always do… my mate always takes care of me.”

You both shared a kiss, tails wagging in sync.

Two months later, Momo held your hand as you gave birth. It was a difficult process, but in the end you were able to give birth to 5 happy babies. Some had fluffy little bunny ears and cotton tails like their father, while others looked like you.

“Mmm, it seems like they like you.”

You smiled, watching as your mate helped you hold onto your little ones. He was easily able to soothe them as they fussed, it was clear they already knew who their father was.

Momo sat at your bedside, his cotton tail wagging excitedly while he watched you breastfeed the kits ans pups for the first time.

“They’re hungry little things…”

His mouth was watering, and once all of them were fed, you lifted your shirt up and smiled. “C’mon, it’s Papa’s turn.”

He nearly knocked over his chair rushing to join you in the hospital bed, making sure to keep his weight off of you as he settled and latched onto your breast.

Momo looked up at you with those golden eyes, and you gently scratched behind his fluffy ears. “Mmm, my big baby.”

He yelped and turned red when you slipped your hand into his pants, jerking him off. You knew that he got hard while drinking your milk, and you just loved toying with your cute mate.

“P-puppy, what if the nurse comes in-“

You continued you pump his cock, making him moan against your breast. “Shh… just lemme make you feel good…”

He stared up at you, nipping on your perky bud. “I’m going to get you back your this, pup.”

“Mmm, I know…”

It didn’t take much to make him knot your hand, his hips bucking as he groaned, cum staining his pants. “Maybe I wanna rile you up for later…”

Momo gave you a lazy smile, his eyes hazy from pleasure. “Someone wants me to knock her up again…”

“As soon as I’m recovered… I’m all yours. Promise you’ll take care of me during my next heat?”

“And every single one after that. We’re bonded, pup. I’m yours… forever.”

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Sukuna x f!Reader

In which Sukuna brings home child Uraume — 1

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You rubbed your eyes in disbelief as you stared at the child hiding behind your husband's legs and peaking at you.

Sukuna didn't pay attention to your questioning stare, he simply sauntered in to your shared home and tossed the meat he had hunted on the table. As if it was just an average day for the two of you.

Except it wasn't because there was a child right next to him.

"Um... Love?" You questioned softly.

"What?" He grunted.

"Mind telling me who... that is?"

Sukuna crossed his upper arms while resting his lower on his hips. He shrugged. "Our ice house is no more. This child can create ice so I brought them home."

Of course he did. Leave it to your husband to replace an actual functioning cooler with a literal child.

Speaking of a cooler...

"The icehouse is broken? I swear it was perfectly fine when I went there this morning..." You mused.

But a quick glance outside the window confirmed that it was indeed broken. Crushed by a tree and blood splattered everywhere from the meat stored inside of it.

And just one look at the fallen tree, you can tell what—no, who was responsible for this destruction. There was a large, clean cut right at its base.

You turned to your husband with an accusing frown but he opted to not look at you. He knows that the moment he locked eyes with you, he'll have to face your wrath and.... He'd rather not.

You sighed and shook your head before walking over to the child who stepped away from you the moment you got closer.

You stopped, keeping your distance and smiled kindly. "It's okay. Don't be afraid, little one. I won't hurt you."

Your voice was soft, your eyes were kind so when the child looked up at Sukuna and saw the way he was looking at you, they knew you were trustworthy.

And yet...

"You won't harm me but... I can harm you." Was what the child spoke.

Your heart sank at their words and the way they looked away. Their gaze was an empty and distant void. This poor child...

But the King of Curses scoffed at their words. "Go to her. As long as I am here you cannot harm her."

You were surprised at how this child had came to trust Sukuna that they took his word and slowly stepped over to you. Besides you, no one else in this land would ever dare trust him. Then again, your husband never gave them a reason to.

You went down on your knees to be at the child's level. A small, loving smile graced your features as you reached over to brush your fingers against their cheek.

Ice cold.

But that didn't stop you as you brushed their hair in comfort. "You poor thing... Just what have you been through?" You asked softly.

The child kept quiet, their eyes gathered with unshed tears. They closed it to stop them from flowing down. And then, very very tentatively they leaned into your touch.

"...You're warm." They mumbled.

Your heart warmed at those soft words. You were happy that this child had found comfort in you.

Despite being the King of Curses' wife, you loved children. You always wanted one of your own. You had even managed to convince your husband to have a child together.

But those dreams were far gone when you found out you were infertile.

It took a while but you had gotten over it. Though part of you still wished that you can have that. A small family with your husband.

So when you looked up at Sukuna, that's when you noticed his gaze. A look that was only reserved for you. Tender, soft and... loving. But there was another meaning behind it...

This is my gift to you.

Your heart leaped and you felt tears gathering in your eyes. The smile you gave him was nothing short of radiant that had him looking away from you. But you knew he was flustered just from the red tint on the tip of his ears.

You laughed softly and got on your feet, gently pulling the child close to you. "What's your name, little one?"

"Uraume."

You hummed. "Uraume... What a beautiful name. Are you hungry, Uraume?"

Uraume felt their stomach grumble just then so they softly nodded.

"Very well, then I'll get started on dinner."

Uraume looked up at you, their pinkish eyes staring at you with a curious glint. "Can I help?" They asked.

You smiled, running a gentle hand through their white hair.

"Of course."

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