#I got so angry when I kept being told they were just playing

[joyfulcollectordreamland]

I was chosen multiple times by the cat distribution system and the dogs of my roommate kept chasing them off

[inbabylontheywept]

bad dating stories time: the shoe incident

so in highschool, my best friend wasnt allowed to go on dates unless there was another couple there to keep an eye on him. part of this was his parents being insane, but also, part of it was him being insane. in a problem with no reasonable parties, there are no reasonable solutions.

at some point in my junior year, my sorta-gf broke up with me, and i just wasnt feeling dating, which was bad for my friend, because he had a good thing going with a girl he met in court.

he kind of hounded me about it. kept pushing me to just put me feet back in the dating pool and i wasnt real thrilled about it, because i knew he was pushing me for his own benefit, not mine, so i kept telling him to fuck off, and after a few weeks of being told that i would date when i was damn well ready, he eventually said: okay. what if i paid for the date AND found you a blind date AND all you had to do was show up?

and i shouldve said no, i know, but i let him wear me down, and i will own my fault in that. a date starting on such a stupid premise could never have gone well.

but he still managed to find a way to make it worse.

i dont know how long he tried to set a blind date up. it couldve been multiple attempts. he couldve stooped to this immediately. but what happened in the end was that he called a girl from the ward he attended - a girl that he knew had a giant, mushy crush on him - and he said: hey! how would you feel about going on a date this weekend?

(you know, implying it was with him, but never actually saying it.)

and she said YES WOW I WOULD LOVE TO and he said great! and then he called me up and said he found me a date.

i did not learn about his crimes until several weeks later. i will die swearing before god almighty that i would never have allowed this travesty to happen if i had known.

that was on a monday. the date of the date rolled around that friday evening, and im sorry to confess, i really phoned the whole thing in. i showed up in my favorite comfy outfit, which was also a fashion crime: basketball shorts and flipflops and a baja hoodie. it was super comfy but it made me look kind of crazy. i picked him up first, and then i picked up his date next, and then we went to pick up my date, and thats where you're gonna get the play by play.

i arrived, walked across the yard, and knocked on the front door. she opened it almost immediately, like shed been waiting right by it, and i could see her expression go from OMG IM SO EXCITED to super disappointed, then disgusted and finally pissed. and because i didn't know about my friends sins, i thought it was from my outfit. which seemed... harsh. like, hey, im allowed to be quirky, fuck you. also its a blind date, i thought the deal was that we were both going to be sad broken sacks of mortality.

anyway, we looked at each other for several seconds before she slammed the door in my face.

i looked back at my friend. he was sweating bullets. i dont know what he expected from this, but there was this big long pause where we both tried to figure out what to do, and then the door opened up, and her dad invited me in, and he said she was gonna need a few minutes to finish getting ready, and that in the meantime we could sit and talk.

we did not talk. we did sit. i sat down on the couch, and he sat down in a chair across the couch, and then instead of talking he cleaned his pistol on the coffee table. i wasnt actually sure if it was a threat, or if it was just a fidget thing for 40+ year old republican men, but when i tried to help he got snappy so i just watched him put a pistol back together.

he was okay at it.

eventually my date came downstairs, still mad as hell for reasons beyond my ken, and i felt pretty guilty for being such a mess because i thought that was why she was so angry. i tried to make up for by walking her to the car and getting the door for her, just generally trying to be extra polite, but before i could make it back to the drivers side, her dad called me back to the door. so i flipped around, went to the door, and immediately regreted my decision.

soon as i was within range, her dad got waaaay too close to me, leaned in, and said "whatever you do to her, i will do to you," and my brain went into overdrive making three consecutive realizations.

realization one was, damn, the pistol thing was a threat. that sucks. what an asshole. realization two was, wait, im autistic and even i know theres a 0% chance me and my date even hold hands, least of all boink. does this guy actually think there's even a 1% chance of anyone in that car getting laid tonight? is he an idiot? and then realization three went through, which was wait, is this guy threatening to fuck me? and unfortunately, with my brain doing so much processing, my mouth was left to run amok, so somewhere between realization 2 and 3, i said:

"i can't get pregnant"

which, i swear, wasn't actually me trying to be a smartass, it was just me pointing out that he couldn't actually follow up on that threat. it just wasn't possible. we do not live in the omegaverse and im not scared of you.

still, it was an insanely catastrophic thing to say, and the moment we both heard it, we bluescreened. that single sentence obliterated both of our momentary streams of consciousness like a saltine in front of a sand blaster. problem was, he'd probably gone his whole life not even realizing someone could say something that stupid, and making that realization was going to cost him a lot of thinking time. me though? i had been saying shit like that for 17 years, i didnt have to rewrite my expectations of human nature, i just had to plan an exit and start striding. so i was already halfway back to the car before i heard "hey. hey come back. Hey. Hey. HEY. HEY WAIT. HEY GET BACK HERE. HEY-"

and then i was in my car, and i drove away.

if this happened today, he'd have called her, and the whole thing wouldve imploded then and there, but back then, there were still a decent number of teenagers without cell phones. especially the teenagers of insane, gun toting parents. so she just said: whoa what was that all about? and i said: dont worry about it, he'll tell you about it when you get home.

and she said: ok and went back to staring daggers at me and my friend.

WHICH SURPRISINGLY isnt even how the story ends.

we went to an improv comedy show, and it was a disaster. it shouldve been like, 7/10 tops, but between my date being mad, and my friend having a good time, and me having the existential terror of knowing that a guy with a pistol was probably waiting outside his house for me to come back, it was easily 11/10. i laughed way too hard at everything. especially the jokes that flopped. id sit there in this mostly silent room and laugh until i dry heaved a little, and my date was absolutely disgusted, and even my friend was a little embarrassed, which would just make me laugh harder. i laughed so hard that night i could barely talk the next day. and then the show ended, and my friend said, you know, that was a good time, but i think we should maybe do something a little chiller? who wants to walk around the park? and his date said yeah, and my date said no, and i finally had mercy on the poor woman so i said, look, im gonna drop you off. and i am so, so sorry about this, but im dropping you off like a block away. super duper sorry.

do talk to your dad about the pistols thing if you dont want this happening more in the future tho.

and she said: okay. so i dropped her off, and she walked a block down, and that was that.

then i drove my friend and his date to a park that was good for wandering. i figured they wanted something more private, so instead of following them around point blank, i chose a park with this 30 foot rope tower, and i climbed to the top and i said: hey i can see you anywhere from up here, you are officially chaperoned from a distance. get panopticoned idiot. except my friend really is an idiot, and he didnt really get the whole 'now i dont have to third wheel so insanely hard with you guys' thing so he climbed up the tower too, and then his date followed behind him, so there are three people basically sitting together on top of a telephone pole.

and then they started making out.

i was close enough to hear it.

i didnt really know what to do so i was just kind of sitting there, dissociating, when some college kids came around and started shaking the tower. my friend's date went aaaaaaaaaa im afraid of heights :( and my friend went oh, dont worry, ill hold you tight ;) and i went hey, im gonna climb down and ask them to stop.

so i did climb down, and i did ask them to stop, and they flipped me off, which i wasnt even mad about. at that point i was i was like yeah, it would be weirder if this wasnt a mess. gods plan has been to fly this day like a 747 into my metaphorical twin towers and brother he is close enough for me to see him grinning through the cockpit window. still, eventually the college students got bored, so they climbed up the tower, which gave my friend and his date a window to climb down, and together we walked back to my car.

now, i cant explain why this is, but sitting back in the drivers seat was my carriage-back-into-a-pumpkin moment. i'd been chill about all the chaos, just rolling with the punches, but sitting down made me realize how much of a shitshow the day had been, and while i couldnt go back and fix all of it, i could go back and fix one thing.

so i told my friend and his date, hey, you two, stay here and don't do anything weird. don't. then i walked back to the rope tower, and i started picking up the shoes the college students had left at the base in order to climb.

about halfway through this, i realized that if i took all their shoes, they might think i was in it for the money, and i actually wanted them to know i was in it specifically to spite them. fuck those guys. so i put all the right shoes back, gave myself a 100 foot headstart, yelled "nice shoes, assholes", did a little jig, and started running.

my advice to everyone is that college students are faster than you think. even with the headstart, and the whole climb down the tower thing, i was still only fivish seconds ahead of them by the time i got to my car. i flung the door open, looked in the backseat, didnt see anyone, flung the stolen shoes in the backseat, heard two "ow"s, took that as proof of presence, jumped in and pealed out of the lot.

my friend and his date popped up a few seconds later. they were, uh, doing something weird in the back seat. my one request - obliterated.

they climbed up to ask where the hell all the shoes had come from, and i was like yeah i stole them from the college students, and they were like oh. cool. hope you had fun. and i was like, i did. i did. but speaking of fun, what were you doing back there?

and for the first time in my buddies life, i think he was actually embarassed.

[whosmariaaa]

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 !

college! sukuna was indeed head over heels. he couldn’t stop thinking about you. you and your attitude, the way you didn’t take his shit. and maybe the fact that you were playing hard to get.

you were actually not, because you did not want him at all, and you hated his guts more than anything. especially right now.

“are you actually being for real? sukuna, the project is due in a week! and you haven’t done shit! you told me you would!” you told him in irritation. though you were growing more stressed than irritated. this project was a really big part of your grade, and if this wasn’t done right, you were screwed.

he was looking at your face with a lazy grin, though you doubted he was paying attention to anything you were saying.

“uh huh, just chill out, y/n,” sukuna shrugged, unbothered.

“chill out? i’ve been working my ass off for my part of the project, and you haven’t done a single thing!” you rejoined.

he raised an eyebrow. “are you sure? cause i’ve seen your part of the project, and it’s fucking shit—“

SMACK!

heads turned at the loud noise, but you couldn’t possibly care less. “i’m so fucking done with you! get your shit together! you finish your part of the project in two days, or i’m kicking your ass out!” you snapped before storming out of the library.

sukuna held a hand on the cheek that was starting to go a little red from the hit he just took. he wasn’t angry, or irritated. he just watched you go with a slight smirk.

no one ever dared to hurt sukuna and get away with it. that man was menacing, and could get people begging on their knees quickly.

but you? he let you. honestly, you were the most entertainment he was getting since forever. every single little thing you did out of anger, only made his infatuation for you grow. sukuna loved the thrill he got out of you.

two days later, he told you he finished his part of the project. which took a whole lot of weight of your shoulders, because you were starting to grow grey hairs at this rate.

and honestly, something in you told you to trust him. he had phenomenal grades, after all. so, not until a few hours before the deadline did you decide to check his part of the project.

you regretted it. spelling mistakes, grammar errors, nothing on the paper made sense. it was genuinely terrible. and suddenly, you felt as if you were growing grey hairs again. you called sukuna for nth time that hour, but when it send you to voicemail once more, you took it on yourself to fix this crap.

you spend your entire evening and night in complete stress, trying to fix what you could. and you eventually had to send it in, due to the dead line nearing. anxiety was surging through you. but maybe, the professor took mercy on grading projects.

the next few days, you avoided him altogether. no matter what he did or said, you ignored him and kept walking. you were too anxious about the project’s results to even start a fight with him.

and when your grade finally came in, you wanted to die. a 49%. all that hard work, and for what? and on top of that, now you were failing this class too.

after class you confronted him, angrily. but you struggled to conceal how you really felt about all this. you felt like crying, but you kept it in.

“you look pissed. what’s up, baby?” sukuna asked, leaning down condescendingly.

“what the fuck do you think? maybe the 49% on our project? you said you did your part of the project!” you retorted furiously.

he scoffed, “so? i never said i was going to try. i told you to not expect me to give a shit, didn’t i?” he taunted.

sukuna wasn’t taking you seriously at all. he just looked down at you with his stupid, stupid smirk.

you felt your legs go a little wobbly. you felt like shit, actually. and right now, you couldn’t stop the tears either as they welled up in your eyes.

“you’re a piece of fucking shit, sukuna! i hate you so fucking much! fuck you!” you snapped, your voice breaking slightly.

sukuna went silent for a moment at the sight of the tears pooling in your eyes, “shit, baby. i didn’t think you’d care this much,” he replied, though his tone was slightly less mocking.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you wiped your tears and got out of there. you couldn’t deal with all this anymore. and definitely not with him right now.

sukuna just stood there, with a weird feeling bubbling in his stomach at seeing you cry. he was quiet, with his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“damn. what’cha do? cheat on her?” gojo chimed in, placing his hand on sukuna’s shoulder. but before gojo could react, he slammed him against the wall, and grabbed his collar.

“gojo, i told you to shut the fuck up about her. when the fuck are you going to get a hint? or should i beat the shit out of you first?” he threatened.

he felt himself get pushed off. “calm your ass down,” toji huffed. gojo just scratched his head. he was used to sukuna’s aggression, but not this kind of anger over a girl.

“whatever. watch what the fuck you say, gojo,” he warned firmly. gojo just shot his hands up in defence, “okay, okay. my bad. i won’t start talking about your girl again.”

sukuna’s eye twitched, but he sighed and just let it rest. he still felt like crap about you crying. he didn’t even know why, he made plenty girl cry before. but seeing you cry, made his heart feel heavy.

“fuck is wrong with you?” toji asked, though his tone was calm. sukuna stayed silent for a few moments.

“i fucked up,” he grumbled after a while. toji and gojo exchanged glances, not really sure what to do about all this. sukuna didn’t know either, and that made him feel even more shitty.

──★˙🍓̟!! hi babes!!!! thank you so so so much gor all the love, may God bless u all💞💞 and i’m so sorry i’m very busy with school rn i have a test week so pls forgive me if im a little slow w updates! ill also attempt to do a taglist in part 6, tysm for the patience!

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Yearning | Hiccup Haddock

Pairing: Hiccup Haddock x Reader Summary: You and Hiccup have been tangled in a messy, unspoken situationship for months. Friends, partners, lovers -- though neither of you will admit it out loud. It’s all late-night visits, stolen kisses, heated arguments that end in desperate touches. Neither of you brave enough to call it real. A new villager arrives on Berk. Confident. Charming. Interested in you. He doesn’t play games or hold back. He courts you openly, makes you laugh, gives you what Hiccup never had the courage to promise. Themes & Warnings: jealous!Hiccup, YEARNING I LOVE IT, Hiccup being not so nice sometimes, situationship, cursing, fist fighting, angry!Hiccup, did i say yearning??? love some good yearning, slight angst i guess

Hiccup had really tried for it to be Astrid. One would think it would’ve been easy. Astrid was gorgeous, kind, non-rebellious and respectful to her elders. She was well spoken, worked hard, and was approved of by Stoick. But, of course, just because everything in Hiccup’s life had to be difficult and unexpected, it was you. It was you that made Hiccup’s heart jump, it was you he couldn’t ignore, it was you that even Toothless preferred.

You, with your sharp tongue and sharper instincts. You, who questioned everything and didn’t flinch when he got loud. You, who somehow matched his chaos and made it feel like clarity. You, who challenged him and lit a fire in his chest he couldn’t smother, no matter how hard he tried.

You were reckless and brilliant. Stoick didn’t approve. That should’ve been enough to stop him. It wasn’t.

So you and Hiccup became a secret sort of thing. Something undefined. Something that shouldn’t exist, but kept existing anyway.

Late-night visits to your hut under the guise of dragon reports. Long walks that turned into longer arguments that turned into quiet, breathless moments where neither of you said what you really wanted. His hand brushing yours. His lips brushing your neck.

Never in public. Never discussed. Never claimed.

It wasn't that Hiccup wanted to keep it a secret. In fact, he didn't want it to happen in the first place. He wanted to be able to say with full conviction that what he was doing was the right thing, the right path. But he was doomed to do the most complicated and wrong thing, all the time, every day of his life. It had started with Toothless, then with you.

It was never supposed to happen like this.

That’s what Hiccup told himself every time.

Yet here he was again, pressed against you in the dim glow of the forge, your breath hot against his neck, his hands gripping your hips like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go.

(Maybe you would. Maybe that was the point.)

The argument had started hours ago, something stupid, something about dragon training techniques, something neither of you actually cared about. But it had escalated, as it always did, voices sharpening, bodies leaning in too close, tension coiling tighter and tighter until--

Snap.

His mouth crashed against yours.

No hesitation. No tenderness. Just heat, frustration, need.

You bit his lip. He groaned.

This was wrong.

Your back hit the workbench, tools clattering to the floor. His hands were under your tunic before he could think better of it, fingers tracing the scars he knew by heart -- the one from the Monstrous Nightmare burn, the thin line from a poorly executed axe throw.

"Gods," you hissed between kisses, "I can't stand you, Haddock."

His grip tightened, fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you closer.

"Liar," he growled against your mouth, voice rough with something between anger and want.

You laughed -- sharp, breathless -- and tangled your hands in his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him curse.

"Prove it," you challenged.

And he did.

His teeth grazed your throat, his hands mapping every inch of you like he was memorizing it, like he needed to. The forge was too hot, the air too thick, but neither of you cared. Not when his name was spilling from your lips like a prayer, not when your nails raked down his back, leaving marks he’d have to hide later.

It was reckless. It was messy.

When you were done, you quickly loosed your hair, rebraiding it so it looked just as it had when you came in. You ruffled your tunic, readjusting it, and you watched Hiccup do the same.

Wiping your eye makeup, you glanced at him again.

"We can't keep doing this."

Hiccup didn't answer, opting to pretend he didn't hear it. He always did this. He didn't want to acknowledge that it was an issue unless it was on his terms.

"It's a secret because you want it to be. But someone's gonna find us out sooner than later, Hiccup."

Your words hung in the air, sharp as the blade he'd been sharpening before this, before you, had derailed him completely.

Hiccup kept his back turned, fingers tightening around the edge of the workbench. The wood creaked under his grip.

"No one's going to find out," he said, too calm, too controlled.

You scoffed. "You don't know that."

"I do," he snapped, finally whirling to face you. His eyes burned, not with anger, not with frustration, but with something far more dangerous. "Because I make sure of it."

The silence that followed was thick, suffocating.

You crossed your arms. "That's not the point."

"Then what is the point?" His voice dropped, rough and raw. "What do you want me to say?"

I want you to choose me.

I want you to stop pretending this doesn't matter.

I want you to be as brave with me as you are with everything else.

But you didn't say any of that.

Instead, you straightened your shoulders and met his gaze, unwavering. "I want you to stop acting like this is nothing."

Hiccup flinched.

For a heartbeat, neither of you moved.

The forge door rattled.

You both stiffened.

"Hiccup?" Astrid's voice, sharp and impatient. "You in there? Your dad's looking for you."

Hiccup didn't take his eyes off you.

"Yeah," he called back, voice carefully even. "Be right there."

A pause. Then footsteps retreating.

You exhaled, slow and deliberate.

"We're not done," you muttered, brushing past him.

Hiccup caught your wrist.

For a second, just a second, his thumb traced the inside of your pulse point, soft, almost apologetic.

Then he let go.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "We never are."

And just like that, you were gone.

Leaving him standing there, alone, with the ghost of your touch still burning on his skin.

Oddly, after that, the two of you went days without another incident. You did your job, tending to dragons and making plans. And he did his. You barely spared each other a glance, just like normal, in fear that the others would connect the dots. You spoke when you had to, when your jobs overlapped and you had to work together.

Hiccup missed you, but he was content.

Until fucking Erik.

The moment that grinning, broad-shouldered outsider had stepped off his ship and looked at you, really looked at you, with that open, unashamed admiration, Hiccup had felt something ugly twist in his gut.

And then it got worse.

Because Erik didn’t hide it. Didn’t play games. Didn’t pretend.

He just… wanted you.

And you--

You let him.

Hiccup watched, jaw clenched, as Erik leaned in too close when he spoke to you, as he laughed at your jokes like they were the funniest thing he’d ever heard, as he touched you -- casual, easy, like it was allowed.

It was. That was the worst part.

Hiccup had never given you that. Had never claimed you, not even in the dark when it was just the two of them. He’d kissed you like a thief, like he was stealing something he had no right to.

And now Erik was here, giving you everything Hiccup had been too afraid to offer.

It burned.

Even Toothless hated it. He watched as you got to know Erik's dragon, running a hand down his pretty scales and scratching behind his ear.

Erik's dragon, Terror, was a Monstrous Nightmare, like the one you'd been attacked by so many years ago. But Erik didn't allow you to be afraid. He held the back of your hand as he helped you conquer your fear, allowing you to pet the monster in front of you, the dragon giving a puff of approving smoke.

Toothless's eyes flicked up to Hiccup's, a show of irritation. He grumbled in annoyance.

"I know, bud. Me too." Hiccup said, rolling his eyes.

The final straw came during the evening feast.

Erik had brought you a gift: a delicate silver pendant shaped like a dragon’s wing. "Saw it at the trader’s post," he said, grinning as he fastened it around your neck. "Reminded me of you."

You touched it, smiling in a way that made Hiccup’s chest ache. "It’s beautiful. Thank you."

Across the fire, Hiccup’s grip on his tankard turned white-knuckled. Toothless, curled beside him, let out a low, warning growl.

Astrid elbowed him. "You’re glaring."

"I’m not glaring," Hiccup muttered.

"You are," she said flatly. "And if you don’t stop, someone’s going to notice."

Hiccup didn’t care.

Because Erik was still touching you, his fingers lingering at the nape of your neck, his thumb brushing your collarbone. Casual. Easy. Allowed.

And then--

Then you leaned into it.

Something inside Hiccup snapped.

He stood abruptly, knocking over his drink.

Silence fell.

Every eye in the hall turned toward him.

You looked up, startled.

Hiccup didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just stared at you, his breath coming too fast, his pulse roaring in his ears.

For one endless second, your gazes locked, and he saw the flicker of something in your eyes. Challenge? Defiance?

Guilt?

Then Erik shifted, his arm sliding possessively around your shoulders.

Hiccup turned on his heel and walked out.

Toothless found him later, perched on the cliffs, staring at the sea.

The Night Fury nudged his shoulder with a whine.

"I know," Hiccup said hoarsely. "I know."

Toothless huffed, unimpressed.

Below them, they heard it. Your infectious giggle, a wild laugh and a splash. Hiccup's eyes dropped down, only to see you and Erik playing in the water by the dock.

Your braid was a mess, hair plastered to your forehead. He could see your beautiful e/c eyes from up there, the sun making them even brighter. Your under-clothes revealed your tanned skin.

Hiccup's breath caught in his throat.

You were glowing.

Erik said something, Hiccup couldn’t hear what, and you laughed again, head thrown back, the sound ringing across the water like music. Then Erik scooped you up, spinning you before tossing you back into the waves with a splash. You surfaced, gasping and grinning, shoving him back with a playful shriek.

It was easy.

It was right.

And it destroyed him.

Toothless let out a low, mournful croon, sensing the shift in Hiccup’s posture, the way his shoulders slumped, the way his grip on the cliff’s edge tightened until his knuckles turned white.

"She looks happy," Hiccup murmured, voice rough.

Toothless flicked his ear, unimpressed.

Hiccup swallowed hard. "Yeah, bud. I know I’m an idiot."

The Night Fury snorted, as if to say, Then do something about it.

But Hiccup just sat there, watching as Erik reached for you again, as you let him pull you close, as your fingers lingered on his arm --

Stop.

The word burned through him, sharp and sudden.

Stop pretending.

Stop running.

Stop letting her go.

Before he could second-guess himself, Hiccup pushed to his feet.

Toothless perked up immediately, tail lashing in anticipation.

"Yeah, yeah," Hiccup muttered, swinging onto the saddle. "Let’s go."

The Night Fury didn’t hesitate.

They dove.

Wind roared in Hiccup’s ears as Toothless streaked toward the docks, wings tucked tight, the sea blurring beneath them. You looked up just as they pulled out of the dive, skimming the water’s surface, close enough to send a wave crashing over Erik.

The man stumbled back, coughing.

You, however, stood perfectly still, staring at Hiccup with wide eyes, seawater dripping from your clothes.

Hiccup dismounted before Toothless had fully landed, boots hitting the dock with a thud.

Erik wiped his face, scowling. "What the hell, Haddock?"

Hiccup ignored him.

His gaze was locked on you.

"You ready to stop ignoring me?" He asked hoarsely, green eyes staring at you. You felt the heat from them warming your cool, dripping skin.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms.

"Ignoring you?" You said snidely, glaring at him. "Spending time with someone I matter to is ignoring you?"

Hiccup flinched like you'd struck him. The words cut deeper than any blade, and for a moment, he just stood there, jaw clenched, breath ragged, water from his dive still dripping from his hair.

Then he stepped closer. Close enough that you could see the flecks of gold in his stormy green eyes, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him despite your soaked clothes.

"You do matter to me," he said, voice rough. "You know that."

You scoffed, but your traitorous heartbeat stuttered. "Could've fooled me."

Before Hiccup could respond, Erik's hand met his shoulder, shoving him away from you. He didn't move far, but it was enough to redirect his attention to the man that had captured yours. Toothless growled, claws digging into the dirt, but Hiccup gave him a calming glance.

Erik's grip tightened on Hiccup's shoulder, his voice low and dangerous. "Leave her alone, Haddock. She doesn't want--"

Hiccup's eyes flashed, something wild and untamed sparking in their depths. For a split second, you saw the dragon rider in him, the warrior who had faced down legends and won.

Then his fist connected with Erik's jaw.

The crack echoed across the docks.

Erik crumbled to the ground, pain spreading along his face, blood dripping from his lip. Hiccup did nothing but look down on him, face disinterested as if he was a discarded piece of trash.

Erik held his bleeding face, looking up at Hiccup in surprise.

"You son of a--"

Hiccup cut him off.

"Get out of here. You had your time with her, it's my turn."

"Haddock, I swear--"

"Go. Now."

Erik, rather than taking his chances on someone he'd completely underestimated, climbed up from the dirt while eyeing your horrified expression. With one last glare, he turned to walk away.

Then he stopped and turned back.

"What would your father think about the new chief, Hiccup?"

Hiccup's entire body went rigid. A shadow passed over his face, darker than any storm cloud. The air around him seemed to crackle with barely restrained fury.

You saw the exact moment Erik realized he'd crossed a line he couldn't come back from.

Toothless let out a warning growl, his spines rising along his back.

Hiccup took one step forward -- slow, deliberate. Then another.

Erik stumbled back.

"My father," Hiccup said, his voice terrifyingly calm, "would have thrown you off this dock and let the Scauldrons have you by now."

Erik paled.

Hiccup didn't touch him. Didn't need to. His gaze alone was enough to make Erik swallow hard.

"But I'm not my father," Hiccup continued, tilting his head slightly. "So I'll give you one last chance. Walk away. And if I ever see you near her again--" He paused, letting the threat hang in the air.

Erik didn't wait for the rest. He turned and fled, his boots pounding against the wooden planks.

Silence settled over the docks.

Hiccup exhaled sharply, his shoulders slumping slightly. Then he turned to you, his expression shifting from cold fury to something softer -- something uncertain.

You stared at him, heart pounding.

He opened his mouth, then closed it. Ran a hand through his hair.

"I, uh... probably shouldn't have done that," he muttered.

You nodded, looking out over the horizon.

"Probably not. Stoick doesn't even like me, and you're tarnishing your chiefly reputation by fighting my.. Whatever he was." You hummed.

Hiccup stepped closer, his boots scuffing against the worn dock planks. "My dad didn't like me much either at first," he said quietly. "Took him a while to see what was right in front of him."

You turned to face him, the sea breeze tugging at your damp clothes. "And what's that?"

"That sometimes the things that test us the most are the only things that make sense."

You softened for a moment. Then you turned away again.

"Erik will probably never speak to me again. Or even look at me," You snorted. "You've made sure of that."

Hiccup's jaw tightened, but his voice was surprisingly gentle when he spoke.

"Good."

You whipped your head around to glare at him, but the intensity in his gaze stopped you cold. The setting sun painted his profile in gold, highlighting the stubborn set of his jaw, the way his fingers flexed at his sides like he was physically restraining himself from reaching for you.

"You think I care about Erik?" Hiccup continued, eyes locked onto you. "You think I care about anyone else’s opinion when it comes to you?"

The wind carried the salt spray between you, the dock creaking beneath your feet.

"You did. You hid me, Hiccup."

Hiccup squeezed his eyes shut like he was in physical pain. For a long long moment, he just stood there.

Then he closed the distance between you in two quick strides. His hands came up to cradle your face, calloused thumbs brushing your cheeks.

"I was scared," he admitted, voice raw. "And stupid. So, so stupid."

You nodded, a watery smile on your face. The honesty and transparency for the first time in months made tears well up in your eyes.

"Yeah. You are pretty stupid."

Hiccup let out a choked laugh, his own eyes suspiciously bright. "Astrid did warn me I was being an idiot."

His thumbs brushed away the tears trailing down your cheeks, his touch unbearably gentle.

"But I'm done hiding," he whispered. "Done pretending. If the whole village has to watch me lose my mind over you, then so be it."

You sniffled, looking up at him through wet eyelashes.

"Really?"

"Really." He nodded passionately, stroking your cheek again.

Leaning in, he pressed a long kiss to your forehead, savoring the feeling of your skin on his. Then, he wiped the tears from under your eyes gently.

"I love you." He admitted, eyes shining with the final freedom of being able to admit it.

You beamed.

You let out a shaky laugh, your fingers curling into the fabric of his tunic. "Better late than never, Haddock."

He laced his fingers into yours, tugging you a little bit.

You stumbled, following him.

"Where are we going?"

He smiled in amusement.

"To see my dad. No more hiding, right?"

Hiccup's hand was warm and sure in yours as he led you through the village, his stride purposeful. The evening torches flickered to life around you, casting dancing shadows across his determined expression.

You squeezed his fingers. "You're serious about this? Right now?"

He didn't slow down. "Should've done it years ago," he said, throwing you a lopsided grin over his shoulder that made your heart stutter.

As you neared the Great Hall, your steps faltered. "Hiccup, wait--what if he--"

Hiccup turned abruptly, cradling your face in his hands. "Then we'll face it together," he said firmly. His thumbs traced your cheekbones. "I'm proud that it's you. We have nothing to be ashamed of."

You took a deep breath, nodding against his palms.

The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall loomed before you. Hiccup gave your hand one last reassuring squeeze before pushing them open with his free hand.

The warmth and noise of the evening feast spilled out - the clatter of tankards, boisterous laughter, the scent of roasted meat and ale. But as you stepped inside behind Hiccup, the lively atmosphere seemed to freeze in place.

Every head turned. Conversations died mid-sentence. Even the serving wenches paused with their trays.

At the high table, Stoick set down his tankard with a heavy thud. The firelight reflected in his piercing gaze as it traveled from your joined hands up to Hiccup's determined face.

"Well," Stoick's voice boomed through the silent hall, "it's about damn time."

Hiccup's shoulders relaxed slightly. "So... you're not angry?"

Stoick snorted, stroking his beard. "Angry? Boy, I've been waiting months for you to stop moping." He raised his tankard in your direction. "I wasn't sure about the lass at first, but.. She's good at keeping you alive, whether she's trouble or not." He teased.

A ripple of laughter spread through the hall. You felt Hiccup's fingers tighten around yours as he shot back, "She's more than capable - she's been putting up with me this long, hasn't she?"

Astrid's voice rang out from the warriors' table, "And doing a better job of it than the rest of us!"

As the hall erupted in good-natured cheers and toasts, Stoick gestured you forward. "Come then, don't just stand there. Let's have a proper look at the woman who finally tamed my stubborn son."

Hiccup leaned close as you walked, his breath warm against your ear. "Told you it would be fine."

You elbowed him gently. "You were the one hiding me."

"My fault," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your temple that drew another round of cheers from the assembled Vikings.

And as you took your place beside Hiccup at the high table - not hidden in shadows, but proudly at his side - you realized this was where you'd always belonged. The warmth of the hall, the boisterous singing, the weight of Hiccup's arm around your shoulders - it all felt like coming home.

[ccupcakeyss]

𓍢   t    ׅ   ⬞  HE PUNCHED A WHAT NOW?

SUMMARY: feeling tired, you decide to stay at home whilst toji takes your toddler, megumi, to the park. however, a little... incident happens at the park.

WC: 631

NOTES: oh wholesome dad toji u will be missed💔 not proofread, also kinda outta character... ANYWAYS ENJOY!!

You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in your favorite blanket, sipping tea and trying not to fall asleep upright. Exhaustion hit you like a truck lately, and your body wasn’t taking no for an answer today.

Toji noticed the bags under your eyes as soon as you shuffled out of the bedroom, and he’d immediately knelt down, rubbing your calves and murmuring, “You need rest. Let me take 'Gumi out for a while. Go lie down.”

So you did. You trusted him. (Mostly.)

Toji packed a tiny backpack for Megumi — snacks, a juice box, wet wipes he probably wouldn’t use — and scooped the boy up under his arm like a sack of potatoes.

“Ready to cause problems on purpose?” Toji grinned.

Megumi beamed. “YEAH!”

You just sighed and waved from the couch. “Don’t let him jump off anything taller than he is!”

“No promises.”

⸺

At the park…

It was going fine. Megumi was stomping through mulch like it owed him money, going down the slide with his arms in the air like a tiny daredevil. Toji leaned back on a bench, one leg up, smirking every time a kid got annoyed that his son kept cutting the line.

That is, until another dad stormed up to him — red-faced, puffed up like an angry pigeon in a polo shirt.

“Your kid punched my son,” the man snapped. “I watched it happen. That kind of behavior’s unacceptable.”

Toji raised a brow, chewing on a toothpick he didn’t remember putting in his mouth. “Punched him, huh?”

“Yes!” the man snapped. “He was playing just fine until—”

“Papa!” Megumi came running up, completely unbothered, tiny fists pumping as he sprinted to his dad’s side. “That guy’s talking about me!”

Toji looked down. “Did you punch a kid, Megumi?"

“Yup,” Megumi replied, very proudly. “He was hogging the slide! Wouldn’t let anyone go down, so I hit him in the arm. Like this—” He did a little demonstration punch in the air, nodding solemnly.

Toji choked.

The other dad gasped like a Victorian woman fainting at a scandal.

Toji turned slowly to the man and smirked. “There you have it. Slide-hogging solved. That’s my boy.”

“Are you serious?! He assaulted—”

“Oh, calm down,” Toji muttered. “He’s five, not in the mafia.”

“Don’t you discipline your child?”

Toji stood up to his full height.

The man took one step back immediately.

“I do,” Toji said, his voice low and calm, “when he does something wrong.”

And with that, he scooped Megumi back under his arm again, grabbed the backpack, and walked off toward the car like nothing happened.

Megumi giggled the whole way.

“Did you see his face, Papa?”

“I saw it, little man. Classic.”

⸺

Back at home…

You were feeling a little more rested when they got back, sitting up with a soft smile as your boys walked in.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you greeted, reaching for Megumi, who immediately clambered into your lap, kicking off his shoes in the process.

“Hi Mama!! Guess what!!”

You kissed his cheek. “What?”

“I punched a kid!!”

.

.

.

You blinked. “You what?"

Megumi giggled. “At the park! He wouldn’t let me down the slide so I went pow!” He demonstrated again, like a little anime character, complete with sound effects.

You slowly turned your head toward your husband.

“Toji.”

Toji froze mid-stretch.

“…Megumi, we talked about this,” he sighed, rubbing his temples. “You weren’t supposed to tell Mama.”

You stared at him. “You told him not to tell me?!”

“He was hogging the slide!” Toji argued. “What do you want from me?! The kid was being a little brat.”

“Toji!”

Megumi smiled proudly, “Papa said it was ‘situational justice.’”

“Oh my God.”

Toji just grinned sheepishly. “Hey. At least we know he’s got good aim.”

[paucubarsisimp]

We need more angst with Lando Norris😝 (no ideas though..) love your work❤️‼️

the breaking point

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: in which lando and you have been drifting apart, until one night everything comes crashing down.

warnings: emotional abuse, near physical abuse, angst, asshole lando

a/n: not the best but i hope you like it ml <33

you knew something was wrong before he even opened his mouth.

the door slammed harder than usual. his footsteps were louder. heavier. like he wanted the whole house to feel the weight of him. his keys hit the counter with a clang, and you winced from the kitchen, hands still trembling from lighting the candles.

you told yourself maybe he’d be happy. surprised. touched, even. maybe this would help.

but the second he walked in and saw the table — two plates, candles, soft music playing low — you knew.

“what the fuck is this?”

his voice cut like a knife.

you turned, forcing a small smile. “i made dinner.”

he stared at it, at you, with open disgust. “why?”

your smile faltered. “we haven’t had a night together in a while. i just thought—”

“jesus christ,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “i told you i was going out tonight.”

“you said you might,” you said, quiet. “i didn’t think—”

“you didn’t think,” he snapped, pointing at you. “exactly. you never fucking think.”

your breath caught.

“i’ve had the worst week of my life and i walk into this? some romantic little setup like you think lighting a few candles is gonna fix everything?” he laughed — cold, joyless. “god, it’s like you live in your own fucking fantasy world.”

you tried to stay calm. “i’m just trying to spend time with you. to talk.”

“talk about what?” he sneered. “how i’ve been distant? how you ‘feel like i’m pulling away’? how maybe, if you cry enough, i’ll say the words you want to hear?”

you blinked fast. “why are you being so cruel?”

“because you make me cruel,” he said, stepping forward. “you push and push and cling and beg and then act surprised when i finally break.”

you swallowed. “i love you. i’m trying.”

“don’t,” he said sharply. “don’t say that like it’s noble. you’re not loving me. you’re drowning me.”

your lips parted, but the words got stuck.

he shook his head, angry now, spiraling. “you used to be… fuck, i don’t know. someone. now you’re just this shell. always waiting around for me like a kicked dog, hoping i’ll pat your head. it’s pathetic.”

your hands clenched at your sides. “i’ve given everything to this.”

“yeah, well, maybe you gave the wrong things,” he snapped. “because i don’t want this. i don’t want you. not like this.”

you looked down. “then why stay?”

“because it was easier than dealing with your meltdown if i left.”

that one hurt. worse than the rest.

and he knew it. he saw the way your shoulders dropped. the way your lips trembled.

and still — he didn’t stop.

“you think making pasta and lighting candles is gonna fix what’s broken?” he laughed again, meaner this time. “you think a meal makes me forget how fucking tired i am of this?”

you tried to hold the tears back. “please don’t talk to me like this.”

“why not?” he said, louder. “maybe if i say it enough times you’ll finally get it — i’m not in love with you anymore.”

you stepped back like he’d slapped you.

and maybe he noticed that. or maybe he didn’t care.

but something in him snapped too.

his voice got louder. harsher. like he wanted to hurt you now.

“you’re too much. too emotional. too needy. too fucking exhausting. you think love means trapping someone in this house with you and your endless fucking feelings? i can’t breathe when i’m around you. i hate coming home now.”

“stop,” you whispered.

he kept going.

“i’m out there every day trying to hold my life together and you’re in here playing house, pretending this is something it’s not. grow up.”

“please,” you said, voice cracking.

and then he moved.

quick. angry. a sharp step forward — his arm lifting before you could even process it.

and you flinched.

hard.

your whole body tensed, like the blow was inevitable. like your skin was already bracing for it.

his hand stopped mid-air.

everything froze.

your breathing was fast. panicked. eyes wide, tears falling freely now as you backed into the counter like it could protect you.

his face — it changed in an instant.

from rage to horror.

his arm dropped.

“oh my god,” he whispered, taking a step back. “oh my god, no.”

you couldn’t speak. you were shaking too hard.

he looked at his hands like he didn’t recognize them. like they didn’t belong to him.

“i wasn’t gonna—fuck. fuck.” he backed up again, stumbling like he’d been punched. “i wasn’t gonna hit you. i swear. i—baby—”

you let out a sob, and that broke him.

“no, no, please,” he said, rushing forward — not to yell, not to grab — but to fall to his knees in front of you.

“please don’t be scared of me,” he begged, arms around your waist, face pressed into your stomach. “i didn’t mean it. i didn’t mean any of it. i was angry, i was fucked up, i was… i don’t know who that was.”

you didn’t move.

he looked up. and his face — it wasn’t angry now. it was broken. desperate. wrecked.

“you flinched,” he said, voice cracking. “i made you flinch.”

you nodded, tears streaming down.

he reached up slowly, trembling. “can i hold you?”

you collapsed into him.

his arms wrapped around you instantly, strong and shaky and careful. he pulled you into his lap on the floor like you weighed nothing, cradling you like something fragile.

you were sobbing now. full-body, gasping sobs that shook you to your core.

and he held you through all of it.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered over and over again, his lips brushing your hair. “i’m so sorry, baby. my sweet girl. my heart. i didn’t mean it. any of it.”

you gripped his shirt like it was the only thing anchoring you to earth.

he kissed your temple, your cheek, your jaw — desperate, gentle kisses like he was trying to erase everything he’d said with touch.

“you didn’t deserve that,” he whispered. “i let everything build and i took it out on you. and i almost—fuck. i almost crossed a line i can never take back.”

you buried your face in his neck.

“you scared me,” you whispered.

his breath hitched. “i know. i know, baby. i’ll never forgive myself for that.”

you stayed there, wrapped up in him on the kitchen floor, surrounded by candlelight and cold food and a million shattered pieces.

but somehow, the silence now… it felt different.

softer.

“i love you,” he said, voice shaking. “i haven’t said it enough. not lately. not like this. but i do. so fucking much it kills me.”

you looked at him through wet lashes. “then don’t hurt me like that again.”

his eyes were red. “never. never again.”

and in that moment, with your face pressed against his chest, his heart pounding wild and terrified beneath your ear, you believed him.

maybe not forever.

maybe not perfectly.

but right now — here, in the wreckage of it all — he was yours again.

and you were his.

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[currrentfixations]

piece by piece — ahn suho

pairing: ahn suho x fem!reader

genre: sorta angsty but not really? idk tbh

word count: 1.7k words

note: i know suho’s in a private room but let's pretend he got shifted to a shared room after he woke up for the sake of the fic 🫡

masterlist!

you were still able to recall the day you were admitted to the hospital. it felt as though you were floating outside of your body, watching the doctors wheel you into the surgery room.

you vividly remembered when the words, "i'm afraid you won't be able to play volleyball anymore" were spoken to you. you were heartbroken. volleyball had been your life, a core part of your identity — it basically was your identity.

at the age of 12 — with a pair of braces, a lisp, and an awful haircut — you ran to your mother. you had a dream, you had become an olympic volleyball player and won a gold medal.

after that day, you began attending volleyball club, you joined your schools team, and whenever you had free time you'd always be seen with a volleyball in your hand. you did anything and everything you could to improve your skills. and you had, you'd become one of the top players in your area and captain of haedong high's volleyball team.

6 years, 6 whole years you had devoted to the sport. and one wrong move during a game made it all go down the drain.

now you were here, at sungang university hospital. you sat on the edge of your bed, facing the window. the sun was gleaming through, hurting your already tear-ridden eyes.

your brain kept replaying flashbacks of your injury. the dive. the moment. the pain. you couldn't do this, you had to get out of here. you felt confined.

you were pulled out of your spiral suddenly when you heard the curtain surrounding your bed being pulled. turning around you saw a boy. a boy with jet black hair and bangs that were almost too long, threatening to poke his eyes.

wiping away your tears, you spoke up.

"can i help you?" the boy stared back at you with wide eyes, still processing what was happening. he looked your age — he was probably your age, if not a year older.

"oh. sorry." he smiled, lifting his hand up, continuing to stare at you.

"it's okay. can you please close the curtain?" it was embarrassing that he'd seen you crying so you quickly accepted his apology. you turned back around, expecting him to close the curtain and leave.

"i'm suho." he introduced himself. any other time, you would have gotten angry and screamed to be left alone. but this could be good, this could be a distraction.

"hi suho. i'm ___." you spoke quietly.

"sorry about disturbing you. i was moved into this room and i wasn't told that there was someone else here."

you were glad that you were sharing the room with someone else after being alone for almost a week. the silence had been suffocating, and the emptiness made it feel like there was no end to your isolation. but now, with someone else's presence — even if they were a stranger — the room felt livelier. hearing suho's voice, the rustling of his hospital gown, made you feel like you weren't completely trapped in your head anymore.

"that's okay." you offered him a polite smile, hoping it didn't look forced.

you didn't know how to continue, how were you supposed to make small talk in a place like this. it wasn't like you could just ask what he was in the hospital for. it would be too awkward. you had already tried it during your first week, in the courtyard.

it was like an unspoken rule, you'd exchange reasons with people, then apologise to one another even though your injury had nothing to do with them and their injury had nothing to do with you. you'd bond over the pain and hurt for a moment and then that's where it would end. you didn't expect anything more, after all a hospital wasn't exactly the place to make friends.

"so... why are you here?" suho ripped off the bandaid and just asked. his eyes curious but calm, like he wasn't afraid to get uncomfortable.

the question hung in the air, the silence and his eyes on you made you feel like you had to answer. sensing your discomfort, suho broke the silence.

"you don't have to answer if you don't want to." he gave you an understanding smile, recognising you probably wouldn't want to tell someone you met five minutes the reason you were in the hospital.

you cleared your throat. this had been the most conversation you'd had in the past few days.

"um. i tore my right rotator cuff and had to get surgery." as the words exited your mouth, the flashbacks began again. the dive, the split-second you reached out, the loud thud as your shoulder hit the floor, and the searing pain that shot through you.

"what about you?" you asked, trying to distract yourself. your eyes wandered down to his wheelchair. maybe a leg injury?

suho racked his brain, trying to find something similar to say. he knew if he brought up that he was in a coma for the past two years, you'd feel guilty. the last thing he wanted was to make you feel like your injury wasn't enough to be sad about.

it was a common theme amongst other patients. he would tell them he recently woke up from a two-year coma and they would awkwardly laugh, brushing off their injury and joking about how they shouldn't feel bad about the reason they were in hospital.

it made him feel guilty. suho understood that they were just trying to lighten the mood but he could see through it. he didn't want their sympathy, not like this. it made him feel like he was the reason they couldn't be honest about their struggles.

"suho?"

snapping his eyes back up at you, suho watched as you intently waited for his answer. something about the way you looked at him made him feel seen, like you would understand him, like you wouldn't brush off your own injury by making a joke of it. like you wouldn't remind him of how much had slipped away while he was unconscious.

"i woke up from a coma two weeks ago."

you stared at suho for a few moments, unsure what you should say. comforting people wasn't exactly your strongest suit.

"why are you in a wheelchair?" your mouth moved before your brain could think about what to say. great. you could've said literally anything else but that's what you went with.

suho blinked at you, slightly shocked and slightly relieved. he began to laugh as you hurriedly apologised, trying to explain that wasn't what you had meant.

"it's okay. i can walk if that's what you're curious about. but i'm still pretty weak so until i get my muscle strength back i need the wheelchair."

"oh. how long.. were you in... a coma for?" you asked, your voice soft. you hoped it didn't come off as if you were prying.

"two years. it felt like two minutes, isn't that crazy?" suho tried to be humorous to uplift the mood.

"that must've been hard." you reciprocated the understanding smile he had given you earlier.

you were giving suho the same sympathy he'd received from other patients but something felt different. you weren't awkward, you were relaxed. like this topic, genuinely, wasn't making you uncomfortable.

"but hey at least i'm alive." suho shrugged, giving you a half-smile. but you could see the sadness behind his eyes.

"sorry if i made it weird. i didn't mean to bring up anything uncomfortable. this is the most social interaction i've had in the past week."

"it's okay." suho assured you. it'd felt nice for him to talk about it without feeling guilty. "if you don't mind me asking, you had been crying when i came in, are you okay?"

"oh, yeah —" suho's presence had made you forget all about that.

"— my injury has been a bit tough on my mental health because i had to give up something i've loved for a long time." you grimaced, just because this was the most social interaction you'd had in a while doesn't mean you had to overshare.

"that sounds... rough." suho didn't press for more details, and you were glad he didn't. you weren't ready to get into the details, not yet.

"i didn't think my injury was bad enough that i would have to give up volleyball but that's why i'm not a doctor —" you winced at your poor attempt to crack a joke. "i thought i'd be okay, but i guess i hadn't realised how much volleyball was a part of me."

"i get that. it's normal to feel like you lost a part of yourself." you looked at suho, shocked at how much his words resonated with you.

"i feel like i'm me but i'm not." those words hit suho hard. he knew all too well what that felt like. he was 18 now but he still felt like his 16-year-old self. he felt stuck, like he had been left behind while everyone moved forward.

"i get that too. i feel like the 16-year-old version of me, but that's not me anymore. and i think it'll take time for me, for us to learn and figure out who we are now."

your heart broke for him. he'd been so young. two years, gone just like that. you hadn't realised you were crying until you felt teardrops land on your hospital pants, darkening the fabric in uneven patches.

"hey. why are you crying?"

you shook your head, wiping away your tears. clearing your throat, you apologised. every emotion was hitting you at once.

"thanks.. it helps, talking about it." you confessed, it was so easy to talk to him. what was it about him — a complete stranger — that made you feel safe.

maybe it was the fact that he was your age, or maybe it was the fact that he had no expectations for you. because he wasn't here just waiting for you to get over it and be okay again.

"i should be thanking you. this was better than the therapy sessions i have to go to."

you let out a soft giggle.

"let's make a deal, i'll help you discover a new passion if you help me catch up on teenage experiences i've missed." suho extended his hand out for you to shake.

you shuffled down the bed, shaking his hand. letting out a hearty laugh, you accepted. suho smiled to himself, he watched as your eyes crinkled and you threw your head back. he felt accomplished for finally making you laugh.

you took back what you said before, you could make friends in a hospital. and you think you just made your first friend.

for @chescaandion who requested it 😊

[sirxlla]

On Your Period (Batboys)

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Dick: You and Dick were out and about at the mall while you both did a bit of splurging, got lunch, made some Build A Bears for eachother...Dick saw blood on your pants as you bent over to check out the little trinkets in this next shop. He said nothing, just took his sweater off and wrapped it around your waist. Naturally, you turnd around gave him a questioning look so his whispered in your ear.

"Honey, you might wanna check your pants." His hands gently massaged your hips, he knew when cycle was every month so he had extra pants, panties and pads/tampons in his Jeep.

"Oh, my god." The embarressment shone in your voice but his hands on you hips helped soothe the sinking feeling.

"It's okay, let me pay for this and you head to the restroom. We can shop still if you'd like after." He spoke so sweetly and so kindly, Dick pulled out his wallet and picked up the item you'd been debating on wanting for the last half hour.

"Go...I got this, Sweet Girl." His blue eyes peered into the depth of yours with soft reassurance before you went to go check your pants.

Jason: You huffed and grumbled as he fixed his bike, handing him a torque wrench. You grumbled again and his green eyes shot up after hearing the noise over and over.

"Angel, what's got you huffing and puffing like a damn steam train?" He asks cause he's tired of hearing you groaning.

"I'm hungry, Jay!" You whined as you watched him tighten.

"I love you but quit bitching and get some food." You were hangry, he could tell. Jason grabbed his phone and handed it to you.

"Order something...and get me something too." He got up and washed his hands as you ordered food.

"All you had to do was ask to use my card, Babygirl." He came back over to you and hoisted you over his shoulder to carry you to his room. Jason placed you on the bed and plugged in your heating pad.

"I can do it myself, Jay." You felt bad for him doing all this and paying for your food.

"Shut up and relax." He demanded as his hands found your lower abdomen as he massaged the sore area, between his hands and the warm pad he had you feeling a lot better.

Once the food got there, the both of you scarfed it down, with food in your belly you were much less grouchy and much more tired. Jason laid with you and the both of you took a nap, he could use it from this tireless patrols and you for obvious reasons.

Strong and firm hands kept rubbing at your sore and angry abdomen as the both of you slipped off to a relaxing nap.

Bruce: Bruce wasnt good with periods and such. He often found himself in his own little world normally, saving Gotham and playing Billionare wasnt easy but he saw how much you shifted in your seat during the Wayne Enterprises board meeting.

Being his assistant was usually nice but right now it was hell listening to men talk about stocks and figuratively compare wallets to try to gain favor of the man you love.

He wasnt interested mostly in their shit and before you knew it, Bruce quietly excused you and quietly told you to get whatever you needed from the little period bag he had in his office, take ibuprofen and maybe a nap. You were about to disagree when he cut you off...

"Now, Mr. L/N." He demanded, Bruce was always formal with you when others were around due to being only his "employee." Bruce had to stay in the meeting as a formality, you knew that.

You were gonna disagree to his order but he wasnt gonna budge, plus your back was aching, your cramps could put Doomsday out of commision so you went to his office. Finding yourself heating up the warming bad then took pain meds and took a nap.

Bruce returned an hour later and covered you up with a blanket, his hands slipped to your heels and slowly took them off, his fingers moved to your waist and unzipped your skirt slightly at the top to relieve some pressure before he got back to answering emails and such.

Tim: You had got up and didnt even notice the blood you'd left on his sheets due to the feeling of blood in your shorts, Your eyes shot open as you bolted to the bathroom with embarressment to wash out the shorts and to hope blood didn't drip down your thighs.

Tim's eyes slowly opened and he noticed the blood. It was normal, he knew that so he started cleaning it up immediately after you got out of bed. Blood was blood and he wasnt squeamish in the slight. He'd had your spit and throw up on him, blood was nothing.

Tim popped on a pot of coffee for himself, got you new panties, sleep pants and a shirt cause changing fully sometimes just felt better and fresher, Pajamas of course. Tim knew every womans wants to be comfy during her period.

Tim knocked on the bathroom door and asked to come in, you said yes. He barely cracked it open to hand you clothes which made your eyes well up a bit because he did it without even needing to be asked, you hadn't even gotten the chance to think about needing these. He did it on his own... He closed the door and returned to the room where he stripped the bed and cleaned the previous, they were spotless by the time he was done.

He then got the stache of candy he had for you out of the cabinets, then the little plushie that went in the microwave for your cramps. Tim was always secretly prepared and swift in the way he tool care of you and did it like a cake walk in the park.

Damian: "Dami, Can you pick me up pads/tampons?" You had ran out and the period underwear you did have were overly uncomfy, you had meant to new pairs last month but forgot.

"Okay." He texted as he normally did when you responded but it was almost a automated reponse he had.

"Okay? You don't even know what size and brand etc." You asked via text.

"Okay." He texted back, he was clearly busy but you really needed pads or something so you called him.

"Hello?" He was out of breath and clearly punching and kicking someone.

"I need pads or something, please get some on the way home." You pleaded with him.

"Okay, Y/N." He responded as his mind was currently on something else...Of course he didnt buy any before coming home. You went out to him to get him cause these underwear were pinching you.

"What?" He noticed the look in your eye like you were looking for something and he didnt know what so he spoke in a confused tone.

"Pads, tampons, anything?" You were clearly so desperate and uncomfortable.

"Oh, I- Beloved, I got wrapped up in things. I can go out and get you some." He remembered you saying something but it went in and out his ears. Damian actually sounded sorry but you werent in the mood for Damian's apologies.

You padded down to Tim's room to ask for some, for Tim being more into dudes most of the time he sure was prepared for if he ever had a girl over. Damian broufht you home chocolate and flowers the next day and from then on always made sure the bathroom stayed stocked after that also he made sure to recheck his texts on his way home for if you needed something.

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[bluem1lls]

HEAR ME OUT!!!! se-mi with comphet reader (angst) 😈😈😈

✧₊⁺ you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

se-mi x fem!reader

✦ synopsis: you're so used to this perfect life. your career and your boyfriend. and it's miserable but is comfortable as it can be. until you met her, and now you'll have to spend the rest of your life waking up to be nothing more than his girlfriend, thinking about her saying "i told you so".

content: angst, comphet! reader, se-mi falls for thano's 'straight' girlfriend

authors note: thank you for the request! clearly inspired by good luck babe by chappell roan because i love to suffer jsjdfkfkj, i hope you like it! im sorry ive been posting more short stuff, the week is vvv rough on me with work but ill do everything i can to not stop posting! even if its a small work

✧₊⁺ your boyfriend was acting weird. i mean, he's a man. the first thing that came to mind was 'he's cheating'

✧₊⁺ if the bastard was cheating you would kill him. it was enough that he used both of your savings to place them in bitcoin, and of course.. lost it all.

✧₊⁺ and you forgave him about that (kinda) but cheating? yeah no. you didn't wanted to be like one of those actresses with a cheating boyfriend everyone knew about.

✧₊⁺ so when you decided to follow him a random night and a man invited you to play a game, you were all against it.

✧₊⁺ you were a prestigious actress for god's sakes.

✧₊⁺ "oh. i thought you wanted to know where your boyfriend was heading?"

your eyes widen. what was this? some hooker shit? a betting house?

fine. you needed to find out where he is.

✧₊⁺ of course you ended joining the game to see where your boyfriend was. you dumbass.

✧₊⁺ waking up in a room full of strangers, was sure an.. experience.

✧₊⁺ confused, you stood up. where was your stupid boyfriend and why was he here?

✧₊⁺ "thanos?" i called him, scared. "baby?"

✧₊⁺ as you saw a group of people gathering around a very familiar voice, your fear turned into anger. you ran, pushing everyone sorrounding him.

✧₊⁺ "are you kidding me? this is where you got in? you fucking idiot" i hit his arm as he stared wide eyed at me.

"b-baby what are you doing here?" he chuckled nervous. "you should go home, this is not safe-"

"i wish! but you know, i was following you thinking you were cheating but what the fuck is this? did you lost more money? why are you here-"

"well, i came to win back the money we lost, dont worry baby. when i win this we'll be free!"

i can't believe this.

✧₊⁺ as you turned around to fumble alone, a girl touched your shoulder.

"oh my god, you're the actress on my favorite tv show! can i get a picture"

oh god. here too?

with the best fake smile, you nodded, and suddenly, the same crowd that was sorrounding thanos was now admiring you.

✧₊⁺ there was no doubt that after the first game you wanted to kill him.

"we die!? you brought us to a place where we fucking die if we dont pass the games!?" i screamed at him

"chill baby... youre making a scene. remember that people are watching"

"well, who cares? theyre probably going to die in like two days! just like us you idiot"

✧₊⁺ but just like that you kept playing with your... lovely boyfriend. and his new best friend apparently. god you needed a girl in here. you missed your girlfriends.

so indeed, your boyfriend got you a girl.

✧₊⁺ "i got you a friend so you can stop being... so angry all the time. enjoy life babe, this is a one time experience"

the second game was about to start, we needed two people more in our group.

i was about to punch him as i looked at her.

oh.

✧₊⁺ "hi..i'm-" hello? why was my brain shutting down?

"i know. i think everyone here knows apparently" she plays with her piercing lip, smiling.

✧₊⁺ that made you so nervous???? she got you smiling and twirling your hair??

oh you haven't felt like this in.. so long.

✧₊⁺ so yeah, with every game and her being the only girl (besides you) in the group, you two got close.

like.. way too close.

✧₊⁺ holding hands, protecting eachother, laughing together. you spent more time with her than with your own boyfriend.

✧₊⁺ in your defense, every single minute with her felt... like something you never experienced with him.

✧₊⁺ "why are you still with thanos if you think he's stupid?" she said, rolling her eyes and manspreading besides me, while i kept complaining about my boyfriend.

"he's nice.. he really is"

"you hate him, i dont think is normal to hate your boyfriend you know?"

✧₊⁺ you knew. but what else can you do?

you told her. she knew all abouth how your parents raise you to be this perfect actress, with her perfect husband.

and you already let them down with the 'perfect husband'. you can't disappoint them again.

✧₊⁺ so when her touch made you sigh, when she caressed your hair as you stared into her eyes, when she held your hand to feel you close in every game, trying to protect you more than your boyfriend ever did, or when she whispered sweet nothing's to your ear, making you shiver, all you could do was ignore it.

✧₊⁺ of course, when she realized that it was stupid and you weren't actually going to leave your boyfriend and your perfect life for her, she gave up, looking for something (or someone) that could make her feel better.

✧₊⁺ please, she was hot. she didn't need you.

✧₊⁺ she would never admit that in every girl she kissed after that, she was picturing you.

the way she would be biting your soft pouty lips, how she'd show you your boyfriend was nothing against her. she'd kiss you until you were out of breath, her hands roaming through your body, grabbing your waist, your hips.

she bit her lip as she kept picturing your hands wrapped around her neck, going down her back up and down.

✧₊⁺ she was so down bad it was making her stupid.

she had to do something about this stupid.. crush.

✧₊⁺ so was it a surprise when you found her making out with a random girl in the bathroom? not really.

but was it a surprise when she stared right to your eyes while she did it? i mean.. a little.

✧₊⁺ you scoffed, washing your hands.

"that's disgusting. there are bathroom stalls for that" i said to both.

as the girl turned around, se-mi asked her to leave, saying that 'she'd take care of her later'. ew.

✧₊⁺ she turned around, pissed. yeah, maybe you can get in her head for hours and hours, but ruining her makeout session? you were out of limit.

✧₊⁺ "listen princess-"

"don't call me princess after you made out with a random " i mumble, bitter. "and don't scream at me pretending like you hate me"

her eyes filled with anger.

"listen to me, you can fake being this perfect actress with your boyfriend and everyone else" she said, pushing me against the wall, one of her arms on top of my head, trapping me there. "but not with me. you think i dont see your little lustful eyes? the way you stare at me how i bet you never stared at your boyfriend?"

"b-bullsh-"

"yeah. whatever" she scoffed. "lie to yourself if you want, go fuck the entire common room to prove yourself that you're this pretty straight princess that your parents want you to be, but don't play with me" with every word she said, she got closer to me. our heated bodies breathing almost in sync.

"tell me im lying princess. tell me that if i" she grabbed my chin, softly caressing her lips with mine. my body shivering as my hand grabs her bicep, my nails clawing there, leaving 'c' marks, to ground myself. "do this, you dont feel a thing. c'mon. stop me, pretty girl. tell me you shouldn't" she whispered against my mouth.

✧₊⁺ but the truth is that you couldn't move. you couldn't back away, but you couldn't do this to thanos, to your parents. it wasn't fair.

dad? he had all the contacts he wanted. he would destroy your career in seconds. mom? would never let you step your own house again. oh and your boyfriend? would clearly ruin you on the internet. probably leaking everything about you in seconds. your own fans? people are not as open as we expect them to be.

you can't do this. you can't let yourself have this.

✧₊⁺ "im sorry se-mi" a tear fell, almost wetting her face too because of how close we were.

her eyes shut close. she mumbled something under her breath as she quickly stepped away, breaking whatever moment we had going in.

"i dont want you close to me again" she said, turning to leave as i rushed to follow.

"please, a-at least let me have you as a friend se-mi please" i begged her. tears couldn't stop falling to my cheeks.

"i can't" she said, turning to face me. her eyes roaming my features with a hint of guilt and sadness. "how can i be your friend when i'm so.." she stops, pressing her lips together. "i-i picture you in every girl i kiss. i can't be your friend.

i bit my lip as i hug her. she stiffens but slowly lets herself go, hugging me back. her hand on my hair, softly caressing it for comfort.

"if we get out of here and.. you decide that you're done being his perfect wife, and maybe you want to be happy..with me..i'll be waiting. i promise" she whispers in my ear, kissing my temple.

✧₊⁺ so it goes. after the next game, the nerves make everyone vote to leave and just like that you're actually out.

✧₊⁺ and althought you don't hear from her, you know she's still friends with your boyfriend.

and although she doesn't hear from you, she follows your life like she did. watching every episode of every single show you're in, following you on social media.

and although you guys never cross paths again, if you or your boyfriend ever invite her to 'the wedding', she will throw that invitation to the trash, where it belongs.

✧₊⁺ you miss her every night. mostly, when you wake up feeling cold against the person that's supposed to be your future. you're sure you love her.

and she misses you too. and she knows she loves you. that's why she never tries to contact you again.

✧₊⁺ because she loves watching you smile. even if its not because of her.

[opiopal]

more random headcanons!!!! cuz they've been building up in my brain!!!

whenever there is a ball, Dia makes SURE he steals a dance from Lucifer,

one time, mammon and mc snuck out bc mammon had a thing he wanted to do, when they both got back mc was super drowsy and was falling asleep on mammons arm, which lead to them both somehow sleeping on the couch lowkey cuddling. everyone else was very jealous for a while.

once satan got angry enough to rampage modern day, and by mistake he had thrown something and it hit Mc, which ended up bruising pretty bad. he felt guilt until it fully healed no matter how many times Mc told him it was fine.

once beel went to an all you can eat place and came back to the HOL and went into a very short food coma,

Belphie has crescent shaped scars on the back of his hands and on his wrists, he has them from when he had killed Mc, their nails were digging into his hands while trying to escape. he looks at them often and feels guilt.

lucifer has pictures of all his brothers in his wallet and Mc knows this.. Mc also wept into his chest after noticing they got added to his wallet as well

mc teaches dia a lot of human things, wether its phrases or things like skating. Though sometimes, very rarely, they'll confirm some untrue bs that solomon tells him just to fuck with him. "Yes, human women do shed their skin during their periods."

one time in a panic mammon bit lucifer hard on the hand when he was about to be punished, it sent lucifer into a small crisis afterwards.

everyone has gotten their makeup done by asmo before, even if they don't realize they have.

luke needs a step stool for a lot of things, since everything in purgatory hall was made for adults and had no consideration for anyone that is child sized.

though I dont know much abt her, I believe that thirteen would be a hugger, but only with Mc, not like overly clingy, but def a hugger.

one time Mc got sick crazy bad and woke up to barbatos folding their laundry for them in the middle of the night, since he knew they wouldn't be able to manage to do such a thing and was fearful that none of the brothers would help them with it, so it probably kept him awake lol. Mc was very confused yet thankful and barb was very embarrassed.

going back to lucifer being a dad, he also probably has a group photo of the 8 of them framed in his office.

satan and mc randomly talk to each other as if they are in a shakespeare play just for the hell of it, it most likely started when one of them was making fun of something and the other copied it.

I'd like to thinkk that asmo and levi are secretly close, asmo helps him with cosplay stuff!!!

[kemptyrian]

I’m Not The Enemy

Lucy Bronze X Ona Batlle X USWNT Reader

Summary: USWNT goalie reader has found herself entangled with two of the best defenders she has laid her eyes on, but what happens when readers past trauma get the best of her. Will the three be able to overcome the hardships that seem to find them at every turn? Will reader and Ona be able to coexist at club level?

Warnings: Suggestive themes, Angst, Foul Language, Bad Mental Health and Self Deprecation. If I missed one please let me know!

This is Part 1 of a series me and my co-writer have been working on. If you have suggestions or anything let us know. Also thanks @daphwritesworld for being amazing!

Anything in Italics is Catalan or Spanish

Many people told you loving two people at the same time wouldn't be easy, but no one told you it would feel this lonely.

I met Lucy and Ona many times on the pitch. It was never a dull moment being a keeper and watching the defense players work their magic. I always noticed just how well they played, probably in a bit of a creepy way, but how can you not stare at beautiful women who seem to be effortlessly talented.

Ona and I got close playing at Manchester United, but never did we cross the line of friendship until after Lucy Staniforth’s wedding in Dec. 2022. That’s where things get blurry. I don’t truly know how it happened. One minute we are dancing the next Ona is whispering in my ear about just how amazing I looked. The passion I saw in her eyes made my stomach flutter because how could this perfect woman be looking at me like that. I also knew from watching her the whole night that she had eyes for a certain someone else. I wasn’t planning on being the fall back plan. One too many drinks and a dare together ended up with three of us in bed that night.

To say I was a coward for a bit after that was an understatement. The moment I woke up with Ona and The Lucy Bronze in my bed I bolted. I can’t explain why, but I never felt I deserved them both. How could these two women who hit it off instantly also want me.

I never saw the way Ona looked at me when I walked the other direction at trainings and avoided her as much as I could. She sure didn’t make it easy and neither did Staniforth. Lucy S. confronted me about how bad Ona was hurting after a particularly grueling training session. All I wanted was to do was be alone. The coaches were already on my back about my performances recently during training and in matches and were having talks of loaning me out if I couldn’t get myself together. Little did they know it was one of our players that kept me distracted.

The day of training was really like any other. Grueling keeper drills with the coaching staff kept me busy away from the rest of the girls for the majority of the day. When it came to scrimmaging at the end to see if we could incorporate everything we worked on throughout the day things really fell apart. Why did they have to put her on my team? I wouldn’t have lost my cool with all my defenders if it wasn’t for the fact I was on edge myself.

It was already 1-1 and my defenders weren’t talking to each other causing another ball to get past me. That was the final straw that broke the camels back as we say back home.

“What the hell was that! Sprint next time!” I shouted the second I got up from my unsuccessful dive to stop the ball. The sheepish looks they give me started to make my blood boil even more.

“How dull can you be to not have seen that run coming?” My voice only seems to strain the more I thought about how simple it should have been for them to halt the offense in their tracks, but also more than that I’m angry at myself for not saving the ball when I know I could have. I had been saving balls like that all day with the coaches. So why couldn’t I do it just now?

I feel my feet start to take me towards them but I’m stopped in my tracks by a firm grip on my shoulder. I quickly look at who has decided to put their hands on me when I come face to face with Lucy. How did she get to me so quickly and without me noticing her coming, but the look on her face makes my brain stop for a second.

“What the hell are you shouting at them like that for? We are all trying to make this work and if I’m being honest that was Lessi pulling off an amazing run and you know it so get your head out your ass!” Lucy says in a more exasperated tone than what I’m used to hearing from her.

The coaches whistle blast through the air and pulls my attention away for a second only for them to tell us that it was enough training for the day. I go to take a step away but her grip has not let up. I turn my attention towards her again only to see her watching the others leave the pitch.

Only when it's just the two of us does she look at me again. Her eyes soften just a tad bit but still are showing just how disappointed she is with me. I see her take a big breath and I know I’m in for it now.

“What has gotten into you lately? Ever since my wedding you have been shutting everyone out, and you are so angry all the time. Talk to me or if not me please talk to Ona. You guys used to be inseparable. She is always asking me how you're doing and I can't even give her an answer because you aren’t talking to anyone.” The desperation in her voice only grows as she speaks to me. I feel my body deflate at her words.

“I don’t really want to talk about it.” I almost whisper as I look down to my cleats. I feel the walls that I have been building slowly falling apart.

“Don’t you dare push me away too. Just tell me what I can do to help.” She continues to plead with me.

“I fucked up okay! I slept with my best friend and The Lucy Bronze at your wedding! I ruined everything! I have no one left! You should be mad at me as well! I slept with your bridesmaid! Your friends! Our teammate.” I’m shouting now and have finally gotten loose of her grip. I don’t even realize I was crying until she is slowly bringing her hands to my face as if I’m a scared animal. Her thumbs wipe away my tears and she brings my eyeline down to meet hers.

“You haven’t messed up. If Ona is as worried about you as she seems then you just need to talk to her. I need you to take some deep breaths though before you pass out on me.” She is looking at me with such tenderness but the joking way she tells me to breathe makes me chuckle the slightest bit and makes my body relax more than I have since that night.

“Thank you. I know I’ve been a dick and I’m sorry.” I try to go about explaining myself more, but I feel myself being pulled into an unexpected hug.

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” She mumbles out. “But you stink and are sweaty so let's hit the locker room.” She adds with a chuckle as she lets me go and gives me a small shove. We walk towards the locker room and I feel my body finally release the tension that I had bottled up. Maybe I can fix things.

————

The derby’s were the hardest games yet. Watching the two women play on the same field was awe inspiring, but left me so distracted that it got me benched. To say I was not the same was an understatement. They were always on my mind, but I felt I couldn’t have them even after my talk with Staniforth. They seemed so happy talking after the match that I had to depart the field to the locker room before I made a fool of myself anymore than I thought I already had.

The disappointment of my performance was getting harder and harder to overcome. My thoughts had started to spiral as I made my way to my locker. I knew if I took an ice bath I could pull myself together a bit after that performance. The ice bath was my favorite choice of post match after care. No one seemed to like it much so I always found myself alone being able to reflect on the game.

I let my shorts fall to the floor exposing my favorite pair of compression shorts. I pull out my extra hair tie from my bag and throw my discarded shorts into it. I pull my jersey up closer to the band of my bra and tie it in front of me and tuck the back of my jersey into the bottom of my sports bra band. Nothing irritates me more than dealing with the extra soggy clothing after the ice bath.

The overthinking only comes to a halt when my body sinks into the tub, the icy waters clawing at my skin and ridding me of my worries. A sigh escapes my lips, frustration taking hold as my body relaxes.

I think back on the match, going over every play that could’ve gone differently. The crisp sting of the bath helps keep my nerves at bay, gnawing away at the aches and pains riddling my body. I let myself lean back, sinking further as my mind clears. My hands come up to run across my face, taking a second to rub the sleep from my eyes. I hadn’t even realized how tired I was till now– too caught up in the match, my feelings, and everything else swirling around in my mind.

I don’t just crave sleep, but real rest. For my mind, body, and soul. To truly be at peace with my career, myself and the two women who haven’t stopped plaguing my mind. It’s like they’re haunting me. I see them around every corner, in my dreams, and constantly popping up into my thoughts unprovoked. I must’ve been zoned out, too lost in the peace and quiet taking hold in my mind to notice the knock at the door, or it creaking open followed by a set of footsteps echoing through the room.

“Hey, you alright?” It’s a slightly accented voice I know far too well. A voice that’s tormented me recently…or at least one of them. I don’t raise my eyes from the ice bath in front of me. How can I look at her when I’m slowly falling apart?

Ona startles me even more by lightly grasping my chin between her fingers and making me look at her eyes for the first time since the wedding. Her eyes are deep pools of coco and are slightly squinted in worry. I can’t help but try to pull away but her grip gets more firm and my only option is to avert my eyes.

“Look at me… please let me in” she whispers into the room with such desperation. It brings fresh tears to my waterline. I did this to her. I made her feel this way.

I take a sharp intake of breath, grit my teeth and steel myself as I let my eyes drift back to hers. I don’t feel I deserve to be having this moment let alone with her looking at me with such softness after the pain I put her and Lucy through.

“You deserve better.” The words slipped out before I even planned on speaking. I watch as her eyebrows draw even closer together. Shit I shouldn’t be looking at her like this when she’s not mine.

“I don’t understand.” I barely hear the words. It’s like they weren’t meant for me to hear. “You left without a word and we woke up alone.” She speaks louder this time but I can hear her voice wobble. God how I missed the way she spoke. She was never confident with her English, but now it seems like she knows she has to get her point across.

I have to choke back the lump that has formed in my throat from those words. Maybe I was wrong and they did want me. No damn it get your shit together! I clear my throat to make sure my voice comes out strong.

“You know my past, Ona. I’m not worth the trouble for you or Lucy. Let’s just go back to how things were.” As I say this I shake my head a bit to emphasize my point which finally makes her let go of my chin.

“I can’t do that, and no can Lucy. You are lying to yourself if you think you can too, not after everything we’ve all been through.” She gets out after she has to compose herself a little. I know speaking in English right now is a struggle for her. I can see the hesitation in her eyes as she speaks.

“Then just forget about me! You have each other, why do you even bother with me?” I’m almost shouting because she is not listening. My past is the only thing running through my mind. I always get left behind or forgotten so I leave before they can.

“You know I can’t!” She grits out. I never expected anger to be the emotion that took hold of her. “You are digne!” This comes out in a louder tone than I've ever heard from her. (worthy)

“I don’t need pity…” I choke back on a sob that wants to bubble out of my throat. “Especially not from you.” I start to feel the beginnings of a panic attack and I know I have to get away before she has to help me through another one.

Hurt flashes across her face before she whispers the next words, soft enough to wrap around my heart and squeeze it till it stops beating. “It’s not pity, tu idiota. It’s love,” her voice cracks as tears start to well up into her eyes. “But I can’t force you to feel it back.” (you idiot)

It feels like my throat’s closing, battling away the tears that sting to come up and mirror her own. “It’s not about what I feel,” the Spaniard scoffs at that. “It’d never work out okay. So for all of our sakes just…let it go. Please.”

“You can’t even admit it to yourself, can you?” There’s a pain lingering under the rage in her eyes. I let out a frustrated sigh, “Admit what, Ona?”

“Que ens estimes,” my simple understanding of spanish can still pick up on what she says. “Just say it and I'll leave.” (That you love us.)

I can’t take it anymore and go to get out of the bath, but to my surprise as soon as I have stood up Ona’s eyes drop. Fuck! I’m half naked having an argument and about to drop into one of the most inconvenient panic attacks of my life.

Ona’s eyes widen, dropping to my exposed form before her. It has a blush rushing to coat her skin. Blossoming across her cheeks, nose, and tips of her ears. She looks pretty like this, just like when she’s laid out underneath me. All flushed and out of breath, heart beat blocking out any and all other sounds. I find myself smirking at just how affected my body makes her and find the panic easing. How can this woman make me feel this way?

I feel myself calming at the thought that I still have this effect on her. Maybe I was overthinking everything after all. Ona still has her eyes firmly planted on the water drops rolling down my toned stomach and I know exactly where her mind has wandered off to.

“Ona.” I try to catch her attention, but have no such luck.

“Oni!” I say a bit louder and still nothing. That’s it. I place my hooked pointer finger under her chin and force her to look up at me.

“My eyes are up here pretty girl.” My smirk deepens along with my voice as I end up purring out the last bit. I knew how to keep her attention on me, and somehow she has helped me come back from the brink of panic without doing much.

Her sight flickers up to meet my own, that familiar hazy glaze cast over her eyes. She’s so soft spoken as she breathes out her next words, a smirk every so slightly pulling at her lips. “I know. M’agrada la vista.” (I like the view)

“I know you do Oni, but you can’t get lost like that when we are talking.” It takes everything in me to not bring her lips to mine. I keep my eyes firmly on hers as I watch her slowly come back from the memories. I know how she’s feeling. I can still picture those special moments from that night. They never leave me but to see they are still affecting her the same way they do me tells me so much.

She huffs out at that, a pout gracing her lips. “But we weren’t talking,” her eyebrows knit together. “We were arguing.”

I can’t take it anymore and smooth the creased skin between her brows with my thumb. Her hands find my arm, caressing it so lightly– like she’s scared I’ll disappear again. I lean in towards her, resting our foreheads together as my hands move to cup her face. I feel her relax against me, content to just exist in this moment for as long as permitted. “Okay,” my voice is so soft I barely recognize it. “You’re right.”

“Sempre tinc raó,” she scolds me. But there’s no real bite to her tone. (I’m always right) I can’t argue with that, when it comes to Ona…she’s very rarely wrong. As infuriating as it may be at times…I wouldn’t change it for the world. That mouth of hers, so quick to tear into you when provoked enough. She’s sweet and sharp all in one, layers I’ve seen peeled back and laid bare. I didn’t even realize how close we are, at least not until I feel her breath brushing along my cheeks and dusting my eyelashes. It tickles a little, a small chuckle escaping my lips. That has Ona sending a small slap to my arm, a playful look overtaking her features as she pulls back enough to study my face. “And what’s so funny, huh?”

She’s so close now, an inch of space separating us. I can feel where her breath’s shifted to blow against my lips, so close yet so far. I can still feel her— taste her on my tongue. Her gaze floats between my eyes and my mouth, and I can see the gears turning in her head. I can see the hesitation, the uncertainty. She’s scared…and she has every right to be. But that doesn’t stop me from slowly leaning in, testing the waters as our lips brush against each other. We stay like that for a while. Breathing each other in, finding comfort in the intimate ambiance we’re building.

But then it all comes crashing down. The serenity surrounding us shatters with the screech of a ringtone echoing out. It pierces through the room, bouncing off the tiled walls that hold the secrets we’re both too scared to speak. We jump away from the embrace, the crisp air smacking me like a ton of bricks when the warm weight of her body leaves mine. It pulls and tugs at my insides, strangling my heart as I wrestle my emotions down into my stomach. They claw and scratch like bile burning up my throat, trying to find a way out as I swallow them back down. I’m only pulled away from my thoughts by the sound of her voice, “It’s Lucy.” And I know exactly which one she means just from the way she says it— like a whisper of a prayer.

“Go ahead. I’m finishing up anyways, I’ll get out of your hair.” I don’t even give her time to respond, legs moving to climb out of the tub and rushing off before her mind can catch up with my departure. The air in my lungs burns, my body begging for me to stay despite my head telling me something different.

And my heart? I’ve learned to tune it out at this point. Never letting it hope, dream, or want. At least I tried, you know what they say. The heart wants what it wants, but I’ll keep ignoring it. I’m quick to throw on some new clothes, chucking my wet ones into my duffel bag before zipping it up and fleeing the training grounds. My skin feels like it’s on fire as I think back on my interaction with Ona. How close she was, how we shared the same air. It has my head spinning in circles, searching for the right answer in a swarm of wrong ones.

[lani-heart]

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> ( eventually ) ATEEZ x reader warning(s) -> mention of abandonment issues, stealing, mention of abuse, mental health words -> 2.5k

abstract -> never worry someone who could blackmail you as punishment...

mingi’s perspective

How was I this unlucky?

I should’ve listened to Yunho… I shouldn’t have robbed her. She always had one of her hybrids around and of course, she had one yesterday… Why wouldn’t she?

“Hey, buddy. You’re done with the evaluation today. You're code green!” One of the workers said and I nodded.

He kept writing things on that clipboard of his… in front of the kennels…

“I wanna see Yunho,” I muttered and he sighed. “His owner took him. I doubt you’ll be able to see them unless they come here.” He said as he led me inside the facility again. I missed him.

“What do you want? Money? Name your price!!” I heard as we went to the reception area. “Mingi!” I heard as I saw Yunho. I came up to him and hugged him but I saw he winced a little bit.

“I’m sorry” I apologized and he chuckled. “It’s okay. We’ll be together soon” he said and I doubt that’ll ever happen. Empty promises… he often liked to give me false hope. 

“Miss, we can't give you her phone number because you asked. That’s a violation of privacy and security—“ ”I don’t care! That bitch got my husband fired!” She yelled hysterically. “The girl is apparently a CEO's daughter and now he’s fired because of how she treated her yesterday,” Yunho said and I laughed. It was deserved. 

“I’ll pay you… a thousand dollars” she offered and I sighed. She’ll never change… but I guess that's just who she is… “Come on, Mingi '' I heard one of the workers wanting to lead me away. “Huh? Please can I stay for a little?” I begged and he sighed but nodded. He was unleashing me when the receptionist came up.

“Chenle, can’t I just give her y/n’s phone number and get a thousand dollars?” the boy asked and I almost laughed. It was easy money and for a lot.

“Is it really worth it?” the other boy… Chenle asked. “Huh?! Of course, it is! I’m sorry you’re so rich you can afford anything like y/n” he pouted… He was also rich? Must be nice… being human and no worries. 

“If you give her y/n’s phone number she’ll kill you” Chenle warned and the receptionist pouted.  “She’ll understand,” he said and Chenle scoffed. “You’re playing with fire,” Chenle said and the receptionist shrugged. 

“I’m sorry but I have a business to attend to,” the doctor said as he left my previous owner…

“What are you doing here?” She asked while looking at me. “What if I call y/n to come here? That wouldn’t be a violation of privacy?” The receptionist offered and she smirked.

“Then do it,” she said but he put his hand out. She rolled her eyes and gave him a check of what I assumed to be a thousand.

“She’s gonna kill him, '' Chenle muttered to himself and it seemed to get Yunho's attention. “Is she scary?” Yunho asked and the worker sighed “y/n? Kinds of… I mean she only gets angry and she already humiliated and insulted one of her hybrids so yeah she’ll be mad to be tricked by Haechan'' he explained and I realized she protected her hybrids.

She really did care a lot for them. 

“y/n!!” The receptionist said. “Idiot” Chenle muttered. “Kun wants to do a last-minute check on San. Hmm? No, it’s nothing serious but he wants to go over some lab results he missed from his last check-up” the receptionist said. 

“Ok, thank you. See you see y/n” he said and told the devil herself to sit down.

“Easy!” He said to Chenle and the boy only scoffed. “Even if I was in debt like you, I wouldn’t mess with y/n. She got her husband fired, she can get you fired. You know how much Kun respects her” Chenle said and the boy chuckled. 

“But a thousand dollars!” He said and he rolled his eyes. “Haechan, you’re dead. Take care of Mingi, I actually have work to do unlike you” he said as he left me with Haechan.

“I heard you were code green. Congratulations!” He said and I smiled while looking at Yunho. “Is y/n a bad person?” Yunho asked and Haechan shook her head. 

“One of the best people. She’s just scary when mad, she is a CEO’s daughter” he chuckled and I sighed. Eventually, I was just sitting in silence by Yunho… I missed him a lot. We were never separated for this long… I was alone.

It didn’t even take long until I saw the familiar girl but with her panther hybrid… a hybrid that Yunho seemed to be scared of in the rare chance he accompanied her. Haechan approached her and I heard him apologize in advance.

“y/n right?” the devil said and the girl glared at the receptionist who was admiring his check. 

“Look, I want you to take back whatever kid bratty behavior this is. You’re messing with people's lives honey and—“  “I don’t really care what you have to say. If you’re so worried about your lives you would've been nicer to others” she said and the devil scoffed.

“Oh come on! Just tell daddy that what you said was some joke and that—""Why don’t you tell your husband for a divorce since I feel bad his career was ruined because of your mouth” she said and I felt my eyes widen. I looked at Yunho who had the same expression. The devil was gonna slap her but the hybrid seemed to react faster when he grabbed her hips and pushed her back. 

He growled at her for attempting to hit her. 

“What’s going on here?!” I heard as I saw the doctor. “Look, miss, you need to leave before I call the police.” The doctor said, “You should call the police, she's crazy,'' y/n said and the devil incarnate grabbed Yunho's collar and took him with her. 

“Why’d you come?” The doctor asked and I was now alone. Yunho is gone again… I had no one… again.  

“I don’t know. Haechan, why was I here again?” She asked annoyedly and the boy smiled awkwardly.

“I’m gonna take my fifteen minute break”

“Sorry y/n and San” Kun said and I shook my head. “It's not your fault and I can't blame Haechan too much, he is a student in debt.'' I said and he smiled softly while bowing.

“Can I ask how the situation is going?” I asked and he sighed. 

“Yunho and Mingi were both adopted at a young age from breeders. Yunho is a golden retriever hybrid, whilst Mingi is a wolf hybrid. However, he was the runt of the litter whilst Yunho was the only hybrid born from his mother. Their owner originally wanted to adopt only one hybrid but adopted the two” he explained.

“But why would she change her mind?” San asked and I could tell Kun was a bit stressed with how he started organizing his paperwork.

“They're a bonded pair. Almost like mates, but being separated is affecting Mingi's health. So it wasn't recommended to separate them when they were so young and it still isn’t” he explained and I felt bad for the wolf. “It’s almost as if San or Wooyoung would be separated from you. Even though your tigers and dog hybrid care about you, those two are unhealthily attached to you…” he said and I knew what he meant. How they reacted when they thought I was dead was… an example. 

“What’s the difference between the two then? She seems to prefer the dog?” San asked and Kun agreed. “She explained that she didn’t expect the hybrids to be so tall yet so big in size. She has kids and she even claimed that he attacked her kids, but he isn't remotely violent at all. The golden retriever would do more damage before the wolf would” he explained and I was assuming she lied about it to get rid of him easily. 

“I want him to apologize to you,” San said to me and I looked at him a little shocked. “San, he was doing it to survive-” “He still stole from you…” he said and I turned to Kun who looked at me a little mischievously… “Why are you looking at me that way?” I asked and he chuckled softly.

“Here,” he said as he handed me a pamphlet for… fostering hybrids. 

“No–” me and San said but were both interrupted. “For now, so he can forget about Yunho, he’s going through depression and all of the green code hybrids have been transferred or can’t be with other hybrids. He is going through a dependent disorder, which I think can be broken by being with other hybrids” he said and I really felt bad and a little guilty… even though I shouldn’t.

“Just for a week” he begged and I sighed. Before I could deny he reminded me why I hate men. “You owe me for letting you adopt the two tiger hybrids and stressing me out,” he said and I scoffed. 

“Fine,” I said knowing I couldn’t do anything with that card he pulled. “But he isn’t staying with us permanently right?” San asked and I shook my head.

Kun soon called in Jisung who was leading us to Mingi… “Another hybrid? Are you–” I interrupted him by showing him the pamphlet and he laughed. “You’re getting blackmailed by Kun?!” he let out and I rolled my eyes.

“Mingi, come on we want you to meet someone,” he said as he looked up at his sitting position to widen his eyes in shock and I could tell he was a little scared.

“I-I’m sorry! R-really I… I don't–” “Calm down, buddy. Deep breaths she isn't gonna do anything to you. She’s here to help, think of it as your treatment” he explained and the wolf nodded slowly not knowing what was happening. 

“Ok so the foster hybrid process is–”

mingi’s perspective

My treatment was under a foster hybrid program with y/n. The woman I stole from… the woman who I shouldn't have stolen or else I would’ve been with Yunho… a woman with five hybrids who will hate me.

I expect her to get back on me… maybe starve me? Or hit me? Any form of punishment 

I don’t know yet… Her hybrids seem pretty happy and healthy? I couldn’t assume though, she might be an awful person and abuse them… but Yunho said he didn’t think so.

“We’re here, you’ll be sharing with my tiger hybrid, Hongjoong,” she said and I think she meant the tiger that was with her the day we were caught… the one who almost attacked us? 

“y/n! You're back! Yeosang is being mean… ” I saw a fox hybrid happily approach her only to stop at the sight of me. “You started… it?” I soon saw a dog hybrid glare at me… both were confused at seeing an unknown hybrid in their home. 

“This is Mingi… Kun asked me a favor and we’ll be fostering him for a week” she explained and the fox scoffed. “Fostering?” the dog said, confused. “It's a program where you can trial run a hybrid to see if they are a good fit for you” the fox explained and the dog glared. 

“No! The tigers are enough and now him! You didn’t even ask us!” he said angrily. “The doctor technically blackmailed her to take him. He won’t stay here for long… only a week” the panther glared at me.

I already didn’t feel wanted. 

The fox and dog glared at me. “Come on… don’t be mean,” she said softly while approaching the fox hugging him. He hugged her back tight… She also smiled sweetly at the dog who caressed her head.

“Fine… but there's no room for him in my room with Seonghwa, he’s already enough to deal with,” the dog said and she smiled softly. ‘He’ll be with Hongjoong” she said and he laughed. 

“Tell him that, he literally locks himself in there,” he said and I think my roommate won’t like me already.

“Is y/n back?” I heard as I saw the two tigers who stopped at the sight of me. “YOU!” the orange tiger yelled and I panicked. “Why is he here?!” he yelled and I wanted to leave… bury myself in a hole. 

“You know him?” the panther asked and he scoffed. 

“He’s the wolf hybrid who robbed y/n!” he said and they all looked at me hatefully… this wasn’t a good idea. “Come on… he did it to survive. Hongjoong don’t act like you never wanted to escape. All of you did besides Wooyoung” she scolded and they all looked away from her but the fox. 

“His friend was taken away from him. So be nice, he doesn’t have a home and he’s not as lucky as you guys” she said and they nodded. “Sorry y/n,” they said. 

“Hongjoong, he’ll be sharing rooms with you– “ he looked shocked and was about to argue “Only temporary! Please?” she asked and he sighed but didn’t have any other choice but to nod even though I could tell he didn’t want to.

“Mingi, are you hungry?” she asked me and I was but I didn’t know if this was a trap… she didn’t seem bad. They all seemed like happy hybrids. I shook my head despite not eating today.

“Hongjoong show him your new room okay?” 

“I’m sorry for what she said to you by the way,” I said to the tiger who I saw froze for a second before shaking his head. “It’s not your fault… you should be apologizing to y/n for stealing from her. And for tricking her like the two of you did, she felt betrayed” he explained and I nodded. 

“Yunho really liked her…” I muttered and he didn't say anything. 

“I really like your hair,” I said and he smiled softly. “Thanks… y/n said I could get it done. I was overdue for a haircut,” he said and I smiled softly. 

“I’ve been to your show before,” I said… and he sighed. “I’m sorry you went through that…” I added and he nodded. “Just don’t mention it around me or Seonghwa… he's the other tiger hybrid,” he said and I nodded. 

“Anything else I should avoid?” I asked and he nodded. “Don’t get too close to San… he’ll attack you. He isn’t too good with new people especially hybrids” he explained and I was curious as to why…

“Also don’t show, Wooyoung, you're annoyed with him. He’ll be upset. While staying away from Yeosang he’s very possessive of y/n '' he explained and I was overwhelmed. 

“What?” I asked and he chuckled. 

“You’re an intruder. y/n is our mate, while you're an unmated male in our territory. San will attack you if you're too close, Yeosang will talk badly about you to y/n, Seonghwa will likely avoid you, and I’m also cautious of you… Wooyoung is the best bet. If you befriend him the others will like you also. 

I needed to befriend Wooyoung… who was he again?

“I don’t know how much progress you’ll make in a week though” 

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[ink-stainedkiss]

I love saiki content 🙏🏼

Saiki with a partner who always goes out of her way to buy like fresh and new DVDs/videogames that come out and hasnt watched/played and gives it to him so that he gets no spoilers and can can genuinely enjoy them. PLSPLSPLS

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 - 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝙺𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚘

Synopsis: Unfortunately for Saiki, his powers make it unable to enjoy most things, for instance videos games. After discovering this, you head out to give Saiki an ounce of happiness.

AH! This was such an adorable piece to write, I know it’s a bit long, but my fingers just kept typing. This may be a little ooc?? I’m not 100% sure, but I wanted to show how comfortable Saiki is around his partner. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed, please leave comments, I love them so so much!

Regular Thinking

“Regular Speaking.”

Saiki Thinking

‘Saiki Speaking’

creds for interchange above: @horrorhot-line

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.2 k

Most think that being a teenage psychic with almost unlimited powers is a dream come true. They are wrong. If Saiki had to make a pros and cons list of his abilities, the cons would heavily out way the other side. There was no way to shut them off, so Saiki was stuck with everything. He had many problems with his powers, but the worst ones happened to be with other people. Telepathy. Sadly, Saiki always hears everyone’s thoughts, no matter the hour of the day, unless he is dead asleep. Sure, during the test he could listen to the smart people, but he was the smartest of them all, so it didn’t matter. Another problem was movies. Theaters were terrible because no matter what, someone had already seen it and their low IQ brain decided to think of the ending even before the trailers.

You and Saiki had been together for a few months now and it didn’t take long for you to figure out his abilities. Saiki was relieved that you didn’t immediately freak out, and in contrast, you helped him with his difficulties. You found out about his telepathy problem a few weeks ago when you brought a new video game to his house. You both sat in his room, Saiki curiously watching as you rummaged through your backpack,” Look what I got!”

You knew Saiki could already hear your thoughts, so you kept them completely clear, excited to not ruin his surprise,” I remember you mentioned it a few days ago, so…” You paused for a moment of suspense, then lifted the video game before him,” Ta-da!” Saiki wanted to be happy, he really did, but, ‘I don't want to make you feel bad, but I’ve already heard how it ends.’

You pouted, not necessarily at him, but more about his powers,” I should’ve guessed, it did come out a few days ago.” You tossed the game back into your bag,” Sorry, I thought because it was released early no one would be talking about it.” Saiki shook his head, ‘Shun, that idiot, stopped me after school and mentioned the game, I told him not to say anything, so he thought of it instead.’

You let out an angry groan,” Of course it was him, he’s always going on about some sort of game.” You sat on Saiki’s floor, resting your head on his lifted mattress. The psychic watched you and started to feel a tightening feeling in the center of his chest and he did not like it. Not at all. He teleported to your side like it was an instinct, ‘I’m sorry.’

You lifted your head and stared at the boy with a bewildered look,” Why are you apologizing?” He looked at you with his usual blank expression, however, you were able to pick up the hint of regret in his eyes, ‘My powers ruined your gift.’ You shook your head,” No Kusuo, really it’s Kaidou’s fault.” You tried to make light of the situation, but sadly your joke didn’t land.

‘I wish I didn’t have to go through this,’ he claimed, not daring to make eye contact with you, ‘Why couldn’t I have been born normal?’ Your heart dropped and you quickly grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you,” Kusuo Saiki, you are perfect just the way you are. If anything your powers make you unique and I love you for that.” Saiki’s face started to change, but you continued to speak,” I don’t care if my gift was messed up, it’s only a cluster of pixels. I’m fine with just staying here with you.”

You finished with a small kiss to his lips, going to lean away, but you felt the psychic pull you back. He held you close, clearly touched by your words,” I love you too.” Your eyes widened, Saiki rarely opened his mouth to speak, but the small gesture made your heart skyrocket. You giggled like an idiot, going in for more kisses until he ultimately pushed you away with a hidden smile playing on his lips.

That day, as you left, you knew you had to do something. So that Saiki could enjoy normal things. If you were going to execute this idea, you would need to be one hundred percent blocked off and there was only one thing to keep you safe from Saiki’s powers. Pure germanium. Really that’s how Saiki had taken interest in you. The day you entered the school, you were wearing a necklace, not that he nor you knew at the time, of germanium. When you got home, that was the first item you put on, so Saiki couldn’t hear your thoughts. You open your laptop, typing into the bar. New video games that haven’t been played yet

Surprisingly, there was a very long list of games that hadn’t been touched by the public. So you took a picture, quickly grabbed your things, and headed to the store. The sun was already going down and you hoped that there wouldn’t be a crowd of people at the store. The hardest part will probably be getting the actual game itself. Since they weren’t released yet, that means they wouldn’t be on the shelves, so you were going to have to smooth talk the employee.

Walking into the store, you were bombarded by plastic rectangles with graphic designs, neon posters that depicted popular games and anime, and loads of figurines that made your wallet hurt by just looking at them. Thankfully, you were just here for some games. You made contact with the employee. A younger-looking guy, who couldn’t be more than four years older than you. Bingo. He was probably another geek who didn’t really care about his job and would let you slide into the back for the unreleased games.

You strolled up to the counter, a soft smirk on your face, and the cashier greeted you blandly,” Hello ma’am, how can I help you?” Ma’am? I’m younger than you! Asshole. “Yeah, I just need to take a look at your video games-“ He let out a scoff, motioning towards the large shelves,” Well have you tried turning around?” Your jaw tightened, now amused by his comment,” Yes I know that,” You cleared your throat, putting back on your pleased face,” But I meant I wanted to look at unrelated games, ones that haven’t been played yet.”

You cringe mentally as an obnoxious snort escapes his mouth,” That’s funny, but no. You would have to go to the back room, which customers are not allowed to do.” More laughter sounded from him and you had to step to the side to avoid the spraying of saliva,” It’s highly unprofessional for me, an honorable man, to let some person waltz in there and get an exclusive look at the games.”

Dammit, it’s one of these guys. How can someone act so high and mighty when they work at a game store? Your anger started to boil as he mocked you and eventually, you slammed a hand onto the glass counter, making him bolt upright,” Listen. I need a new gift for my boyfriend and you have exactly what I need in that room,” You pointed to a gray door behind him,” So why can’t you be a decent human being and let me pick out a stupid video game.”

Smoke was practically coming out of your nostrils, but the cashier still had the nerve to test you,” As I’ve said, I can’t let you back there, it’s in my contract. Nothing will make me open that door.” Well, there’s only one more thing to try. “I’ll give you fifty bucks if I can just take one.” His eyes lit up with dollar signs and he was already digging for the keys,” Deal.”

Even with the success, your face twisted into one of confusion. Are you kidding? Ashe unlocked the door, you just took your win and followed him in. The section was dimly lit and it had a funky smell. Just get in and get out. You repeated that motto over and over while you watched him pull out a cardboard box from one of the plastic shelves. He let out a groan and placed it on the floor, standing to face you,” There you go.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile and maneuvered past him. He exited rather fast while you skimmed the container. There were loads of games, always different from the next. Cooking Papa:Let’s Eat! Animal Crossroads. The Walking Killed. “Huh, these sound familiar.”

You set aside the games you believed Kusuo would enjoy and pondered on the pile. Once decided, you grabbed two and headed out of the room. The cashier was zoning out, picking at a stain on his hideous uniform, but when he saw you, he didn’t seem to care,” Just set it down here and give me the money.” Wow, such kindness. You placed the two games on the counter, and the guy noticed,” Hey, you said one game.”

“Do you want the money or not?” You seethed, pushing the cash toward him. He looked you up and down with a suspicious look, then the money,” Touché.” You grumbled under your breath taking your games and exiting the store. Your emotions were irate and you were shocked. You even stayed somewhat calm in there, but when you got into your car, your attitude changed.

You were suddenly excited and hopeful. Now you could properly get Kusuo a gift. The sky was a dark purple and it was you against the clock. You sped out of the parking lot, thankful that there weren't a lot of people on the street, and soon enough you were parking in front of Kusuo’s house for the second time. You bounded out of your vehicle, hiding the games in your bag. Knocking on the door, you were met with Kusuo’s mother, who looked exceptionally happy to see you,” Oh, hello dear!” She greeted, opening the door wider,” What brings you back here to our home?”

You smiled warmly, always loving Kurumi’s bubbly personality,” I have a gift for Kusuo that I know he’ll enjoy.” Her eyes sparkled in interest,” May I see what you got him?” Nodding, you pulled out the games,” They haven’t been released to the world yet, so Saiki can play them without getting spoilers before.” Kurumi smiled fondly, placing her hands on her heart,” I’m so glad my son met you,” She praised,” I’m sure he’s lucky to have you.”

A soft blush reached your face and you giggled shyly,” I’m lucky to have him.” Kurumi motioned you up the stairs,” Well don’t keep him waiting.” You smiled brightly heading up to his room. Facing his door, you knocked quickly, and you tried to contain your happiness. Kusuo opened his door, shocked to find you, you heard your name slip from his mind, ‘What are you doing here? And why couldn’t I sense you?’

While he questioned you, he held the door open wider, letting you in,” Well, I put on my ring, and I did something while I was away.” He closed the door, eyeing you suspiciously, ‘What did you do?’ You huffed, playfully rolling your eyes,” It’s nothing bad.” ‘Alright, then tell me what you did.’

“Fine, but you have to close your eyes.” You grabbed his hand, pulling him to his bed. He sat there with an unimpressed look, but played along, closing his eyes like you said,” Okay, are you ready?” He sighed, ‘Yes.’ You took out the games and held them out in front of you,” Open your eyes.”

He did as you said and when his eyes met the presents, he raised a brow, ‘More video games?’ You blew raspberries at his tone,” Yes, but they are also unreleased, meaning that you are the only one who has played them, at least not until now.” Kusuo grabbed the items, inspecting them intently, ‘Did you steal these?’

You gasp,” No!” Moving next to him, you explained your plan. Kusuo listened carefully, happy you didn’t commit a crime for him, ‘So you really did all of that, just so I can play these in peace?’ You nodded at his words,” Mhm, it wasn’t a difficult decision.” Setting the games aside, the psychic turned to you, ‘Thank you, for everything. You make me feel…somewhat normal.’

You giggled softly, moving closer to place a gentle kiss on his lips,” I’m thankful, now hurry up and play your game.” Kusuo had a little smile on his face as he placed the DVD into the box and headed back to the bed with you. Once he got comfortable, you cuddled up to him, watching as he played through the game. You added small words into his run, telling him to add accessories onto the character or to take a fun-looking side-quest.

On that day, Kusuo learned something special. His world was so big and so full of problems or conflicts, that he had no time to take in the smallest moments. Almost everything he did had an effect on the world on someone’s course of actions, but with you, he realized he does have time to appreciate the little things.

[0mg-bird]

Late Night ~ J. Seresin x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Jake had gotten into an intense argument before he went off to work, now it was night fall and he comes home late.

Warnings: language, angry Jake, fluff at the end.

Never go to bed angry. That’s what everyone tells you when you’re engaged. Hold each other in the mornings, kiss each other good night, go out on dates, don’t have boring sex, keep showing up for one another. That’s what all the old ladies say in public when they see the ring.

Here you are now though, staring at that rock on your finger and not listening to any of that advice.

You paced around your home for a while, you made dinner, sat at the table and waited. Your food got cold. You left Jake a plate in the microwave, then cleaned up. You watched tv for a while, the hour of his usual arrival came and went, time kept ticking on. You took a shower, you put on your silk nightgown, you brushed and blow dried your hair and then you sat in bed, getting more and more frustrated.

Where was he?

The fight was ugly, Jake canceled plans yet again and you were overly frustrated. He’s missed dinners, changed multiple plans of going out with your shared friends. He wasn’t in bed most mornings anymore because he wanted to get his day started earlier for work. You were very understanding at first, he was up for a promotion, his job is stressful enough and you understood his need to lighten his load. That was a month ago. He still skipped out on plans, he wouldn’t even discuss a date for the wedding. Slowly but surely, you were losing your mind, your frustration finally spilled out in the morning when Jake said he was going out with the squad after work, making you have to re think your idea of setting up a romantic night in.

It was a perfectly good Friday night and your fiancé was spending it without you.

He had asked you why you were being moody, you told him you were fine but he grew irritated at your irritation. Soon the two of you were calling each other ridiculous and he was slamming the door shut behind him on his way out.

You got in bed and laid on your side, huffing. There’s the distinct sound of his key turning in the front door, you can hear him coming down the hall and the soft creak of the bedroom door opening. He knows you’re not asleep, but you don’t turn to face him as he stands in the doorway.

He comes into the room, shuts the door and goes to his side of the closet. He undresses, goes into the bathroom for a little bit to wash his face and brush his teeth.

“It’s really late, Jake.” You simply say as he comes back out.

He nods even though you can’t see him. “I know, sorry.” He says, then comes to your side of the bed, standing, looking down at you. You don’t meet his gaze, he can clearly see the irritation on your face. “You’re just not even gonna look at me?” He asks in a growing defense.

You finally look into those green eyes you once fell for. “I’m tired, just come to bed.”

“Tired or just still pissed at me?”

So this was the game he wanted to play.

You adjust to sit up, the covers sliding onto your lap. “Both, actually.”

He sighs, taking a seat at the end of the bed, putting a safe distance between the two of you. “The fight this morning shouldn’t have happened.” He says.

“No, it shouldn’t have.” You agree. “And you should’ve called and told me you were going to be late. Actually, you shouldn’t have gone out at all.”

Jake’s brows crease together, you know his features well enough to know he’s slowly growing irritated. “I needed a little space, especially after you created a mess this morning.”

He was an idiot with words.

You take a second to gather your nerves. “I cannot believe you right now. I’m sorry if I blew up at you, Jake, but I didn’t know what to do when you blew me off yet again. Seriously, what is your deal?” You ask.

“My deal?” He scoffs. “I have no ‘deal’. You’re the one who’s making problems where they don’t need to be.”

At his words, you shove the covers completely off of you. Your feet plant on the floor and you put a significantly more distance between you. Jake watches you slowly pace.

“I think I’ve officially lost my mind.” You say, nodding your head. “That has to be the case, right? I’m just a problem starter, I’m too suffocating, just someone you need space from?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He states after realizing how bad it sounds. “It just gets a little hard when you’re being too demanding.”

You pause, looking at him. You couldn’t wrap your mind around it. This was Jake, your Jake. The man sitting in front of you, calling you demanding, was the same man who promised you a great future.

“Tell me how I’m being demanding.” You say. “Am I too much when I ask to eat dinner with you? Is it too overbearing when I just need a night with no interruption, just one night where you’re not focused on work or going out with your squad?”

He stands now too. “You make it sound easy.”

“Because it can be!” You snap. “It can be easy but you aren’t trying! Jake, I need you to try.”

He runs his hand through his hair, groaning before lashing out in his own way. “I am trying, for fuck sakes! Do you honestly know how hard it is to try and balance everything?” His tone is rough and it startles you. You stand, looking up at him. He doesn’t let you get a next word in, he just continues. “So I miss out on a few dinners, there are bigger things I need to deal with.”

You scoff, huffing. “A few dinners? Jake, you’ve been treating me like I’m your casual girlfriend and not the woman you’re marrying. Hell, who knows if we’re even getting married at this point, it’s like I’m torturing you when I talk about it.”

“Of course we’re getting married.” He rolls his eyes, thinking you’re being overly dramatic.

“You could’ve fooled me.” You say, arms crossed over your chest. “Jake, I am your partner, that means something.”

“I know that! I know it means something, you think I don’t feel like shit already? I do, trust me, I know how fucked up I’ve been.” Jake snaps, tone utterly deep and it rumbles from his throat.

“Then why do you do it?” You ask, voice wavering. You didn’t want to cry, but it felt like your heart was breaking.

He clenched his jaw. “I don’t know what else to do, you don’t understand.”

“I could understand if you’d just fucking talk to me!”

You weren’t a very loud person, you were always very calm and collected, but standing in your bedroom, looking at your fiancé who was being far too confusing, all you wanted to do is scream. A thousand thoughts run through your mind, your insecurities rage.

Jake just looks at you, chewing his tongue. His silence makes things worse.

You take in a breath. “Is it…is it really me?” You begin to ask, hand on your uneasy stomach. “Am I so hard to talk to? I feel like I’ve been right behind you this entire time, ready for whatever you need. Have I not made you feel that way? Or-or is it you? You don’t want me by your side anymore?”

His eyes soften, he shakes his head. “No, no.” He mumbles but tears are already falling down your face.

“Is it someone else? Is there someone else?” Your shoulders shake.

He comes forward swiftly, gently gripping your arms. He looks you dead in the eye. “No. Don’t ever think that.”

“Then what’s the real problem? Please!” You plead.

“It’s me!” He shouts back. “It’s my fear, it’s my stress and I haven’t figured out how to move forward withe life and have all these damn changes!”

Your lip quivers, watching him work through his thoughts.

Jake breathes heavy. “I got moved up the ranks, I have all these new responsibilities I thought I could handle with ease but I can’t. I’m st-”

He chokes on the word.

“I’m s-struggling and I hate that.” He steps back, motioning to you next. “And I’m taking it out on you and I don’t know why, it’s like being around you too often reminds me that I promised you an easy life and right now, that’s not what I can offer.”

You soften, still crying but not for yourself. You come to reach up, pushing his hair back slightly.

“I’m not marrying you for an easy life, I’m marrying you because I love you, Jake. That means being the only one you can come to at the end of the day. The stress and fear won’t scare me, okay? What scares me is the idea of you disappearing.” You softly ensure, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

He sighs and pulls your hand away, intertwining it with his. “I’m an ass. I’m a really big ass, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

His other warm hand wipes your face clean of any tears. You smile. “I’ll only forgive you if you promise to talk to me about things from now on.”

Jake smiles, then kisses your forehead. “I promise.”

As the two of you lay in bed, you turn over to wrap your arm around his middle, head on his chest as you tangle your legs with his. His calloused hand slides up and down your back.

“I’d be okay with a Spring wedding.” Jake says, breaking comfortable silence.

You adjust to look up at him. “Spring?”

He nods. “Yeah, I think you’ll look nice next to all those colors.”

You grin and lay your head back down. “Spring time it is.”

[aettuddae]

business matter — chapter 141.

↳ synopsis: two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.

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[warning: smut 🧍]

serim and jimin got into the car, the latter slamming the door and with an expression that denoted annoyance everywhere you looked. she was quiet, but grumbled with intentions of letting the other woman notice her discomfort. she grabbed the seat belt and tugged at it with annoyance as she put it on.

"jimin, can you stop trying to wreck my car?" finally spoke serim with a kind tone. "i know you're mad about yeeun-"

"i'm not mad about yeeun." she interrupted, her attitude cold. "in fact, i couldn't care less about yeeun."

"baby." the older one leaned down to put her hand on her thigh, stroking her skin with her thumb trying to soothe her.

"don't 'baby' me." she interrupted her before she could say anything else, mimicking the way she called her.

"okay." she watched her tenderly and patiently. "jimin." she called her again.

"what, namu? what?" she asked frustrated.

"i don't feel anything for yeeun." she clarified.

"i'm not interested." she pushed the girl's hand away from her leg, her eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"clearly you're interested because otherwise, you wouldn't be like this." she reasoned, moving the hand she had pushed up to the back of her neck, squeezing her fingers gently as if she were massaging her.

"i'm not like this because of you." she didn't even look at her and her sentences came out forcefully, the way you speak when every word is laced with anger.

"then what's bothering you?" she raised her tone to a sharper one speaking ironically because she didn't believe her. "tell me so we can work it out." she looked at her amused knowing that no excuse would be good enough.

"can you leave me alone and drive?" she pointed to the steering wheel and then brought her hands to her face to rub it wearily.

"fine." she put on her seat belt. "i'll take you home." she wanted to play with her until she admitted the reason for her discomfort.

"to my place?" that wasn't what they had agreed on.

"you're mad at me." she explained simply, a calmness that was beginning to eat away at karina's insides. "i don't think you want to stay with me in this state."

"the plan was to sleep together." she watched her in bewilderment.

"jimin." she started the car. "not like this." she shook her head.

"turn off the car." she ordered, but the older girl ignored her because she thought she was being dramatic. "namu, turn off the car." she reiterated in an exclamation.

"are you going to calm down?" she obeyed and turned the key to the opposite side. "or are you going to continue with that attitude?" she glared at her, her eyes already beginning to expose the exhaustion this situation was generating in her.

"how can i not be angry?" she said reluctantly. "you bring me to a place where your ex-girlfriend is and i have to watch her rub up against you all night." she brought her gaze forward, staring at the parking lot wall as she let out a deep sigh. "it was our first event as a couple." she mentioned, disappointment in her voice. "or as whatever we are."

"baby." she gave her cheek a caress. "i didn't know yeeun would be here." she justified. "but the moment i saw her i told her i was with you." she assured. "yes, she was drunk and too fond of me-"

"don't remind me." she rubbed her temple pressing a little hard against the jadedness.

"but i kept pushing her away and reminding her that i was with you." she added softly trying to show her that there was nothing to worry about. "i haven't felt anything for her for years." she made it clear again. "no approach from her made me feel anything, i love you." she took her hand gently and lifted it to leave a kiss on the back of it.

"i know." she sighed. "you don't need to tell me, i already know." she redirected the hand serim was holding to rest her palm on her leg. "but i just hate seeing you around other girls." she confessed laden with row. "and yeeun is your ex-girlfriend." she squeezed the older girl's thigh as a result of her annoyance. "she's already hugged you, kissed you, seen you naked." she bit her lip, her eyebrows still a sign of her emotions.

"but it hasn't been that way for a long time now." she let her touch fall on the hand the contrarian held over her. "and now i want you to do those things." she leaned in to leave a kiss on her cheek.

"it drove me crazy all night." she commented, now speaking as she had a pout on her lips. "but the worst moment was when she sat on your lap." she reminded overwhelmed. "i'm going to sound crazy, but i fantasized about pulling her off you by the hair." she laughed wickedly.

"you are crazy, my love." she confirmed, laughing with her, a little terrified. "and delusional." she added. "with those little hands of yours do you think you could hurt anyone?" she pointed to said parts of her body, laughing even more at the idea.

"they're the hands i touch myself with when i think of you." she let out with complete seriousness, her eyes locked on serim's as if she was expectant of her reaction. "i have no problem with them for that."

"jimin, what?" her breathing had stopped in her throat due to the unsettled she had been at what the opposite had said, she turned a little back to her seat so she could see her face well waiting in case she started to laugh and prove it's a joke, but she was serene. "do you touch yourself thinking about me?" she resumed, she didn't know what to say.

"namu." her touch on her thigh began to rise leisurely. "you are mine, you know that, don't you?" her gaze was penetrating, the kind where you feel that the other is really seeing you, that they want to tell you something with their eyes.

"of course i know." in her orbs you could see the anticipation of what was about to happen.

"only mine." she stated, causing the oldest to slowly nod her head. "let's get it straight."

karina ran down what was left of untouched leg until she reached as high up as she could, to the point where serim's leg ended, her crotch covered by her clothing. she gave her a blank stare, as if asking for permission, and while their eyes were silently connected, she lifted her fingers a little being able to brush her fingertips over the area she really wanted to get to.

"jimin." she cocked her head as if warning her of possible danger, but the younger girl didn't care.

"namu." she replied defiantly.

the blackhaired girl turned back to her seat to quickly detach her seatbelt which had had no use as the car had not moved, turned to her partner and leaning on the steering wheel of the idle car propelled herself, rising from her seat and swinging her leg over the girl so as to sit on her lap. she moved back a little until her back was pressed against the wheel and she was over the girl's knees, leaving a small space between them where her hand conveniently fit perfectly. wordlessly, under the watchful eye of a serim who was still trying to process what was happening, she darted to one of the sides looking for the lever that tilted the driver's seat back, pulling it slightly once she found it, causing the chair to recline and thus finally pouncing on jang to capture her lips.

the kiss was desperate, frantic, charged with need and anger. jimin was angry, as her lips intertwined with her girl's, the image of her ex touching her, climbing on top of her, seeking her kisses ate her, burned her. she wanted serim to get things clear, to determine what kind of person she was and how she would react if something like this happened again, that she didn't like it, that she was hers.

serim was out of place, she hadn't had that kind of contact with jimin in a while and at that moment she wasn't expecting it at all, leaning back against the backrest she clasped her hands around the younger girl's waist, holding her tightly to keep her in the position she was in. she gave in to the kiss with pleasure, she would never object to kissing the woman she loved, not even in a public parking lot.

they both ate each other's mouths fiercely, quickly, the kind of desperation that desire brings. jimin's tongue gave a small lick to serim's lower lip asking her permission to enter, to which the contrary granted her the act thus initiating a battle for dominance between the two. the younger woman's hands began to wander from her partner's jaw heading down, past her shoulders and down her arms, taking her hands as she reached them and positioning them on her thighs, because she knew she liked them. after taking her woman's touch to her legs, she brought her palms to her chest to begin to feel her torso patiently moving slowly down to her abdomen where she paused for a second to touch. she continued her way down to the edge of her pants, holding them between her fingertips, moving them tantalizingly as a smile tugged against serim's mouth.

"what are you planning, baby?" serim broke off slightly to ask in a whisper.

jimin just bit her lower lip as she smiled.

she connected her lips with the girl's again, but this time slowly, calmly, a caress between their mouths, but the kind of caresses you give to skin when you have nothing covering it, the intimate kind that no one is allowed to see. she held the edge of serim's pants securely so she could grab the button and pull it loose, causing serim to gasp for air through her nose. the blackhaired grabbed the zipper and started to slowly pull it down giving her room so she could slip in.

she pulled serim's pants down as far as she could and gradually slipped her hand into her underwear, deep down, until she reached her lower lips. she gave a gentle caress as they kissed each other slowly. as she felt the touch on her core serim couldn't resist the urge to dig her nails into the skin of jimin's bare legs who was wearing a dress.

she subtly moved up and down her fingers without putting them in yet, drawing low sighs from serim's lips, who struggled to concentrate on the kiss when in reality she wanted to fully feel the hand exploring her intimacy.

jimin cut the kiss short to stare into serim's eyes as she parted her lower lips with her fingertips to enter a finger that would then wander along the expanse of serim's pussy, doing it once, a second and a third time. serim wasn't the type to moan, so heavy sighs escaped her lips each time the girl played with her as she did.

although she couldn't hold back a soft whimper when karina started to make circles on her clit. at a slow pace, as if she wanted to torture her, she seemed not to remember that it was all happening in a public space and that if she didn't hurry they could get caught. but serim wouldn't stop her even being aware of that. she couldn't. it felt good, how could it not feel good. the girl she loved had her fingers in her pants.

jimin added one more finger and rubbed the girl's center with them, making little circles that had the oldest moving her waists against her hand slyly.

even for lovemaking she didn't like to give jimin the upper hand, but she was enjoying it.

the younger one probed the area again covering it with her fingers so she could reach the hole that begged for her, with the tip of her index finger teasing and playing with it, barely dipping it, barely leaving the surface. it was so wet and wanting that jimin couldn't help the feeling of fulfillment. she loved remembering the power she had over serim, how much she loved and needed her.

"jimin." muttered jang, as if she was nagging at her.

"don't call me jimin." she teased, a pout on her lips.

"my love." she corrected.

"what do you need, my namu?" her hand kept circling her entrance without giving in yet. she loved playing with her.

"put them in." she demanded, her gaze serious, her eyes slightly squinted.

"what do you need, my namu?" she cocked her head to the side feigning confusion.

serim sat up, her legs as wide as they could be with jimin on her knees, giving her room to do whatever she wanted, she raised her hand quickly and grabbed the girl by the hair to pull it, causing her head to throw back a bit, the act was a bit brutish, but serim knew yu wouldn't mind and confirmed it with the moan that escaped the girl's lips. "stop fucking around and finger me, my love." she reiterated in a sarcastic tone.

jimin could try all she wanted to have control over serim, but deep down she knew she was a sucker for her, that as much as she enjoyed fighting her and taking things out on her, she lived to do whatever she asked of her. because she loved her, loved her in ways she didn't understand, and wanted to give her all of herself.

but she was still angry, she still saw yeeun every time she closed her eyes and jealousy was the only feeling almost as strong as all the love she felt for serim, forcing her to remember whose woman she was and why no one else could touch her. she regained her composure and made enough strength to straighten her head again, causing serim to let go of her hair and before her palm could begin to slide down her back, karina had already pushed her back against the backrest and succumbed to her desires.

she inserted a finger into her clenching hole, everything else she had done calmly, but now she had no patience, taking advantage of the dripping fluids to insert it cleanly all the way in.

serim closed her eyes and arched her back a little at the intruder in her body, opening her mouth without a sound, but all her body language was enough to know that she had given her a wave of pleasure that crashed against her whole body. at a not so fast pace, jimin began to move it outward and inward.

"i told you my fingers work wonders." she said as she moved into the girl's pussy, gentle thrusts at a steady pace. they weren't serim's fine, veiny, long-fingered hands, which just thinking about them already felt like her own pussy was dripping, but they were giving her the pleasure she wanted.

"you're so full of yourself." replied the oldest laughing, but interrupting herself with the gasping breath she couldn't hold as she was being fucked by jimin.

karina added a second finger, feeling serim's walls contract around these, wanting to trap them so she wouldn't come out of her until she came in them. serim bit her lip as her hips pushed against the opposite hand in search of more contact in a way she could no longer disguise.

"baby." she let out with the air that escaped her at the thrusts from the youngest, her pussy throbbed at the situation, the touches that were now firm and more continuous, the way jimin was playing with her entrance with her fingers that were making her see lights while her eyes were kept closed to enjoy the world of sensations she was feeling.

still lost in the touch of the younger one, serim had the strength to detach her claws from her girl's legs and moved her caresses up them until she reached the edge of her dress, she wanted to lift it, but with her free hand jimin stopped her, pushing them away.

"let me please you." jang pleaded with her gaze locked on her thighs.

"this is about you." she threw her body forward coming within inches of her lips. "do you want to please me?" she left a chaste kiss on her mouth. "choke me." she ordered.

and serim didn't need to be told twice, she took advantage of the closeness between their bodies to raise her arm and capture karina's neck between her fingers, squeezing hard, biting with intensity as she watched her eyes roll back as she felt the contact. for a moment she even felt her thrusts stop as she succumbed to the lust she felt at being deprived of air by those hands she fantasized about when she was alone, but quickly and under her girl's oxygen restriction, she resumed the movement, now not only moving frantically inside the older woman but also rubbing her palm against her clit, exerting pressure on it with each lunge.

serim had two fingers stretching her hole as they fastly pushed in, apart from feeling the stimulation in her center, her head was on either side, blinded by passion and pleasure, as she tried to remember to keep the strength on the younger's neck. jimin's fingers slid as far in as they would go and slid out and back in as fast as they could.

serim let go of karina's neck making the girl whine, but quickly shut her up by slipping the same amount of fingers that were fucking her pussy, but inside her mouth, to which the blackhaired had no more complaints as she started licking and sucking them without thinking about it much.

but nothing could distract her from her work inside her girl's underwear, her fingers went back and forth inside her while serim no longer controlled her hips that begged for release, pushing against her hand, fucking herself against it, her breathing agitated and some low, almost inaudible whimpers were coming from her lips.

jimin could feel her fingers being squeezed inside the girl whose pussy pulsed uncontrollably and she knew she wouldn't last much longer so she increased the speed of her thrusts as much as she could helping her reach orgasm.

serim's ears suddenly heard nothing anymore and her hand that was still in jimin's mouth suddenly fell out of it. her back that had arched fully during her climax became discontracted, her eyes remained closed and her mouth went from biting tensely due to the desperation she had felt to cum to being slightly open to catch her breath.

she had to stop smoking.

jimin was also agitated and took that moment to relax and breathe, while looking tenderly at her partner. she carefully pulled her hand out, causing a startle in serim as she removed her fingers from inside her and immediately brought them to her mouth to clean them with her tongue. act that serim opened her eyes to watch attentively.

"if you keep doing that i'll be the one who will have to fuck you." spoke the oldest lost in the way both digits went in and out of karina's lips.

"then let's go home so you can fuck me." she replied simply.

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[pikminlovers]

Don't Tread On Me

a rough james hetfield oneshot

𖤐 a disgruntled james hetfield needs to blow off some steam after a sound mishap on stage. you, the newly promoted—slightly cocky engineer who caused the fuck up, were caught dead in your tracks.

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dubcon...?☻︎ power play, slapping, public humiliation, blowjob, degradation, roughhousing, asshole james and again, ragdoll reader

enjoy:-)

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"What in the fuck was that?!"

An irate voice echos through the halls of the backstage area of the stadium. It was after the show. You knew exactly who that question was for, and the responsibility ripped through you like a machete. A few small mistakes you made as the prime audio engineer—

"Well, where the fuck is she?!"

—led to a livid James Hetfield. Sparing the details, these fuck-ups were definitely not gone unnoticed—by both the crowd, the band, and everyone, you just should've let someone else take over tonight.

The voice grew closer, and everyone around turned to you, knowing who was responsible. Your heartbeat picks up as you feel several pairs of eyes on you, and distant footsteps nearing. Though, you kept yourself together, shooting back a few glares to the company to protect your dignity, trying to remain tall as if you weren't being...for lack of better term, hunted down, at the moment by James Hetfield of Metallica. You loved this job and enjoyed your time working on the tour, and of course, enjoying your time with everyone on it. Though admittedly, you're pretty stubborn with almost everything that you do. Ever since you were promoted to the primary engineer, you've slightly let it get to your head, your coworkers growing more annoyed with you by the minute. You were all family, but like a cousin that needs to be addressed at the family reunion, you were becoming reckless. In your defense, the previous night of drinking and everything that came with it that you did with a handful of other crew and band, lasted until a little after daybreak, but it really caught up to you this time.

You know that you should have let someone else fill in for this show, just like you were wisely advised to, but nooooooo... you insisted everything was fine, and that you were independent, grown, and a professional, that you needed no help or anybody to tell you what you should and should not do; foolishly cocky of you, it must have been the liquor still talking. These words were not just repeated to anyone, but repeated to everyone in the room, including James and Lars. You didn't care for what the drummer had to say, but it was the frontman who clamped down on the suggestion that you should sit this one out. Though, you were fixed on getting the last word in, never liking being told what's good for you.

"I swear to God, when I get my hands on her! Half the show—fucked up!" You all hear, and reassurance from somebody on staff following, telling James that it wasn't that bad, and that they'll communicate with the engineer responsible—you. James shuts them down, saying that he'll handle it. Then finally, his angry voice pairs with his angry person, as he walks into view from around the corner.

Everyone in the room falls quiet, dead as a doorknob, cautiously examining him. James, fresh off the stage, skin and hair still slicked in sweat and pumped with adrenaline—ready to tackle this issue from the root. Your confidence almost diminishes upon seeing him, and hoping that you can slink away before he can catch you. You make the smallest shift in your legs and he instantly snaps his head at you.

Found you!

His jaw clenches, and unclenches, and he starts for you. You instinctively step back but he snatches your arm, towering down at you. Seeing him this amped up, this close, and the anger rightfully directed at you makes you wanna puddle right then and there. "The fuck was that?" His grip was firm, and you're shocked at how he's got you, especially in front of so many people. Your pride gets the best of you as you huff at him, "We can talk this out like adults—" "No. We're past this. I told..." he trails off as he notices you now looking at someone else, seemingly pleading for them to intervene, he responds to this with a slap to your face, grabbing your face afterwards to force you to look at him. "Look at me when I'm fucking talking to you." The little audience around gasped and exclaimed amongst themselves; so big of reaction, and yet nobody steps up. You all knew that James wasn't the friendliest at all when upset, and folks definitely expected the worst given how shitty the show's sound went tonight, primarily thanks to you. Your heart drops to your ass out of shock, slight fear and anger. Not to mention the humiliation of being scolded in front of everyone as if you were a little kid. This was a signal for you to also shut your smart mouth, but you refused to take that.

"What in that actual fuck is wrong with you?!" You spat, the sting on your cheek bringing flustering heat through your entire body. "Are you serious right now?!" You try to break from his hold, reaching your free arm to retaliate, but he quickly dodges you and throws his arms around you, holding you captive under him. You're damn near at loss for words. You don't notice that more people rushed into the room to witness what was going on. You were advised not to come in today, and yet you were the one to roll your eyes, brushing everyone's concerns off, and all with a pounding hangover! But damn, nobody wanted to step in to help you? "You don't fucking listen." He furthers, causing you to blush deeper, and you struggle against his large frame. "Get the fuck—!" You fight, you grumble something about how you both could easily discuss this in private. This outburst shocked you to your core, having rarely seen this side of him. Is he drunk? You call him a big baby and child among other things.

He lets you loose, but at an arm's distance for grabbing you back again. He looks around the room smugly, letting out a loud set of laughter, and gesturing to you. Your threats you made to him translated as weightless to him, which made you feel quite small in the moment.

But before you respond again, he suddenly starts to drag you to an open door a few steps down the hall, calling out on the way there, "I'm the child... fuckin' please." And reaches around to land a punishing smack to your ass, making you exclaim loudly out of shock, cursing him out. You hear distant giggles from bystanders, as they seem to be full of relief watching you finally confronted. That right there drove you mad.

You're dragged into the room, and he doesn't bother with shutting the door. It's sort of empty, a few crates, and almost vacant shelves, fluorescent facility lights beaming down on you. You're pushed into the right facing wall, back smacking it without warning, leaving you out of breath. Purposefully done so that everything could be seen by passerbyers and know that it's you. James reaches down, unfastening his belt, face set on you, "On your knees." He orders. You're just dumbfounded, and you stare wide eyed at the frontman, paralyzed. "God, do I need to use this on you?" his hands grasping along his belt. You perk up and shake your head quickly,

although...

Never mind.

"Then get that sweet ass on the ground." He spat, starting for you. You quickly obeyed, sinking to your knees. James grabs you roughly by your hair, hand sliding down your face, slapping you once again on the same cheek, and grabbing your chin, causing you to whimper. "Open." James growls, but before you could protest, he shuts it down by smacking you roughly again, "Open." Tears swell in your eyes and you, now irritated, open your mouth, tongue resting slightly over your lip, and you look up at him obediently.

"That's what I thought."

He peels his pants down, just enough for him to pop right out, stiffened and already ready to go. Hm, wonder when that happened? With little warning, he slides himself in your mouth, taking you by surprise and gagging you immediately. He pulls out, cackling down at you. "Cat got your tongue now, huh?" James moans as he taps himself on your tongue while you attempt to regather yourself, your heart still beating out your chest, you start to move your lips the slightest bit to protest, one last time, but he quickly shoves himself back in, letting out a gutted moan, furrowing his brows down at you.

"Dumb fucking bitch. Yeah, take my cock down your throat." James' large hands cradle your head, his left holding your hair like a leash, and his right on the side of your face, stretched to the back of your neck. He thrusts himself in deep, and slow, triggering your gag reflex, causing tears to roll down your face. Your hands fly up to his hips to try to create some type of barrier, but he overpowers you greatly. You whine around his cock, but it does nothing. Nothing but winding Hetfield up.

"Shut you up reeeal good," he starts lowly, "not much to say now." He takes himself out again, gracing you with oxygen. A trail of slobber connected the both of you, you try to catch your breath and brace yourself again, because you know that he's not going to let up. He moves his hand off your face, and moves it to cup your neck. "You're gonna learn to fuckin' listen today." The singer grimaces, you look up at him with pleading eyes, wanting so badly to beg for mercy. Mainly because your ego was damaged. A feeling of shame growing—shame from this confrontation being witnessed by your peers and many others, shame that you let yourself almost derail the show, and shame that you were oddly enjoying the way James decided to deal with you. Wrong? Sure, you were definitely in the wrong. Were you gonna admit it, had James not roughed you up in front of the goddamn city backstage? Probably, a little, yeah, sure.

"Don't give me that shit. This was lonnng overdue." He chortles, then forcibly opens your jaw again. James suddenly spits directly in your mouth, dribbles getting on the side of your face,

"Picture fuckin' perfect, darlin'." He moans deeply as he shoves himself back in, this time, rocking his hips with a power behind it. Absolutely throatfucking you. You hum around him, allowing him to turn your throat raw; he grunts as if it were a song, carelessly waving the fact that you're starting to choke, and tears are rolling down your face due to the lack of oxygen. He switches his hair holding hand, giving his left arm a break, resting it on your shoulder.

By this point, you had began to see tiny black floaters in your vision, your eyes starting to flutter. James noticeably close, with the way he's biting his lip, huffing, cock twitching in your full mouth. You thought you were going to pass out, until you notice that someone has walked into the room, calling for James. He had a headset on, and was watching the scene unfold briefly before snapping back into the moment. James slows, and you can't tell if he's aggravated or not by the interruption, but he pulls out and turns his head; you cough and try to catch your breath. The guy clears his throat, stealing glances at you while he begins to speak,

"Um, sir, you uhh." He pauses, rubbing his chin awkwardly. The singer gives a sarcastic grin, "Spit it out." He doesn't even acknowledge the situation, acting so nonchalantly that it's just...scary. The man continues, almost flinching at James—fuck is he the one nervous for?—, "You have that interview? The rest of the guys are waiting for you..." He trails off, half-smiling at the frontman. James keeps smiling, his hand loosening on your hair and shrugs, "Be there in a minute man, tell 'em not to start without me." The man nods, stealing one last glance at you before rushing out the room, reaching to close the door, but James stops him.

"Leave it." He orders, turning his head back to you. The man lets go, and leaves.

James chuckled dryly. "Think they're enjoying our little show?" He grabs himself, jerking roughly. You grumble in response, and spit out a "Fuck you, James." His eyes grow dark, smirking down at you, "Mmm, say that again for me..." A suggestion of rhetoric, because he pumps himself back into your mouth immediately, finishing what he was starting to do, "And leave those fucking hands behind your back."

You oblige, and he follows up with a "good girl."

Moments later, James had worked himself back to the finish line, choice words flying out, which honestly furthered your confusing enjoyment. He looked good, the whole exchange that is, his aggression only adding to it all. To speed him up, you assist him by moaning, whimpering around him. "Fuck, bitch," He clams his eyes shut, roughly thrusting into you a few more times before he pulls out of you, jerking himself to his end, telling you to keep your tongue out. He positions your head for you, relieving himself all over you. Your face, your tongue, even your favorite black long-sleeved shirt. You catch your breath for the final time, throat raw and eyes puffy, you fall back on your thighs, and hang your head, trying to keep your composure. James regathered himself, grabbing his belt once again, he seizes the opportunity to get another quip in over you. He folds it in half, pointing it at you, "I'm far from done with you." Before letting out another laugh. You say nothing, your face speaks for you, a blush pulls at your already slightly reddened face and you quickly look away. He approvingly hums, fastening his belt back to him. He walks towards the exit, turning back to you.

"Do as you're told."

You squint your eyes at him, starting up something else to say, but couldn't find the words, considering they were throat fucked right out of you. Seems you've learned your lesson. At least you knew he wouldn't have you fired off the tour.

He leaves the room.

You stay where you are, recollecting yourself, trying to chalk down what just happened, and think about what's to happen next, shivering with both fear and heated curiosity. Then finally, you rise to your feet.

Somebody walks past the door, slowing down to break their neck into the room, eyes finding you, but then quickly continuing down the hallway. It hits you. That was the supposed to be the person to cover you for this night! At this point, all you can do is groan and look at the ceiling.

You were advised, you were warned and you were told.

Guess you got what you deserved!

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