#also I tried my hardest to not be glued to my phone and I did pretty well!

[drugsforaddicts]

Congrats on surviving the day! :D BUT! Have you seen this (it's very important):

https://www.tumblr.com/seokoilua/749572400984817664/formulalakana-got-k%C3%A4%C3%A4rij%C3%A4s-setlist-and-guess?source=share

Thank you and yeeessss!! A bunch of us sad bojere bitches heard the siren call and tables were flipped, screams were scrumpt, a plenty of ?????? BUT OFC, IT’S THEIR ANNIVERSARY- were happening. And we got Sinkkumies?? I know we probably heard like 99% of his old stuff (and new too) but I was deluluing so fucking hard it’s actually embarrassing 💀💀

But yeah… I just haven’t bothered with backtracking yet so will probably go through everything sometime later! Now I’m busy giving the fake KÄbnb 2.0 experience to @btw-it-also-travels-in-time and @sir-bloober-von-fuckstain again 😎

[peachhcs]

jealousy, jealousy

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

will does a bit of stalking on his burner account

1.7k words

here's a bit of will's groveling while talking with the guys from back home. if i had a burner account, i would also stalk my ex on it, so will's kind of real for that haha

au masterlist

will's eyes glued themselves to his phone screen. he didn't mean to click into samy's account, but one thing led to another and his fingers just typed away the password to his burner account that the girl had no idea he had so he wasn't blocked there.

he just needed to look. a check-in? what sounded better than calling it plain stalking? at least gabe and ryan weren't there to peer over the boy's shoulder and chirp on him for stalking his ex.

the boy's fingers slid through her profile. he hadn't seen it in awhile, so when he saw four new posts in her feed since the last time he looked, he was immediately tapping into them. will's gaze slid over every single photo.

samy's smile was wide and bright as she stood with hannah and their other friends. even her soccer photos captured her large smile and seeing it made will smile back. he always loved seeing her love soccer as much as she did.

the blonde scrolled until he stumbled onto a photo in one of her recent posts. the fourth picture out of the ten in the set was of samy standing very close to a guy will didn't quite recognize. his arm was wrapped around her waist and something in will pinched.

that feeling—one he had so long ago he hardly remembered it—started resurfacing the longer he stared at the photo. memories of samy's senior homecoming flashed in will's mind while he compared her date to the guy in this photo.

who the fuck was this guy? luckily, he was tagged, so will went to his account. it was public.

upon further inspection, the guy was their age, a soccer player for the men's team, and worst of all he had a similar photo of him and samy on his account too. actually, the brunette was in his feed twice.

they looked really close. too close.

will scoffed. the guy wasn't even that good looking. plus, he so wasn't samy's type. the boy clicked back into her account to inspect the rest of the photos.

for some reason he couldn't believe how happy she looked as if they didn't break up. she looked like nothing even happened, but that was how will looked too. at least he tried to.

suddenly, the boy's phone buzzed in his hand. gabe's name flashed across the screen and a smile appeared on the blonde's lips as she slid to answer the call. his friend's face quickly appeared.

"hey, did i catch you at a bad time?" gabe wondered when he connected.

"no, no. i'm in my room," the blonde chuckled.

"okay, good. ry and drew are with me too. they wanted to say hi," the dark-haired boy pointed his laptop towards the other boys who waved.

"hey smitty!"

"yooo, what's up!"

will smiled widely at their hello's, "hey, it's good to see you guys again."

"we miss you a lot here. it's not the same without our other guy," drew cut in.

"i miss you guys too. it doesn't feel the same not playing on the same team anymore," the blonde hummed a bit sadly.

that was the hardest thing about all of this. on top of going through a breakup, will's best friends weren't around to help him through it. he only saw them through a screen now.

"you start soon, right? in a week?" ryan wondered as him and drew sat behind gabe in what must've been one of their rooms or something. 

"yeah, i make my debut at the game next week," will nodded, excitement filling his system at that. he's waited since he was a kid to finally take the ice as an official nhl player and knowing that day was finally a week away didn't quite feel real. 

"dude, you're gonna be awesome. i wish we could be there to see it," gabe frowned a bit which made will frown again. 

"i wish you guys were here, too. how's boston been? the same?" 

"yeah, pretty much. tailgates, parties, practice, you know. the usual," drew commented earning small eye rolls from gabe and ryan. 

"mostly practice. coach wants us working extra hard this year after last season," ryan cut in and the blonde nodded. he figured coach would get on the team harder this season after they lost the ncaa finals without scoring any points. 

"what've you been doing though? are the guys cool?" gabe changed the subject. 

"oh, they're great. they've been showing me around the area and i think i'll really like it," the boy nodded. he felt content and the people on the team seemed like good guys, so he knew he was in good hands. 

there was just a few things missing. 

"met any girls?" drew teased with a large smirk. 

will's expression faltered while gabe and ryan glared in the other boy's direction. they didn't hound will as much about the whole breakup anymore, but the subject was still touchy and they knew for a fact will wasn't ready to meet other people yet. 

"dude," ryan mumbled, but will still heard him through the call. 

"uh, no. i haven't, but it's fine," the blonde offered a tight-lipped smile. the other three studied their friend for a moment, trying to decide if he was being truthful or not. 

samy's name wasn't one that came up a lot around them anymore when will was in conversation. they knew he didn't wanna talk about her, so they tried keeping her name out of their mouths as much as possible. they never even told him she visited last weekend to see them for their first home game of the season not knowing how that'd make will feel, but gabe decided to try his luck today with the topic. 

"uh, samy was up last weekend. she came and saw us for the first home game of the season," the dark-haired boy informed. he studied his friend's face for a reaction, worried that will would get mad or something. 

"oh, she did?" was all will said. 

"yeah, it was really nice of her. she was pretty excited for us. we took her out for dinner and everything, too," gabe smiled a bit. 

"that's cool. i'm glad she..she went out," will nodded while a part of him twisted. 

he knew the guys were still her friend, he just never really thought that she'd actually fly out to see them still when he wasn't there. plus, none of them even said anything to him about it last weekend. there wasn't even a story post about her being there. will knew his friends loved him, but did they really think they needed to hide whenever they were hanging out with his ex so he didn't know? 

"she asked about you..or well..we started talking about you a bit and she asked about you," ryan hummed making the blonde's ears perk up. 

"what did she say?" 

"just asked how you were. we said you were good. settled into san jose. she said she's glad you're doing good," ryan continued. hearing all of that made will's stomach continue twisting. of course she was glad he was doing good even when he (stupidly) broke her heart. 

"i haven't talked to her. i don't think she'd wanna talk to me anyway," will laughed dryly. 

"i'm sure she does if she asked how you were doing. she's not that heartless, will," drew chuckled some. the blonde could only manage a weak smile in response. 

"do you know if she's like..talking to anyone or anything?" will tried asking casually so it wouldn't seem like he was stalking her account and so the guys didn't know he resorted to the burner account to look her up. 

"uh..not really. i think she's just going on random dates. nothing serious," gabe shrugged. 

"so she is seeing people though?" 

when gabe nodded will felt his heart sink. he figured she probably would, but hearing it aloud hurt even more than he thought. 

"why do you ask?" ryan wondered, eyebrows raised. 

"no reason. i was just curious," the blonde attempted to play off his disappointment. 

"were you stalking her account?" gabe said because he knew his best friend well, even through a screen. the boy knew about the burner account because he saw it on will's phone a few months back when he caught him stalking samy's account too. 

"no." 

"will." 

"okay, maybe i was," the blonde rolled his eyes. 

"i thought she blocked you?" drew raised his eyebrow. 

"she did..i was just looking on my burner account," will admitted, embarrassment coating his expression. 

"oh boy," ryan muttered like he was unimpressed, yet he knew will would do something like this. 

"oh, come on. give me a break. it's not stalking. i was just..checking in?" 

"i think you should reach out to her. see how she is?" gabe cut in before ryan began arguing with him. 

"i told you, she doesn't wanna talk to me. she said she never wanted to see me ever again, so i doubt she'd want me to randomly text her. i'm probably blocked anyway," will mumbled knowing he definitely was because he actually did try and reach out to her about a month ago. his text went green, so that was a clear indication his number was blocked on her phone. 

"well, i hope you know she does wanna see you again even if she won't say it. i know she still thinks about you because she wears her charm bracelet and she's always stroking the shark charm i'm guessing you have her?" gabe raised his eyebrow. 

will immediately thought back to his farewell party where he talked a bit with mrs. hughes. the envelope had sat in his pocket all day deciding if he should find samy and give it to her before deciding it was probably better to have her mom give it to her instead. he didn't even know if samy would want it, so hearing that it was on her charm bracelet was a surprise. 

"i wouldn't think she doesn't want to see or talk to you too fast, will. you guys have history. you're like family. we're rooting for you guys," ryan said with a soft smile. 

the hockey player hummed, swiping out of the facetime to go back to samy's instagram. after another sweep of her recent posts, he did notice the charm bracelet sitting on her wrist. all of the charms were still there, even the ones he gifted her since she's had it. a soft smile spread across will's lips when he caught sight of the shark one. 

[laurenfoxmakesthings]

So, a few days ago I went to a group collage-ing session at the Drop In Care Space (worth donating to by the way: https://www.dropincarespace.com/supportus). I was going to be spontaneous like the last time I went to a similar session, but then I had this collage concept that I decided to go with, there weren't as many materials as the other session (I brought a big chunk of them). There were some useful materials I found in the session outside of my own materials, like the text-filled pages from a Frankie magazine I used for the background. To make sure it wasn't generic, I added editor's notes, some regular, some pedantic, some questionable. They also had the lavender (me being me, I got to add queer subtext at some point), the light bulb, and the scorpion from a damaged zine. I didn't have time to glue it together there, only cut the pieces up and figure out the arrangement/composition.

I waited until Wednesday night to paste everything together, as that was when the new family puppy would go to puppy school. Once the gluing was done, I used highlighters to brighter the lavender and the light bulb. The highlighter beams were going to be smaller, but I added more and made them bigger to make sure the composition wasn't lopsided. Admittedly, the positioning of the beams aren't quite right, I tried drawing them on while the canvas was on an easel. Nevertheless, think this was the quickest analog collage I made so far, only a night. What really surprised me was how flat it turned out, I thought it was going to be stuck with bubbles.

The hardest part was scanning it. Today I went to the nearest library, thinking it would be super quick and easy. Instead, everything that went wrong did go wrong, and I spent a few hours trying to scan it and send it while going through an anxiety attack the whole time. I finally completed the task, but it's only until I got home that I realised even my good final attempt at a scan was zoomed in too much. So I tried to scan it with my phone and take a basic photo, just to be sure all of you got what it properly looked like. The downside is the lighting and the colours varied even with adjustments. I don't think any of these images capture how bright and fluorescent the highlighter parts are.

One of you could see it in person, though. This analog collage is now for sale. You can find it in my ko-fi shop this time, as it isn't NSFW like the last one.

[bestiesenpai]

recently started using a picker wheel to choose jjk characters for scenarios and i enjoy it(spoiler its itadori this time). i also have had boyfriend by miss dove cameron on repeat but that's neither hear nor their

It was truly unfair how Itadori learned of your presence. Under the arm of another guy as you walked into the party, surprised at the amount of people there but not unwelcomed to it. Itadori watched you as closely as he allowed himself to, staying in your general vicinity and never really taking his eyes off you.

It miffed him whenever this guy - who he'd learned was your boyfriend - would leave you alone to go talk to someone else. It was clear you didn't know anyone else at this party, so why was he just waltzing away?

As time passed, Itadori got a little more liquor in him, a little more courage built up, and soon he was walking over to where you were glued to the couch with your eyes never leaving your phone.

"Hey." He said as he sat down next to you, far enough to give you space if you wanted to leave. Your head shot up, startled that someone had approached you.

"H-hi." Fidgeting slightly, you turned your body marginally towards him and Itadori flexed his fingers.

"What's your name? I haven't seen you around before." Tilting his head, he fixed you with his best smile.

"It's (Y/N)." A little thrown off at the look he was giving you, you tried not to bite your lip as you got a whiff of his cologne.

"Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl." Itadori didn't usually flirt like this, but he wanted to try his hardest to convey his feelings.

"Thanks." Smiling bashfully, you slowly tucked your phone away. "What's yours?"

"Yuji." Stretching his arm out behind you, if he wanted to Itadori could slide his arm down and around your shoulders. "Know anyone here?"

"No." You chuckled, a bit of annoyance tinged in your voice. "My-" your eyes scanned the room, unable to land on what you were looking for. "My boyfriend brought me as a plus one but I have no idea where he is."

The way you said the word boyfriend with such distaste had Itadori mentally jumping for joy and he couldn't stop the smirk spreading across his face.

"Boyfriend? And he just left you all alone?" Scooting just a bit closer, Itadori dropped his voice. "I never would have left you alone for someone else to take you home." He saw the subtle press of your thighs and the way your eyes scanned his face.

"Yeah?" Mirroring him, you shifted closer. Now Itadori could smell your perfume and he couldn't get enough.

"You know, I could be a better boyfriend than him. Do all the shit he never did." Daring to put a hand on your knee, Itadori slid it a bit higher when he saw you bite your lip.

Grabbing him by the wrist, you guided him towards the bathroom. As you walked, you kept an eye out for your boyfriend and weren't surprised you didn't find him.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Itadori was helping you sit atop the counter as his lips made contact with yours. Your hands immediately found his hair, tugging and running through it as his tongue met yours.

Running his hands up and down your sides, he quickly latched his mouth to the side of your neck, kissing right below your ear and reveling in the breathy moans you let out. Getting down to your collar, Itadori forced himself away to take a deep breath.

"Oh wow." Catching sight of himself in the mirror, face smeared with your lip gloss and hair even crazier than before, he chuckled.

"Sorry." Grabbing a tissue, you started to wipe the sticky gloss off.

"Don't be. I like this look." He winked, laying a hand on your hip. "I wonder what it'd look like in other places."

"Lets not wait then." Finishing up, you tossed the tissue away and slid off the counter. Itadori quickly grabbed your hand, ushering you out of the bathroom and through the party.

"(Y/N)!" An angry voice yelled your name when you were almost to the door. Turning around, you fixed your boyfriend with a glare.

"And here I thought you ditched me."

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He ignored the jab, looking between you and Itadori with fury.

"What's it look like? Leaving." Rolling your eyes, you waved him away. "Go back to the party, you were having such a good time."

"Seriously? Are you drunk right now? Don't do this."

Itadori was already opening the door and beginning to walk out. Getting one foot across the threshold, he turned to look at you over his shoulder.

"If I could give you some advice? I would leave with me tonight." And as he took another step forward, you didn't hesitate to follow him. Slamming the door in your now ex-boyfriends face, you giggled as you walked side by side with Itadori to his car.

"Hope you're in for a long night." Making a grab at your butt, Itadori helped you in. "I don't quit."

[crimsonblackrose]

.

With how much Sam went to friends houses, how much they say they trust her, how they said whatever she does they hope she has fun, the fact she didn't get in trouble for note telling them about a party I'm kind of surprised they're freaking out that Anthony, whose head is always glued to his device hasn't seen her since he got home from camp the day before.

But they're totally allowed to worry, it makes sense, it's just...still surprising with how much freedom Sam is allowed.

They are teenagers who've been together all summer. Daniel immediately going to blaming Robby. "I trusted Robby. Sam better be okay." And I don't think he ever realizes or listens to the fact that Robby kept her safe all night, and just tried his hardest to reign her in and that's not on him. Sam wanted to go to the party.

It's sort of that overcompensation for guilt. They had a good time and while they were having a good time their daughter went missing.

Amanda knows Sam's password. Daniel does not.

Aisha's asking if Sam's okay. Probably not what her parents want to hear.

I forgot aisha was like you got soooo drunk. can't believe the cops came.

Who we never see btw. Did they actually come?

The realization that this is probably Robby's would be bedroom. Because that is not Johnny's lamp or bed.

ANOTHER BOX OF TROPHIES OMG JOHNNY. HOW MANY TOURNAMENTS DID YOU WIN? There's at least 8 more in that box.

Awww Robby art.

Johnny truly keeps every crumb of affection he's given by others.

Not the baloney again. Three, one for each of them.

Johnny's phone needs an update, I feel like that's a bad thing. But I can't remember why. Did Daniel try and call him and he didn't answer? I don't remember. I guess Daniel has his number because of the firebird.

Johnny: I gotta tell LaRusso, it's his kid. (Proud of you Johnny)

Robby: Please don't, let me take the blame.

Why didn't Amanda go with Daniel?

Johnny doesn't park in front of his apartment. How does Daniel know which apartment is his?

Johnny: Please calm down. Daniel: NO, breaks down his door.

Daniel hitting people with doors and gates since 1984. Freddy and Johnny now have something in common.

Also ow

To be fair, Johnny tried to be calm and said he'd explain what was going on then Daniel broke in. If Daniel's pissed about this then he shouldn't be mad about Johnny punching anoush.

This is why we don't fight in tiny apartments you two dumbasses. RIP TV #2, also a big ow for Daniel. That literally falls off and hits him on the head, pinning him a bit between the shelf and the TV landing him abdomen first into the corner of it, which had to hurt like hell.

Sam is awake and confused and totally lost.

Poor Robby, he thought he could protect Sam by taking the blame, not realizing he was in one of his mongoose brain modes which means Robby is in the same boat of black and white as he puts Johnny, aka pure evil.

Poor Robby. He wasn't expecting to get kicked out by Daniel over it. He's so used to Daniel being calm cool and collected and not this side of him that's so unforgiving.

You want to be like your father, be my guest. Daniel, get you were scared but you didn't even listen or try, you lashed broke in, fought your way through, yelled at Sam and then dragged her out of there without even really listening.

What a great way to start the school year for both Sam and Robby. Sam hungover, and Robby brokenhearted. Like Daniel the kid already has abandonment issues.

It's the first day of school, why are there parent meeting flyers up already? Also who puts flyers on random people's lockers? Like what school makes that a policy? It's weird. The one for varsity wrestling kinda makes sense, but still, weird.

Oof Tory saw the kiss and is ghosting Miguel and Aisha.

I feel like Miguel and Aisha's friendship is kind of understated, but she's truly there for him and i love their friendship.

So Sam and Daniel must've talked since she's grounded from her car.

Daniel's just pissed that Sam went to Johnny and not her, and it's unfair for him to take it out on Robby. Like yes it was Robby's idea, but still.

Sam is trying here.

"I thought I could help him but"

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN DANIEL? Are you not listening. Robby did nothing wrong. He spent the whole party trying to talk Sam out of drinking, but he couldn't force her to not, he got her out of there before the cops came and when SHE refused to go home he took her somewhere safe. How on earth does that mean you give up on Robby?

I can't. Welcome to the party Daniel, Robby does in fact have a family. A family you refused to tell that he needed a place to live and instead you just kidnapped him and now that you're no longer happy with him you're like abandoning him? No. That's not how this works. You don't go I want someone to train with me in karate, I pick this kid. And then decide to keep him only to abandon him when he did...what exactly wrong?????

Like yes you need to focus on your own family but my dude you're the one who told Shannon you'd take responsibility for Robby and then you...do this.

Meanwhile Johnny here excited to be a Dad

My guess is that Robby didn't get a chance to go to the LaRussos and get his stuff.

I couldn't find a trapper keeper, are those still cool? I don't know what that is. I had one with a fighter jet on it. It was awesome. Johnny you nerd.

Poor Robby, not even sad about school or nervous about school but he does feel that way about Sam and the LaRussos.

I feel like Robby misunderstands his father. Like Johnny didn't come get him earlier because he knew the LaRussos were good for him, probably thought they were better then he was, which was why when he realized Robby had moved in he didn't go get him but instead got drunk and cried on Carmen's couch. And sure Miyagi-do is good for him, I don't think Johnny's going to diss Miyagi-do or the LaRussos for what they did for Robby.

Ah, saved/moment ruined by a call from Miguel.

Robby, wise beyond his years, telling Johnny he thinks they could learn from one another.

I don't think Johnny knows Robby and Miguel are still feuding.

Robby's precious thanks for driving me dad with that tentative hopeful look.

I also want to point out that Johnny just listened. He didn't correct or say his opinions about Daniel or anything. He respected that Robby got a lot out of it all. He holds his tongue when he realizes he should. Not always. But sometimes.

Hi there you've reached the smart phone answering machine of Johnny Lawrence sensei of Cobra Kai Karate. Please leave a message and I will get back to you when I get a chance.

Robby being cute: Excuse me, I'm new to this school, could you help me find Ms Santino's class.

Robby how is it your fault, she didn't want to go home, you couldn't force her to go home.

Robby came clean about the medal of honor. Ah he's so hopeful.

People coming up and talking to Eli and trying to show support, something I don't think they used to do must be shocking. Even if it's for an embarrassing thing.

School's fall musical is Grease

Stingray applying to be a school security guard. How'd he even get this interview with principal Lopez? (stingray is not a yellow belt yet)

Robby's in a computer class, Miguel and Hawk are in what looks like a science class, and I think Sam's in English looking at the Outsiders book.

Does Tory even go to this school? She must right? Also Tory this was a terrible idea.

That was also the shortest class ever. It was literally get in, sit down, listen to announcements, bell.

Miguel and Robby just doing their hardest and putting their lives on the line to keep these two girls from fighting.

Meanwhile Alisha is right there.

And another LaRusso breaks Robby's heart.

Hawk and his bros recreating Freddy and his friends pushing Daniel back into the fight on the beach with Johnny. Hawk, how dare you. I'm going to give you some of the blame for Miguel's back. And also once again, the average citizen in the Valley is super bloodthirsty for fights. No one is trying to stop this.

Ow, Tory went for head shots, used Sam's backpack against her and slammed her into a locker. How on earth did Hawk, who was in the same class as Miguel get there before Miguel?

Y'all need to calm down. Robby's literally trying to be peacekeeper and to calm them all down but of course Miguel was late, despite, again being in the same class as Hawk and RUNNING the whole way there. What did Hawk do teleport? So of course Miguel just sees Robby with his hand on Tory and Tory pinned against the locker, he doesn't clock the please calm down body language.

Aisha, why didn't you tell Miguel that Robby was just trying to calm things down, you were there.

Chris: we gotta do something.

Demetri's brain cell returning: I'll go get a teacher.

Hawk, that was your fellow cobra you just shoved aside. He just wants to fight people.

Aisha finally woke up to yell at Tory and Sam to stop fighting.

It is a really good fight sequence though.

Moon's outfit is cute.

That's the second time Tory leans down and just picks Sam up and one of them screams as they run off screen, which had to have been hilarious to film

Demetri went to go get Mr. Palmer. Who watches another teacher get elbowed in the face, lose his glasses and flipped and is like nope.

Miggy that was rude. Like that move? Learned if from your dad. Low blow dude.

Robby, what a jump man! From the main floor to the landing. Jeez.

Also what I hate is, like Daniel and Johnny, Miguel and Robby want the same exact thing. But they're too caught up in their preconceived notions to realize it.

There are also flyers for a car wash.

Chris hits his friend with a Simply Macroeconomics book.

The rest of the fights are very, fun? But Hawk's hunt for Demetri is like a horror movie.

Well add it to lost in the heat of a fight hitting your s/o list. Tory kicked and hit Miguel

The one fight the security guard successfully stopped because he could pick them up and break them apart. 😂

Tory literally dragging Sam by her hair to teh stairs is so dangerous.

Sam, why'd you have to sass Tory with is that the only way you know how to fight? Dirty? Because Tory's not going to view it as honor or whatever, she's going to take it as a challenge.

That is a different bracelet then when Tory introduced it. Someone must've said, we need that thing to look scarier for this fight and less hot topic.

Proud of Demetri, this is his first real fight where he's had to use Miyagi-do to defend himself. (Probably the same for everyone else, but the difference is the new Miyagi-do were originally Cobra Kai and already knew some Cobra Kai/already ready to fight, Demetri is the only one other than Sam and Robby who are solely Miyagi-do.

Kicking Hawk into glass had to hurt. (For hawk) And Demetri even apologizes before he does it.

Ah, Robby thinks Miguel took advantage of Sam, not that Sam also made a move. These two are paying attention enough to talk and enough for Miguel to be horrified at the prospect.

Maybe if Miguel answered rather then fight the why did it happen...what eventually happens might not have happened.

Sam kicking Tory over the railing and down the stairs was horrifying, but thankfully Tory is okay. also teh fact she was going to totally maim Sam with that bracelet ala TKK2 hair hold end fight but dark version.

She doesn't love you she loves me, Miguel, you're with Tory now, don't say stuff like that.

The kick Robby does is pretty cool. Miguel catches one of his feet and Robby kicks with his other to get free.

Miguel's mercy 🥺🥺🥺🥺 he even apologizes.

this is why you should put your hair up Robby, you weren't focusing on where you were fighting and the possible dangers.

Hawk's the first one to Robby's side, followed by Sam.

Daniel looking at all of Robby's stuff, his clothes, his bed, his skateboard. The books he was reading: The history of Okinawa and the courage of the 442nd. Robby was truly all in on this life for himself.

Amanda got a call and comes running in.

Johnny's putting up his Third TV.

He's still struggling with his phone.

Carmen's scream is what gets his attention. They all go to the hospital together by the looks of it. Carmen blames Johnny, Rosa tells her to not have that fight now, but she tells Johnny she never wants to see him again and Johnny just accepts that.

Sam has three cuts, two of which require stitches on her inner right arm.

It was an accident. But Daniel's surprised Robby would do that and Sam blames herself. Which I mean...she did get super drunk and kiss Miguel which set the whole thing off, but generally you expect like a normal fight over that not a school wide brawl.

Amanda's crying.

Johnny's standing outside of Miguel's door.

Miguel calling because he had girl trouble and wanted advice and that's going to just be one more thing Johnny blames himself for.

He promises to come by after school to the dojo and says they can grab a burger at the place they like because his mom has work. And Johnny's crying with his hand to the glass of Miguel's door looking at him.

Just two grown men going to cry in an elevator together. Daniel looks pissed but leaves first without saying anything.

Johnny's drinking again.

Kreese totally made a copy of his keys. The dojo is unlocked, the lights are on.

Kreese also doesn't have them in the front room, they're in the back behind a closed door, like some underground secret society.

There's only 8 in this class. Also how did Johnny let them down when they needed him the most????

No Aisha, but Tory is there. Stingray and Hawk and a few others.

They block Johnny from Kreese. Johnny backs down. They blame Miguel's injury on Johnny.

Kreese has just been waiting. He talked to the landlord while Johnny was with Tommy.

I will never let my students lose, even if they have to learn the hard way. One day you'll thank me for this Johnny.

Johnny takes a step forward, all the students take a step forward.

Poor Johnny. This was a mistake, you want cobra kai it's yours. He literally wanted to take what he'd learned and to grow it into something positive, and his students betrayed him, Kreese betrayed him, Daniel struck every chance he got. And now the kid who believed in him the most might die because of his own son. Johnny literally did all the hard work, from the ground up to get Cobra Kai up and running, to create a dojo, to gain students, to teach them and then Kreese steals them and his dojo.

Sam has a favorite sandwich from il Tramezzino. Daniel shows his love through food.

The doctor thinks Sam might've cracked a rib.

Amanda snapping at the mongoose brain starting up again.

Johnny sitting on the beach drinking, watching the sunset .

The first time I saw this I sobbed and had to check the wiki to make sure Miguel survived and they weren't cruelly killing him off because the actor wanted to do something else. (too many shows do that)

His little lucky rabbit keychain sticking out of his backpocket.

Aha I knew I remembered he yeeted his phone towards the beach. He also throws his hard liquor at the car. Goodbye lucky rabbits foot. Like I get tossing the cobra kai car keys, and the dojo keys, but bud, aren't your house keys on that thing too?

ah yes the Ali friend request.

No phone, no keys, I guess Johnny just walks home and then is...locked out of his apartment unless he leaves keys for himself somewhere.

Also for some reason I always thought Johnny snapped at Robby but Robby ran away without interacting with his dad again.

[tennessoui]

if you wrote obikin for #4 with anakin as a single parent and obi-wan as luke and leia's teacher i would simply die happy!!

here it is!!! thank you so much!

4. Teacher/Single Parent AU (modern!AU)(DinLuke shows up as little kids)(2.4k)(whoops)

Anakin stares across the table at Luke, who gnaws on a slice of grilled cheese, carefully leaving the crusts behind. Oh god, he’d forgotten to cut them off of Luke’s sandwich, had cut them off of Leia’s instead, even though she didn’t mind them. And of course they hadn’t told him either. He can’t tell if he’s been forgiven for his error or if it will come back to haunt him later tonight when he tries to put the twins to bed at eight.

“Luke,” he says carefully. “I think I’m just a little confused.”

Leia looks up. She loves when her father is a little confused because it means Luke is probably a bit in trouble and she gets to be the one to set the record straight for him.

Which isn’t to say Leia is a tattle-tale. Anakin’s seen her watch Luke hit another child upside the head with a toy train and then say absolutely nothing when questioned by the daycare instructor.

Daddy’s interrogations are just a special case where she can become a guilt-free turncoat.

“How did you get a Unicorn sticker in art class?” he asks.

The Unicorn stickers, of course, mean unsatisfactory.

He pays extra money for his children to be coddled and kept away from words like Fail and Unsatisfactory, even though that’s what all the parents know the stickers mean. As long as the children don't yet.

“And I don’t understand the rainbow sticker at all,” he continues helplessly, regarding the piece of artwork in front of him, where a handful of dried macaroni noodles are lacklusterly glued to the page.

“The Unicorn sticker means it was bad, but the rainbow sticker means that Mr. Kenobi forgives him,” Leia pipes up, leaning across the table to take the icky crusts from her brother’s plate and dipping them into her tomato soup.

“But it was dry macaroni,” Anakin says incredulously. Luke’s eyes start getting misty as he stares resolutely down at his plate. That’s the last thing Anakin wants. But he just doesn’t understand. Luke’s the most creative of both of his children, has seemed to take after Anakin in that way. Last Christmas, Anakin had given him a model train set that he’d put together inside of a week. If he can do that, he can do a self-portrait in dry macaroni.

“He gave Din all of his noodles,” Leia reports.

“Didn’t Din have any?” Anakin asks, feeling completely out of his element and also sort of like a detective trying to solve a cold case.

“He wanted to save them for his puppy,” Luke mumbles. “They just got him and they can’t figure out what he eats, so Din thought he could try macaroni because I told him I like macaroni and cheese a lot.”

Anakin is on the cliff of despair, but he can’t exactly ask whether or not this Din knows there’s a difference between the dried macaroni from art class and boxed macaroni and cheese from Kraft. He’s not sure he even wants to know the answer.

“And then Luke didn’t have a lot left for his picture,” Leia finishes the story and her soup in one fell swoop.

“Couldn’t you have asked Mr. Kenobi for more?” Anakin asks Luke who shakes his head but doesn’t seem to want to elaborate. Anakin turns only slightly pleading eyes to Leia, who is the expert on anything her brother doesn’t want to say.

“Mr. Kenobi sits at the front, and Luke sat at the back today so it was really far.”

“But you always sit at the front!” Anakin says, appalled. Sure, he hadn’t managed to make it to the most recent round of parent-teacher conferences due to an unfortunately timed shift at the garage, but he knows where his kids sit in a classroom.

Luke mumbles something into his bowl.

“What was that?” Anakin asks.

Leia translates. “Din doesn’t sit at the front,” she says.

Anakin sits back in his chair and runs a hand over his mouth. Luke has a crush. His son, Luke, has his very first crush on a boy and he’s already doing stupid things in order to see the boy. Oh no. Oh god. Of all the things to take after Anakin on, it’s this one.

“Okay,” he says, mostly to himself. “It’s okay. Unicorns aren’t so bad.”

“Way better than giraffes,” Leia tells her brother bracingly, seeming to know instinctively that the gossiping part of this conversation is over. “And you got a rainbow, which means Mr. Kenobi isn’t mad.”

Anakin wonders, with the context, if that’s actually what the rainbow means, or if Mr. Kenobi isn’t just incredibly observant.

“TV time, kids,” he says, only feeling sort of bad about the screentime or whatever, as Luke perks up and runs with Leia into the living room.

After five minutes to make sure they’ve successfully turned on and found a child-appropriate show, Anakin gathers the dishes and loads the washer. Then he sighs as loud as he can without disrupting the kids.

Then he pulls out his phone and the school directory and finds the email for one Mr. Obi-Wan Kenobi, art teacher.

It takes him twenty minutes to figure out an email that doesn’t sound too judgemental, harsh, worried, skeptical, or angry. It takes another five minutes to figure out how to sign off on it. Kind regards? Best? Thanks? Sincerely? What is the etiquette for emailing your son’s art teacher to arrange a meeting because you’re worried your son will fail the class simply because he’s inherited terrible genes from his father?

It takes ten minutes, in the end, for Mr. Kenobi to email back, and he does so with a very straightforward message. He’s available to chat after school hours tomorrow, if it works for Anakin.

Anakin pulls up his work schedule. He’s supposed to work until five in the evening tomorrow, has already booked a slot at the after-care program for the twins. But.

He texts Ahsoka to ask if she could cover the last few hours of his shift. She texts back a string of rather offensive emojis, but settles down when he tells her it’s for his kids. Technically, he isn’t even lying. He’s just being overbearing.

He spends another fifteen minutes trying to compose a response email in between making sure the kids brush their teeth, wash behind their ears, and have their bags packed for the morning. He’s so stressed out by it that he’s not even sure he includes a signature at all before he hits send. God. Meeting Mr. Kenobi had better be worth all of this stress.

---

Finding Mr. Kenobi’s classroom is almost more stress than the correspondence from the night before had been. The only reason Anakin doesn’t sit down and cry against the garishly yellow brick lining the hallways is that he keeps telling himself that if his two seven-year-olds can do this, Anakin surely can.

The art classroom is tucked away in a forgotten corner of the school and it takes three wrong turns and one accidental entrance into a thankfully deserted first grade room for Anakin to find it. He knocks on the open door and then decides he should call as well to announce his presence. “Uh, Mr. Kenobi? I’m Anakin. Skywalker. We talked last night?” He takes a couple of steps into the room, which is lined in children’s art and paint-stained tables.

A man emerges from a backroom, dressed in a very loose and paint-flecked denim shirt over a white tank top and a pair of slacks. He’s wearing a pair of thick glasses that he takes off as soon as he sees Anakin. His beard is neatly trimmed and his hair, a sort of bronzed auburn, neatly combed.

He’s holding a paintbrush in one hand, and still, of course, Anakin’s dumb brain overrides the part of him that’s saying, This is clearly Mr. Kenobi in favor saying, quite politely, “Oh! I’m sorry. Is Mr. Kenobi back there?”

The man who could not possibly be more obviously the art teacher raises an amused eyebrow.

Look. No one told Anakin that elementary school art teachers could be so attractive. He’d not done anything to prepare for this.

“You must be Luke’s father,” Mr. Kenobi says, waving him forward.

“What makes you say that?” Anakin asks, a tad too defensively, thinking of his own self-deprecating thoughts last night about Luke taking after him when it comes to being sort of stupid around people they liked. He’s just being paranoid.

“The...last...name,” now Mr. Kenobi is definitely trying to hide his smile and Anakin wants to die. “Would you like to sit?”

Anakin does so rather graciously, given the circumstances. He even makes sure he keeps their chairs very far apart. Mostly in order to preserve his own dignity, but he thinks he should get credit for his self-control at this spur of the moment single-parent-hot-teacher conference.

“I’m sorry for my appearance,” Mr. Kenobi says, pulling the oversized button up closed over his tank top. “I must admit, I mostly forgot you were coming by. I was working on one of my own projects.”

“You paint?” Anakin asks.

Mr. Kenobi tilts his head slightly and flicks his eyes around the room as if in answer.

Anakin flushes but digs his heels in. “Well, I don’t know,” he mumbles mulishly. “Do math teachers do math in their spare time?”

This startles a laugh out of the teacher, which makes some long forgotten part of Anakin’s psyche sit up and preen. “I’m sure some of them do,” he says. “No, I do art mostly for the town right now. I’m working on a series of pieces for the public library at the moment.”

Anakin tries his hardest not to obviously melt, but Mr. Kenobi has not looked away from his face much so surely he can see it in his eyes.

“That’s quite. Nice,” Anakin says, coughing into his fist.

“And what do you do?” Mr. Kenobi asks in a way that’s just on the other side of polite. Anakin has the strange thought that if they had cups of coffee between them, he’d feel like he was on a very casual first date.

He has to shake his head to rid himself of that idea. “I’m a mechanic,” he says.

Mr. Kenobi looks interested, of all things. Most people don’t. Most people make some sort of assumption about him, about his life, his ability to parent his children, as if they’re not the ones rolling into his shop at 5:54 pm because their car is “making a funny noise”.

But Mr. Kenobi just looks interested.

“Oh?” He says. “That makes sense. Leia is always talking about how her father can fix anything.”

“Well,” Anakin blushes and looks away. “You know kids. Turn it off and turn it back on usually blows their minds.”

Mr. Kenobi smiles indulgently before clearing his throat. “You wanted to talk about Luke?”

“Oh! Yes!” He had come here with the express desire to talk about Luke with Mr. Kenobi. Not secure a date with Mr. Kenobi. “I saw that Luke got a... unicorn...and a rainbow on his last project, and it made me worry.”

It sounds very, very overbearing coming out of his mouth. This is an elementary school art class. Why did he think that he should come in and talk to a teacher over his son’s bad grade? Especially when it was pretty clear Luke deserved it.

Mr. Kenobi tilts his head in confusion. “Well, yes, I suppose I usually give Luke two suns on his work, so I understand if the change was upsetting to you.”

“And we’re saying that two suns are good?” Anakin checks, feeling very out of his element here.

“Oh, yes, very good,” Mr. Kenobi assures him. “But his last project wasn’t. Well.”

“He says he got distracted,” Anakin mutters, rubbing a hand down his face. “Over a boy.”

“Haven’t we all been there,” Mr. Kenobi murmurs, sounding very amused. Anakin peeks over his fingers at this declaration.

“Yeah,” he says roughly. “That’s sort of exactly what I thought.”

Mr. Kenobi clears his throat again. “Well. That’s why I gave him the unicorn then. It was a bit of bad work, but a very rare showing of it. And the rainbow, to signify that I know he’ll be back to normal again next time. You shouldn’t worry about this one project either, Mr. Skywalker. I do give final grades holistically, not weighted by any one assignment. This is, after all, a children’s art class.”

Anakin wants to thunk his head on the table in front of him. “You do know that all the parents think unicorn means unsatisfactory, right?”

“Why?” Mr. Kenobi has the nerve to look shocked.

“They both start with U, I don’t know,” Anakin says, waving an agitated hand through the air.

“Well, sometimes parents can be quite stupid,” Mr. Kenobi says primly and then looks horrified at himself. “Please don’t tell them I said that.”

Anakin laughs and gets to his feet reluctantly. His worries over Luke have been dealt with, but he finds himself very reluctant to leave.

“Well,” he says slowly, eyes firmly looking only at Mr. Kenobi’s face, “Thank you for meeting with me. I guess you don’t get many frantic parent-teacher conferences over a unicorn sticker.” He ducks his head and rubs the back of his neck with his hand in embarrassment. He can admit now that perhaps he had overreacted.

Mr. Kenobi places his hand delicately over the hand Anakin still has on the table, just for a second, squeezing it with enough pressure that Anakin has to look up at him again. “Only the best parents,” he says with a half-smile.

Anakin finds himself grinning back, unwilling to move his hand now that Kenobi’s touching it. “And, um. If you ever take the kids on an art museum tour or something, and you need chaperones….give me a call.”

“Would I have to wait that long?” Kenobi asks innocently.

Anakin’s never shaken his head no so quickly before. “Any time,” he tells the man very seriously, already backing out of the room. “Before you think too much about it and decide not to would probably be preferable.”

Mr. Kenobi laughs. “I’m sure I’ll think about it a lot,” he says as he turns to go back to his art studio. He calls over his shoulder. “In bed, tonight.”

Anakin trips over a child-sized easel with a loud clatter and an even louder curse, and he can’t decide which of the two should be more thankful school is out for the day. Probably Mr. Kenobi. Yeah. Probably definitely Mr. Kenobi.

[thefanficmonster]

Inky Memories

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Drug Use (Past), Domestic Violence (Past), Shoplifting (Past)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Tattoos can reveal a lot about a person. What will Y/N’s tattoos, which she has kept hidden for so long, reveal to Corpse? Will it change anything between them?

Requested by Anon. If you’re reading this you know who you are 😊 Thank you for the request, hope you like what I did with it. Sorry if I made it too angsty! And my most sincere apologies for publishing it so late. Enjoy XOXO ❤

“Guys, come on now! I’m not hiding anything!“ I laugh, looking up from the comments to the camera, “You know how much I hate being embarrassed! Believe me when I say these tattoos are EMBERRASSING. I got them while I was either drunk or in my emo phase and I’m not too proud of them.“

I’m currently doing an Instagram live Q&A session that I scheduled last week. I do one every month and it’s my favorite way of connecting with my audience. An hour of chill lo-fi and questions and answers. I get really excited every time I schedule the session. My fans are such amazing people and they are all so supportive, funny, intelligent...I could go on and on about their positive qualities. One thing I’m not too fond of is their persistent curiosity. Here’s why.

Yesterday, while streaming, I got an unexpected pain in my forearm. Instinctively, I lifted my shirt sleeve to see what was wrong, flashing a few tattoos at my viewers in the process. I’ve never mentioned my tattoos to my audience, not even my boyfriend, actually, so to have this much attention on them so suddenly makes me want to hide them even more. People started commenting on them during the stream and I tried to dodge the majority of the questions, but I knew they would be inevitable during the Q&A. If the session hadn’t been scheduled for like a week at that point I maybe would’ve postponed it until the dust settled. 

“I have several. Not only on my arm.“ I only answer these vague questions. I avoid the ones that are asking details like what is depicted with the tattoos and what’s their meaning, bla, bla, bla.

Here’s the thing. I got my first tattoo when I was fifteen at this shady alley tattoo shop and I’ve been obsessed with tattoos since. I made a deal with myself to get at least one every year.

Needless to say, I’m twenty years old and have almost the same number of tattoos. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not ashamed of them. And I lied when I said they were embarrassing. I am quite happy with them, the way they look, at least. Each of them represent something different. Unfortunately, they are representative of some dark and depressing times. Times I want only the fewest of few people to know about.

“Yes, he’s here. You can’t see him, but he’s waving. He says hi.“ Corpse is the perfect distraction. My viewers love him just as much - maybe more - as they love me. 

He knows how easily I get overwhelmed by the attention and pressure of thousands of eyes on me and whenever I’m having a hard time while streaming all he has to do is walk in my recording room and just say the most random thing. Recently, his go-to phrase has been ‘Chicken wing’ and it always cracks up both me and my viewers.

Speaking of Corpse, him and I have been dating for over a year now. We moved in together a month or two before quarantine was officially a thing so we have been together 24/7. It’s scary how many things you can pick up on when you spend so much time with someone. That, of course, means he has noticed some of my tattoos. He has asked me about them, like why I cover them up and why am I so secretive about them and I’ve always been vague and indirect with my answers. He’s the sweetest and most patient person ever, so he has never pressed me with the questions, but I’m still hoping to gain the courage to reveal them to him someday.

“Thanks for tuning in, guys! See you tomorrow for my regular stream and next month for a chill hang out like this one. Love you, stay safe. Mwah!“ And with that the live video is done and I can finally breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Now we can order dinner“ I smile at Corpse who is chilling on the couch in my recording room. He looks up from his phone screen, returning my smile. “Were you recording a Behind The Scenes again?“

He does that often, not only with my Instagram lives but sometimes my streams as well. That’s actually how we revealed our relationship to our fanbases. 

He nods, “Yeah.” He pauses for a second, switching to a sitting position with his feet touching the floor. We’re almost at eye-level now. His arms snake around my waist as he pulls me closer towards him. I take the hint and settle in his lap, my legs on either side of him. “I admire how well you handled the pressure back there. I know how you feel about that topic.”

The small bit of anxiety that has started spreading throughout my chest disappears. He has that calming effect on me. Like my own personal safety blanket that’s with me at all times. “I wouldn’t have handled it so well if you weren’t here with me.” I say as I run a hand through his hair, moving a few stray curls away from his gorgeous eyes.

He shakes his head, making the strands fall back over his eyes, “It has nothing to do with me, Y/N. You are simply an amazing person, that’s all.“ His cold hand cups my burning red cheek, leaning my head down so our foreheads are touching. “Nothing could change my mind about it.“

That sentence causes a small pang in my chest. I feel like a manipulator. I’ve led this man to fall in love with me without knowing the past versions. I realize it’s incredibly manipulative of me to reveal my dark aspects only after we’re head over heels for one another, but I can live with it. If it were up to me, he’d never have to know. He would never have to find out that I’m not the amazing person he thinks I am. I have been broken countless times before and all my pieces are just glued in place. Not all of them are where they’re supposed to be and some of them are on the verge of breaking off. Just like a mirror. You can put all the pieces together but not only will you see the cracks, the shards can fall at any moment. 

My tattoos are to me as the cracks are to the mirror - evidence of my fragility and the many falls and breaks I’ve had throughout my life.

“Are you sure about that?“ I whisper, trying my hardest to engrave every detail of this moment in my mind because, after what I’m about to do, I’m afraid we might never be like this again.

The softness of his curls, his scent, his warmth, the way he makes me feel. I can hardly believe I’m risking losing all of that, but I owe him the truth.

I feel him nod against my forehead. I tense up and pull away so I can look him in the eyes. It’s hard for me to maintain eye contact especially when I’m fighting back tears. I can’t even say I’m about to lose him. I’m about to let him go. It’s up to him if he stays or decides that he deserves better.

No backing out, Y/N.

I grab the hem of my sweater and lift it up, revealing the many ink drawings on my skin. I discard the sweater on the floor, leaving me in only my bra meaning all my tattoos are on display. Not exactly all, I have some on my legs as well, but these are some of the most important ones. The ones which reveal most about who I used to be.

Corpse takes my hands, tilting my arms so he can take a better look at the tattoos that go from my wrists to the bend of my arm. His thumbs caress the tattoo on each of my wrists. “This one... “ I nod to my left wrist, “I got on my friend’s birthday. We both did. They’re matching.“ The tattoo depicts a heart with a keyhole. “She got the key.“

“I thought I had the key.“ He says, smirking up at me.

“You do now.“ I feel the pang again but this time it doesn’t go away. It’s a constant pain - a constant fear. Being scared of something inevitable is the most nerve-wracking feeling. It makes you feel small, helpless, like you’re standing aside watching your life be controlled by a force you can’t see.

Before he can break me even more, I go on, nodding to my upper arm, a little below my shoulder where there’s a rope tattoo that bends around my arm, its ends connecting in a bow, “I got this one after my shoulder healed.”

His brows furrow in concern as he tilts my head for me to look at him, “Healed from what?”

Here we go. Let the cat out of the bag. “Um....well...” I instinctively reach up to touch my shoulder, running my fingertips over the inked rope. “My dad wasn’t a very nice guy.”

I can pinpoint the second his heart breaks. I don’t want to hear what he has to say, I know it will kill me, so I just continue, moving onto the one on my other wrist where the word ‘Shadow’ is written in cursive writing, “This was my nickname in my friend group. I was the only one to never get caught shoplifting.”

The tears are gonna start rolling at any moment so I deliver the final blow, moving onto the most traumatic event, aka the tattoo on my collarbone of a heartbeat turning into a dead line and kicking up again, “This one I got after I woke up from my almost overdose.”

As if on cue, a tear falls from my eye onto his hand that’s still holding mine. My voice remains still, to my surprise, but I know it won’t be long before it too gives and breaks. I can’t look at him. I don’t want to see any sympathy or that look like he doesn’t recognize me. I feel like I’ve let both myself and him down.

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?“ he asks me in a whisper. He sounds almost hurt. “You know you can tell me anything.“

I see another tear fall, “I know. I just...didn’t want you to think any less of me.“

Again, he lifts my head so he can look me straight in the eyes. He knows how much I struggle with eye contact and how much I hate crying in front of people, he knows how vulnerable I feel when someone’s looking me in the eyes or when someone sees me cry. He also knows that he’s the only exception to that rule. He knows I never feel out of place when he’s around. 

“Think less of you? Babe, you’re a fighter like no other. You picked you life back up. You did all that on your own. You’re a warrior, Y/N.“

I smile through the tears which are now ones of joy instead of fear and dread. “I was a dumb teenager, Corpse. I had no idea what I was doing. I just wanted to get a thrill and feel something other than pain. I know I went about it the wrong way but...” he gives my hand an encouraging squeeze, “And you’re wrong, I didn’t do it all on my own.” I release his hand so I can cup his cheek. His hand comes up to cover mine as I swipe my thumb on his cheekbone, “I met you a month after I left the hospital. The rest you know. I moved to a less druggie populated part of town and I repaired my relationship with my aunt. All that time, I was balancing between the need to relapse and the will to stay alive. After I met you, that balancing act was no longer a balancing act at all. I didn’t even think about my past anymore. I was more focused on what I could be. On what I have to be to deserve to have you by my side.” 

“You will always have me on your side, Y/N. Even when you don’t want or need me there.“ With both his hands holding mine he leans forward, connecting our lips. It’s a short kiss laced with nothing but love and adoration. 

As we lay on the couch, him asking about each individual tattoo I didn’t get to tell him about, everything just seems a lot easier. Like a big area that was previously dark has suddenly turned into the brightest point of our relationship.

“I need to get that key tattooed. It’s only appropriate.“ He says, his finger tracing the heart on my wrist.

“Or an ownership deal for it. That heart’s yours, you know.“ I laugh, lifting my arm to inspect the oldest painting on my body, “It’s your favorite one?”

“No.” he shakes his head, “This is my favorite one.” he leans down and kisses the heartbeat on my collar bone. “I’m so glad it started beating again.”

“I am too.“

@susceptible-but-siriusexual  @simonsbluee  @save-the-sky  @hacker-ghost  @itsminniekat  @bi-andready-tocry  @imtiredaffff  @jazzkaurtheglorious  @hereforbeebo  @fandomgirl17  @chrysanthykios  @maehemscorpyus

[damnlance]

Klance angsty prompt 6 please 👀

Klangst Prompt #6

6. “You’ve never hurt me. Ever”

Summary: Lately, Lance has been stressed beyond the point of breaking… The end of the war was 3 years ago and yet, it’s not enough time to pass for Lance to feel better. Not even close. Everyone has always called him a hero. And since the day they landed back on earth, everyone has gone so far to ask for photos and autographs and all that. These days Lance is sick of it.

Or; the pressures of being the ‘savior of earth’ has been building up inside of Lance, causing him to erupt on any and everyone.

Good thing he has his amazing boyfriend.

-there’s a slow start, but I PROMISE it’s klance so just keep reading!

-also galra (kitten) Keith ?? I love him

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It all started with a fangirl just a few weeks ago.

Lance decided to walk to his favorite coffee shop one chilly afternoon. He woke up really late and was immediately craving something sweet yet bitter. And since he lives with most of his family, running out of coffee five days after buying a brand new pack of it is very common, especially when no one wants to buy more for whatever reason.

So there Lance was, walking down the street. Hands tucked into his blue lion hoodie (thanks to all the merch the fans of voltron have made over the years), making his way to the closest coffee shop near his home. And then he hears the high pitched squeal of a girl at least 10 feet away from him. Then 9 feet.. then 6.. then 4 because she’s literally running at him with the speed of a hundred cheetahs chasing a gazelle until she’s right there, face to face with Lance.

“Oh my god!!” She yelled, jumping up and down like some 5 year old girl getting a puppy. She was about 5’7, short brown hair and huge blue eyes that almost resembled Lance’s. She wore this giant faux fur coat and beanie to match, and her phone was IN LANCE’S FACE.

She was all over him and it was attracting others to stare their way. Lance tried to calm her down by smiling and using a little of his charm but it was just making the girl fangirl even more. So he took a picture with her to be on his way before the coffee shop got too busy. But she wouldn’t back off. Apparently she wasn’t satisfied with the picture, something about how her eyes were closed? Or how blurry it came out? Lance couldn't remember, he just wanted his coffee.

The girl kept hounding him and following him, demanding that he retake the picture with her. Lance let her down easy, saying how he needed to be someplace important and that he was running late. The girl kept pushing him. Following his every move, right on his heels. Begging, pleading with him to take more pictures because she ‘needed them,’ whatever that meant. Lance tried his hardest to be nice and polite because as a former paladin of voltron and as one of seven someone’s who have saved the entire universe, his image is everything. Without him or his former paladins, there would probably be no earth. So he stopped in his tracks and took a better picture with the girl.

He felt good to see her happy because of something that he had done. Plus he looked really good in that picture, who knew the earth’s natural lighting at 1pm could make his skin look so smooth? Once he gave his approval of the better pic, he was on his way again, hoping that the line to the coffee shop wasn’t even longer now. As he started to fast walk down the busy sidewalk, something yanked him back by the neck and he came crashing down. Literally. He fell right back on his ass and when he looked up, this same crazy girl was looming over him like a mad woman. With his blue hand-knit wool scarf dangling from her grabby hands. The anger that had been simmering in Lance’s gut was at a full blown boil and he was just about ready to explode. So.. he kinda did..

Long and embarrassing story short, Lance yelled at her. He snatched his blue scarf out of her hands so fast, it scared her, and as he rubbed his most likely bruised tailbone, he got in her face and began blaming her for the world's most horrible fan interaction. He was so angry, that he balled his fists, stomped his foot and had veins protruding out of his neck and forehead. He called her names and most likely spit in her face, but he didn’t care. And when he was done, he took a step back and examined the girl in front of him. She was folded in on herself, holding her arms close to her body as her bottom lip quivered and fat, giant tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked so.. mortified. And actually.. scared of him. Like if Lance were to say anything or move a muscle, she’d flinch.

Seconds later, Lance’s face softened into something regretful and he went out to reach for her, to apologize. But, like he knew she would, she flinched. And then hurried away like he was a mad man. All the while crying and clutching her phone to her chest. Lance felt absolutely demolished inside. He tried to go after her but his feet were glued to the cement of the sidewalk. He didn’t even want his coffee anymore.

Thankfully, there were no viral videos or photos or posts about the incident. Lance ended up tracking the girl down a few days later and showered her with all the love he could muster, even taking as many pics as she wanted and liking them on Instagram when she tagged him. But.. something inside him still felt so horrible about the incident. For a moment, Lance had realized that he genuinely hurt that girl for no real reason. He just wanted some coffee but is coffee more important than the people who are thankful and want to show their gratitude for him for everything he did with voltron? If the roles were reversed and he stayed on earth, he would be bending over backwards to let all the paladins know just how thankful he was to live another day on their planet. That girl probably had family, friends, maybe a spouse and kids, and in the midst of that horrible battle 3 years ago, she most likely thought that one of those days would be her last with them.

It broke Lance’s heart thinking about it. He really hurt her. Sure, he made it right and she forgave him, but in that single moment, he actually hurt someone enough to make them cry, to make them run away from him. It was a terrible feeling. It wasn’t Lance. He never wanted that to happen again.

And at the same time.. he.. kinda never wanted to be the savior of earth. Not really.. he just wanted to feel like he had a place in the universe, and to know that he played an important role. That he mattered.

Guess he really matters now..

He sends a long text to Keith with shaky hands.

Message delivered..

The second he walked through the door, his phone rang. It was a three-way call with Hunk and Pidge. Lance pressed the green button to answer and placed the phone to his ear. Immediately, Hunk starts going on and on about how much he misses Lance and when the next time they’ll see each other will be. Lance smiled at his best friend’s inability to ever take a breath between sentences and replied with a warm ‘I miss you too, buddy.’ They got to catching up as Lance ordered his garlic knots and sat down at a private booth near the back of the place. He didn’t want to draw any attention to himself, especially when he got the call from his best friends.

Hunk tells him all the great things that’s been happening at the Garrison and even on the Atlas. He tells him how his restaurant is doing and how his family is doing and how Shay is doing. Pidge catches him up on things with her family, some new inventions she’s been working on, and how being the youngest teacher at the Garrison is going. Lance listens and gives his two cents on everything his friends tell him and honestly, he couldn’t be more happy for them. The way they were able to just get their lives together 3 years after the war is.. incredible. It made him think about everything he’s done since the war ended. Which wasn’t much.. he took over his family’s farm and brought it back to life, he helps out Colleen, Pidge’s mom, with medicine and finding cures to strange space illnesses with plants she has him grow on his farm, and his family’s market wouldn’t be as popular or swarming with business if he didn’t work there. Sad but true. And that’s really it. He hasn’t done much else. Nothing life changing or breathtaking like his friends.

But Hunk and Pidge don’t need to know that. So he simply replies with: “Oh, ya know.. same old, same old,” and hopes it works enough to keep the conversation flowing and follow up questions at bay. It does.

30 minutes into their conversation and Lance is starting to feel a little.. agitated. With the garlic knots consumed and digesting in his stomach, he sits in the booth, alone, listening to his friends go on and on and on about their perfect jobs and their perfect little lives. He gets lost a few times and at one point has literally no idea what they’re talking about. When he tries to ask what or who or even get the slightest details, Pidge lets out a sigh that Lance can’t help but feel like is out of annoyance. Lance sighs back and continues to stay silent because obviously he’s not getting anywhere. Why even bother putting him on a call that Hunk and Pidge could have just had on their own??

Balling his fist, Lance let out a loud, overdramatic sigh. He didn’t care if his friends heard it or how they took it. He was upset. The conversation between his two friends comes to a halt and then awkward silence. Pidge is the first to speak up with a:

“Something you wanna add, Lance?” The annoyance in her voice is very much there and Lance doesn’t miss it. He scoffs loudly and grits his teeth.

“No.” He says, voice deepening in anger.

“Oh really?” Pidge asks, poking the sleeping bear that lies dormant in lance. “Cause it sure sounds like it to me. Why don’t you stop being such a fucking child and tell us what’s bothering you this time??”

Lance damn near growls.

The line has gone quiet now. Hunk’s unsteady breathing is audible but other than that, silence. Lance digs his nails into the skin of his palms and tries to keep the angry tears in his eyes from falling down his cheeks. With a deep shaky breath, he smiles through the pain.

“You know what, Katie,” Lance spits and it makes Hunk gasp. “Fuck YOU and this stupid, shitty attitude you have all the time!”

“Oh, god..” Hunk winces.

“I don’t know what the actual fuck crawled up your ass,” Lance continues, “but I’m sick of it! I've been sick of it for years! I’m sick of keeping my mouth shut and quite frankly, I’m sick of YOU!”

Lance is standing up out of his seat now. His chest heaves up and down as the angry tears have fallen past his face and down his neck. His voice is two octaves deep from anger and the skin of his palm is bloody from how hard he’s digging his nails into it. The place has gone quiet now and Lance can feel multiple pairs of eyes on him. So much for not drawing any attention to himself.

The line is quiet. Then, the sound of a huff of breath. A small laugh.. And then:

“Wow. Nice one, McClain..” Pidge’s voice is small, but so full of something. “Go screw yourself, you asshole.”

The call ends. Whether Pidge or Hunk ended it, is unclear.

Minutes pass, and Lance is still standing in the same place with the phone to his ear. Tears are running down his face, and his Altean marks are buzzing so loud in his ears. His heart is pounding in his ribcage and ice cold sorrow runs through his veins..

He sends a long text to Keith with shaky hands.

Message delivered...

Now, exactly 3 months since that little incident, Lance sits alone in his home. In his childhood bedroom he can’t seem to rearrange because he’s still holding out hope that one day he’ll turn back time and be his child self and get a redo on his life. But hey, it’s better this way. After the whole dilemma with Pidge, Hunk tried to call Lance to help but ended up getting his feelings hurt. Yep. By Lance. Because Lance is a big jerk and can’t stop hurting everyone around him.

So he hasn’t talked to Pidge or Hunk since then. Mostly out of guilt and shame because those two are supposed to be his bestest friends and he hurt them. Nothing he could say or do could make up for his selfish mind and stupid mouth. Lance had this whole plan to go to Shiro about it, to get his advice so Lance could make it all better.

But Pidge being Pidge.. texted the whole thing in their group chat and.. well.. everyone saw it. Shiro, Hunk, Matt, even Keith possibly! It got so bad that Lance’s phone kept going off with alerts from everyone asking what happened and what he said. Curtis tried calling him and left a few messages. Shiro left him a long voicemail. And of course the word traveled so fast that it reached New Altea and Coran got involved. Which caused Romelle to be involved, too. She gossiped to Acxa, who told her girlfriend, who happens to be Lance’s sister, Veronica. Veronica blabbed to Rachel, who blabbed to Marco, who blabbed to Luis.. who blabbed to Lance’s dad.. WHO BLABBED TO LANCE’S MOM. And boy did she have some interesting words for him in the SEVEN, LONG voicemails asking exactly ‘what happened’and ‘why The Holt siblings were so angry with him.’

Everything escalated so fast. Lance can’t even remember what he said. Or why he said it. Since the war ended, it’s been so hard on him. Sure, it’s been hard on everyone, but for Lance it’s been different. Everyone looks up to him for some reason and expects him to do so good and be the hero they all think he is, when in reality? He was just a leg…

Exactly what did he gain from being a paladin of voltron anyway?? Get banged up and bruised almost everyday he was out there? Have people on his case, constantly reminding him how unimportant he was to the team? Pointing out all of his flaws and mistakes and focusing on those when there’s a million other good things he’s done that towers over all the bad shit?? Sure, he returned home to his family who he literally missed and cried for every single day, but he lost the love of his life in the process.

To put it all out there, Lance didn’t really gain anything. He got to travel through space, which was his dream since he was a little kid, and then space chewed him up and spit him out as some fake hero with PTSD and other trauma that will haunt him for the rest of his pathetic life.

So.. these past 3 months.

Lance has been sitting up in his childhood room.

Wishing he could use the power of Altea or something to turn back time.

And be his younger self.

His innocent self.

His happier self.

Back when he wasn’t so fucked up and had dreams and goals.

Back when everyone was proud of him.

Back to when he didn’t know who Allura was or that she even existed. Back to when Voltron didn’t exist either and everything was fucking fine.

Staring up at his ceiling, Lance counts the glow in the dark stars that he’s had up there since he was six years old. Somehow they’re still glowing and Lance is thankful for that because at 3 in the morning when the world is fast asleep and everything is pitch black, he could use the light.

It comforts him. Reminds him of a simpler, more happier time in his life.

Something sharp digs through Lance’s chest as he stares at those fake neon stars, and it hurts really bad. His breathing begins to quicken, matching the beat of his heart, and a lump finds its way up his throat. Tears pool in the rim of his eyes and spill down the corners, streaming down the sides of his face.

And they don’t stop. The stars get blurrier as Lance’s breathing gets heavier. His body begins to tremble with every hiccup of a sob that pours out of him and he’s crying so hard that his brain throbs in his head.

He curls in on himself in his bed and wraps his arms around his torso, crying uncontrollably into his space themed pillow. His Altean marks begin to buzz and glow and he can’t bring himself to care because all he wants to do is disappear.

Disappear from this game called life.

He types a text to Keith with teary eyes and a quivering bottom lip.

Message.. deleted…

As 3 in the morning turns to 4, a pod lands in the grass just a couple yards away from Lance’s farm. Boot covered feet step out of said pod and touch the wet grass waiting for them. It’s still dark out and the only light visible are the fireflies that buzz around a pair of cowboy booted feet. Those booted feet begin to walk, carrying a tall, broad, raven haired stranger up a hill to Lance’s home. The frogs and crickets seem to grow louder as the stranger in black cowboy boots makes their way to the front porch and pulls back the creaky screen door to a cold, locked doorknob. A set of keys are pulled out and a specific blue key is pushed inside the lock, turning and unlocking the door. The stranger walks in and is instantly met.. with..

Crying??

“H-Hello??” The stranger calls out. “Lance?”

The crying stops.

It’s dead quiet..

The door shuts on its own and the echo around the house is eery.

Light footsteps descend the stairs and before they know it, the stranger is being tackled to the ground in a bear hug.

“Ah-! Lance!?” They yell as the duffel bag from their hand falls to the ground.

“Keith!!” Lance yells out, voice rasped from endless crying.

Keith can immediately hear it and wraps his arms around Lance so tight, holding him close. His eyes glow yellow, something that usually happens out of fear, anger, or protectiveness, and his lips protrude to make way for his double set of fangs that are ready to bite any and everyone.

“Lance!” Keith tries to sit up but is pinned to the ground with all of Lance’s dead body weight. “Lance, honey, are you hurt? What’s wrong??”

A hand through curly brown locks and Lance’s crying dies down. He snuggles his face into Keith’s neck and hiccups through a response. Something too incoherent for Keith to make out, but he feels it has something to do with why he was told to go home ASAP.

A few weeks ago, Keith was contacted by Acxa via video chat. They talked and caught up for a few minutes before Acxa told Keith the real reason for her call. She explained that Veronica was having a tough time reaching out to Lance and that he might be in some kind of trouble. Not knowing the full extent of the story, Acxa only told Keith what she heard from Veronica and others. Fearing the worst, Keith packed up his shit and set a course for Earth as fast as he could.

Unfortunately, there were some setbacks on his way over where he had to make a few stops to tend to aliens in need because after all, that’s still his job as a blade member, but when that got finished, Keith hightailed it over. His Galra instincts wouldn't allow him to stay away for much longer anyway and having accepted his galra side a long time ago, it would have been best for everyone to let him go home.

Keith now lays in Lance’s bed, every inch of Lance’s body wrapped up around him like a snake. Keith strokes Lance’s hair soothingly and holds him close to his chest, right over his beating heart. A deep, soothing purr emits itself from Keith’s body and calms Lance’s nerves right down to the bone. Keith knows how much Lance adoreshis Galran features and at this point, Keith would do absolutely anything for Lance to feel better.

They talked about everything that happened and are now in the cuddle stage. Lance has his eyes shut, listening to Keith purr just for him. Long limbs wrapped around every inch of his boyfriend while Keith’s long nails scratch at his scalp, life is so good.

Life is so good with Keith around.

“So,” Keith says, voice as calm as ever. “What exactly did Pidge say?”

“Oh,” Lance answers, his voice quiet as a mouse. “You didn’t see the messages in the group chat?”

“No.” Keith shrugs, laying his cheek against Lance’s forehead. “Been kinda busy.. And I actually don’t understand how a group chat works.”

That rises a chuckle out of Lance as he sits up a bit to reach for his phone on the bedside dresser.

“Idiot,” he whispers with a small smile on his face and it makes Keith light up, his purring becoming a bit louder.

Lance lays back on Keith’s chest as he scrolls through the messages on his phone. When he finds the message from Pidge, Lance clears his scratchy throat and sniffs.

“From Pidgeotto,” he starts, looking at Pidge’s name in their ✨Paladudes✨ group chat. “Just an FYI lance is a.. a total fucking jackass and I am no longer friends with him..”

Keith immediately frowns at that.

Lance continues. “He can suck my big toe for all I care. I’m done with him. Have fun being a lonely loser @LanceyPants.”

“What the fuck?” Keith says, eyes glowing yellow in the dark room. “Why would she say that!?”

Lance shakes his head, tears forming in his eyes again. “Because she was right. I am a jackass..”

“Lance, no!” Keith sits up, bringing Lance with him. They sit side by side as Lance holds himself and looks down at his space blanket. He shrugs once and sniffs.

“Keith, stop,” he says, wiping a tear from his eye. “Look, I said some very hurtful things to her and she lashed out in a perfectly normal way..”

“Normal!?” Keith scoffs, grabbing Lance’s phone and rereading the message again. “Jackass? Loser?? Come on, Lance, she’s completely bullying you and you know it!”

Lance whips around with an angry expression on his face “Because I deserve it!”

The room grows quiet. Keith takes a deep breath and reaches over to grab Lance’s shoulders.

“Calm.” He says, taking a deep breath for Lance to mimic. Lance takes a deep breath with him and lets it out. Keith begins to purr again and it calms Lance even more.

“I.. Sorry..”

Keith nods. He reaches up to cup Lance’s cheek and rubs his thumb across Lance’s tear stained eye.

“You know I would never hurt anyone on purpose..” Lance sniffs. “That’s not who I am. I’m just.. I’m tired of being this symbol of everything strong and good and brave.”

“Mhm,” Keith rubs Lance’s back, leaning in closer to him to nuzzle his forehead. Lance nuzzles back and Keith’s purrs.

“I keep.. I keep hurting everyone I care about..” Lance whispers in a voice so low and fragile, it nearly shatters Keith’s heart.

“That’s not true.” Keith pulls back a little to look into Lance’s teary blue eyes. “Lance, you are the most incredible, selfless, honest person I’ve ever known. You are strong and good and brave even if you don’t mean to be. Or want to be.”

Lance pulls away and stares at his hands. Keith keeps his eyes focused on Lance.

“I know you think you hurt that fangirl from a few months ago.” Keith continues. “Or Pidge. Or Hunk. Or your parents or friend or family or whoever, but you could never hurt anyone.”

“Yeah, right,” Lance shakes his head. “I already did. I hurt everyone.”

“And even if that’s true,” Keith grabs Lance’s hands in his own, “which it’s not, you’re not doing it on purpose. You have a right to your own feelings! And you have a right to speak your mind.”

“And what if that hurts people??” Lance looks up and meets teary eyes to indigo ones. “What if I accidentally hurt my mama or my sisters or brothers, or nieces and nephews because I can’t be who they want me to be, who they think I am!?”

“Lance,” Keith shakes his head.

“What if I hurt you???” Lance’s eyes go wide. He looks Keith up and down and exhales a panicked breath. “God, Keith.. wh-what if I hurt you??”

“Oh, Lancey,” Keith sighs that lovey-dovey sigh where his eyes go all big and black like a cat’s, and the purr in his chest gets louder. “You’ve never hurt me. Ever.”

Lance stares into Keith’s eyes like they’re his lifeline.

“B-but.. but what if-?”

“No more what if’s!” Keith cuts Lance off by covering his mouth with his hand. “Listen to me, Lance. Are you listening??”

Lance nods repeatedly.

“Good,” Keith smiles, all crooked and cute and beautiful. “The only person you ever need to worry about hurting is yourself.”

And there it is. The one thing Lance has been dying to hear without knowing he’d been dying to hear it. It’s like a breath of fresh air, or cool rain on a hot and sweaty day. The permission he needed but didn’t really need. He has a right to care about himself and put himself first but whenever he tries, the guilt eats him alive. Why should he care about himself when he has to care more about others???

No. That’s not the case. It’s never been the case.

“You’ve gotta stop doing this to yourself,” Keith finishes, stroking the endless sea of tears that are falling from Lance’s eyes. He strokes Lance’s glowing Altean marks and leans forward to kiss one softly. Lance trembles slightly, closing his eyes to bask in the moment.

“I’m sure Pidge has gotten over it by now,” Keith reassures. “She just has too much pride to make the first more and apologize. You know how she is.”

“Y-Yeah,” Lance hiccups, nodding.

“And Hunk?” Keith scoffs. “I bet your mailbox is full of letters from him, explaining how sorry he is and hoping you’re doing alright. You know if he can’t reach you from your phone, he has other ways.”

That makes Lance smile.

“There’s probably cookies on the way right now.” He looks into Keith’s eyes, exhaling a small laugh.

“Oh, yeah,” Keith agrees, laughing that angelic laugh and showing off his perfect pearly fangs. Lance’s heart skips a fucking beat.

“And your fangirl?” Keith’s purring stops. “Well, she never should have gotten all up in your space that’s for sure. You had every right to punch her.”

“Keith!” Lance squeaks, face contorting into shock and confusion. “I-I didn’t punch her!”

“Really?” Confusion etches itself all over Keith’s features and he puts a finger to his chin. “I could have sworn I read that in your text.”

“No way, man!” Lance defends, waving his arms around. “Why would I ever in my life-!” He stops mid sentence to see the shit-eating grin plastered on Keith’s face.

“Just kiddin, lil lady,” Keith says in his best southern accent, smiling big and wide.

Lance bursts out into a fit of laughter, hitting Keith’s chest and arms and back. Keith shields himself and laughs, grabbing Lance’s arms and bringing him down onto the mattress. They fall back with Keith looming over Lance, his long raven hair surrounding their faces.

Lance stares up into those beautiful, indigo eyes and sniffs, unable to look away. He reaches up and cups Keith’s face, rubbing his thumb over Keith’s Galran stripe.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” Keith asks in his softest voice, eyes roaming from Lance’s teary blue eyes to his luscious lips.

“Yes,” Lance nods, not even bothering to blink because if he does, he’ll miss Keith’s everything.

“Don’t let anyone get you down, my sweetheart.” Keith whispers, leaning in closer. “Ever.”

Lance nods.

“And if they do,” Keith’s face turns serious, indigo eyes going dark. “I’ll bite their throats out and hand them to you on a silver platter.”

“Keith,” Lance exhales, going red in the face and ears. “Holy shit, you can’t just say things l-like that.”

Keith’s hard demeanor falls as he giggles and leans in close. Before they close the gap between their lips, Lance whispers, “And hey. I thought pet names were my thing?”

And Keith kisses him to shut him up.

They kiss like they haven’t seen each other in years and it’s the greatest Lance has ever felt. Keith kisses like he’s starving for it, craving it so much more than air and it’s hot and powerful and so, so damn good.

Lance wraps his arms and legs around Keith’s body and kisses him back with fervor. He allows Keith to make him feel better, and kisses his pain away. Keith pulls away slowly, licking into Lance’s mouth before he does so. Lance lets out a small groan and smiles before he opens his eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers, tucking some hair behind Keith’s ear.

“I love you, more,” Keith whispers back, settling himself between Lance’s legs. “Feeling any better?”

“A little,” Lance looks away, sniffling a little. His eyes focus back to Keith’s and a small smile appears on his kiss swollen lips. “But I know a great way you can make me feel all the way better.”

“Oh, yeah,” Keith smirks, burying his face into Lance neck to start kissing slowly. “And what’s that?”

Lance giggles like a little kid, running his hands up and down Keith’s sides. When Keith pulls back, he trails his kisses up the side of Lance’s face and stops at his Altean mark.

“Make love to me,” Lance whispers, rubbing his nose against Keith’s. “Touch me all over and hold me until the sun comes up and just.. love me. Please..”

Keith’s face softens into something full of love and adoration. He moves forward to peck Lance’s lips, then his chin, and then his other Altean mark.

“Anything you want, my sweet..” he kisses Lance’s cheek. “Beautiful..” he kisses Lance’s jaw. “Amazing.. wonderful..”

“Alright, enough!” Lance laughs, slapping Keith in the back. His cheeks are on fire as he closes his eyes when Keith starts nibbling on his neck with his fangs. A chill runs down Lance’s spine and tingles to his toes, making them curl.

Keith sits up one last time and stares at Lance like he’s the world.

“I’ll take good care of you, baby.” He says with the utmost truth in his sultry voice. “I promise. We’re in this together.”

“Yeah,” Lance nods, letting his tears fall down his face and glowing Altean marks. “Together.”

And as Keith kisses Lance so lovingly, Lance can’t help but be glad that he can’t turn back time to be his younger self. Because with Keith around, he feels all the happiness in the whole world just like he did when he was young.

-END-

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The Universe Had His Back - Chapter 5

Sunrise

Summary: The aftermath of the breathtaking encounter between reader and Levi when true feelings are revealed

Chapters: Four | Five | Six

Master List

Warnings: Fem! Reader, Angst, Fluff, Modern AU, Reference to alcohol abuse, slight swearing.

Word Count: ~ 2.5k

Inspiration: Starry Night - Suho

Tags: @sooibian, @queenofcurse, @red-n-tall ; Anyone else who'd like to be tagged, please let me know!

You accepted Levi’s offer to drive you home, a decision you would come to regret the moment the car was in motion. The journey was quiet, with you mostly looking out of the window as he drove. Your greed for more time with him that you didn’t account for how dejected you would go on to feel once the adrenaline dried out. You hadn't exactly ended things with him on amicable terms. The ride home in his company just added salt to the unhealed wounds. Levi turned his head towards you several times like he wanted to say something, but didn't.

“How’s Luna?”, your words finally cut through the silence, voice low and shaky.

“She’s fine. Isabel stayed at home with her today.”, he responded, eyes focused on the road.

Then it was quiet again. It took all the strength to bottle up the multitude of emotions building up within you that were burning to be expressed. So, you decided to focus your attention on the row of lush green trees along the sidewalk, whirring past you.

Levi quelled his desire to lay his hand on yours more than once; intertwining your fingers snugly together while you ran soothing circles on the back of his palm - something he always did while driving with you by his side.

‘Old habits die hard’, he thought. Neither of you uttered a word again till your apartment building was around the corner. You sat glued to your seat, unmoving even after he parked.

“You know that you could just come see her, right? She asks about you every day.”, Levi’s gaze was still fixed on the car parked in front of his own, his voice barely audible.

You sighed, feeling ashamed for depriving your own baby of your presence.

“I’m not ready. What if I can't keep it together in front of her? I need to get better before she sees me.” you despaired, looking down at your feet, too afraid of the effect on Luna if she saw you like this.

“I’m going to be right there with you. And how do you expect to get any better if you deny yourself the exact person who is capable of making you feel so?”, Levi turned in his seat to face you, placing a firm hand on your shoulder.

He was right. Of course, Luna was the only one who could pull you out of this abyss. Why had you been running away from her this whole time?

“C-Can I come see her after work tomorrow?”, you squeaked.

“You don’t have to ask. We’ll both be waiting for you.”, he whispered moving his hand to rest on top of yours.

You finally mustered up the courage to look towards him. He wore the same smile on his face that you had been in love with for the last eight years; the exact one that always assured you that everything was going to be okay.

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Reader’s POV

You entered your apartment and laid the shopping bags on the counter. Taking off your shoes, you placed them neatly on the rack by the door, taking a little step towards keeping the word you gave Miche this morning. It was late in the evening; the Sun having just set. You glanced around your gloomy apartment, at the dark shadows and how even the brightest colored paints and fabrics looked somber in the dusk’s dullness. The eeriness of the space was starting to eat at you when something shiny on the kitchen platform caught your eye. It was a bottle of whiskey, its amber liquid gleaming in the residual rays of light entering through the window.

The conflict in your head began as you started walking towards it absentmindedly. Was tonight going to be the same as the other wretched ones of the last two weeks? Faces of Luna, Levi, Miche and Nanaba flashed before our eyes as you inched towards the humble kitchenette. Finally at your destination, you picked up the bottle and stared at it, putting up a hard fight against the demons in your head.

You jumped when the door to your apartment suddenly slammed open, making the bottle almost slip out of your hands.

"Sweets!", A loud voice called out to you, the light from the window reflecting off the intruder’s glasses.

It was a moniker given to you by your dear friend based on "your profession and character" as they liked to call it. But the truth was, it was a part of the 'couple name' they had created for you and Levi called 'Short and Sweet', earning them a few punches from the holder of the other half of the title.

“Hange, you almost gave me a heart attack! What are you doing barging into my apartment like this?”, you grumbled.

“Well, your door was unlocked. So, how was your run in with Shorty? Tell me everyth... What the fuck is that?”, they began with excitement, but it dissipated as soon as they switched the lights on and spotted what you held in your hands.

You looked like a thief caught in the act. Guilty.

“It-It's nothing. I wasn’t drinking it.”, you stuttered, hastily putting it away.

“You mean you hadn't started drinking it yet?”

They were probably right. That’s how your evenings usually began these days. You tried your hardest to conquer the need for a drink, only to eventually give in and ending up passed out somewhere in your apartment.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a knock. Miche and Nanaba tiptoed inside through the still unlocked door with guilty smiles, as if ready to turn on their heels in case if you decided to chase after them.

“So? How did it go with Ackermann?”, they asked eagerly in unison.

“Wait. Was my day broadcasted in the news or something? How do you already know?”, your face had a giant question mark stamped on it.

“Who do you think brought it all together?”, Hange grinned, proudly wiggling their eyebrows.

You furrowed yours, and audibly gasped seconds later when it hit you. The sequence of events played before your eyes; how each person you had seen today and led to you meeting Levi. First Miche and Nanaba, then Suki. Your jaw slacked, and you gaped at each one of them in complete disbelief at what they had just pulled off.

Miche quietly slithered to position himself closely beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders – a little too tight. Well, you were contemplating introducing their jaws to your fist, so you guessed he was just being cautious.

“Who else knew of this?”, you hissed.

“Not Shorty, if that’s what you’re asking. I cooked up the idea. But it was Erwin who played commander and assigned roles! Everything from you and Levi having the same day off work, Suki and Furlan pestering you two into going with them, Nanaba and Miche forcing you out of here, Isabel staying home with Luna so that Levi could leave, and now us being here to witness the success of our little project, it was brought together by him. In fact, Erwin is checking in on Levi as we speak!”, Hange exclaimed triumphantly.

You felt stupid after finding out that you and Levi got played by practically everyone you knew. How were they this good at keeping it under wraps?

“Why did you do this?” You asked.

“Because you are both too stupid realize how crazy you are about each other and how this estrangement is paining you. So, we just decided to nudge you in the right direction. You’re welcome, by the way!”, Nanaba grinned.

“What are you even talking about? He’s the one who willingly ended what we had.”, you despaired.

The memories of the months preceding the divorce were fresh in your mind. Levi couldn’t stand being in the same room as you for more than a few minutes at a time, constantly falling out with you over something or the other. You remembered how much it hurt when he always seemed irritated by your sheer presence.

“Rubbish! You should know by now that Shorty is a complete moron with his feelings. Don’t you remember how long he stalled asking you out on a date all those years ago? And also, how I finally had to ask you for him? This is history repeating itself, silly!”, Hange chuckled, gently flicking your forehead

“Erwin and I see him every day, Sweets. We know how much he regrets letting you go. But he’s too much of a chicken to do anything about it. We’ve been badgering him to reconnect with you for a while now. But he was terrified of making a move. The dumbass is utterly in love with you. Precisely why Erwin and I decided to take matters in our own hands.”, they stated matter of factly.

The barrage of information caught you completely off guard. But you couldn’t help but dwell on one detail in particular -

“He’s still in love with me?”

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Levi’s POV

Levi felt restless on the drive back home, aimlessly fidgeting with his seatbelt and rapidly tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. He was worried about you. Well, he always was, but more so because of what happened today. He suppressed the constant urges to turn his car around and return to you because he needed to get home to Luna and relieve Isabel of her baby-sitting duties.

He parked the car in the driveway and walked through the front door, momentarily freezing upon seeing a tall blonde man seated on the couch with Luna half asleep on his lap, immediately relaxing after recognizing who it was. He was reading her a story from one of the many books you had bought while Isabel was lounging on the loveseat beside them, her face glowing under the light from her phone screen. All three turned to Levi upon hearing the jingling of his keys.

“Papa!”, the little one was refreshed by the sight. She ran to greet her father by wiggling her way off the man’s lap and on to the floor and hugged is leg.

“Hi, moon beam! Erwin, what are you doing here?”, he asked as he gave Luna a kiss and then looked up at the man.

“I’m here to check in on you. How was your meeting with uh... ahem?”, Erwin cleared his throat instead of mentioning your name in the toddler’s presence.

“Check in on me? How do you know about that? What did you do?”, Levi’s temper audibly rose with each question.

“I’m going to tuck Luna into bed, and you are going to wait right here for my return. We need to have a little chat.” he glowered at the taller blonde before he could answer, ignoring the sheepish smile slapped across his little sister’s face.

Luna was out cold the moment her head rested on the pillow given how worn out she was after horsing around with Isabel all day. Additionally, story time with Erwin already had her feeling drowsy by the time Levi had returned home. Ten minutes and a few goodnight kisses later, he was sitting at the dining table with the two adults, sipping tea that Erwin had just brewed.

“When do you plan to start telling me what is going on? I could have had dinner during the wait.”, he jibed.

“I take it that Suki and Furlan were successful in bringing you two face-to-face?”, Erwin’s tone was casual, maintaining steady eye contact with his old friend.

He proceeded to explain in great detail, how he and Hange worked with both your close friends to hatch this plan.

“Can’t you two keep your eyebrows and shitty glasses out of my fucking business?”, Levi growled.

“Since you both can’t communicate like mature adults and figure things out for yourselves, we had to step in as catalysts. Hange is at her apartment right now, making sure she’s okay.”, Erwin kept his defense short.

Levi was at a loss of words. Sometimes he felt like he wasn’t worthy of his two friends. Hange and Erwin always went out of their way for him when he was hit with a challenging situation, and all he ever did was snivel about it.

“Fine. I’ll give you both credit where you deserve it. I had been wanting to see her myself. But I didn’t know what to say. She is coming over tomorrow to see Luna. So, thanks, I guess.”

Erwin knew that this was the closest thing to an apology and appreciation that he was going to get from Levi. So, he took it with a smile.

“Awesome!”, Isabel's scream cut through the calmness.

“And you.”, his fiery gaze landed on her at the far end of the table where she strategically seated herself away from the reach of her older brother in case if he was particularly irked. “I’m going to take care of Furlan later. But you too are hiding things from me now?”,

“Hey! I was just following Erwin's orders! And how could I say no to having my favorite person all to myself for an entire day?”, she reasoned, her face resembling a cartoon cat that Luna was fond of; Puss in Boots, was it?

“So, how did it go?”, Erwin intervened before Levi could scold her further.

Levi took a minute to gather his thoughts. Images of your face flashed before his eyes, making his tense posture relax significantly.

“I - I don’t even know how to describe it. I feel like for the first time in forever, I might sleep well tonight just because I met her. She looked so beautiful.”, his lips showed signs of the smallest smile as he ran his fingers along the rim of his teacup, gazing at the dark liquid contained within.

He quickly composed himself after realizing that he had in fact just said these words out loud and they were not just in his head, but it was too late. Isabel oohed with amusement and yelped after receiving a flying spoon to the head from him.

“It was also... a stark reminder of what an absolute piece of shit I have been to throw away everything we had. She’s in so much pain.”, his softened expression clearly revealed the despair behind his words.

“As are you, Levi. You made a grave mistake. Unfortunately, you're not the only one who is paying for it. But there is no use lamenting over the past, is there? What counts is what you plan to do now. Have you decided what you will say to her when she visits?”

Levi let out a long, suffering sigh. “I regretted what I did the moment I came back to an empty home from the court that day, Erwin. Seeing her today only reaffirmed how shitty my life is without her. I need to win her back. I’m afraid she’ll reject me after what I did to her. But - But she still needs to know that I -

I’m still in love with her.”

Chapters: Four | Five | Six

[drabbles-mc]

Anything For Family

Juice Ortiz x Reader

Request (I don’t have the URL of the person who requested this anymore so sorry I can’t tag you!): Can you write an imagine of Juice where his old lady has a son from a previous relationship that he has raised him as his own, the little boy calls him dad even when knows he is not his dad, one day the biological father return and wants his son so he kidnapped the reader and the little boy and Juice save them.

Warnings: language, kidnapping

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: This was super different from the stuff that I usually write, so sorry if it’s a little clunky. Hope you enjoy it!

You smiled to yourself as you watched Juice pushing your son on your backyard swing set. The three of you had come so far as a family. Juice came crashing into your life a couple years after your son was born, and somehow the thought of being a step-father didn’t scare him away, the same way that the knowledge of him being part of the MC didn’t scare you away either. You hadn’t expected him to take to the family thing so quickly, but you could tell very shortly after the two of you had gotten together that he was in it for the long-haul.

You son’s biological father had been out of the picture for years. He knew that Juice wasn’t his first dad, but he was the only one that he had really any connection with. He was six years old now, and for four of those years Juice was the only constant male figure in his life—he even referred to him as dad and that made both you and Juice inexplicably happy.

“No higher on that swing,” you were saying it mostly to Juice but it didn’t hurt for both of them to hear.

“But Mom,” your son whined.

“Don’t make me come over there, Lucas,” you tried to sound firm but there was a smile on your face.

Juice took a step back, holding his hands up in surrender, “Whatever Mom says, goes. You know that.”

“Please, Dad?” he begged, “Just one more push?”

Juice looked over to you and you shook your head, “Juan Carlos I swear…”

There was a smile on Juice’s face as he stepped away from the swing. He walked around to the front of the swing set so he could better see just how high Lucas was going. He laughed as he watched him.

“Your mom is right, Luke, that’s high enough.”

You watched the two of them, your fingers idly spinning the rings on your finger. You and Juice had only been together for a year when you decided to get married, but both of you knew that you didn’t need more time to figure it out. Everything just fit and there was no point in delaying the inevitable. Your life together hadn’t been smooth-going all of the time, but at the end of the day you knew that there was no one in the world that you would rather have by your side raising a family with you. There were a few occasions that you wanted to ask Juice if he wanted to bring another child into your family, but the timing never seemed quite right to start that conversation.

“Dinner is going to be ready soon,” you called over to them, “So get ready to come in and wash up.”

You made your way back inside and started to set out plates and silverware for the three of you at the table. You hummed happily to yourself as you got everything situated for your two favorite men.

You were grabbing glasses out of the cupboard when you heard your phone vibrating on the counter. You glanced over and when you saw the name on your screen, you were sure that you had to be imagining things.

“Hello?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, baby,” he laughed.

“What do you want, Mike?” you were trying to sound cold and annoyed, but there was crippling fear coursing through you as you attempted to steady the hand that was holding the phone.

“I just want to spend some time with my son, with my family.”

“Not a fucking chance,” you shook your head despite the fact that he couldn’t see you, “You gave that up when you took off and then got yourself fucking arrested,” you looked outside to make sure that Juice and Luke weren’t coming inside yet.

“Well, I’m out now and you can’t keep him from me, Y/N. You two are my family and you can’t take that away from me.”

“I sure fucking can,” you hit the hang-up button and let out a shaky breath.

Over four years and you hadn’t heard a word from your ex, so why now? You never thought about what would happen when he got out of prison. Truthfully, you assumed that regardless of when he got out, he wasn’t going to want anything to do with you or with Lucas. He wasn’t ready to be a father back then, and you assumed that a few years on the inside wasn’t going to change any of that.

Your spiraling thoughts were interrupted when your son and Juice came crashing into the house roaring with laughter, blissfully unaware of what had just happened. Luke scampered off to the bathroom to wash his hands before dinner and Juice found himself beside you in the kitchen. He searched your face, his smiling dropping away when he realized that something was off.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, “I, um, fuck,” you nervously ran your hands through your hair, “Mike just called.”

His eyes grew wide, “Luke’s father?”

“His sperm donor,” you muttered bitterly.

“What’d he want?”

You shrugged, “He’s out now, I guess. Wants to see Luke and I. He, uh,” tears were stinging at your eyes, “he didn’t sound like he was going to take no for an answer.”

He gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest, “Does he know where we are now?”

You shook your head, “Not that I know of. He doesn’t even know that I’m married. When…when he left I cut all ties with him.”

He nodded, “Okay,” he kissed your temple, “That’s good. Listen, if he reaches out again, let me know. I can look into him and see where he’s at now.”

“I don’t want you getting wrapped up in this, Juan.”

“Hey,” he tilted your chin so you were looking up at him, “I’ll do everything and anything to make sure that you and Luke are safe and happy, okay? There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for the two of you.”

Before the two of you could continue the conversation, Luke came bounding into the kitchen, looking excitedly over at the meal you had prepared. Juice gave you a quick kiss on the lips and went about bringing the last of the dishes over to the table, giving you a moment to try and collect yourself before dinner.

Once dinner was done, the dishes washed, and Luke was tucked into bed, Juice came and sat down next to you on the couch. Your eyes had been glued to your phone screen, waiting for it to light up with your ex’s name. It hadn’t happened, but for some reason that made you even more nervous than if he had been blowing up your phone. Juice rested his hand on your thigh, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

“What do you need me to do?” his voice was soft.

You shrugged, shaking your head, “I have no idea,” a tear escaped down your cheek, “I have no idea what he’s going to do, what he’s capable of.”

“Do you want to stay at the clubhouse for a few days?” he offered up, “I know it’s not ideal but at least he wouldn’t think to find you there.”

You shook your head, grateful for the offer but you had no intention of bringing Luke into the depths of that chaos at such a young age if you could help it, “No, no, that’s alright. Thank you, though. There really isn’t any reason that he would be able to find us here.”

As much as Juice didn’t want to say something to freak you out more than you already were, he was very aware of the fact that Charming was a small town. You didn’t live where you did five years ago, sure, but it wouldn’t take all that much to find out where you had moved to. It wasn’t like there were a whole lot of options.

The racing thoughts in your head were exhausting. You curled up against Juice’s side and let him pull you in close. The amount of stress this had caused you in the span of just a few hours had you worried for what the next few days were going to be like. You trusted that Juice would look into him and find out some useful information, but there was a lot left unknown until then. You didn’t even want to send Luke to school, but what were you supposed to tell him when he asked why you were keeping him home?

You woke up the next morning when you felt Juice trying to carefully crawl out of bed. He always tried his hardest not to wake you and yet he was never successful. He looked back to you when he heard a small groan escape from your lips. He pressed a gentle kiss into your forehead.

“I’m gonna head to the clubhouse, and also get in touch with Unser. We’ll figure out everything we can and take it from there, okay?”

You nodded, exhausted but still grateful that he was mulling this over as much as you had been. You mumbled a soft, “I love you,” and then let him get ready for his day. You drifted back to sleep, the emotional exhaustion of the previous night still weighing heavily on you.

You woke up the next time to the alarm on your phone going off. You groaned and turned it off. Slowly sitting up in your bed you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You glanced around the empty room, wishing that you still felt as safe as you had before you had gotten the call from your ex. You took a deep breath and made the decision to keep Luke out of school for the day, at least until Juice was able to get some more information on what Mike was even up to these days.

The house was silent as you made your way to Luke’s bedroom. You smiled at him from the doorway as you watched him sleep so peacefully. You walked in and sat down on the edge of his bed, gently running your fingers through his hair. He started to stir and he opened his eyes slowly.

“Good morning,” you smiled at him, “I’m thinking that you and I both take the day off today, how does that sound?”

“No school?” it snapped him completely awake.

You laughed, nodding, “No school. Just for today though, okay?”

He shot up and hugged you, “Yes!”

A smile spread across your face despite the anxiety that was pooling in the pit of your stomach. You knew that Lucas loved school, but just like with anything, it was always nice to have an unexpected day off to just do a whole lot of nothing. You weren’t planning on taking him anywhere, figuring that the less the two of you were out and about, the better. But just being able to stay home and watch movies and play in the back yard would be enough for him.

You made breakfast for the two of you, trying not to be obvious about the fact that you were constantly checking your phone. Between dreading when your ex was going to reach out, and waiting for Juice to reach out with some information or some good news, it was hard to look away. The last thing that you wanted, though, was to have your son start worrying too.

He was scrolling through movie titles, looking for something for the two of you to watch, when you heard a knock at the door. You checked your phone again, making sure that you didn’t miss anything. You slowly walked over to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it to see who was on the other side.

Your heart dropped into your stomach. He smiled at you, “Don’t look so happy to see me.”

“Mom, who is it?” there was the sound of quick footsteps and Luke appeared right beside you.

Mike smiled at him, “Hey, little man. I can’t believe how big you’ve gotten.”

You protectively pushed him behind you, “What do you want?”

He returned his gaze to you, “I told you, you can’t keep him from me. You’re my family.”

“That’s an overstatement if ever I heard one,” you fought to keep your composure, not wanting to falter in front of your son.

“Why don’t the three of us go for a ride, hm?” he pushed the door open all the way.

You were trying to stay as calm as possible as you rode shotgun in your ex’s car. You could feel how uncomfortable your son felt and you didn’t want to make it worse by causing a scene. What you didn’t know, though, was how to handle the situation. Mike had taken your cell phone so you had no way to try and reach out to Juice. Every couple of minutes you’d glance back at Luke and offer up a reassuring smile.

“Where are we going?” he asked, nervously twisting his hands in his lap.

Mike looked at him through the rearview mirror and smiled, “Just for a little road trip. We can find a fun hotel to stay in for the night. It’ll be fun, yea?”

Luke nodded but you could tell that all he wanted to do was go back home. The man driving the car was not a man that he knew, let alone considered family. He had no reason to feel that way.

Your phone started to vibrate on the seat between you. Before you could reach to grab it, Mike snatched it up and looked to see who was calling. Juice’s contact photo lit up the entire screen. He shot you an angry look before returning his eyes to the road.

“Who the hell is Juan?”

Fear shot through you, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to lie, “M-my husband.”

“Husband?!”

“Please don’t yell,” your voice shook slightly.

He tossed the phone at you, “Answer it so he doesn’t come looking. Be smart about it.”

You cleared your throat as you hit the green button, “Hey.”

“Hey, so I talked to Unser this morning and,” he paused when he heard you sniffle on the other end of the line, “Whoa, baby, is everything okay?”

“Yea, yea we’re good,” you were hardly able to keep your voice steady.

“Where are you?”

“Lucas and I just went for a drive. We’re fine, you don’t need to worry.”

His voice was hushed, “Your GPS on?”

You laughed to throw off the man sitting next to you in the car, “Of course. We’ll talk to you soon. I love you.”

“I love you, Y/N. I’ll come get you guys, don’t worry.”

Before you could say anything more, Mike grabbed the phone out of your hand and ended the call. He didn’t make any other comment about the fact that you had gotten married. You had to assume that he really hadn’t thought about that possibility. Judging from his erratic behavior, he clearly didn’t think through much of anything at all.

The three of you were camped out in a motel room. Mike was sitting on the bed with Luke, watching cartoons on the television. You were sat at the far end of the bed, just trying to keep it together while you waited for Juice to miraculously show up. Between his connections in the club, and the people from the police department that he knew, you had to keep the hope that he was going to show up and find the three of you. What you didn’t know, though, was how the situation was going to continue after that.

Minutes ticked by and turned into hours. You had been able to keep Luke calm and mostly happy, although you could tell that he was incredibly confused as to what was going on. You were surprised at how well Mike was keeping it together, but you knew that he was a time-bomb waiting to go off.

There was a knock at the door and Mike stood up, pressing his ear to the door, “Who is it?”

“Motel maintenance. There’s been a problem with the gas lines and I need to check every room.”

You knew that voice and you inwardly sighed with relief. Juice was smart enough to not come alone. He at least had Jax with him, and probably a few of the other guys from the club as well. You motioned for your son to come closer to you and you hugged him tight to your side.

Mike let out a sigh as he went to open the door, “Alright, make it qui—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as Jax kicked the door in hard, slamming it into his forehead and knocking the man backwards. You instantly stood up and scooped your son up into your arms, holding him tight to you and making sure he was facing away from whatever was about to unfold.

“Y/N,” you heard Juice’s voice as he came crashing into the room, tears were in his eyes as he wrapped the both of you in a hug, “Lucas, I’m so glad you guys are okay.”

You let out a shaky breath as you felt him press his lips to the side of your head, “Thank you so much.”

He stepped back and cupped your face in his hands, “Chibs is outside with the truck waiting for you two. We’re gonna handle this, I’ll meet you at home soon, okay?”

The last thing you wanted to do was be separated from him, but you knew that hanging around to see what happened next wasn’t going to be good for you or for your son. You kissed him, told him you loved him, and let Luke hug him before heading out of the motel room, trying as hard as you could to shield your son’s eyes from whatever was beginning to unfold.

You heard the front door open and you sat upright, your entire body tense until you saw that it was Juice who had just walked in. You let out a sigh of relief, settling back into the couch, not wanting to disturb your son who had passed out with his head in your lap.

“You’re home,” you said softly, with a tired smile.

He walked over and kissed Luke’s head before pressing his lips to yours, “You’re home.”

“What hap—”

He cut you off, placing his hand gently on your shoulder, “You’re safe,” he looked down at your son, his son, “You’re both safe.”

You didn’t need any more explanation than that. You settled against his touch and took the first deep breath you had taken all day. It was nice to know that you were always going to have someone that was going to do whatever it took to keep your family safe.

[cafedanslanuit]

♡   f l u f f v e m b e r   2 0 2 0   ♡ 

♡  week one  —  kageyama tobio   |   long-distance relationship

♡  summary  —   getting into a relationship with kageyama was close to impossible, that you knew. nevertheless, that didn’t stop you from developing feelings for him and eventually becoming more than friends. he was constantly training and didn’t have a lot of time to spend by your side, but once kageyama found himself remembering your laugh on his way home, he decided to do whatever it took to make the relationship work.

♡  playlist

the moon song   -   beabadoobee & oscar lang home   -   bruno major blueberry eyes   -   max & suga

♡  masterlist  ♡

Every morning, Kageyama wakes up at the same hour. He puts on his running shoes, grabs his phone, keys and earphones and hits the streets. It’s been his routine since he started playing volleyball. While he ran, Kageyama preferred to keep his mind focused in his steps, the weight he was putting on his heels and toes, his heart rhythm and his mind replaying the sets he had done the day before. He didn’t see running as something he did before he trained, but as part of the training itself. Kageyama was very adamant against listening to music or a podcast during his morning runs. 

Everything changed after he met you.

Kageyama puts on his earphones and goes through his mail inbox. Like most days, he sees your name on his most recent unopened email. He downloads the audio attachment and presses play before shoving his phone back to his pocket.

“Good morning Tobio!”

His lip twitches upward.

“So, you must be sleeping right now. Which sucks! Because I just got home from work. Yes, I got safe, don’t worry. Mika and her boyfriend dropped me at my place right now. Remember Mika, my coworker? Yeah. Hey boyfriend always picks her up when we have shifts until one in the morning and they drive me home. I’m kind of tired right now.”

Kageyama hears a long yawn on your side, followed by a thud that he imagines it’s you laying on your bed.

“Let me put on some music,” you say, and a few seconds later he listens to a tune he thinks he’s heard before. “Today’s classes were just okay. I got a grade back but it wasn’t what I expected.”

“But, what can you do?” Kageyama mouths along with your voice.

“Work was also okay. Mika and I spent most of the night talking, she had had a small fight with her boyfriend and asked me for advice. It wasn’t really a big thing, you see…”

The next few minutes, Kageyama listens to you ramble about your friend and her boyfriend, but he has to admit he is paying more attention to your voice than what you were saying. He imagines himself watching you talk and the expressions he had seen you make the first time he had seen you. The tip of your tongue sticking out between your teeth after you laughed at something you shouldn’t have laughed about, the slight pout on your lips as you talked about something you didn’t like or the attentive way your eyes fixated on him while he talked about volleyball.

“Anyway, I know you don’t really care about this,” you say. “But it’s really nice to imagine you listening to me talk during your morning runs. Is it already cold there? I hope you put something on if it is. Not trying to tell you what to do. I know you, more than anyone, take your health very seriously, but I guess I can’t help but worry,” you chuckle. You stay quiet for a moment, and Kageyama basks in the comfort your silence provides.

His mind goes back to those Sunday nights when he’s watching past games on his laptop while he’s face timing with you. You are usually taking a cup of coffee, trying to forget you’ve only slept five hours after getting home from your shift at the bar. You know he has to get to bed in a couple of hours so he can get enough rest for this Monday practice, so you treasure those small moments when the time difference and both your busy schedules let you share a moment. Kageyama’s eyes are fixated on his laptop and you take the opportunity to revise some of your lessons, most of the time finding out there was a paper due next week you had forgotten about.

Every once in a while you take a look at your phone and see Kageyama’s dark eyes glued to his laptop. You bury your nose on the Schweiden Adlers hoodie he sent you last month and even if your boyfriend’s smell has almost completely worn off, you still find comfort in wearing his clothes.

When Kageyama comes back to his house to get ready for training, your voice is no longer in his ears. You always made sure not to surpass the usual time he spends running. He takes a look at the dual clock on his phone and realizes you must be still in class, so he refrains from sending a text and hops on the shower.

The fourteen hour difference between the both of you had seemed like a wall impossible to climb. Not only that but his intense training schedule plus your uni classes and your part time job also took most of your energy and it was a rare occurrence that you could sit in front of a computer at the same time.

But the connection was something he had never experienced before. He had been invited to a foreign university overseas for a tournament. The day before it started, the team had gone to the campus to get to know the facilities, and after they were done, Kageyama had left them to buy something to drink from a vending machine. Not being able to find any, he asked for directions and took the elevator to the cafeteria, not noticing someone carrying a couple of books under their arms standing next to him.

Now it seemed almost fate to remember how the elevator malfunctioned and he had to spend the next two hours with you. After pressing the Emergency button and being told it would be a while, you introduced yourself with a smile. He wasn’t really enthusiastic about getting to know each other but it all changed after he mentioned he was there because of a volleyball tournament. Kageyama can still remember your eyes widening and the questions that followed, all centered about his true passion. A few minutes later, you were sitting on the floor of the elevator, while he explained in broken English every position in volleyball and what they were supposed to do. Even though you hadn’t played any sports seriously outside of school, the fact this guy was talented enough to get invited overseas to play had spiked your attention, and you asked question after question so you could understand more about volleyball.

“So the setter is basically the key player, right?” you had asked, while he scribbled on the notebook you had lent him so he could explain.

Kageyama tried not to smile. He really did.

After you asked him about the tournament schedule and wrote down the name of his team, you promised you would do your best to make it to the game. Kageyama had never really cared about people coming to his games to watch but, once he had won the first game as was leaving the court, his eyes unexpectedly met yours and he saw you waving at him for the bleachers with a smile. He nodded at you and as he disappeared through the gym door he thought maybe someone going to see his games wasn’t so bad.

One week later, Kageyama’s team had won the tournament, and since you had asked for his number while waiting inside the elevator, you offered to buy him something from the cafeteria after the final match. This time, he took the time to listen to you ramble about your career, and how enthusiastic you were about it. He didn’t understand most of the things you talked about, most of your words sounding foreign and new to him. But the one detail he did recognize at first glance was the way your pupils dilated while you spoke. Your hands moved faster than usual as you tried to explain, and you even used the salt shaker on the table as a prop to help you out. The glimmer in your eyes was the same nature as the burn he used to feel in his chest whenever he talked about volleyball. You promised to stay in contact and gave him a small but tight hug when it was his time to leave. He hoped you didn’t notice the pink tint on his cheeks before you went away.

Your love confession came two months after he was back in Japan, followed by the longest and hardest conversation the two of you had ever had. He explained his strict training schedule and you talked about your university increasing the hardness of the classes you took and how little time you had left. A long silence filled the room, and you realized maybe you should have kept the confession to yourself. It was never going to work. There were too many impediments so maybe it would have been better to push down whatever you felt. In the end, you two weren’t supposed to meet and--

“I’d like to try it.”

You can still remember the blush on his cheeks and furrowed eyebrows after blurting out those words. You smiled brightly at him and nodded, enthusiastically.

“I’d like to try too.”

It had been one year and six months since then. To find someone who not only understood his crazy schedule but was passionate about their own work felt surreal to Kageyama. Your plan was to finish your career in your home country and then move to Japan. You had been auditing the Japanese classes at your uni and taking a part time job to be able to support yourself as you settled in a new country. All of those changes meant less time to be able to talk with Kageyama as much as you did before. He assured you he understood, even if he would never admit out loud he missed you as well.

The situation prompted you to find other ways to feel close to him, hence why Kageyama woke up almost every day with a new audio file from you. You went from talking about your day to making him listen to music and even took the chance to practice your japanese. His English listening skills had also gotten better in the past year, all thanks to talking with you and how you would slow down your pace and repeat yourself if he ever needed to. While you recorded your audios after work, he usually recorded his after practice while he walked home from practice. Even if he was always a little worried about the length, you always made sure to send him messages about how happy you were to hear his voice while you ate your lunch or walked to your job after your classes.

Kageyama finishes his shower and comes back to his room. He gets ready in less than ten minutes in silence, knowing he doesn’t have any time to spare if he wants to get to the practice in time. Winter break is a month away, and he wants to give his best before he’s forced to step away for a couple of weeks. He has never liked holidays stepping in his routine, but he knows there was nothing he could do but endure and wait for his training to resume.

Before he leaves, Kageyama checks his phone again and opens the newest email.

Congratulations! Your flight booking is confirmed.

Okay, maybe he is looking forward to winter break after all.

[sweetsweetkpop]

Her little Hohoho

Pairing: Boyfriend!Jungwoo x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

WC: 3.5k

Warnings: Femdom, Toys, Anal Play, Bondage, Face Riding, Oral (Giving & Receiving), 69, Marking, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Pegging, some Corruption Kink if you blink, Dirty Talk

Prompt: #12-Wrapped in ribbons and lace for @kdiarynet Winter heart event

Notes: This is something I just decided to write and it was supposed to come out on Christmas, but ended up being posted now. Also, first time writing a femdom reader, so I hope I did good! Enjoy!

**Taglist at the bottom**

You weren’t expecting this surprise when you got home.

Happy to come back home, knowing very well that you won’t have to come in for a few days for the holidays, it was nice to step foot in the door and shrug the heavy coat off of your body.

“ Jungwoo!~ I’m back home!” You yell as he stepped out of the bathroom with a robe on, “ Did you just get out of the shower?”

He nods, “ Yeah I just came out. I felt sweaty after dancing today.” He frowned his face before he walked up to you, leaning down to give you a quick kiss, “ They let you out early today?”

“ Yup and I’m glad that they did. I wanted to hurry home so I can see you.” You smiled, kissing him once more before letting him go.

“Well, that’s good. I have an early Christmas present for you, but you would have to wait for me to finish up before you see it.” He told and it made you curious.

“Oh? Did you plan something just for me? Now I’m eager to see.” You wiggle your brows and it made him laugh, a sound that you enjoyed hearing.

“Well, wait down here until I tell you to come up okay?” Jungwoo starts heading to the stairs, handing combing through his tawny-colored hair.

“ Okay okay, I’ll listen for now. Just don’t take too long.” You promised as he smiled and rushed up the stairs to the room.

You occupied yourself by going to get comfortable, grabbing a quick snack as you scrolled on your phone. Although, you weren’t paying attention to what appeared on your social media page. You wanted to know what Jungwoo was planning for you.

You don’t remember telling him what you wanted as a present, so your mind went blank. You started to get anxious because you wanted to know what he had planned.

“ You can come upstairs now!” You heard Jungwoo yell and you tried your hardest not to seem so eager as you went up the stairs, slowly heading down the hall to your shared bedroom as you reached the door.

“ Close your eyes when you come inside.” You did as he asked, shutting your eyes before turning the handle and walking inside the room. You shut the door behind you as you walked inside, taking tiny steps until you felt your knees touch the edge of the bed. “ Okay open your eyes.”

You slowly opened them to look at the view in front of you, mouth dropping open as you took in the view.

There in the center of the bed, Jungwoo was laying there in this scarlet-colored teddie. The front having a plunging v-neckline that showed so much of his chest. You were admiring how the lingerie was made completely out of lace before your eyes noticed his wrist tied with a red ribbon to match with the piece of lingerie he chose.

“Merry Christmas~” His voice was low and a bit timid, though your mind barely registered what he said. Jungwoo’s nervous movements are what brought you out of your daze with a shake of your head.

“ What..is this?” You slowly ask as he shifts a bit, legs tucking underneath himself.

“Well, I remembered how you mentioned that you had topped before and wanted to do it to me when I’m ready and I decided that I’m willing to try that with you.” Jungwoo played with his fingers, eyes staring at the ribbon around his wrist.

You leaned onto the bed, lifting his chin so he would look up at you, “ Jungwoo baby, are you sure this is okay? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable and I’m perfectly fine with being a bottom for you.”

“I know, but I’m-” he stops speaking for a second, face feeling hot in your hand, “ I’m curious about how it would feel to…”

You felt yourself swallow as you glanced over his outfit once more, “ Then give me a safe word.”

“Huh?”

“Give me a safe word, so I know when to stop if you feel uncomfortable.” It was hard to stay calm about this.

Yes, you did say that you wanted to pound your boyfriend into the bed with a strap, but you never expected that he would give you the opportunity to make those sinful thoughts real.

But for the simple fact that he said he was curious to try it, along with that flushed face of his, you couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store for you.

“How about nectar?” He asked and it made you smile. You pulled back from him, slowly peeling off your clothes, feeling his eyes on you as you strip down to your underwear. He watched as you went over to one of your dressers.

You pull out some lube, the strap harness and after carefully looking through your toys, you pull out a good starter dildo to use on him later, if you do get that far. You looked behind to see him watching you and you gave him a warm smile. “ You think you would be okay with something like this? This is one of my smaller ones.”

Jungwoo squeezed his thighs a bit together, feeling a bit embarrassed from the hard-on that was starting to grow underneath the teddie.

You got back onto the bed, bringing the items you took out along with you before getting yourself comfortable and straddling his lap. You smile as you comb your fingers through his brown hair, before pulling them tight in his hand, a sound leaving his throat from the sudden pull. It was quickly swallowed down as you kissed him.

Jungwoo didn’t hesitate to kiss back, nipping your lips before groaning when you pulled his hair a bit harder. You pushed your tongue past his lips, muffling any other sounds that he would make, grinding your hips down as you felt his length grow underneath you.

You managed to get his bound hands above him as you made him lay down on his back. You pulled your lips off of him and made way to his neck, nipping and biting his skin as he leaned his head off to the side to let you. “ I don’t think you understand how sexy I find you Woo~ Doing all of this for me?” You teased, a hand trailing down to rub a nipple through the lace. His back arching off the bed slightly as the material rubbed against his sensitive nipple.

“ I just wanted to try this out for you.” He mumbled before letting out a gasp from a harder bite to the side of his throat.

“ Are you sure you weren't thinking about yourself?” You sat up, straddling his body and looking down at him, enjoying the blooming red marks alongside his neck and shoulder. You reached your hand back to grope at his cock, smiling when he rolled his hip upwards to your touch. “ Maybe you got all dressed because you wanted to look good for yourself. I mean, I know this isn’t my lingerie, so you went and bought this yourself.”

You continued to tease and you crawled down his body, inching further down until your head was leveled with his cock. You could feel his eyes on you as you pulled him out from underneath the teddie, subconsciously licking your lips as you watched some pre-cum leak from the tip.

“ You're already so eager for this to happen and I barely did anything to you.” You taunt, licking up the underside of his length, keeping your eyes with his. Tongue circling leisurely as he twitched.

“ Don’t tease me.” He whined, reaching down to put his fingers in your hair, but you smacked them away.

“ No, you don’t. You will listen to what I tell you to do and you will keep your hands to yourself. I’m only stopping if I hear you say the safe word. Do you understand?” You gave him a sharp look and it shouldn’t have made his cock jump. It made you smile.

“ You want me to keep talking to you like that? You seem to like when I order you around.” You playfully press a finger into his slit.

“ It’s because I don’t see you like this often.” He panted as you had grabbed the lube and warmed it up in your hand to stroke his cock. Jungwoo’s eyes were glued to your hand as you kept a nice pace going as you rubbed some more onto your free hand.

You continued your ministrations to keep him distracted, watching his face as his eyes were closed and slowly relaxing under your palm. You wanted to keep him as relaxed as possible as you moved his teddie over more to expose his tight rim. “ Relax as much as you can baby,” You tell him as your mouth covered his tip at the same time you pressed a finger inside of him.

You felt him clench around you, making you stop your actions, swallowing more of him down to help him loosen up. When you felt him relax a bit more, you managed to press the rest of your finger inside of him.

“ How are you feeling right now?” You asked after pulling your mouth off of his length. His brows a bit furrowed as he looks down at you, “ Does anything hurt?”

As much as you want this, you knew very well that you had to take your time in stretching him open and prepping him well to take the toy that you had set out for him. If he doesn’t feel comfortable with just this, then you were willing to stop it now.

“ It feels...weird, but…” Jungwoo started to speak as you looked at him with a tilt of your head.

“ But?”

“ I kind of like how it feels.” Jungwoo's eyes were cast to the side as he spoke. His eyes were quickly back on you the moment you swallow his length back down your throat as your finger started to slowly press in and out of him. When he looked back at you, your eyes were hooded and focused on preparing him well.

How could he say something like that, looking as bashful as he does when you finger him open? It just made you want to get more reactions out of him.

You focused on making Jungwoo feel good. By now, your lips were reaching closer to the base of his cock, and managed to press a second finger inside. Jungwoo’s voice kept getting louder the more you worked his insides to stretch open. His groans continued to motivate you to keep going. Your own moans vibrating through his length, fingers flexing as he wanted to touch you again, but remembering your words from earlier.

Jungwoo whined loud enough to get your attention, “ What’s the matter?”

“ I want to taste you too~” He mumbled and you decided to cut him some slack, gently pulling your fingers out of him before standing up.

“ You want to have a taste of me too?” You asked him as you tugged your panties down your legs, ignoring the small wet stain on them as you straddled your lower body over his face. You saw him lick his lips as he stared at your core. “ Make sure you eat me well Jungwoo~”

“ Now when have I ever done a bad job at that?” Jungwoo got snarky for a split second and it made you laugh.

“ Don’t get all big and bad when I have you moaning for two fingers.'' You rebuked as you lowered your body over his face. Leaning back down to put him back in your mouth, you felt Jungwoo’s tongue eagerly peeking out to taste you.

It felt like you were both competing with one another to make the other feel good and moan against each other. Jungwoo buried his face as deep as he could go, lips wrapped around your clit, giving harsh sucks to have you cry out. But you made sure it wasn’t just yourself moaning.

Your lips had reached the base of his cock by now, you scissored him open enough to the point you were able to fit three fingers inside of him and he clenched around them. You fingered him a bit faster than before as he started to lose concentration in eating you out.

Wanting to toy with him a bit longer, you curled your fingers inside of him and his cock twitched again in your throat. His head leaned back as his tied hand gripped at your leg, “ What was that?”

You lifted your mouth off of him, looking over your shoulder, “ That’s your prostate baby.”

“ ...Press it again.”

You curled your fingers again and he bucked his hips. Giving him a steady pace with fingering him and hitting his prostate each time, Jungwoo was moaning at the feel of your fingers curling inside of him. His back arching off the bed and blunt nails slighting digging into the leg he was holding.

You were enjoying yourself, making a mess out of his hole when you heard him call out for you.

“ I want more than your fingers.”

You stopped your actions as you listened to what he said.

“ You want me to do more than just fingering?” You asked him just to be sure. You pulled your fingers back out of him and got off of him to see his face. Jungwoo’s face was covered in a rosy tint, his chest was rising up and down at a fast pace and his eyes were glossy as he looked up at you.

“ Yes...I want more.”

You smiled at him as you leaned your face down to kiss his lips that made him keen, before pulling away, “ Okay baby, I’ll give you more.”

Jungwoo anxiously watched you put on your harness, attaching the toy on as well making sure it’s on correctly. He watched you coat the toy with lube thoroughly before climbing back in bed. Pouring more onto your hand as you reached down and covered his rim. You spread his legs apart even more and had his long legs resting on your hips. You stared up at him as you brought the tip of the toy to his hole. “ You still wanna keep going?”

He reached for you as you leaned over his body. Jungwoo kissed you and you couldn’t help but kiss him back with the same amount of passion that he gave you. You pulled away to look at you and gave you a comforting smile.

“ I trust you. I know you won’t intentionally hurt me and I’m just as eager to have you do this to me, so just make me feel good.” Jungwoo told you and it honestly made your heart swell. Just hearing him say that he trusts you to do this to him for the first time made you fall in love with him even more.

You leaned back down to kiss him as you slid a hand down between you two to hold the toy steady before pressing it slowly inside of him. You heard his breath hitch as you tried your best to go slow and steady and let him get accustomed to the foreign feeling. His bound arms wrapping around your neck as you continued to push inch by inch inside of him until you managed to bottom out.

You stayed still as you pulled your mouth away, hearing Jungwoo’s shaky breaths as his muscles squeezed around the toy. Trying his best to relax his body from the slight sting of the stretch.

“ How are you feeling baby?” You ask him, peppering kisses along his face as his arms kept you close. You moved his hands and untied the ribbon from his wrist. His free arms covered his face as he spoke.

“ I think...you can move now,” Jungwoo said in a breathy voice, moving his arms from his eyes to look up at you.

With that, you pulled your hips back before pushing back inside, earning a moan from your boyfriend’s lips. You kept a steady pace, keeping your thrusts shallow for the time being, just so he could get comfortable from the feeling of having something this big inside of him.

You watched his face as you fucked him. His brows knitted together, his eyes closed and mouth slightly agape as his body rocked with your movements. His moans were music to your ears as he would moan with each thrust.

“ More...” He panted out as he looked at you with glossy eyes, his ankles locking behind your back to keep you close and it was fogging your brain with sinful ideas.

“ I’ll give you more baby. I’ll give you as much as you want.” You told him as you started to snap your hips faster into him.

The change in speed made his voice get higher as you fucked into him at a quicker speed, holding his legs in your arms as you did. His cock tapping against his stomach from the force as he watched you from below.

Your face staring down at him, watching for his reactions as you pounded into him. Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your only focus was to make sure that he felt good. Your breast bouncing with each thrust you gave and it made him want to reach up and touch, but just staring at the image of you dominating him and making him feel good in such a new way had pre-cum oozing onto his stomach.

“ Jungwoo, you don’t understand how good you look right now. Moaning all loud and making the cutest faces as I fuck you. It’s your first time taking anything in this tight ass of yours and you’re swallowing me up with no problem. Maybe I should have asked you to do this before.” You pant as you moved his legs to press against his chest. Angling your hips at a different angle, you smiled at Jungwoo as you now started to thrust into his prostate.

Jungwoo's head was thrown back the moment the toy had rubbed against his prostate at a fast pace. His moans were becoming more desperate. It looked like tears were brimming his eyes as you started to become unforgiving in the way you thrust into him.

“ Fuck! That feels good! It feels really good!~” Jungwoo cried, the sound of skin slapping deafening any other sounds as the continuous hits to his prostate was making his head melt. Complete sentences slowly starting to drift from his mind. His mouth hanging open as broken moans echoed in the room. His hands loosely holding onto you. Jungwoo barely registered that you were kissing his neck again as he made himself swallow his moans to speak.

“...Gonna...cum...” He groans out, watching as your hand reaches down to stroke his length in time with your thrust, each one hitting his prostate as his walls clenched around the toy.

“ You can cum whenever you want baby. I want you to feel as good as possible. Cum for me Jungwoo,” you tell him as you rolled your hips up into your boyfriend, motivated by his facial expressions and sinful moans.

Jungwoo was focused on the coil deep in the pit of his stomach. His brain was fuzzy as he felt it coil tighter and tighter before feeling right at the edge of cumming but he couldn’t. Feels like he was so close, yet so far from cumming and it made him whine.

He reached for you once more, pressing another deep kiss to you, nipping his lips and stuffing your tongue inside as your thumb pressed into his slit and his eyes rolled back into his head. Back arching off the bed and his body stiffening as he came into your hand. Rolling your hips slowly to milk his orgasm longer before finally stopping when his body goes limp.

You pulled your mouth away as you both caught your breath, Staring at his face, you felt proud of yourself for making Jungwoo feel that good. You brought his legs back down, rubbing his hip as you slowly pulled the toy out of him. You took off the harness and laid down beside him.

“ You okay?” You ask him as you watched his chest slow down as his breathing started to even out. He turned his head over to look at you. For a split second his face was unreadable until he broke out into a smile.

“ That was better than what I thought it was. Maybe I should have let you do that sooner.” He grinned as he pulled you closer to his body, kissing your forehead.

“Jungwoo you can’t say something like that to me. Do you want me to fuck you again?” You joked with him as you laughed with him.

“ I mean, I wouldn’t mind you doing it again, but just not now. I can’t feel my legs.” Jungwoo said in a nonchalant tone and it only made you shake your head as you leaned back to kiss him.

“ What am I going to do with you?”

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Taglist: @nocturne-overtures @queen-of-himbos @jacksons-goddess-gaia @kimnamshiks @angel0taiyo

[tsuu-mikii]

glued

chapter two

masterlist

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You spent the next two days avoiding Eren. You knew it was childish, but you were scared of saying something stupid and impulsive. You knew you couldn’t keep it up forever, though. The two of you shared an Oceanography class that took up your general education science requirement. The two of you had picked it together, wanting to share at least one class despite your different majors. You weren’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse now.

As you prepared to leave the room, a sudden knock at the door ripped you from your thoughts. You turned to Sasha, who’d just returned from her 9 am class and was now lounging on her bed using her phone, “Are you expecting anyone?”

She shook her head no as she continued to scroll through what you assumed was a social media app. You got up and made your way to the door. To your surprise, Eren was the one standing there.

You blinked, “Eren? What’s up?”

He gave a hopeful smile, “You answered. I thought you were avoiding me.”

“What? What made you think that?” you replied, tensing up slightly.

You heard Sasha let out a snort from her spot on the bed, and you turned back to glare at her. You had given her the rundown of what had happened, and she’d clowned you the past two days over how freaked out you were.

“You didn’t respond to any of my texts or Facetimes,” her frowned, “I thought I did something dumb while I was drunk and upset you.”

Guilt began to build up in your chest at how hurt he looked, “I’m sorry, I was just really busy. I’m not upset with you or anything. I promise.”

It was mostly true, too. You weren’t necessarily upset with him; it was more so at yourself, for being so beat up about him having feelings for someone else.

He breathed a sigh of relief before smiling, “I’m glad. I really thought you hated me now or something.”

You smiled back, “I could never hate you, Eren.”

“I would hope not. You’re my favorite person, y’know?” he said with a grin.

For some reason, the words stung. You knew soon enough the person he was in love with would take that spot. While it was inevitable, it still hurt.

You grinned back, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes, “Yeah, I know.”

“Do you wanna walk to class together? It’s starting soon.” he asked, shifting the topic of conversation.

You simply nodded in response and went to collect your shoes and school bag. As you gathered your things, Sasha gave you a look. You winced, knowing later she’d tease you about your awkwardness.

The two of you walked to class making idle chatter. It was nice, the stress you had built up melting away as you listened to him laugh and crack jokes like he always did.

You entered the lecture hall a bit early, there was a few minutes to spare before the professor arrived. Eren left your side to chat with some fraternity friends while you made your way over to your usual seat.

“Armin, hey!” you slid into the seat next to him, “Good morning!”

He smiled, “Good morning, y/n!”

Armin was a friend to both you and Eren, though he was closer to him than you. He’d been one of Eren’s friends before he transferred schools way back when and had stayed in touch with him ever since. He introduced you to each other when you were in middle school and you’d formed a close bond since then.

“I hate to pry,” he started, face riddled with concern, “but did you and Eren fight or something this weekend? He was all beat up about you not texting him back or responding to his Facetimes.”

You gave a weak smile, “Oh no, of course not! I was just super busy this weekend. We talked it over before we came to class.”

You hated lying to two of your oldest friends, but it wasn’t like you could come out and say ‘ Hey you spilled your guts to me about being in love with someone while you were drunk and now I’m realizing that I might still have feelings for you! ’ or anything.

Armin smiled at your response, “That’s good! He was talking my ear off about it, I swear. He literally had me help him type up an apology in case you were actually mad.”

You laughed at that, you knew how preciously Eren viewed your friendship. Even if he wouldn’t tell you that he liked someone while he was sober.

Suddenly, a thought crossed your mind. Did Armin know? It would make sense, the two of them had been friends since actual diapers, so it was entirely possible he knew something.

“Hey, Armi-” you were cut off by your professor making his way into class and taking his place at the front. You slid down your chair with a sigh. ‘What was I thinking anyway?’ you thought, ‘It was an invasion of privacy. If Eren wanted to tell me, he would. Right?’

And so you tried your hardest to push your thoughts about it away, hoping that he’d talk to you about it without alcohol coursing through his system soon.

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The rest of the week passed quickly, with Saturday night rolling back around in no time. Eren hadn’t brought up that night again, so you kept quiet on it also. It was better to just let it be than to push and end up causing problems.

You scanned your eyes over the paper you’d just finished one last time before submitting. As you put away your laptop, Sasha burst through the door.

“Nic and his friends are having a party tonight, do you wanna come with me? They’re putting my playlist on the aux.” she grinned.

You scrunched your face, “Who’s gonna be there?”

“No one you’re not cool with. Come on, live a little!” she shook your arm up and down as she spoke, “It’s Saturday night and I know you’re done with your work for the day. Plus, I know you’ve been all messed up about the whole Eren fiasco, you need to de-stress.”

You pondered for a second, you had been a bit on edge recently. You sighed, “Fine, but only for a few hours, okay?”

Sasha pumped her fists in the air, “Yes! Now get ready. The party started like thirty minutes ago and sweats aren’t gonna cut it today, sweetheart.”

You rolled her eyes at her antics and grabbed your shower caddy to go freshen up. After returning to your dorm room you slipped on a black dress that you’d bought ages ago before doing a quick face of makeup and styling your hair.

You rummaged through your shoes to find something suitable before turning to face Sasha. “This ready enough for you?”

“You look hot,” she grinned, “who knows, maybe tonight you’ll pull someone that’ll make you forget about the feeling you may or may not have for our dear friend Mr. Jaeger.”

You laughed, “I’ll settle for a few shots and a good dance. Now let’s go, we’re already late. How are you gonna be late to your own boyfriend’s party?”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag, “He’ll live.”

The two of you made your way to the house and got past the person at the door with ease. The party was in full swing, music blared from the speakers and people filled the house with chatter. Sasha’s boyfriend Niccolo was in a different fraternity than Eren, but you still recognized a few guys from the couple of parties you’d been to with him.

Sasha all but bolted when she locked eyes on her boyfriend, leaving you to scan the room for a familiar face. You quickly spotted Connie, Sasha’s best friend, and made your way over to him.

You tapped his shoulder causing him to turn around. When he realized it was you he pulled you into a quick hug before releasing you, “Hey, y/n! Sasha dragged you out the dorm this weekend?”

“She did,” you laughed, “do you know where I can get a drink?”

He pointed to the bar area on the far side of the frat house’s basement, “Over there, see the guy with the blonde hair? He’s playing bartender tonight. He’ll hook you up.”

You thanked him and weaved your way through the crowd, eager to get some alcohol in your system and let loose a little. You shouted for the attention of the bartender as you approached the bar. He turned to face you and smiled. “I take it you’re here for the alcohol?”

“I am indeed,” you returned his smile, “gimme something strong.”

He wasted no time in mixing up some concoction and handing it to you in a cup. You thanked him and turned to leave, ready to drink and dance away some of the stress of the past week. After wandering the dance floor for a bit, you found yet another familiar face.

“Mikasa!” you beamed, tapping the dark haired girl on the shoulder.

“Y/n,” looked back at your voice and smiled, “you got dragged out of your dorm tonight too?”

“Yeah, but I think I’m actually having a good time!” you grabbed her hand, “Dance with me!”

She laughed at your eagerness but complied anyway. Mikasa had known you for just as long as Eren had. She was his next door neighbor when he moved back in elementary, and the two of you had become acquainted when play dates overlapped. She was often the mediator whenever you and Eren would get into it, making sure the two of you got it together at the end of the day.

The two of you danced for a good amount of time, talking idly about your days and laughing. You’d finished your first drink and were on the same track with your second, the fuzzy feeling the alcohol gave you eating away your worries.

“I hate to leave you, but do you know where a bathroom is?” you asked.

She pointed to a hallway a bit past the bar, and you made your way over to it. You approached the door and knocked a few times to prevent walking in on someone. A slew of hushed drunken giggles came from behind the door at your actions and you cringed. You immediately turned to walk away, feeling awkward over disrupting the couple in there’s hookup.

The door opened before you could get away, though.

“How may I help,” a familiar voice started, “...you.”

You locked eyes with the person, the teal green color was one you knew all too well. “Eren. Hey.” you smiled awkwardly. His hair was tousled and there was lip gloss all over his face.

Eren froze, “Y/n, what are you doing here?”

“Sasha invited me. Unless you mean the bathroom, which, well obviously I needed to go inside, but since you clearly have it occupied I’m just gonna go back-” you rambled, face flushed.

You knew of Eren’s playboy reputation, but you’d never seen him in the act before. A dull ache panged in your chest, things feeling a bit too real all of a sudden.

“Eren, baby, what’s going on?” the girl in the bathroom chimed in, you couldn’t see her, but she had a pretty voice, you thought.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go find Sasha. See you later, I guess.” And with that, you sped away, ignoring Eren’s shout of your name as you retreated down the hall.

You found Sasha relatively quickly, she was sitting on a couch in a corner of the room with her boyfriend and some other friends. You saw that Mikasa had also made her way over during your trip.

“Y/n, hey!” Sasha greeted when she saw you, obviously tipsy, “come do shots with us!”

On a normal day, you would’ve refused. You liked drinking, but not getting drunk. But you don’t really see your best friend who you may or may not have feelings for mid-hookup on a normal day.

“Hell yes,” you replied.

It was fun drinking with Sasha and her friends. They were just as funny as her, and you found yourself laughing harder than you had in a long time.

You reached for another shot, only to be stopped by Mikasa. “No, y/n. I think you’ve had enough.”

“Whaaaat?” you exclaimed, “I barely drank, right Annie?”

Annie, a friend of Sasha’s, snorted, “Don’t drag me into this.”

“I think you should head back, y/n.” Sasha chimed.

“You guys are all so mean!” you pouted.

“Yeah, you’re done for.” Mikasa stood, “Come on, let’s go back.”

“I don’t want to.” you crossed your arms, you came out to de stress and have a good time, who cared if you had a bit too much to drink?

“You can come to my dorm?” Mikasa offered.

You hummed in thought, a sleepover would be nice. “Fine.”

You grabbed your things and stood up, waving bye to Sasha and her friends. You followed Mikasa through the crowd as she held your hand. On your way out, you passed Eren. You felt childish in your drunkenness and stuck your tongue out with a laugh. If the look of confusion he gave you was anything to go by, he didn’t think it was funny.

When you got back to Mikasa’s dorm, she immediately helped you out of your dress and into some pajamas. She had been blessed with a room all to herself, so she laid you on the spare bed.

“Sleep.” she said, covering you with a blanket.

Your adrenaline had run out, and being nuzzled under the warm blanket she’d given you made you realize how tired you actually were. Sleep claimed you relatively quickly, and you drifted off to the sounds of Mikasa shuffling around her room.

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a/n: hey besties! not much to say since i’m just trying to catch up on cross posting, but hope y’all enjoyed!

[wxnholy]

dream a little dream of me [lee hoseok]

warnings: none, slight angst, fluff

pairing: wonho x f!reader

request: none

plot: you stay up late to finish some work and hoseok manages to lure you back to bed (includes some kisses and touches here n there, nothing major)

a/n: i was just imagining wonho from that vid on his channel about his full day of work and he looks like the most magnificent cuddler,,i just couldn't help myself y'all sorry !!

hoseok loved you like you would never even know. the man was obsessed with your smile, the way you walked in his arm and talked to other people, the way your lips parted prettily when he kissed you, and how adorable you looked all cuddled up next to him when it was time for bed.

together, you were known for being quite the sleepers. hoseok was lighter than you were, often getting woken up by even the slightest shift in the bed, hence why you tried your absolute hardest not to move. but he mostly handled that himself, slinging his hand around your thigh to drape it over his waist and burying his head in your chest because you smelled absolutely heaven sent.

but he valued his rest more than anything, often taking naps if time permitted it even if he wasn't tired and most importantly, teaching you how to take them with him.

you were a workaholic. you were never tame unless your work was finished correctly and on time, and always found yourself in distress if it wasn't complete. hoseok never understood that about you, despising it ever since you two first started dating because whenever he begged to see you, you were busy at the computer. and if you weren't there, you were rummaging through paperwork or checking your email.

enough to make him nervous for you.

but he accepted that that was the way it had to be because at the end of the day, his drive and yours worked perfectly together. and you knew what was too much and when to sit back and relax. it helped when he'd come behind you and softly rub your back and kiss your shoulders, asking if you'd like him to cook dinner, or force you to take breaks so that you could sit on the couch and watch tv with him. it was the littlest things that reassured you.

but sometimes, there was serious work that needed to get done.

hoseok was in charge of dinner tonight, not only because it was his turn but because you were busy at the computer on a case that wasn't anywhere near completed. your law firm tried it's absolute best to give you work that acted in your favor sometimes, granting you breaks to spare. yet there were also the torturous weeks of sitting up during the ridiculous hours of the morning because someone needed your help.

and they knew they could count on you because you never rested until your clients were absolutely satisfied. you were special that way. hoseok loved that about you. you were a no nonsense kind of woman.

but he could admit to being just a little worried about how long you were sitting in the same chair since the afternoon. it was nearly eight o' clock and the thought of eating alone for the sixth time that week kind of broke him, but he knew he'd get his time with you because you'd have to come to bed at some point or another.

the man took his time in preparing the dinner that you liked best; a pasta dish with vodka sauce and a red glass of wine.

you continued to work through the hypnotizing scent of garlic and cheeses, noticing the way that your stomach growled but too busy to get up and go check on your boyfriend. your knee shook and by now, your back was starting to ache like nobody's business, but the way you were concentrated at the screen seemed to have dimmed any ounces of pain.

"baby," hoseok was quick to appear at the doorway with concern written all over his face, receiving only the quietest hum from you as your eyes remained fixed on the bright monitor at your desk. the man moved further into the office and caught how your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, typing like a mad woman before leaning against the edge of the desk to watch you.

you were still so beautiful to him.

even in the plain cotton of your shorts and a shirt, you had him hooked, and he thought it was a shame your firm had to be so hard on you. he missed you in more ways than one. by this time, the workload was consuming you, and yet he wanted you all to himself—lips clashed and all.

at the realization that you wouldn't stop your job for him, he grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to his and seeming quite annoyed. "give me one good reason why i shouldn't put your boss six feet under the ground," you quickly smiled at him and pushed his hand away gently. "it isn't his fault, my love," you sounded exhausted, "this is my job," he let out a huff, clearly fed up with that excuse at this point even if he couldn't understand it.

yet he had it so much easier in comparison to you. he would go to work, come home, and have the rest of the day to himself. probably checking his email once or twice if he really, really felt like it. but the two of you were different. your jobs were different. and you would be lying if you claimed that you weren't at all jealous of the fact that he could come home and do whatever he wanted. but that was nothing to hold against him.

"yeah," hoseok muttered lowly, the dark look on his face telling you that he wasn't believing you or pleased with your state in the slightest. so you decided to prove it, finally standing from your office chair and grabbing him by the neck to pull him into a lengthy kiss that froze him. but he sunk into you as quickly as he regained his sense.

you had nearly forgotten how good his lips tasted after all this time, actually feeling relief from all the exhaustion and tension pent up in your little body. his arms wrapped around you in seconds, his warm, ready tongue meeting with yours as he locked your lips together for a second time.

you couldn't help smiling at him, sensing how needy he was feeling by the way he pulled your hips against him and sighed like he'd finally got what he wanted. but of course, he wanted more, growing disappointed the moment you pulled away, still holding him like a baby and watching him frown from the sudden lack of lip to lip contact. that twitch in his pants was slowly starting to bother him and what you granted was nothing less than a tease.

"this isn't fair," he muttered, dropping his head into the crook of your neck as you kissed his head gently.

"it's nothing we're not used to," the sigh he released just made you hold him tighter, "just give me a few more hours, hoseok. i'll come to bed with you, i promise. but let me work just a little bit more. trust me when i say that i'm almost done."

"but you're exhausted, y/n, i can tell," he countered before you kissed him again, smiling even though he was right. you did want to shut your eyes and fall into him. you did want to take his hand and follow him back into the kitchen to spend the rest of the night at his side and just be done. but you were strong. strong enough to say no even if your body was screaming otherwise.

"i'll be fine," you whispered beside his ear, your voice delicate and almost broken. but he trusted you enough to let you go—that you wouldn't work yourself to death because you had never, ever lied to him.

the grip around your body loosened as he straightened up and gave you a short nod, aiming not to waste any more of your time. he glanced at your full lips once more before brushing past your side to finish dinner, only to feel your cold hand taking his wrist on his way out. the touch made him spin around to look at you. but in truth, you just wanted to admire him. you blushed, realizing you deserved none of him.

"i love you," your hand tightened around his wrist as you spoke, basking in how relieved he looked as he took in the words; his favorite out of your mouth, even more than his own name.

"i love you more, y/n," you blushed again, pecking his lips sweetly before reluctantly slipping your hand from his wrist to return to your desk. the man's eyes remained on you for a while though, probably imagining how wonderful it would be if he could just take hold of something and make time stop just to kiss you again.

but he retreated, returning with a big plate of food and some wine to give you the energy to go on. you smiled beautifully at him as he tipped your head back to kiss you again, settling into the couch in the living room to catch up on all the shows you two couldn't watch together because you didn't have the time. he held a drink in his right hand, lightly circling the rim with his mind set on you and your lips, slowly feeling his body giving out as the night fell later and later.

the phone laying at his side read eleven o' clock at night, making it a full two hours since you two had last spoken to each other. he could see that you were still in the zone from when he came in to take your plate away earlier, asking about how much longer you'd be. but once again, you only promised that you'd be done soon.

so hoseok waited on you some more, fighting sleep to the best of his ability as midnight crept. he got another drink, and another, and another, until he realized that it was only making his exhaustion worse. to the point that staying awake felt practically impossible. so, he checked on you one more time, your eyes still glued to the screen though he didn't call for you this round. you weren't even paying attention to the time. he didn't need to guess to know that that was the truth.

but he didn't say anything.

he turned off all the lights in the house, made sure the doors were locked, washed the dishes, shut off the tv, and did everything either of you would've done on any normal night. though made sure to leave the light in your office on and the door open just a crack. he didn't tell you goodnight because that defeated the purpose. he couldn't fall asleep properly if you weren't beside him.

he attempted reading for a short while after showering and slipping some fresh sweats on but ended up drifting off within the first few chapters, comfortable as always in the bedsheets yet cold—which hoseok attributed to your absence, the lack of presence inevitably waking him up just a few hours later. the lamp at the bedside was still shining, and the clock below it read a bright 2:34 in the morning.

he grew pissed.

he tore the blanket off and stood from the bed, feeling even more cold air engulfing his body as he made his way over to your office for what felt like the millionth time that night. except now, he wasn't taking no for an answer. not anymore. this obviously wasn't healthy for you and if he could, he'd throw you over his shoulder and force you to come back to bed with him.

except the consequences would be movement. tons and tons of it because you'd be restless, thinking of all the outcomes of what a heap of incomplete work could do to you. and those were by far, the worst nights of his life. if you were coming to bed, you'd have to get there yourself. and hoseok hoped that the fuming expression on his face was enough to scare you into submission. normally, it's what did the trick.

hoseok quietly pushed the door back and saw you in the same exact position as before, slowly reaching over to flick off the light switch and almost sending you into a heart attack. your throat grew dry knowing the man was standing in the doorway probably furious with you because you had completely disregarded his wishes. "bedtime," he stated firmly as you sat in the dark, the monitor glowing against your skin and making you chew at your lip.

you glanced at the time in the corner and noticed the horrid hour, sulking in your chair and just for a second, thought of opening your mouth to speak. "i'm not asking this time," his statement had you quiet again. yet for some reason, you wouldn't listen. "i'm so close to being done," you whispered, practically pleading even if your eyes were burning and drained, probably even red.

"i don't care."

"hoseok–"

"i'm not repeating myself, y/n,"

you whimpered at how sore your joints were from sitting in your firm office chair all day, slowly dropping what you were doing and reluctantly pushing yourself away from the desk.

your boyfriend walked closer to you, whispering an apology against your ear and brushing a few strands of your hair away from your face to reveal the dark circles. "forgive me but i just can't handle seeing you like this," he carefully stated, kissing your head. "now go to our room. i'll be there in a second," you obeyed him this time without a second thought.

he straightened your work space and shut off your computer, saving whatever work you were trying to complete before finally feeling the pleasure of shutting the office door behind him, trailing back into the bedroom and doing the same. of course, you were a bit unsettled. not because of anything he did but because you hated when you couldn't finish something, understandably.

you tiredly glanced up at him from the bed, his cool skin soothing you instantly as he touched your face with the back of his fingers and kissed you. "tell me what you want," he continued to caress your cheek, hovering over your body and seeing how you beckoned towards the bathroom. and hoseok knew immediately what you meant.

he pecked your head again, gently laying you back against the sheets to go and get the bath ready for the both of you despite having already been clean. he dipped his hand in to make sure the water was warm enough for you and tested it over and over, using all your favorite soaps in order to make the bubbles. he delicately hoisted you into his strong arms and undressed you slowly, submerging you into the bath first before stripping and joining you in the water.

you fell into him in seconds, your nose pressed against the skin of his neck as he took his time in cleaning you off properly, dozing off quickly due to the warmth. he made sure to be especially gentle with the rag while kissing the crown of your head and listening to the way you breathed slow against his chest. like you were a child.

he kept mumbling apologies into your ear whenever he needed to move you, making his heart ache every time because whenever he rinsed you, you had no choice but to stay awake. to prevent you from getting cold, he wrapped you in a blanket and dried you promptly. he also allowed you to rest on the toilet and massaged the sorest parts of your body as he rubbed your favorite lavender lotion into your skin, kissing you even still.

after pulling one of his shirts over your head and helping you slip on some clean panties, you heard him whisper a 'you're all done' and carry you bridal style to the bed. the moment he finally set you down, it felt like your body sunk into a layer of clouds, growing a smile that hoseok could see as he got under the covers beside you. "thank you, hoseok," was all you could manage as you snuggled into his arms. though he began to hush you gently, wanting nothing more than for you to just sleep because you needed it.

"i love you so much," the last peck he landed to your temple almost had you in tears, bunching his shirt in your hands as you finally shut your eyes. more in love than you could say.

"i love you more, y/n," the lights went off and the rest after that was kind of a blur.

"dream about me," he muttered, smiling against your hair and feeling your heartbeat sync with his.

"always."

[jensengirl83]

Regret and Redemption Chapter Two

Dean x reader

Word Count-2359

Warnings-Angst, language 

A/N-  Mechanic!AU I hope you enjoy! Text dividers courtesy of @talesmaniac89​ 

 Y/N had gone to file for legal separation from Dean that afternoon. She didn’t have the heart to file for a divorce yet. She had been with him for almost nine years and still loved him, but she couldn’t be with him anymore. He had broken her trust and her heart one too many times. Her uncle had told her that Dean should be served with the separation papers in a few days. Y/N was still an emotional wreck as she made her way back to the hotel room that she was going to have to call home until she found somewhere else to stay.

Once she was back in the safety of her room, Y/N collapsed on the bed and let her emotions take over. She knew that this is what had to be done but it didn’t make it hurt any less. She had shared everything with Dean for years. Their hopes, dreams, good times and bad. They had even planned on starting a family together. How are you supposed to let all that go without the pain eating you alive?

Across town in the home they had once shared, Dean wasn’t doing much better. He lay in their bed holding her pillow like it was the only thing keeping him alive. He could still smell the mixture of her favorite perfume and shampoo as he would take a breath. He could feel his heart break further with every inhale. The agony of knowing that once the smell was gone, he would most likely never smell it again. He shuddered at the thought of never being able to hold her again, wake up to see her face, or fall asleep with her in his arms again. Dean had closed his eyes and almost drifted to sleep when his phone had started to ring.

“Hello?” Dean answered.

“Hey baby, are you ok?” Mary asked him in her soft motherly voice.

“No, I’m not Mom. I’m the farthest thing from ok,” Dean told his mother. He didn’t think he would ever be ok again.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart. What happened?” She asked him.

“Sam hasn’t already told you?” Dean said, a little annoyed. He knew that Sam had to have told her, and that’s how his Mom knew already.

“He did, but I wanted to see if you wanted to talk about it,” Mary said, hoping he would let her try to help.

“There’s really nothing to say, Mom. I fucked up and there is no way to fix it.” Dean told her as his eyes had started to fill with tears again.

“You don’t know that, Dean. She might…” Mary had started to say before Dean cut her off.

“I do know, Mom! I fucking cheated on her and broke her heart and her trust! There is no coming back from this. She’s gone and I will be here alone for the rest of my life!” Dean yelled. He knew what the future had in store and it didn’t include Y/N.

“Dean, I want you to listen to me. Even if Y/N never comes home, you will find someone else. It’ll just take time,” Mary told him softly but sternly.

“You don’t get it, Mom. I don’t want anyone but her! If it isn’t with Y/N, I won’t ever be in a relationship again,” Dean said sadly.

“Then why, son? Why would you treat her the way you did? It doesn’t make any sense Dean,” Mary said to him in frustration. She knew he loved Y/N, but if he loved her this much, why had he done what he did?

“Because I was an idiot! I let my shitty self esteem and self worth get in the way! Instead of telling her how I felt and risk her seeing me as the piece of shit I am, I let other women make me feel better about myself, and all it cost me was the love of my life!” Dean yelled as he paced the bedroom. He had finally said out loud what he had been hiding from everyone.

“Dean, sweetheart… go talk to her and be honest like you should have been in the beginning,” Mary’s words had cut him deeper than he thought they would. He knew it was the truth, but hearing again that it was his fault from his Mom really hurt.

“I don’t even know where she is Mom. I tried calling her and it went straight to voicemail,” Dean said with a sigh.

“You aren’t going to find her curled up in the bed clinging to a pillow,” Dean had frozen at his Mom’s words.

“How did you know that is what I was doing?” Dean asked his mom in shock.

“You seem to forget that I raised you, son. You would always do that when you were upset,” Mary said with a laugh.

“I guess you’re right,” Dean said.

“Now quit moping and go talk to your wife,” he could hear the smile in Mary’s voice.

“I love you Mom,” Dean said wondering what he would ever do without his Mom.

“I love you baby,” Mary said as she hung up the phone.

Dean threw his phone on the bed and paced around the room trying to think of what he could do. He wanted to talk to her and try to convince her to come home, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He had really messed up this time. Y/N had one of the biggest hearts of anyone he knew, but even she could only forgive so much. He could only try to show her how sorry he was, and Dean knew the first step to show her he was serious about wanting her forgiveness.

Y/N had drifted to sleep at some point during her breakdown. She had been mentally and emotionally exhausted from leaving her life and Dean behind. She had never felt anything like this pain before in her life. She rolled to her back to stare at the ceiling to contemplate what the hell she was going to do next when a text on her phone broke her train of thought.

My Love: I know you probably don’t want to hear from me, but I wanted you to know that I fired Stacy. I love you and miss you sweetheart and I will never be able to tell you how sorry I am. I hope you can forgive me one day.

The text from Dean had her crying again. She loved and missed him too, but she couldn’t do it. He had hurt her too badly this time. She needed to change his name in her phone too, she thought to herself.

Y/N: I’m sorry Dean, but I can’t let it go this time. I still love you and probably always will, but I have to move on with my life now. The scars of your betrayal run too deep. Please let me go and move on.

That had been the hardest text she had ever sent. What had been left of her heart now lay shattered on the ground. She would always wish that things had ended up differently, but they hadn’t.

Dean: I’m sorry, baby. I really am. I will prove it to you somehow, Y/N. Until then, know I love you and I can’t stand to be without you darlin’.

Y/N: Let me know when you won’t be there so I can come get the rest of my things. I’m sorry but I can’t see you right now.

Dean: I’m going to work tomorrow. You can come then.

Y/N: Don’t be there Dean! I mean it. I can’t be around you right now.

Dean: I won’t be here sweetheart, I promise.

Y/N: Bye Dean.

The last words she sent had hurt. She meant them irrevocably: it was goodbye this time, not see you later. With tears in her eyes, Y/N had blocked his number and laid back on the bed to cry herself to sleep once again.

Dean had stared at the last message she sent for what felt like forever. No two words had ever hurt him like those had. Dean still couldn’t comprehend how he could have been such a bad husband. How could he have been so selfish and not seen what his actions were going to do to her? He had thought she would always be there by his side, but everyone had their breaking point. He had broken her beyond repair, and he would never forgive himself.

Dean walked down the stairs to the living room. He thought that maybe if he watched a movie, he could calm down enough to get some rest. He knew he needed a fresh mind if he was going to think of a way to break down that wall she had put up. He picked up the remote control to just push play on the last movie that had been watched. What had popped up on the screen took his breath away. Y/N had been watching the video of their wedding.

Dean wanted to turn it off, but he couldn't bring himself to hit the button. He watched as Y/N walked down the aisle to him, the smile on her face was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. Dean continued to watch as they said their vows to each other, his chest felt tight with all the emotions that had washed over him as the video played. His eyes were glued to the screen as he watched himself kiss Y/N for the first time as husband and wife. Dean had finally managed to turn off the TV, not able to watch any longer. That had been what she had watched right before she left him.

Dean had woken up the next morning for work and just wanted to crawl back under the covers. After seeing their wedding video, he had gone on a drinking binge. He laid in bed and stared at the ceiling trying to remember what he had done the night before. His whole body ached, and he had cuts on his hands. He groaned as he sat up knowing that whatever he had done could not be good. After getting dressed he made his way downstairs to come face to face with what he had done. The living room had been trashed and things thrown everywhere.

“Fuck!” Dean yelled into the empty house.

He remembered that Y/N was going to be there soon, and he promised he wouldn’t be here. Which meant that he had no time to clean up his mess. Why do I keep doing such stupid shit, he thought to himself? If he wanted to try and get his wife back eventually, this was not going to be the way to do it. Dean rushed around the living room trying to clean as much as he could when he heard a car door shutting. His heart jumped up in his throat knowing he had taken too long, and Y/N was there.

Y/N walked up to the door of the house she had loved so much, once holding so many great memories, now only reminded her of her husband’s betrayal. She shook that thought from her mind as she opened the front door. What she saw had her frozen in shock and anger. Her living room was trashed and there stood her husband. She had plainly told him not to be here and there he stood. She knew he was also the reason their things were broken and scattered around the room.

“Dean, did I not say that I didn’t want you here when I showed up?!” Y/N yelled at him, her fists clenched at her side.

“Y/N, baby, let me explain!” Dean said holding his hands up in defense.

“You don’t need to explain Dean. Let me guess, it involved a bottle of whiskey and your temper?” she said sarcastically. Anger was her only defense to keep from bursting into tears.

“Baby…” Dean started to say before she had cut him off.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, Dean! You lost that right when you were railing your secretary behind my back!” Y/N had lost her composure and the tears had started to flow.

Dean watched as Y/N hung her head and cried into her hands. This was the first time he had seen her since the night before she left when he had left her standing in the living room to go take a shower and wash the smell of Stacy off him. Hell, he hadn’t even gone back downstairs to talk to her that night. No wonder she didn’t want to look at him.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Please know that I love you so much,” Dean said as he walked toward her and placed his hand on her arm.

As soon as he had touched her, she flinched away from his touch. That simple action had destroyed him. There stood the woman he loved, and she was repulsed by his hands on her. Dean took a step back in agony as he felt like he was going to be sick.

“Don’t touch me, Dean!” she shouted as she stepped back away from him.

“Y/N, please…” Dean said with a whisper, afraid if he spoke any louder, he wouldn’t be able to hold back the tears.

“No Dean, I can’t do this,” Y/N said in defeat as she turned to walk back out the door.

“Wait! What about all the pictures? You don’t want to take them?” Dean asked her, but she didn’t turn back to face him.

“Just burn them,” she said before she slammed the door behind her.

As soon as the door had shut, Dean crumbled to a heap on the floor. The look on her face when he had touched her was his undoing. Her soft beautiful eyes that had held so much love for him now held nothing but disgust and contempt. Her body that had always responded to his touch now revolted in his presence. Dean realized that he would never get over the woman that had just walked out the door and he only had himself to blame.

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[skzsauce01]

Cold, White

Synopsis: While competing in a QR code treasure hunt event at your friend’s Halloween party, an unexpected companion gives you a little company. 

A districtninewriters event.

Warning: slight sexual harassment, mentions of creepy-ish props

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: gn!reader x exbf!Seo Changbin

Genre: fluff, college party au

Read intro here. Return with the “pink Among Us astronaut” link

But which one?

After a few moments, you spotted two vampires talking softly to each other. It shouldn’t be too hard to strike up a conversation with them, you decided and began walking over. Halfway there though, you turned around, feeling someone or something staring at you back. However, you didn’t spot anything, and turned back around to head towards your destination, all the while still feeling like you had eyes glued to your back.

“Hi,” you greeted, walking up to the vampires. “I’m Y/N. How are you two doing tonight?”

They turned to you, and you immediately regretted choosing them to walk up to.

“Oh, a little skeleton,” one of them smirked, looking you up and down. You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

The other one slung his arm around your waist and leaned in far too close. “Can I get you something to drink, Lil Boo?”

Oh, you did not skip studying for this. “Actually, I’m going to--”

Out of nowhere, the lights turned off. There were a few screams, but none as loud as the one in your heart when the vampire used the darkness as a chance to slide his hand down to other areas. You tried stepping away, but his grip was strong, so you just squeezed your eyes shut and hoped the moment would pass quickly. 

Before he got all the way down, however, you heard a loud crack and felt his hand flying off of you as he tumbled a few feet backwards.

“What on earth, man?” he cursed, and you were suddenly aware of a new presence beside you.

The newcomer made a weird noise as if he was breathing through a machine and turned towards you. He offered you a hand, and when you tentatively put yours into it, he dragged you away, leaving behind the vampires.

“Thanks,” you gasped once he finally stopped at a faraway corner.

He placed one hand on his hip and used the other to rub the back of his… head? It was much too big to be a human head, you decided. Was he wearing some sort of mask? It was hard to see in the dark, but he sensed your curiosity and leaned forward for you to take a better look. You reached for it slowly, and when he didn’t resist, you placed your hands onto his costume. The majority of it was warm and fabric-y except for where your thumbs landed. There, it was cold and possibly white like a one-way glass. A visor of some sort, you decided, and tried to push it up to see his face.

As soon as you do, however, he jerked back and quickly shut the glass back down.

“S-sorry,” you stuttered out.

He seemed too distracted to respond to your apology. You turned to see what he was looking at and saw smoke rising from BamBam’s mezzanine. Was there a fire? No, the kitchen is to your right. Before you could question any further, the lights came back on, but only on the second floor, casting a spotlight over your best friend who stepped grandly out of the smoke.

“Good evening, ghouls and fools, snitches and witches!” his voice boomed. “Are you ready for tonight’s main event?”

Ah, that’s right. The reason why BamBam’s parties were so popular was because there was always a special kick to them, be it a go cart race or a game of Running Man. This must be why the lights are off, you realized.

“Around the house, I have hidden a QR code on each floor of the house. Each one will give you a couple of words which when unscrambled will give you the name of the item. The person who makes it to the backyard gazebo first with their item first wins,” he explained. “Each code is locked by their own minigame which you have to complete to access, but of course, your efforts will not be without reward.” There were a few ooh’s at that announcement. “Whoever brings me their time first wins… two tickets to the Caribbeans!” 

Your ears perked up at that; maybe you were glad to have skipped studying after all. The Caribbeans! You’d heard many good things about that vacation spot and had always wanted to go with someone special. Someone special. You looked sadly down at your hand that felt oddly empty without a familiar warmth around it.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Go!” prompted BamBam.

Around you, footsteps of partygoers dispersed in a frenzy and excited squeals filled the air. You looked around, surprised to see the masked man still standing beside you.

“Are you going to participate?” you asked.

Instead of answering, he pointed at you.

“Me? Yeah, I guess I am.”

He seemed to perk up at your answer and shyly tugged on your sleeve.

“Do you want to come with me?” you guessed. 

He nods.

“Alright, but if you win, you’ve gotta give me one of those tickets,” you joked, but to your surprise, he agreed to your condition readily.

The first minigame was not hard to find since there was a crowd around it. It was a simple ring toss game where you had to throw pumpkin shaped hoops onto brooms labeled with different point values until you reached 100.

The task proved to be more difficult than anticipated, but you were making considerable progress compared to others because your pink friend ran back and forths, picking up your rings for you.

At last, you got to a hundred, and the gamemaster revealed the code to you. You scanned it with your phone and read the clue.

친. (Chin)

Satisfied, you looked up, expecting to see the astronaut throwing his rings. Instead, you found him waiting for you just around the corner.

“You aren’t participating?” you asked, walking up to him.

Again, instead of answering, he pulled you by the sleeve to the next floor. By the pep in his step, you could imagine him smiling behind that cold white mask, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew something you didn’t.

You nearly laughed when you saw what challenge awaited you on the next floor. The room was decorated to the top with zombies and blood, but at the center of it all was a wizard stirring a pot labeled “love potion.”

“Who dares step foot into my lair?” hissed the sorcerer with an accent that was too over the top even for his character. 

“Just tell us what the mission is, Felix.” You shook your head with a smile. You knew Felix through your ex-boyfriend, and you stayed in touch even after whom you thought was your soulmate left you for college. 

Felix faltered for a moment from you calling him out, but quickly recomposed himself. “Very well, brave one. Your next mission is to prove that my potion works.”

You raised a brow. “How?”

“By drinking it, of course. And then--” he smirked in a way that set off alarms in your system-- “kiss me.”

“Oh, come on. What are we, twelve?” you scoffed at the reverse kissing booth challenge. Still, you crossed your arms and stepped over plastic bones and foam eyeballs to make your way over to him.

When you were about halfway, you noticed Felix’s smirk suddenly growing wider and questioned why. Your curiosity was soon satisfied, however, when the pink astronaut suddenly overtook you with large strides and beat you to the cauldron.

“Hey!” you complained, but your words fell on deaf ears.

The pink man kept his face turned away from you as he flipped up his cold white visor and downed the potion. It must have tasted horrible since this was a challenge after all, but he didn’t miss a beat slamming the now-empty vial on an adjacent table and planting a smooch squarely on Felix’s green face. He then flipped his visor back down and gestured at your phone.

“Me? Scan?” you frowned. “But you--”

Growing impatient, he took the phone from you and scanned Felix’s code. He then stuffed the device back into your hands and dragged you up the next flight of stairs.

You questioned his sudden change in demeanor but kept it to yourself. Instead, you looked at the next clue.

자. (Ja)

As soon as you arrived on the third floor, you immediately decided that its minigame was the hardest. Your eye twitched, not that anyone could see it doing so since the floor was completely blacked out. The only thing you could see was some glow-in-the-dark thread, and you were supposed to thread it through a normal, matte needle.

“This can’t be possible,” you deadpanned.

The gamemaster, someone you couldn’t see but very much wanted to give a piece of your mind, “wooooo’ed” unhelpfully at your misery. 

Your eyes struggled to switch between the different light levels, making your whole body tense up and your hand to shake. You let out a frustrated grunt after your nth attempt. By then, other competitors also entered the room, making you nervous and even more shaky.

As you were about to hang your head in surrender, you saw a pink glove clasping over your hand and steadying it. The touch sent a familiar sense of electricity up your spine, but you ignored it in favor of the task at hand. Together, you finally got the thread through after five tries.

“Yes!” you celebrated, startling a few other competitors around you.

The gamemaster handed you a slip of paper with the code on it, and your new friend led you to the exit by hand. When you realized that his hand hadn’t let go of yours since the game, a blush crept over your cheeks. You cleared your throat twice to push down the heat, but it seemed the astronaut took it the wrong way and immediately dropped it and looked at you with worry.

“It’s fine,” you shook your head when he started bowing. “I, uh, I just had something in my throat. I should thank you, actually, for helping me back there… and for all the times before that too.”

He stared at you for a few moments, looking down as he was a few steps above you on the staircase, and you couldn’t help but wonder again what he was hiding behind that cold white mask. Just as you were about to reach forward again, however, he turned back around and resumed climbing the stairs.

The last minigame was on the roof. There, a sign greeted you, telling you that multiple QR codes are hidden around the place, and that you had to find one of the many to complete your word hunt.

You looked at the code you received from the thread game. 구 (gu), it read. What could the last hint be?

You and your pink friend looked and looked, but struggled to find anything. BamBam sure didn’t make things easy for you, did he, you scoffed dryly, looking at all the pools of slime and hollowed out pumpkins where the code could be hiding.

It didn’t help that it was particularly cold that night and that you were on the roof of a three story house. As you shuffled around some prop mummy’s linen for the code, you felt a chill run up your body.

The astronaut must have been at least ten broomsticks away, but as soon you shivered, you heard him walking right up to you.

“Hey. Did you find it?” you asked, not grasping why he was here.

He shook his head and rubbed his hands up and down his upper arms before pointing at you.

“Me? Yeah, I guess it’s a little cold, but I’m okay. Let’s just find this thing quickly and head back down.”

You turned back to your mummy, but your new friend didn’t move. Despite wanting to keep you warm, he realized he wasn’t equipped with a jacket to give you.

Finding nothing in the mummy, you moved on to the next coffin, oblivious to the man’s distress behind you, and patted down a plastic vampire for any goods. As you were distracted, you didn’t realize a figure looming over you from behind. By the time you noticed the shadow being casted over you, it was too late to avoid--

“Wha--”

-- the hug.

The pink astronaut, unable to come up with any other solutions, decided to share his body heat with you. It warmed you up alright, but you weren’t sure if it was because of him or the fire that ignited on your cheeks.

“H-how are we supposed to search like this?” you stuttered.

He thought for a minute before waddling side to side to show you how you could walk.

You chuckled at his antics. “This isn’t going to--” 

And then you saw it. Right there. Stuck on his arm. The last QR code.

“You found it!” you exclaimed, surprising him with how quickly you whipped out your phone and took a picture of the code. “You must have brushed up against it when you were looking around.

This time, you grabbed his hand and made your way downstairs to the backyard as the scanning process loaded on your phone. Once there, you looked at your last clue.

“남(nam),” you read aloud now that no competitors were around you. “친. 자. 구 . 남.” The words were scrambled, so you read them out a few more times until the realization hit you. 

Your eyes widened. “남자 친구(namja chingu). Boyfriend. But I don’t--”

And then you looked up at the pink astronaut. He stared back at you, unmovingly, and your hands gravitated to his visor again. This time, he didn’t stop you, so you pushed the cold, white glass up to reveal the warmest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Changbin…” you breathed, recognizing him right away.

“Y/N, I know no amount of apologies can ever atone for me leaving you, but I’d do anything for you to take me baaaaaaa-aack!”

Without even hearing the rest of it, you dragged him to the balcony where BamBam was waiting.

“I got it!” you shout at your friend. “The item! I’ve got it right here!”

BamBam looked amused. “This is your boyfriend, Y/N?”

“Yes,” you said without missing a beat. Both the boys jumped a little in surprise at your eagerness.

“Alright then,” chuckled your best friend into a microphone. “We have a winner!”

You could hear groans coming from the house as gold confetti rained down from the gazebo. BamBam handed you the tickets and shot you a wink before making himself scarce. You gleamed at the prize until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Y/N-- oof!”

You attacked Changbin with a hug and wrapped your arms around him, frowning when you noticed he lost weight. “You’re back…”

After overcoming his shock, he returned the hug and patted you on the head. “I’m sorry I left you.”

You shook your head against him. “No, don’t be. You were chasing your dreams. What kind of person would I be if I held you back just because of our relationship?”

“But I hurt you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you did, so--” You pulled your face away from his body to look him in the eyes-- “make it up to me at the Caribbeans?” 

Another loving smile spread across his face as he cupped yours with his hand. “I will, but be warned: I’m never letting you go again after that.”

You laughed together. “Ooh, spooky.”

~ ad.gold