#and telling her everything and doing whatever she wants

[shencomix]

How to Be The Dominant Male in Any Situation

Let's say you walk into a party.

You are wet and pathetic. Not only are you a worm, but even among worms you are the runt of the litter.

There's a way to fix that. Even you can be the alpha male in every situation you're in. Here's how:

Alpha Male Rule 1: Stand Tall or Very Short

In some things in nature, like rats and giraffes, the biggest creature in is leader.

However, in other things in nature, like the mafia, which has large goons but a small boss, the smallest creature is the leader.

You need to lean into whichever option is closest to you. If you are almost short, try wearing a big suit like a mob boss would wear to also make yourself wider like a mob boss. If are you almost tall, like I am, trying wearing these bad boys:

Now, I know what you're thinking: "High heels?? But isn't that for women???" Women have been hiding them from us men because they are afraid of how powerful we would be with them. But, why do women alone get to augment so much about themselves?? Look at all the eyeliner and mascara they need to even begin to mimic the power and seductiveness of our male eyelashes:

So, let's take a look at how we're doing now having applied just this one piece of advice:

It's a whole new situation. Let's move onto rule 2:

Alpha Male Rule 2: Always Get What You Want But Never Ask For It

I notice the man next to me has cookies. I would like one. Not only that, but there's also a woman next to me, watching. Asking another man for a cookie is extremely un-alpha behavior, so here's how you go about this situation:

1) Point out that someone else has something that you want

2) Cry until they give it to you

If everything has gone according the plan, you now have a cookie, and the woman is thinking something like this:

Let's move onto the last rule.

Alpha Male Rule 3: Always Up the Ante

Whatever you want to do or say, do or say it at least 3 times as hard as a regular person. When your coffee is $3, you should give $9 to show how wealthy you are. When you say "I'll be back in 5 minutes" you should actually be back in 15 minutes -- but really, you should say "I'll be back in 15 minutes" and be back in 45 minutes.

You should also start every task at step 3 rather than step 1. So, a normal (read: beta) guy might tell a girl "I think you're pretty" and then later ask "will you be my girlfriend?' But you should just say this:

99% of women will say yes, but if she needs further convincing, it can be helpful to offer her a small present, like a trinket or snack.

Congratulations. You have now learned how to be the most dominant male in any situation. Here are a few more tips for the road:

Claim to be descended from an ancient king or emperor. You can make a map or your lineage and fold it up to carry it in your pocket, so that you may unfold it whenever it needs to be presented.

If a woman takes a genuine interest in you, do the full body blush animation rising from bottom to top like you're a cup filling up, then run away, leaving behind a small cloud and a few speed lines. The idea that woman can actually like you is a lie perpetuated by Big Women.

If you want to further increase your height, try wearing bunny ears.

[jinjoohaa]

Jealousy looks good on you, baby

nanami hugs a girl infront of you (Roommate! AU)

CW: NSFW, explicit sexual content, nipple play, possessiveness, breeding talk, jealousy, age gap, light humiliation, dirty talk. 18+ only.

The warm Friday night air clings softly to your skin, the scent of waffle cones and melted sugar floating around you as you stand before a glowing ice cream stall. The board above you lists too many flavors, all chalked up in messy cursive— caramel, cotton candy, triple chocolate fudge, blueberry cheesecake…

You chew your bottom lip, hands folded nervously in front of you as you scan the options.

“I—can’t decide…” you mumble.

“Buy all of ‘em,” Gojo says immediately, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a kid on a sugar high, sunglasses pushed up into his white hair. “I’ll pay. Just blink twice if you want me to fund your sweet-tooth era.”

Nanami sighs beside you. “You’re not paying.”

“Says who?” Gojo smirks. “You took her out but I’m the one who makes her smile.”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” Nanami mutters.

You glance up at them both, cheeks already warm. Gojo’s grin is wide and chaotic. Nanami’s stoic, hands in his pockets.

You shift on your feet, heart fluttering. Honestly, you’re still recovering from yesterday—bruises high on your thighs hidden under your skirt, soreness that hasn’t left. Nanami had held your trembling body all night, apologizing under his breath, lips pressed to your temple, promising—

“I’ll make it up to you. This weekend. Ice cream. Just us.”

Except Gojo overheard.

And now here he was, ruining the peace.

“Oh, oh—try that mango one. Mango makes everything better,” Gojo says, tugging lightly at your sleeve. “Like, imagine it melting on your tongue while someone’s fingering you. Messy. Hot.”

You suck in a breath, eyes going wide. “G-Gojo!”

He just chuckles, shameless and unbothered, then leans down to whisper near your ear, “Or do you prefer chocolate? Because, baby, chocolate and moaning sounds like a combo I’d pay to hear.”

You try not to combust on the spot.

Nanami exhales deeply. “Stop talking.”

Just then, a voice calls out from across the street—smooth and playful.

> “Kento~!”

Nanami turns, brows furrowed. Gojo does too.

And then her voice registers. You look just in time to see her: tall, elegant, maybe in her early thirties, blonde waves swept back in a high twist, a sharp black blazer hugging her curves. Red lipstick. Confident heels. A smile that could kill.

Gojo whistles low. “Damn. Older women are always a blessing for my pretty eyes…”

You go quiet. Nanami's expression softens the second recognition hits. He smiles back—smiles—and lifts a hand in greeting.

> “Baby,” he says gently to you, touching your shoulder. “Pick something you like, hmm? I’ll be back in a minute.”

Your lips part to reply, but he's already walking across the street.

Your heart sinks a little. Just a little.

Gojo keeps talking, mostly to himself. “You think she spanks men for fun? She gives off that boss lady dominatrix vibe. Shit, I’d let her tell me to sit, and I’d bark. Proudly.”

You blink at him, mouth twitching, but your eyes keep slipping across the road. Nanami’s posture is relaxed—he’s not usually like that. The two of them talk, and she laughs, her hand brushing his forearm.

“Maybe I should get the vanilla,” you murmur, too soft.

"Mhmm you sure you're a vanilla girl?" Gojo smirks.

He picks up a sample spoon, dips it into the pistachio, licks it once, then makes a face. “Nah. That’s a bad head flavor. You want something creamy. Like hazelnut. Or caramel. Something that melts easy. So when it drips on cunt, I can just lick…”

He mimics licking it off his wrist.

You squeak, tugging at your skirt. “G-Gojo… there are kids here…”

“There’s life lessons here,” he retorts with a wink.

Your attention drifts back across the road. Nanami’s laughing now—laughing. You pout slightly, eyes burning even though you tell yourself it’s nothing. Just an old friend. An ex, maybe. He’d never said. He wasn’t the type to hide things, but still…

When they hug, something inside you twists.

And then he’s coming back, straightening his sleeves, walking towards you.

“Have you picked?” he asks, voice smooth, eyes on you.

You nod, pointing weakly to the blueberry cheesecake.

Gojo hums something under his breath. You catch the words “lick” and “cream” but don’t want to ask.

Nanami pays. You’re too quiet now, licking the corner of your spoon as you three begin walking home. Gojo talks enough for all three of you, arm slung lazily around your shoulders like a cat in heat.

You keep sneaking glances at Nanami, trying not to think of her laugh. Her lipstick. The way he smiled at her like—

And beside you, Gojo’s fingers tap-tap along your shoulder, his voice low and smug.

The walk back home is filled with low chatter—Gojo is talking a mile a minute about some anime theory that somehow ties back to boobs and ice cream—but you don’t catch most of it.

You’re quiet.

Too quiet.

Your fingers curl tighter around the paper cup in your hands, the ice cream inside mostly melted now. It tastes sweet on your tongue, but your expression doesn't match. You’re trying not to pout. Really, you are. But every time the image of that woman hugging Nanami flashes behind your eyes, something in your chest just drops.

Gojo glances down at you as you trail beside him, head a little low.

“Hey, bunny,” he nudges you gently with his elbow. “You okay?”

You nod quickly.

“…You didn’t like the ice cream, huh?”

You blink up at him. “No—it’s not that. I—”

“You’re pouting,” he says in your ear.

“I’m not,” you whisper back, even though you definitely are.

Nanami slows his steps until he’s walking on your other side, eyes narrowing as he watches you. You don't meet his gaze.

“You cold?” he asks, already unzipping his coat.

You shake your head, but your voice betrays you. “I’m fine.”

He doesn’t listen.

Nanami wraps his coat over your shoulders anyway, hands lingering on your arms for a second longer than needed. The warmth makes you sink into the fabric without thinking.

“Thank you…” you murmur.

“You're quiet,” he says under his breath, like he’s filing that thought away.

When you reach the apartment, the door creaks open to the familiar scent of home. The living room is dim. Toji’s passed out on the couch, one arm draped over his face, mouth open slightly. Geto’s door is shut, faint music playing behind it.

You toe off your shoes quietly, still wrapped in Nanami’s coat.

Gojo—of course—doesn’t know how to be quiet.

The moment you try to step into your room, he squeezes in right behind you.

“Hey, hey—don’t shut me out. I missed you.”

“I...I was with you just this morning,” you whisper, glancing at Nanami over your shoulder.

Gojo grins. “Yeah, when you were bouncing on my cock and making the prettiest little sobs I’ve ever heard. Doesn’t count as ‘quality time’.”

Your face turns crimson. “G-Gojo!”

He steps closer, arms ready to wrap around you—when Nanami grabs the back of his collar and yanks him out of your doorway like a misbehaving mutt.

Gojo stumbles back into the hallway. “HEY! Rude.”

Nanami slips inside your room and closes the door behind him—firmly.

Gojo starts a full-blown tantrum outside. “You two are selfish! I offer free love and look what I get! Used and thrown away like a fuckin' tissue—”

“Gojo, bed,” Nanami snaps.

Gojo groans. “Ughhhh. Fiiine. Just so you know, this is why I’m emotionally distant with men.”

You hear him muttering something about being “underappreciated” as he stomps off to his room.

The door clicks softly behind him.

Now it’s quiet.

Nanami exhales, hands loosening as he approaches you. His eyes are softer now, searching your face. “Did you enjoy the ice cream?”

You hesitate, then nod.

He steps closer. “You sure you’re alright… from yesterday?”

You glance down at your legs, where his grip had bloomed purple over your skin just last night. You’d clung to the sheets, sobbing, overwhelmed and wrecked, but never once saying no. He had taken you apart, lost in you, rough and gasping.

You nod again, more shyly this time.

“I’m okay,” you whisper.

He cups your face gently and kisses you—deep, warm, lips pressing slow like he means it. You lean into him without thinking, letting his hand slide to the small of your back.

When he pulls away, his voice is low. “Alright, sweetheart. Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He starts toward the door.

Your heart panics.

You speak before you think—your voice trembling.

“Uhmm… Nanami?”

He pauses, hand on the knob. Looks over his shoulder. “Yeah, baby?”

You shuffle in place, wringing your fingers. “I… uhh… can… can we… I-I wanna…”

His brows lift slightly. He turns to face you fully. “Hmm?”

Your throat goes dry.

“I wanna… do it.”

His expression shifts—amusement curving his lips, but his voice stays warm.

“Oh?” he hums, stepping toward you again. “Are you saying you want me to fuck you, baby?”

You nod once, face burning.

He tilts your chin up with two fingers. “Who am I to say no to that?”

He kisses you again, deeper, his tongue slow and thorough like he’s savoring the shape of your mouth. Then, he lifts you gently and lays you across your bed. His hands unbutton your top carefully—like he’s unwrapping something rare.

“Such a shy little thing…” he murmurs, dragging his fingers down your chest. “But look at you asking for my cock. You must’ve missed it, hmm?”

You whimper softly. “… Yeah.”

He smiles. “Then I’ll give it to you. Nice and slow.”

The room fills with soft gasps and the shuffle of fabric. Nanami’s mouth maps every inch of your skin—tongue warm, lips dragging over your neck, collarbone, breasts, thighs.

He kisses every bruise he left before.

“Sorry,” he whispers each time. “You were too good… couldn’t help myself.”

He doesn’t fuck you. Not yet.

First, he worships.

Hands firm on your thighs, spreading you, he licks your cunt like a man starved—slow, precise, tongue swirling around your clit, letting your moans get louder and messier until you’re writhing and clinging to the sheets.

Only then does he finally slide into you—inch by slow inch—watching your face the whole time.

“You always take me so well,” he breathes, groaning against your neck. “So tight—like your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go.”

You’re gasping, arms around his shoulders, every stroke making your mind blur. His hips move slow and deep, kissing the ache in your belly. His hand sneaks between your legs to rub you just right.

You cry out.

“Shh, shh… I got you,” he whispers. “You’re doing so good, darling.”

By the end, your skin is slick with sweat, your thighs trembling, every nerve burning in the best way. He stays buried inside you as you both pant for air, foreheads pressed together.

Then, he pulls out and gathers you close, arms snug around your waist. You’re tucked in his chest, your leg thrown over his, fingers tracing small circles on his ribs.

The room is quiet.

You swallow hard.

Your voice is soft.

“…Nanamin, can I… can I ask you something?”

His voice was still thick with post-orgasm warmth, low and soft against your temple.

"Oh? What is it, baby? Need something? Water?"

You shook your head slowly, your cheek still pressed to his chest where you could hear the steady beat of his heart.

"Uhmm... do you like my hair?"

He blinked, pulling back slightly to look down at you, brows slightly furrowed.

"Huh? Yeah, baby—of course I do. Your hair's just as pretty as you. Why ask me that all of a sudden?"

You avoided his eyes, fiddling with a strand of your hair nervously.

"Nothing, just..." you mumbled, "I was wondering if I should colour it."

Nanami hummed and brought a hand to your head, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging you closer until your chest brushed against his.

"Hmm? Why, baby? I mean, if you want to, of course. What colour do you have in mind, hmm?" he asked, voice turning warm again as he tilted his head and nuzzled into your chest. He licked over your nipple suddenly, making you jerk slightly.

"Ah! Ngh... uhm... do you think I’d look prettier in blonde?"

He paused to press a kiss against your tit, then glanced up.

"Blonde? Hmm. Well, I think black suits your eyes more—makes you look soft and sweet."

Another slow lick over your nipple.

"But yeah, you’d still be pretty in blonde. You’d look pretty with anything."

You blinked down at him.

"Ohh... hmmm..."

He raised an eyebrow, then chuckled softly.

"Why baby? Did Gojo ask you to colour your hair?"

You quickly shook your head, lips pressing together.

Nanami smirked and leaned up to kiss your lips, a slow, lingering kiss that soothed your nerves.

You gently pulled away, slipping from the bed, naked still, as your eyes caught sight of his coat on the table. You padded over, slipped it over your shoulders, and hugged the fabric close.

Nanami sat up on the bed, admiring the view with a soft groan.

"Nanamin… do I look good in this?"

His eyes dragged over you like hot honey, and he huffed a little laugh.

"In a blazer? Of course, yeah. You look like a corporate baddie who’s about to ruin a man’s life."

You blushed a little, biting your lip.

"S-So… does this style suit me more?"

He narrowed his eyes, sensing the undertone in your voice.

"You look good in everything, baby. No matter what you wear."

You hesitated, then mumbled,

"But... d-do you like this type of dress more than… my usual?"

Nanami stood, walking over to you completely naked, still semi-hard and completely unbothered by it. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in.

"I didn’t say that." He kissed your forehead.

"I said you always look pretty. Whatever you wear."

You stared up at him with wide eyes before slowly sitting on his lap, facing him—skin to skin now, his cock twitching against your thigh. You curled your arms around his neck.

"Can I ask you something again?" you asked quietly.

He smirked, brushing his thumb along your jaw.

"Oh? You sure have a lot of questions tonight. Come on, ask me."

You bit your lip.

"Who… who was that woman?"

You tried to sound casual, keeping your tone soft, neutral. But he picked up on it right away.

Nanami blinked, then gave a small exhale.

"An ex-colleague. We worked together for about five years."

"Were you close with her?"

"Not really. Just professional stuff. I saw her today after more than a year."

Your fingers fidgeted with the lapel of his coat.

"Are… are you going to see her again?"

Nanami tilted his head slightly.

"She mentioned grabbing a coffee sometime, just to catch up. Why, baby?"

You looked away.

"No… nothing..."

He went quiet for a moment. The silence hung in the air before you whispered again.

"Uhm... Nanamin?"

"Yeah?"

You took a shaky breath.

"D-Do you like... women your age more?"

He blinked, brows furrowing, before his face broke into an incredulous little chuckle.

"Ohh... so this is what it’s about, huh?"

"Wh-What—" you quickly shook your head, eyes wide, cheeks burning.

"Jealous, baby?"

"I’m not—jealous! Why would I be—"

"Mmhm." He leaned in, kissing your pout. "My pretty little girl’s all possessive for me, huh?"

You looked away again. He cradled your face with one hand and murmured,

"She’s just an old friend, baby. Married. Has kids. Even if she wasn’t—it wouldn’t matter."

He pulled your face back to his.

"I have you. Yeah?"

You looked into his eyes, soft and hopeful.

"Promise?"

He smiled—and then bit down on your nipple without warning.

"Ah! Nanamin!"

"Promise." He grinned, lips tugging at your sensitive flesh before letting go with a wet pop.

"Jealousy looks real good on you, baby..."

He moved to your other nipple and sucked hard, swirling his tongue.

"...but you’d look even better bouncing on my cock again, wouldn’t you?"

You slapped a hand over his mouth, your cheeks flushed.

"Don’t say that!"

He laughed against your skin, licking your palm teasingly before pulling your hand down and murmuring,

"C’mon... just one more round, yeah? Wanna see you fall apart on my cock again. Wanna fill you up, make sure you know who you belong to."

His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing tight.

"You’re not leaving this bed till I’ve fucked that jealousy right out of you, baby."

Your breath caught in your throat as he lifted you effortlessly, lining you up on his cock again—

and then he paused, smirking,

"Still wanna ask more questions, sweetheart? Or are you ready to get fucked dumb again?"

Got another ask where the reader gets jealous over nanami, So i had to 💅

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[that-random-outsider]

Okay but having Glinda in the Wonderful number would actually be so interesting because like in the musical she doesn't come in until afte, so like having her there like as they sing is so much better. It's like having everything Elphaba always wanted right in frontt of her and it's so much more tempting. like being told "the people will love you" like okay, cool, whatever, she longs for connection but like she's used to being on her own so she can survive. On the other hand being told "she will love you" like that's completely different altogether. That's like so much harder to resist because weather she likes it or not she wants Glinda in her life.

Like I'm not sure if I'd go as far as to say needs her, I feel like it's more so the other way around but still it's pretty damn close. And just having that moment of like showing how perfect it could be, that they could be together like this everday, and all she has to do is stop fighting. All she has to do is put down her broom, to let someone else hold the weight on their shoulders and to fall into her love's embrace. You can't tell me that wouldn't be too good to pass up. You can't tell me you wouldn't also want that. And then the way the one's in power use that to control her. To remind her of what she'd be forced to turn her back on (again) if she were to run away (again) like it's so much all at once. Giving her everything she could ever want only to rip it away the moment she goes against them I feel like I already wrote about this but it's just so cruel, but so incredibly effective. Remind them of what they could have so that it hurts more when they lose it.

Gelphie dancing together during Wonderful with a full Rainbow behind them. Happy PRIDE! (@fromorbitgifs on Twitter)

[mapiforpresident]

could i please request: leah williamson x single mom reader ( to like a 1 year old) maybe they meet at a cafe and r and leah go on some dates and on one date r is in the middle of telling leah about her daughter “ i have something really important to tell you, i understand if you want to end whatever we have right now when you find out” when she gets a call from the babysitter that her daughter won’t stop crying and she has to go home, so she panics and says she needs to go home so leah offers to drive her and when they get there r just hops out of the car and runs inside leaving the door open so leah slowly walks in behind her and sees her and her daughter

btw i love your writing!

what we don’t say

leah x reader

warnings: daughter

~~~

You didn’t expect much from the coffee shop that day. Just caffeine. A little quiet. Maybe five whole minutes without someone wiping their nose on your shirt or throwing puffs across the floor like confetti.

You loved her. God, you loved her more than anything. But being a single mum to a one-year-old? Exhausting didn’t even begin to cover it.

So yeah, coffee. That’s all you came for.

And then Leah Williamson held the door open for you.

You barely looked up, too busy juggling your bag, your keys, and a sippy cup that somehow always leaked. But she smiled. One of those soft, knowing ones. The kind that didn’t feel performative, just kind.

You smiled back because, well. Have you seen her?

She held the door. Let you go ahead. And then, somehow, ended up behind you in line. And then beside you while you waited. And then leaning in with a little laugh to say, “Don’t worry, I always panic at the till too.”

And maybe you laughed a little too loudly. Or maybe she just liked your laugh. Either way, she asked if she could sit with you. And you said yes before your brain caught up with your mouth.

You didn’t tell her anything real that day. Not your last name. Not what your life looked like. Just that you were tired and the coffee helped and the weather had been a bit shit lately.

She didn’t ask much.

She just made you laugh. And you let yourself feel normal for twenty whole minutes.

That should’ve been it. A one-off thing. A cute story you never told anyone.

But then she showed up again.

And again.

And again.

And suddenly you were texting. Grinning like a fool when her name popped up. Going on walks that turned into lunch. Lunches that turned into “You’re actually really easy to talk to.”

You never meant to let it get this far. You never meant to feel this much.

But she made it so easy.

By the time your third official date rolled around, you knew you had to say something.

You’d been putting it off. Convincing yourself it wasn’t the right time. That it was too soon. That she’d run. That she’d hear the word daughter and suddenly remember she left the oven on.

But she was sitting across from you in that quiet little pub, her eyes soft, her fingers brushing yours over the table like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

And you knew you had to say it.

“I have something I need to tell you,” you said, voice a little too stiff.

Her brows furrowed just slightly, but she didn’t let go of your hand.

“I don’t want to scare you off,” you added quickly. “But I also can’t keep this from you. And I get it if you want to end this once you know. I really do.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but then—

Your phone buzzed.

Loud against the wood of the table.

You glanced down. One look at the name and your stomach dropped.

It was your sitter.

You picked up immediately. “Hey, everything okay?”

The answer was no.

“She won’t stop crying,” your sitter said. “I’ve tried milk, I’ve changed her, I rocked her, everything. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Your heart was already pounding. “I’m on my way.”

You hung up without explaining. Stood up too fast. Grabbed your coat and your phone and—

“I’m sorry. I have to go.”

Leah stood too, her hand on your arm. “Is everything alright?”

You hesitated. “My daughter, my babysitter called, she’s inconsolable and I just, I have to go.”

You didn’t mean to say daughter like that. Like you were dropping a bomb. Like you were bracing for impact.

But you were. Because now she knew.

You didn’t even give her time to respond before you were turning to leave.

“I’ll drive you,” Leah said quickly.

You froze.

“What?”

“Let me drive you. You’re shaking. You’re not going to focus if you’re behind the wheel.”

You looked at her, really looked at her, and her face wasn’t full of judgment. Or panic. Or that polite smile people use when they’re already thinking of their exit.

She just looked worried.

She just looked like she wanted to help.

You barely spoke in the car.

Leah didn’t push. Just kept her hand steady on the wheel, glancing over every now and then to make sure you were okay. She didn’t ask about your daughter. Didn’t ask why you’d never mentioned her. Just drove, quiet and steady.

When she pulled up to your place, you barely managed to say thank you before you were already out the door.

You didn’t even shut it behind you.

Leah got out slowly, unsure if she should follow. The door was still open, and the panic in your eyes was still fresh in her mind.

So she stepped inside.

And there you were.

In the middle of your small living room, down on your knees, holding a wailing little girl to your chest. Rocking back and forth with your eyes squeezed shut and your voice whispering “shh, shh, mummy’s here, it’s okay now.”

Leah froze in the doorway.

You didn’t notice her at first. Too focused. Too overwhelmed. Too caught in that instinct that only comes when someone’s whole world is crying in your arms.

But when your daughter’s cries started to soften, when her fingers clutched the fabric of your shirt and her head tucked into your neck, you finally looked up.

And Leah was still there.

Quiet. Hesitant. But still there.

“I didn’t mean for you to find out like this,” you said softly.

Leah stepped forward, just a bit. Her eyes locked on the little girl now hiccuping against your chest. “She’s beautiful.”

You blinked. “You’re not… freaked out?”

She smiled, small and genuine. “A little surprised. Not freaked out.”

You shifted, one arm still cradling your daughter. “I was going to tell you tonight. Before the call. I just… didn’t want to scare you off.”

Leah took another step. “She’s your daughter. That’s not scary. That’s honestly kind of amazing.”

You blinked again. “Really?”

“Yeah,” she said, then crouched a little so she wasn’t towering over you both. “And now I get why you always smell like baby wipes.”

You laughed, soft and surprised, and your daughter stirred a little, her sleepy eyes cracking open to look at the new person in the room.

Leah smiled at her. “Hey, sweetheart.”

And your daughter… smiled back.

Small. Wobbly. But real.

And you felt something shift in your chest.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Leah said quietly, eyes still on your daughter. “If you’ll let me stay.”

You swallowed hard.

And nodded.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I think I’d like that.”

And maybe it wasn’t how you planned it.

But maybe, just maybe, it was exactly how it was meant to happen.

[cloverstellar]

I think something a lot of the general audience for stranger things is forgetting to consider is WHY Will is so interwoven into Vecna’s plan in season five, and how him dying doesn’t make sense.

Will has now been essentially confirmed as a lead if not the new total main character of stranger things in the date announcement trailer. Why? If he was just a target for Vecna’s possession, wouldn’t the season be marketing him more like it did with Max in season four? While Max had a pivotal role in being possessed by Vecna, she wasn’t THE main character for four, and Vecna clearly needed her dead (and had no qualms about killing El at the end too).

Vecna DOESN’T want Will dead.

Will, while under the influence of the mind flayer in season two, said (in a gross summarization) “the mind flayer wants to kill everyone BUT me.” and now it’s been confirmed by Will at the end of season four in his talk with Mike that it was ALWAYS vecna targeting him, even from the beginning. that means vecna doesn’t want Will dead, and needs him alive. He needs Will for something beyond just being a spy, because a spy is useless once everyone is dead. Why keep Will alive after killing everyone else in season 2?

(putting everything else under a cut bc I ramble)

something about Will is incredibly important to the new seasons plot outside of just a potential possession. If Vecna wanted to possess him for spy purposes or for another gate death, why Will? It doesn’t make much sense outside of that lingering connection to him, because all the characters now know that Will could at any point be walking eyes for Henry, which renders being a spy useless. so why is Will so important to Vecna? It was confirmed by the duffers that we’ll finally see why Will was taken, confirming that it wasn’t just a simple accident like it was portrayed as in season one. And here’s the one reason I can think of:

Will has powers, and Vecna needs them. Maybe not powers in the traditional stranger things hand-raised-bloody-nosed sense, but maybe in a way that’s a bit more like Kali? Something creative. Most powered individuals in stranger things usually make things levitate and mess with objects/minds and can enter the void, but I think Will’s has something to do with his position in the party. Something more abstract, which we know is possible since Kali has powers totally different from El’s. His powers may even play into him being an artist.

We have already seen him using true sight, though I’d argue that it’s actually shadow walking or shadow step, an ability used by clerics in DnD to teleport in shadows (the upside down in this scenario). If he was just seeing flashes of the upside down, the mind flayer wouldn’t have been able to reach him. His soul was genuinely partly in the upside down. (It’s also why he was able to hide so well while down there- and why Jonathan said Will could hide anywhere to hopper in season one- clerics can naturally conceal themselves in shadows, so he could camouflage himself to the upside down better than most).

Will is, throughout the show, consistently being compared to his DnD classes (be that cleric or wizard depending on the characters POV or timeframe). I’d argue he’s paralleled to and called his DnD character more so than any other character, both in merch and onscreen. that’s important because his DnD character HAS POWERS (magic class user), and the duffers been spending all this time building up to the reveal of it in season five. you could say that’s purely coincidental, but if we call back to season two, Mike tells Max that Dustin is the bard, wills the cleric, lucas is the ranger, he’s the paladin, and that el is their MAGE.

mages are wizards. Wizards in DnD gain their powers through intense study and training (El spent her life in the lab dedicated to honing her powers with Papa) and clerics (Will) get their powers from a connection to some divine entity or dimension/creature (Aka the upside down) and whatever new powers Will gained he got from his overexposure to both the upside down and the mind flayer.

what’s interesting though is that even though Will is a cleric, Will calls HIMSELF a wizard, aka “Will the Wise” multiple times both in the show and in comics, and Mike is the one who’s still calling him the cleric.

This could mean that Will’s supernatural plot for season five COULD play into him being a multiclass, and having elements from both his cleric role with Mike and his own self-identifying role as a wizard play into his powers and association to Vecna.

Regardless, Will’s character (be it cleric or wizard) is associated with the light class. It’s why he can use fireballs and cast light spells (use the lights in the upside down). You know what Vecna is called in season four?

a dark wizard. Vecna is the character foil to Will’s (and El’s) light wizard. You know what wills character can cast? Fireballs! What hurts the upside down? Fire. Alongside that, Will clearly has a connection to the gates as well (hence interdimensional cleric powers), and I think it’ll have something to do with Vecna’s leaked line of Will being a builder with him. “We are going to do such beautiful things together, Will, such beautiful things…”

Vecna could need Will’s potential ability to bring the upside down fully into Hawkins, especially since he’s weakened. As we’ve seen in BTS photos, Hawkins hasn’t fully merged into the upside down yet. If the infection of Hawkins slowed to a near stop, Vecna will need Will’s ability to bleed the two worlds together (seen in season one when he nearly opened a gate in the wall of his home), and he’ll do that by trying to appeal himself to their shared experiences over being different, another nod to them being character foils.

(physical evidence of them being FOILs >> their identical drawings)

if henry’s appeal to their similarities doesn’t work, then that might be how a possession could come into play, and Vecna will try to turn Will into a puppet again if he refuses to become his secondhand.

And that’s what’s going to make Vecna fail. He’s going to underestimate Will’s support system. While they’re clearly two sides of the same coin and henry knows that, Will has love and support and family, whereas henry distanced himself from and killed everyone while under the influence of the flayers particles in his system.

That’s a big recurring theme in stranger things; that love conquers all. (Which could be how Will unlocks his powers in season five but that’s another story)

It’s how Max narrowly evaded her death time and time again- she both imagined her happiest moments with lucas and El and latched onto it. Will HAS that in Joyce, in Jonathan, in Dustin, in Lucas, in El, in Hopper, in Mike, but Vecna thinks he doesn’t, because WILL doesn’t think so either. At least not yet.

it’s glaringly obvious that despite being surrounded by people in seasons 2 and onward, Will feels terrifyingly alone. Nobody else has gone through what he has. He feels like he has no one in his corner, especially in season four when Mike pulled away. But part of his “coming of age” as the duffers called it for season five will most likely be his realization that he isn’t alone, that there’s people who unconditionally love and support him through it all, and I think that’ll tie into byler’s relationship blossoming too.

on a more legitimate analysis note, I’ve seen a lot of people comparing Will’s scream of “RUN!!!” to his scream of pain while possessed as the upside down was torched. But to me, I think it was more of a direct callback to when the mind flayer showed up and he yelled “GO AWAY!” Over and over before the possession took place.

But what’s new is the anger in Will’s scream. He could be getting possessed and telling his friends to save themselves, OR he’s fighting back against something while telling his friends to RUN. That’s will, retaliating against whatever he’s looking at above him. Fully surrendering himself to the danger rather than trying to make it disappear. He’s terrified, but also determined and so incredibly angry. (and his eyes are green, not brown like when he’s possessed) He’s not screaming for the monster to leave out of pure terror like his possession in season two, but actively fighting and intentionally putting himself in harms way.

It’s both a significant showing of his character growth and in my opinion a hint that he’s not being unwillingly possessed, but rather giving himself up as a target while someone escapes. A sacrifice. But logically, that only works if he’s important enough to be worthy of that much attention to Vecna. he has something valuable, or is at least significant enough of a threat to warrant that much distraction to save everyone else (him having powers). Honestly, I’m hoping his abilities tie into the creation of the upside down. It’s clear now that there’s a border on the edge of the pocket dimension, like a literal snapshot of Hawkins, and I think it’d be cool to tie in his position as an artist and cleric/wizard into the creation of the upside down alongside El and Henry’s contributions. Among other things, electrical/light centered powers and interdimensional travel powers seem more likely to happen but I think it would be dope to see how that plays out.

ANYWAYS I have more to say but I’m tired maybe I’ll post more later

[sinner-as-saint]

our bodies converse like old friends

Bucky Barnes x Reader x John Walker 

Summary: Back home after a long mission, and there’s nothing these two soldiers want more than to just lose themselves in their favourite girl

Themes: threesome, smut, explicit language, bucky x reader, john x reader, praise kink

a/n: hear me out– 

“You’re making eyes at my girl again, Walker?” Bucky strutted into your bedroom lazily, looking like he just got out of the shower. He glared at John in that stern yet playful way he always does. 

“Our girl.” John corrected him and tightened his grip on you, making you giggle and squirm on his lap. “She’s mine too. Besides, I was here first.” 

John earned a dramatic eye roll from Bucky. “She was mine first, before you barged into our lives with your little sob story.” Bucky argued, making his way towards your bed, where you and John had been cuddling. 

“Whatever, Bucky. She likes me more.” John said, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek, extra loudly just to mess with Bucky. 

“Does she now?” Bucky rushed over and pulled you out of his embrace. 

John and Bucky made everything a competition – who’d get to spend more time with you, who’d get to wake you up in the morning, who’d find their way into your bedroom first each night, who’d make you come the hardest… you never complained. And you let the boys be boys. Plus you loved the attention. 

“Hi Buck,” You slid off John’s lap for a quick second, got out of bed and let Bucky pull you into his arms. 

“Hi, babygirl. You missed me?” Bucky asked, kissing your face while also keeping an eye on John who leaned his head back against the mountain of pillows you always kept in your bed. 

You caught the look the boys shared as you answered, “I did. I missed both of you.” 

Bucky spun you around, so you faced John while Bucky still had his arms around you from behind. John looked extra comfy in your large bed, surrounded by your pillows. And he had that smirk on his face – the one that promised lots and lots of trouble for you. The good kind. 

“Did you?” John teased, “‘Cause you were just telling me you had the best sleep ever these past few days. What was it you said?” He pretended to think about it, then answered his own question, “Ah, you said there were no men here to bother you and that you had plenty of alone time to do whatever you wanted.” 

“Wow.” And Bucky being the dramatic man he was, pretended to be hurt. “Is that how it is? We go out and fight to protect people, this city, and you, and this is what we get in return? You being happy when we’re away?” 

“That’s not–,” 

John cut you off, and added, “I’m telling you,” He said to Bucky, “We spoil her too much.” 

Bucky nuzzled your neck, making you shiver as he whispered against your skin, “Is that true, baby? Do we spoil you too much?” 

“No, not enough.” You argued, glaring at John’s pretty face. The betrayer. 

“Oh is that so?” John questioned. 

Bucky chuckled, “Not enough, huh? I don’t know, baby, I’d say you’re the most spoiled little princess ever. Huh, Walker? Don’t you agree?” 

John got out of bed, walked a couple steps and reached you and Bucky. He touched your face, his fingers tracing your features leisurely. “Maybe you need a reminder, huh princess?” 

“Maybe.” You mumbled, looking up into John’s blue eyes. His hair seemed darker because it was still damp. 

Bucky chuckled again. “Reminder it is then.” 

And before you knew it, you were naked between them. Bucky sat in your bed, leaning against the headboard, with his cock in your mouth. While you were in between his legs, ass up in the air with John’s cock buried deep in you from behind. 

“Not complaining about not being spoiled enough now, are you, baby?” John whispered, his large hands grabbing you by the hips so firmly that you were sure he’d leave bruises behind on your skin. 

He always did. 

Bucky had that cocky look on his face, groaning as you took him into your mouth as much as you could. He held your head gently and watched you intently with parted pink lips how you took him so perfectly. “There we go, princess.” He said, “You’re so good at this, aren’t you? Our perfect girl…” 

John was just as focused on your body, his hands keeping you in place as he moved in and out of you, watching how you wrapped around his cock perfectly, your walls inviting him in just how he liked it. “Good fucking girl…” He muttered under his breath. 

“Yeah you’re such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” Bucky cooed. You looked up at him and whimpered, tears falling down your face as your walls clenched around John and he moaned in response. 

Your body moved in between the two men like you were nothing but theirs to play with, all for them to use and you had no problem with that. They were greedy, both of them. Grabbing and touching you everywhere. But they were also gentle, and their touch was familiar and safe. 

“You can do better than that, baby… you can take more, can’t you?” Bucky lifted his hips up gently, he held your head gently and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut, breathing through your nose, taking him in until he hit the back of your throat. You felt all of him, his smooth skin, his raw taste, and you couldn’t get enough.

Your fingers clawed at Bucky’s thighs as John pounded into you from behind. He groaned and grunted as he filled you up entirely, your ass cheek slapping into his pelvic bone as he rammed his cock in and out of you incessantly, your wet warmth wrapped around him perfectly. “That feels good, doesn’t it, baby? Being filled like that?” John taunted playfully, “Huh? Do you prefer those lonely nights now?” 

Bucky chuckled, “Can’t even talk, can you? Mouth full of cock… isn’t this a good reminder, baby? You still think you aren’t spoiled enough?” 

Amongst the taunting and the way they used your body and mouth, you felt yourself drifting off to that high again. It was so close… 

Bucky came first, coming undone all over your tongue and watching you swallow all of him, while John sped up into you, chasing his orgasm as well. Gasping and grunting, you loved how vocal he was, compared to Bucky’s more quiet manner. You couldn’t help the way you squeezed and milked him as you felt the familiar pressure forming in between your legs again. 

You were already so desperate and needy, whining even as Bucky finally pulled his cock from your mouth and grabbed you by the chin so you looked up at him. Your whole body shook as John pounded relentlessly into you from behind. Bucky smirked as he looked into your eyes.

“So perfect…” Bucky breathed, looking down at you with nothing but pure desire in his ocean blue eyes. 

“Be a good girl, and come for me, princess…” John spoke, fucking deeper into you. “Come on.” He urged you, his grip on your hips tightening. “That’s it, milk my cock and come, baby… there you go, good fucking girl…” 

Bucky watched intently how your face morphed into a frown of pleasure. “So fucking pretty when you come.” He murmured. 

“It’s like this pussy was made for me,” John grunted, and you felt his cock throb against your walls. You tightened around him, and he groaned and swore under his breath before coming undone, buried deep within you, “Tight little thing, aren’t you?” He mumbled under his breath as he came.

“Fuck…” You swore as you came right after, moaning and trembling between them both. 

Your body tingled, and you felt warm all over and you felt sore because it had been days since you’d had them. At the same time. They could be a lot. Your jaw was sore, as was your sensitive spot in between your legs. You could still feel Bucky’s taste in your mouth while John pulled out and watched his cum drip out of you. 

“Look at that, fucking beautiful,” He murmured, sliding a finger in and fucking his cum back inside you. 

You were panting and whimpering, and about to collapse on your bed but they both held you up.

“Not quite done with you, princess.” Bucky spoke, mischief making his pretty eyes sparkle.

John added, cocky as always, “Did you think that was it?” 

That’s how you found yourself right in between them not even a minute after. Clothes off. John was behind you while Bucky was in front. Bucky gripped your hips and settled your body right in between him and John. You could tell by the look in their blue eyes that they couldn’t wait for both of them to fuck you at the same time.

They always did this. And you always loved every second of it. 

John gave you a quick kiss, his beard scratching your face, before he searched your bedside table to find the lube you guys always kept there. He held the bottle up and smirked at you. “I hope you’re ready, princess.” He teased, biting down on your exposed shoulder. “I won’t be gentle.” He added with a smirk. 

You whimpered, your core throbbing and sore but ready for them at the same time.

Bucky touched your chin to get your attention, before he leaned in for a kiss as well. “Pretty baby,” He murmured, kissing along your cheek till he could whisper right into your ear, “Look at you, so fucking needy, it’s dripping down your thighs, isn’t it?” 

John whispered in your other ear, “So fucking wet, princess. I think we would’ve been okay even without the lube.” He teased. 

Bucky chuckled. 

Your body trembled in between their naked bodies. They were so muscular, strong, and warm. And all yours. It drove you insane. And to think of all that strength, that superhuman power unleashed upon you… your heart raced like crazy in anticipation as you waited for one of them to finally fill you up. 

John went first, he lathered his cock with the lube and toyed with your hole for a bit before he pushed his thick cock slowly into your puckered hole. “Fuck.” He cursed. The lube made it easier for him to fill you up and he had you whimpering and moaning in no time.

Your moans were shameless. 

“You’re okay, princess,” John whispered into your ear, “Just focus on feeling good for me, okay? You can do it.” 

You leaned forward and rested your forehead on Bucky’s shoulder to steady yourself, but before you could catch your breath and adjust to John’s size, Bucky guided his cock over to your folds and pushed himself into you as well.  

They both groaned at how tight you were and slowly started moving in and out of you. 

“You okay, baby?” Bucky asked, once he was fully inside of you. “Deep breaths, you got this.” 

“We got you, angel, don’t worry.” John whispered. "We're right here."

You felt your holes stretching with both of their cocks inside of you and you felt so full that you could barely talk. You gripped his metal arm tightly, and nodded. Trying to accommodate both of them inside you was nothing new, but it always took away your ability to think straight. 

“So fucking tight…” John whispered against the back of your neck. They both had their arms around you, holding you up. 

The two moved in and out of you with a comfortable pace, one you were used to. Your walls clenched equally tight around each of them and the wet sounds your bodies made were sinful enough to make you almost lose your mind.

John bit down on your shoulder, whispering how good you felt while his arm tightened around you and he firmly placed his palm against your abdomen, right above your core. “You’re fucking perfect, baby, you feel that?” He could feel each one of Bucky’s thrust each time Bucky’s thick cock filled you up. 

So did you, moaning at how full you felt. “Oh my god…” You whined. 

Bucky chuckled, “No gods in here, baby. Just us.” 

You were all theirs. 

All you could focus on was their voices, their moans and their body heat as it wrapped around you, comforting you, making up for the time they’ve been away. Making up for the lonely nights you spent without them. 

“Not missing those lonely nights now, are you?” Bucky taunted. 

“You’re doing so, so good…” John reassured you. 

They both moved perfectly against you, your heart beats and breaths in sync. You felt the pressure growing in between your legs again, and you could no longer hold it back anymore. 

You were sensitive and needy. “Please….” You begged. To both of them. 

“Can you hold on a little longer, princess?” John asked. 

“No, no, please… please, can I–,” 

“Shh. It’s okay,” He murmured into your ear, “I know it’s a lot. I know. It feels so good, doesn’t it?” 

“Go ahead then, baby. Come for us,” Bucky finally said. 

That was all you needed. You felt your walls clenching around both of them, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you came violently around both of them.

You cried out, actual tears streaming down your face and you whimpered as they kept going even after you came, pounding into you from both sides and chasing their own release. 

“I know, I know,” John kept whispering, his beard rough against your soft skin. “I know you’re sensitive, angel. Just a little longer, I promise. Just a little…” 

“Almost there, baby…” Bucky’s breathy voice murmured. “Almost there…” 

The sounds of the moans and grunts coming from them made your body tingle. 

“That’s it, baby.” Bucky growled. “Missed this fucking pussy.” 

Bucky came with a loud moan. 

John came right after, panting as he filled you up again, then carefully slipped out of you, letting his cum drip down your skin again. Because he loved to watch it, he’d told you once. 

You whimpered when Bucky pulled out of you, you felt his cum oozing out of your folds and dripping down your thighs as well. 

Your body felt heavy and limp, so you just leaned back against John while Bucky kissed your lips roughly. You were sure you would be sore even tomorrow.

John wrapped his arms tightly around you and kissed your temple. He was still catching his breath, all warm and sweaty. “You’ve been such a good girl for us, baby… so proud of you.” he whispered against your skin and kissed the side of your face. “You did so well.” 

Bucky kissed down your neck, lips brushing against damp skin. “You’re always such a good girl, baby. Our spoiled, perfect princess…” 

—

a/n: this would send 2021 me into a coma

[yukioos]

helloo i hope you’re having a blessed day, afternoon, or evening (:

can i request an angst fic where the reader is from class 1 a & is trying not to breakdown after a very tough day at UA but couldn’t stop tears from falling down and tries to hide to hide it?

hopefully a pre-relationship situation with monoma, shoto, katsuki, and shinso but platonically with ochaco?

i was also wondering if you were okay with accepting reqs with other characters, thank you so much ❣️

trying not to break down in front of them after a bad day

featuring ochaco (platonic), katsuki, shoto, hitoshi, neito (pre-relationship)

ochaco uraraka

sweat drips from your forehead as you scatter toward the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall and whimpering as you try to stifle your cries. your parents were near a villain attack, bakugo ridiculed you in front of everyone when you lost in a fight, and you failed another test after thinking you aced it. everything is going wrong, and you don’t know how to fix it.

but you hear someone walking into the bathroom, so you cover your mouth, trying to silence your breathing. the feet stop moving near the entrance of your stall.

fuck, those are ochaco’s shoes.

“y/n? are you okay?”

you hesitate. she’ll know you’re crying if she hears the smallest slip-up in your voice.

you sniffle, “yeah.”

“are you crying? you can tell me what’s happening, i’ll try and help! how about you come out of the stall and we can talk about whatever’s bothering you?” there’s a sense of urgency in her voice, one she shares and uses for many people.

hesitantly, you open the door and meep your backpack on your shoulders, continuing to wipe tears from falling down your cheeks. ochaco looks at you with sad eyes and sits you down on one of the benches, keeping your backpack on her lap.

only after you’re done ranting about your day, with her little comments and pieces of advice, does she suggest with a grin, “how about we take a trip to the bakery nearby? maybe that’ll take your mind off of everything!”

nodding is the least you can do, so you do just that, and the rest of your day is filled with laughter and joy with ochaco.

katsuki bakugo

for the whole day, you’ve been acting weird. not talking as much, avoiding people, and hardly even eating. it’s been too much for katsuki, and he’s fed up with it. in the middle of lunch, he comes up to your table and sits next to you on the spotless table.

as soon as he sets foot near you, you avert your gaze, embarrassed. he asks, “the hell is the matter with you? you’ve been acting weird all day.” when you don’t respond, he grumbles, “your problem won’t be solved if you don’t let people help you.”

the genuine advice makes your lips tremble, although you know it was common sense. katsuki shows he cares when he wants to.

you whimper, “do you think i’m weak?”

katsuki laughs, “do you think i’d be friends with someone weak?” you looked up at him with teary eyes, and his face softened, “the answer’s no. what in the world makes you think you’re weak?”

“i don’t know, i was just thinking… what if i can’t save someone when i need to? i almost fucked up during the internship the other day.”

a sigh comes from his mouth, “when the real thing happens, you’ll know exactly what to do. don’t doubt yourself with your skills and the quirk you have.”

you hum and nod, smiling once he slides his lunch tray to you. he mumbles, “eat, i know you haven’t all day.”

shoto todoroki

you walk back to your dorm, defeated and trying not to let tears fall down your cheeks after what just happened. it may not have seemed like a big deal to others, but you studied hard for a test, and just hardly passed. hours spent dedicated to studying all went to waste, and the worst thing is, you were confident you’d get a high score.

but it’s the last class of the day, so you're a bit pleased you can sulk about it in the comfort of your room. though, you hear a soft and calm voice behind you.

“y/n?” shoto asks, but you continue to walk to the dorms, slowing down your walking so shoto can catch up to you.

you softly mumble, “yeah?” and avert your gaze to the ground when his shoes are in your eyesight and are synchronized with your walking pattern.

“i saw you looked upset when you received your test from the teacher,” he pauses, “were you not pleased with your score?”

you feel your heart sink, as you aren’t too fond of people knowing about your mistakes. shoto’s trustworthy, however. he won’t ridicule you for slip-ups.

“um— i just,” a tear finally slips down your cheeks after, and you’re quick to wipe it away as your voice cracks, “kinda studied for a while and did shitty on the test.” you try to laugh it off, not wanting to appear overreacting.

shoto was quick to respond, “would you like to study together so maybe you can retake the test? i bet ectoplasm would let you.”

you nodded, “sure, i’d like that.” then paused for a few minutes, “thank you, sho.”

the two of you gazed into each other's eyes, and he gave you a rare smile, “anytime.”

hitoshi shinso

you speed walk to your dorm, soft pants and whimpers coming from your mouth as you hear footsteps behind you. you clutch onto your backpack before clumsily opening the door and throwing yourself in the room, locking the door behind you. slowly sitting on your bed, you cover your mouth and try to muffle your cries.

but a fist knocks on the door, and a familiar voice, hitoshi’s, concerningly asks, “y/n, is everything okay?”

you shudder and pull your hand away from your mouth, keeping your elbows on your knees, “yeah.”

“for some reason, i don’t believe you, and you looked like you were crying. can i come in and maybe we can talk about whatever’s bothering you?”

you hesitate, it would be so embarrassing for him to see you like this.

but you begrudgingly stand up and open the door, eyes falling on hitoshi’s worried and sad ones. he reaches a hand out to you and rubs your scalp with a warm hand before leading you both back to your bed.

when the two of you lay down side by side, he asks, “would you prefer to talk about it now or later?” he wasn’t letting you out of this one.

so you mumbled, “later,” and curled up into him, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

you quickly fell asleep in your best friend’s arms.

neito monoma

today was horrible.

you had an internship at an agency and were called to a mission with real villains. you couldn’t even stop them on your own, and you unfortunately froze up in fear. after, you were scolded for your actions and sent back to UA.

so you walk back to the dorm rooms, still with your costume on and tears forming in your eyes. everything turns into blobs of color, and your lips tremble in embarrassment when you hear footsteps behind you.

“y/n?” neito’s voice calls out to you, and you hear the steps scattering up to you. once he stands next to you and sees your face, he asks, “uh oh, did something go wrong?”

you sniffle and wipe your tears, “i— i don’t wanna talk about it.” your voice cracks in the middle.

he pauses, his voice softening as he looks into your puffy eyes, “are you just saying that or do you mean it?”

you hesitate, mumbling, “i don’t know, ‘m sorry.”

neito shakes his head and places his hand on your head, softly ruffling your hair. he suggests, “how about we train for a bit to get your mind off it? you can go as hard as you’d like.” he teases you near the end.

a soft chuckle escapes your mouth, and he grins at your smile and the creasing near your eyes. you roll your eyes, “shut up!”

[afroslacks]

Hello! Can I request a one-shot or drabble—whatever you prefer? Could it be about the Sinners premiere, where the reader is seen with Michael and fans start to ship them?

Today is one of the many premiere dates for your new movie Sinners. As you arrive at the premiere, your stomach ties itself in knots as the sound of fans gets louder.

“Are you ready?” your manager asks, looking at you as you smooth your hands over your dress to soothe your uneasy stomach.

“No, not really,” you reply, looking at your manager, who laughs before patting your back.

“Well, you have no choice, so get out there.”

Your mouth drops open at your manager’s callous attitude toward your nerves. He then pushes his hands out in a shop manager gesture.

“Rude,” you snort, before grabbing the limousine's door handle and pushing the door open.

The sound of screaming fans and media personnel becomes louder, causing you to pause in your attempt to exit the vehicle. You hate this part. Feeling overwhelmed, you exit the vehicle anyway. The driver holds out his hand so you can rise from the seat more easily without risking exposure and creating a viral moment.

“Thank you,” you utter quietly as you look around, taking everything in.

Your fellow castmates are talking to reporters and taking pictures in front of a Sinners backdrop.

“Don’t forget to smile,” your manager says from behind you, causing you to turn around and see them holding a thumbs-up. You shake your head before making your way onto the carpet. As you get closer to the cameras, you still consider turning around. But you continue anyway. Photographers call your name as you step into the spotlight.

“Look over here! You look gorgeous!” they shout. You wave and nod to let them know you acknowledge them. Then you begin to pose and stand still, letting them get their fill.

Unaware that Michael is watching you in that navy blue suit and his infamous grills. He stands there, frozen in time, rendered defenseless by your beauty. He has a longstanding crush on you. At his age, he can’t help it. Your characters play love interests in the movie, but he's always wanted something more.

You told him he’d have to wait until Sinners wrapped before either of you considered pursuing anything—keeping it professional and simple.

As he watches you, he notices you’re clearly uncomfortable. You’re usually good at hiding your anxiety, but over time he’s learned your signs. As you shift and pose, he sees you subtly rubbing your dress and placing your hands together.

“I think she’s a bit overwhelmed,” Wunmi says, watching you stand for the cameras.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna jump in,” Michael replies without looking away from you.

“You should. Be really sweet to her, Michael,” Wunmi replies, watching him.

Michael steps onto the carpet and stands next to you. He leans into your ear.

“It’s alright. I’m here,” he promises, wrapping his arm subtly around your waist.

The paparazzi shout, “You both look amazing! Lovely couple!”

Michael laughs as your arm wraps around his back to tug on his suit jacket. You lean into his ear.

“Thank you. The cameras are too much for me right now,” you whisper, relieved that he noticed your struggle.

Michael looks at you and replies softly, under the chaos of the paparazzi:

“It’s no problem. I could tell. You were doing that thing—rubbing your dress and clasping your hands for comfort. So I stepped in to be your comfort.”

You hold eye contact, touched by his thoughtful behavior, wishing you could kiss him right now. But you value your privacy, and you both haven’t even had your first date. So you just stare—for now.

The paparazzi continue to snap photos in the background, but you don’t pay them any attention. You’re lost in his eyes.

A Week Later

You and Michael are enjoying dinner at a restaurant he rented out for the night so you could have privacy. You're sitting across from one another, enjoying the first course, when Michael suddenly says:

“Oh, I gotta show you something,” he says, pulling out his phone.

You finish chewing your food and wipe your mouth, waiting for him. Moments later, he pulls up a video of both of you on the premiere carpet.

“They’re shipping us now,” he explains, handing you his phone.

You roll your eyes at the internet’s quickness. “That’s because you make everything so obvious, Michael.”

Michael scoffs mockingly, placing a hand on his chest. “Me? You were the one who kept looking into my eyes. You refused to give me my face back.”

You wave him off with a flick of your hand. “Boy, finish your food.”

Michael laughs, takes his phone back, and you both enjoy the rest of your date.

[starlostjisung]

- This is how it’s supposed to feel like

PAIRING: han x reader

GENRE: fluff; friends to lovers

WC: 3.1k

CW: nothing

SUMMARY: after being friends for a long time with han and the boys, your friend sets you up on a date and you realise something: you are in love with your best friend

hi!! this is my second story here and i’m still try to figure out how this works and everything but i’m slowly getting there. again, any comments or thoughts are deeply appreciated, hope you enjoy it <3

You didn’t expect a knock on your door this morning, not when you were getting ready to go shopping with one of your close friends.

Especially not from Han Jisung, who had the biggest smile on his face and was carrying what it looked like two hot chocolates and some cupcakes.

“The chocolates are at the perfect temperature and the cupcakes are the sweetest thing that I could find but of course they’re not as sweet as me.” He said as he made his way past you into your apartment. “Well, hello to you too. I’ve doing well and I hope you’ve been fine too.” You laughed while you closed the door. “Yeah whatever, just come here and have breakfast with me, I’ve bought this on my way to the studio and I don’t’t have much time before I have to go.”

Han Jisung, your best friend and the person you had been attached to the hip basically since the moment you two met all those years ago. Lee Know and you had been best friends ever since you both wore diapers. You two did everything together and that meant that when he became a part of this idol world, you went with him. Lee Know being a member from Stray Kids meant that you had 7 new friends, having a more special relationship with Han.

You made your way to the kitchen and had lunch with Han while you talked about everything and nothing at the same time. He told you about the latest 3RACHA writing session. “We were so tired that Changing fell asleep at some point and Chan threatened him with using Lee Know’s air fryer on him.” You told him about your plans for the day with your friend. “Her cousin is getting married in a couple of months and she still hasn’t got an outfit so she wants me to go with her and help her find one.”

Conversation flowed just like that. It was easy. Like everything between you two. You two understood and completed the other to perfection. When one of you had something to celebrate, the other was there to be the number 1 hype person. When one of you was feeling one, the other was there to offer the shoulder to cry on, the comfort of a movie to let your minds off everything, or simply was there. That’s how your friendship worked. And that’s how you always thought that love was supposed to work, but life had proved you wrong a couple of times.

“Me and Minho were thinking about having a quiet night in. You know just some food, some movies and stuff. You should come too, it’s been a while since we last did that.” Han said while finishing his breakfast.

“And whose fault is that Mr. When I’m not on some world tour, I’m working on a comeback for 2040 and when I’m not doing that I’m doing some other thing?”

“Oi!”

“It’s true.”

“All the more reason for you to come and hang out with us. Please, pretty please, pleaaaaa-“

“Fine, I’ll go” you finally agreed before he gave you a headache with his antics.

He smiled so hard that you felt yourself smiling at that. Because it was normal to feel happy when people around you wanted to spend time with you. But it was even more special when the person who wanted to spend the little time left he had with you was Han.

Yes, this is how friendships feel like. Right?

~

“My cousin is being extremely picky with the wedding and all that. Which, I mean, I get it because you only get married once, or at least you hope for that, but I’m telling you, she’s super close to going absolutely crazy and getting married with just the two of them or something.” You and Y/FN had been looking and trying different things for a couple of hours and while, bless her heart you loved her with everything in you, there was something else on your mind today. Or rather someone.

Ever since your breakfast with Han earlier this morning, your thoughts were full of him. Him bringing you breakfast. You two eating together in your kitchen. You two laughing and talking. Mundane things.

“Y/N? You there?” You had been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed that your friend was showing you a blue dress she has found in one store. “Yes, sorry Y/FN. That dress is beautiful, I think you should try it on.”

“Let’s go and eat first, I’m starving and you look like you may need a break from all this walking around.” You felt sorry that your mind had been elsewhere today, but there was something in your mind that you couldn’t name yet. Or you were just afraid of giving it a name.

Once you found a restaurant and the waiter took your orders, your friend finally asked the question. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on with you or do I have to guess?”. “Nothing, it’s just that I have had a lot on my mind recently and I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed to be honest.” It’s not that you didn’t want to tell her what you were thinking, it was that if you couldn’t understand yourself, you thought no one else could. “Are you sure that it’s only that?”. “Yes, I’m sure” you smiled at her and she seemed to be happy with your answer, for now.

After your food arrived, you ate it while talking about your jobs or the plans that you had for the following months. But when she started talking about her next trip with her boyfriend, you realised you should have seen it coming. “You know what you need?”. “What?”. “A date”. There it was. Really, you should have seen it coming. “Y/FN…”. “No, listen to me, I’m not talking about going out and getting in a relationship if that’s not what you want, but just, going out and meeting people, meeting someone new. I know the perfect guy, he’s new in my office and I know you two would get along just fine.”

Your last relationship had ended some months ago and the ending had been bittersweet to say the least. You had closed yourself off to the world and you were slowly becoming yourself again. Everyone knew that and helped you during the process. Your friends. The boys. Lee Know. And Han, especially Han. Your friend was just trying to help you. “Please, Y/N, just a coffee or a movie or something, for me please”. You knew she was trying to help you, you really did, and while you were not completely on board with this, part of you felt like you needed to accept because she was just trying to help you.

“Okay”

“Really? That’s great! I promise you he’s a great guy and you will not regret this believe me.” You wanted to believe her, but something stirred inside you. You thought it was just your nerves and anxious thoughts of going out and meeting someone new. They had nothing to do with a certain big eyes and bright smile boy you already knew, right?

~

After finishing your meal (during which your friend sent your number to her new co-worker after having talked to him about you first without you knowing) and trying in some other shops with no luck, you said your goodbyes and you made your way to Han and Lee Know’s dorm for a quiet night in, which if you were being honest, you really needed. On your way you got a call from your friend’s co-worked to introduce himself and plan your date, which would be a simple coffee the following day. While he seemed nice and friendly, something inside didn’t sit right with you. It would be the nerves of going out with someone new after a long time. Yes, let’s say it was that.

~

“Please, do tell me why I would let you go inside my dorm”. “Oh please, Minho, you know I’m basically living here and I’m officially the unofficial third member of this dorm.” He smiled at that, he knew you were right. All these years, all the distance, could not keep you two apart. You wouldn’t have that any other way. You made your way inside and got comfortable with him on the couch, Han was still out writing with the other boys. You told Minho about your job and how you had been doing lately and he told you about his recording sessions, the rehearsals, and all in between.

“Right Y/N spill it.” “What?” You knew he wouldn’t buy it. If there was one person in the world who knew you better than yourself, that was him. “I know there’s something on your mind so you either spill it or you’re going into the air fryer”. Lee Know style. So you told him everything that had happened with your friend that day. That you two had gone shopping. That she had told you about her co-worker. That you were going on a date the next day.

You decided to not talk about your thoughts regarding Han that day, because you were almost completely sure that that were normal friendship thoughts. Just friends and nothing else. But of course, Lee Know knew better. “And do you think that your nerves about the date are just because you’re meeting someone new and nothing else?”. “What do you mean?”. You knew what he meant, you just couldn’t admit it. “I have eyes and I see the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you. You may be fooling yourselves but you’re not fooling anyone else, at least not me. You two are friends, but can you honestly say that you are only that?”

Direct and straight to the point, that was Lee Know. And he was right, at least on your part. You didn’t see Han as only your friend. You were friends, the best of friends even, but was that enough for you? And for him? Was Lee Know right about Han just as he had been right about you? Just before you could ask him any questions, Han arrived to their shared dorm. After putting his things away and telling you two what he had done that day in the studio, you three started your quiet night in.

However, your mind was anything but quiet. While the two boys were eating and laughing at whatever was happening in the movie you were not watching, you came to the realisation that you were in love with your best friend. You were in love with him. This is not what a normal friendship is supposed to feel like.

~

It was late when the movie ended so you stayed in the boys dorm like you had done many times before. You and Lee Know shared his bed, but you couldn’t sleep at all. Your mind kept replaying every moment you had spent with Han during these years. The laughs. The tears. The important moments. The normal ones. How you hadn’t realised yourself that you were in love with him was beyond yourself. Or maybe, you had known all along but were scared of the possibility of not being reciprocated. Because that could be a possibility. You were sure that he didn’t feel the same way because you were friends and friends aren’t supposed to be in love with each other. You wanted to go home and cry to yourself.

Once morning came, you decided to go to the kitchen and have breakfast. You got up quietly so as not to wake Lee Know up, and when you left his room and went to the kitchen, you saw that Han was already there.

“Hi.”.”Hi.” You smiled at each other. “You’re up early, that’s not something you usually do”. You told him. “Yeah well I had this idea in the studio yesterday about a song and I could not sleep well because I’ve been think about it the whole night so I just decided to get up, eat something and go finish it.” Of course, the ever working Han Jisung.

“And you? It’s early for you too.” “I couldn’t sleep either so I decided to just stop trying.” “And why couldn’t you?” Because I’ve just realised that I’m in love with you and the possibility of being rejected kept me up all night but no worries. You couldn’t tell him that. So you decided to tell him the next big thing. “I have a date today”

Time stopped. He put his food that was mid-air on his plate again. His eyes were fixed on a point on the table. You swore you heard him gasp. “A date.”. “Yes, Y/FN set me up with one of her co-workers and we’re meeting for coffee later.” This wasn’t right. You didn’t know if you wanted Han to cheer you on or to tell you not to go. You just wanted to go home. Something wasn’t right. And then he looked at you and you saw it. Something wasn’t right within him either. But before you could ask him he started talking. “That’s great Y/N, I’m really happy for you, you deserve to be happy really.”. “Han…”. “I should go and get started on that song and you should go and get ready for the date too. I will tell Minho when he wakes up don’t worry.”

And just like that, he got up, went to his room and closed the door. You didn’t know what had just happened. You just felt something breaking inside you. This isn’t how love is supposed to feel like.

~

You don’t know how you did it, but you left the boys’ dorm, went home, got ready and went to the coffee shop for your date. You were immersed in your thoughts and all that had happened in the last 24 hours or so when your date arrived. “Y/N? Hi, I’m Wooyoung, sorry to have kept you waiting, traffic was horrible.” “Don’t worry, I haven’t been waiting long.” And just like that you two started talking about each other. You talked about your hobbies, your jobs and different things.

He was nice, really he was, but he wasn’t Han. He wasn’t the guy who would spend hours telling you about his new song ideas. He wasn’t the guy who would accompany you whenever it was late at night and you wanted to go and buy ice cream. He simply wasn’t Han.

So you decided to tell him, you couldn’t keep doing this. “Wooyoung, I’m really sorry but I don’t think I keep doing this. I accepted the date because of my friend but since then I’ve realised I have feelings for someone else and I can’t do this. I’m really sorry.”. Thankfully, he seemed fine with this. No harm done. So you left and ran to the place you shouldn’t have left in the first place. To see Han.

~

Seconds passed before you knocked on their door and the door opened but those seconds were enough for you to start spiralling again. What if Han didn’t feel the same? What if he didn’t want to be with you? What if you lost him because he didn’t want to be friends anymore after you confessed your feelings for-

“Y/N? Weren’t you supposed to be on a date?” This wasn’t the Han you knew, there was something you couldn’t place, but the Han that left you alone in the kitchen that morning was still here. “Yes, I-“. “Lee Know isn’t here right now, I can tell him you came to tell him about your date and he will call you later.” “No, Han, I came to talk to you”

He couldn’t hide his surprise. He let out in and closed the door while you looked around. The same place that knew by heart now felt unfamiliar and cold. What if you ruined everything now?

“What did you have to tell me?”. You turned around and there he was. With his arms closed. You couldn’t breathe. “Y/N?”. “I left the date.” You saw how confused he was. “What? Why? Did he do anything to you?”. He got closer to inspect you. This was the Han you knew, the one that would do anything to make sure you were fine. You laughed while you felt your eyes start to get watery. “Then why did you leave?” he said while looking at you. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Because it wasn’t you” just like this morning, time stopped. His eyes on you. He gasped, you saw it this time. “What?”. “He wasn’t you, Han, and I didn’t want to be on that damn date if it wasn’t with you. And I know you may not feel the same and I may be ruining things with us but I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to tell you and I-“. You couldn’t go on.

His lips were on yours. It took you a couple of seconds to realise what was going on. Han was kissing you and he had his arms around your waist, holding you like the world would end if he let you go. So you reciprocated. You put your arms around his neck, hands on his hair. You felt him deepen the kiss. You let out some tears. You swore he let some too.

When you needed to breath, you broke the kiss, but you kept your foreheads against each other. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” he told you. “You have?” “Yes, for a long time. And all this time I didn’t tell you in case you wouldn’t feel the same way, so when this morning you told me you had a date… I thought I lost you”. “You’re not losing me, Han, I’m not going anywhere without you.”

He kissed you again. Slowly, like he was trying to say all that he had kept quiet all this time. When his tongue tried to open your mouth, you gave him permission. The kiss deepened, hungry and sweet, while your hands explored each other and all that you had missed all this time, knowing that you had all the time in the world now. You couldn’t help but smile through the kiss.

“Why are you smiling?” he separated long enough to ask you that. “Nothing, it’s just that we both have been idiots all this time.” he mimicked your smile. “That’s part of our charm, being idiots together.” You laughed at that. “Yes it is”. “If you want, we can continue being two idiots together that are dating instead of only being friends.” “I love how that sounds.” And you kissed him this time. Feeling happy. Safe. Excited. This is how love is supposed to feel like.

[agent19mockingbird]

Bobbi hated this, hated feeling like this and especially, that they were even in this predicament in the first place. It made her miss the days before she and Clint had separated, before she’d gotten stuck in the Wild West and brutalized and had her entire life ruined, turned upside down by a deranged psycho. Things had been so simpler between her and Clint. Now, they were anything but that.

Now that she’d gotten that out, she listened to him speak, cringing internally as she did. He wasn’t wrong either what he was saying, and truth be told, she regretted her previous actions earlier; she’d not been sure of what she wanted and had been less than fair to him. She sat down on the side of the tub after securing her towel, dragging a hand through her hair. “You’re….you’re right. I wasn’t sure what I wanted and I took that out on you without meaning to, which I shouldn’t have done. That was shitty of me. I should have given you the space to talk instead of doing what I did.”

“If all you had wanted was a shower, I wish you would have just told me that, because I wouldn’t have been hurt. I might have been frustrated due to still being keyed up from the mission and the earlier prospect of all of us having sex with nowhere for the frustration to go unless I handled it alone, but I would’ve preferred that instead of you just saying yes to me to placate me/keep me happy. That’s….gods,” she said, shaking her head as she thought it through. Had he just been doing everything he had been all along to make her happy?

“I’m not sure what’s worse: the fact that you’ve probably been neglecting your own needs and feelings to whatever extents necessary all for the sake of keeping me happy so that I don’t leave again or want to separate, or the fact that I didn’t tell you that the reason I let Lincoln Slade die was because he raped me and I didn’t want that to change how you saw me!” Bobbi exclaimed incredulously, her voice shrill and higher than she would have liked, had she been paying attention.

————————

“Tonight was a rare exception. I can’t have you thinking I’m that easy all the time,” Natasha joked back with a smirk, kissing him back. “Yes, let’s do. And they probably are, but they’ll be okay. If they fall asleep, then we just sleep and share a bed or try again tomorrow night.”

She grabbed two towels from the nearby stack and set them aside for when they finished, giving him a tender smile. “Love you too, James. Always,” she murmured as she slide into the shower, her eyes widening at something she heard from Clint and Bobbi’s bathroom. “That sounds like Bobbi and if so, we should move double time in the shower and check on them.”

Natasha snickered and shook her head at him. “Flattery won’t get you everywhere, Mr. Barnes. But thank you for the ego boost, I appreciate it,” she replied, kissing his cheek.

She hummed her approval as she continued to work him through his climax, caressing his hair with her other hand while being careful of her injured fingers. “One day, I’m going to record you while you do that so you can see what you look like and see what I do. You did so well for me.”

——————

Bobbi immediately sensed the shift in tone and the mood; she carefully got off the sink, making sure to stand on her good foot, grabbed two towels, wrapped one around herself and handing the other to him. “Here; neither of us needs to be naked or distracted for this.”

She then took a deep breath before she began speaking. “Yes, we decided against having sex together as a group, and I still stand by that decision. Because frankly, with you, me, and Nat all being injured, we metaphorically make up one person, not three. Not to mention the fact that you and I have been together so long that we know each other very well, and so do they, but we don’t all know each other in terms of weaknesses and what buttons to push and not to. Plus, they’re allowed to do whatever they want, which includes having sex with each other,” she replied, knowing she was getting ramped up but kept going.

“What I was thinking is that I was looking at you and you seemed like you were on the other side of the continent because you were thinking about something. So I said what I did because I wanted you to be present with me and if that meant that we needed to talk first, then fine. Because not talking is exactly what got us to breaking up in the first place!”

“And don’t try to make it sound like I don’t care that you’re hurting. I wouldn’t have said that we didn’t need to do anything if I didn’t care about how you were feeling!” she huffed angrily, her arms folded over her chest.

[leighbaye]

THE BOY WHO WOULDN’T SAY HI

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , mike wheeler 𝔁 f! reader | wc 800

synopsis. y/n finally tells lucas about her crush on mike wheeler. lucas — shocked, thrilled, and determined to fix his best friend’s life — delivers the news to mike, who … panics. now mike’s dodging y/n like his life depends on it. confused and hurt, y/n tries to let go. but lucas, max, and dustin have other plans

labels. hellfire mike x cheerleader reader, loser boy + popular girl troupe, soft feminine reader, shy reader, happy go lucky reader.

warnings. light angst, mutual pining, miscommunication, brief emotional hurt/comfort.

you weren’t supposed to like mike wheeler.

not because he wasn’t likable — god no, he was too likable. too kind. too smart. too thoughtful in the ways only someone as soft and awkward as him could be.

but you? you were the bubbly cheerleader who shared her water with her cheerleader friends who forgot theirs and had a locker full of pink gel pens and birthday cake lip balm. you weren’t supposed to fall for the tall, lanky boy who wore fingerless gloves in june and talked about dungeons & dragons like it was a religion.

and yet.

you did.

so one day — just after sixth period, still in your cheer uniform, hands clutching the strap of your backpack like it was keeping you alive — you told lucas.

❝you like mike?❞ he blinked, mouth full of peanut butter reese’s.

you nodded, cheeks burning. ❝i think i have for a while.❞

his reaction was a combination of a cough, a squeak, and a half-choked yell.

❝lucas, oh my god—❞

❝no, no, this is great! this is—this changes everything!❞

and you laughed, nervous and sweet, because lucas made it easy to say things you couldn’t say to anyone else.

mike stared at the floor like it had personally insulted him.

❝she—she said that?❞

lucas nodded. ❝y/n. the y/n you refuse to look at even though you clearly like her back.❞

❝i don’t—❞

lucas clicked his tongue.

❝okay maybe i do but it doesn’t matter because she’s like—she’s her. and i’m me. and she probably only said that to be nice or something.❞

❝that’s not how crushes work, dude.❞

❝but what if i mess it up?❞ mike groaned, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. ❝what if i say something stupid and she realizes she made a mistake and regrets everything and never speaks to me again?❞

❝so your plan is to… not speak to her? ever?❞

mike didn’t answer.

lucas sighed.

you noticed.

how he turned corners when you walked toward him.

how he laughed with dustin until you entered the room and then suddenly went silent.

how he looked anywhere but at you — like your face was a solar eclipse, and he didn’t want to burn out.

and it hurt. not in the dramatic heartbreak way. more like a quiet ache in your chest that you kept trying to brush off.

maybe you’d read it wrong.

maybe it was just a nice conversation with lucas. a temporary rush of courage and hope.

maybe mike didn’t like you back after all.

you sat on the steps outside the gym after practice, your hair still tied in a half-hearted ponytail, your water bottle resting beside you. you watched the sky turn pink.

then max plopped down beside you.

❝he’s a dumbass.❞

❝…huh?❞

❝mike.❞ she glanced at you. ❝i overheard lucas and dustin talking. he thinks you’re too good for him, so he’s been avoiding you to protect his fragile ego or whatever.❞

you blinked. ❝so he does like me?❞

❝oh my god. yes. obviously. you should hear the way he talks about you when you’re not around.❞

❝then why—❞

❝because he’s mike. and mike is, like, i don’t know he’s just mike.❞

later that night, you opened your locker to find a note folded into a triangle. written in messy blue pen:

meet me at the bleachers. please. - mike

you debated it.

for five seconds.

ultimately you obliged.

he was pacing when you got there.

his eyes went wide when he saw you. ❝hi.❞

you smiled, small but real. ❝hi.❞

then silence.

❝i’m sorry,❞ he blurted.

you knew why he was apologizing but you proceeded without thinking.

you tilted your head. ❝for what?❞

❝for being… a total idiot. and avoiding you. and not saying anything. and making you think i didn’t like you back—❞

❝mike—❞

❝—and not telling you sooner that i’ve liked you since, like, forever.❞

you blinked. ❝you have?❞

he nodded, hands flailing. ❝yes. i just—i didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way. and then lucas told me and i freaked out and then i just—❞

you stepped closer. ❝you hurt my feelings.❞

❝you are aware of that, right?❞

he froze. ❝i know. and i hate that. i didn’t mean to, i swear. i was just scared.❞

you smiled, sad and soft. ❝me too.❞

he looked at you.

❝do you forgive me?❞ he asked, quiet.

you reached out, your pinky brushing his. ❝if you promise to say hi next time.❞

he grinned, sheepish. ❝hi.❞

you laughed, and suddenly his hand was in yours.

and just like that, the ache in your chest faded.

© MINA LEIGH 2024 - 2025

[diamonddeputy]

Why [DELTARUNE CHAPTER 4 SPOILERS] is an effective villain: a premature analysis

Y’all I’m literally posting this and then disappearing from the Internet for however long to avoid the spoiler brigade. I haven’t even finished Chapter 4 yet, there could be more I don’t even know. I just cannot sleep and am so wracked with autistic mania that I HAVE to get my thoughts in order or I will explode

Character creation and analysis have always been some of my greatest passions. I still have my Ceroba Ketsukane analysis sitting on the backburner, 24 pages and counting, that exists purely for my own enjoyment. Storytelling fundamentals are things I keep in mind for everything I consume, especially in the context of characters. That being said, known character development strategies can be attributed to Carol Holiday, and why she works SO WELL as a villain imo

Back when J.K. Rowling wasn’t a piece of shit, I watched an interesting video commenting on how Voldemort could have been made more effective as a villain. Which essentially compared him to Umbridge who usually provokes more vitriol within the community and pitched the idea of him casting some sort of life-altering spell on Hermione. I can’t remember the exact details, but it was something to the effect of memory alteration or brain function suppression, to take away the one thing that mattered most to her in life, which was her academic success and pursuit of knowledge, which we see her strive so passionately for throughout the whole series. And then the reader would have to watch her slog through life with no sense of purpose, a husk of her former self, and allow that rage to fester. He then tied this back to why Umbridge is remembered (ironically, less) fondly, because the slights she commits are targeted specifically on known flaws and vulnerabilities of the main characters

It’s something that I’ve carried with me since because it really does make sense if you stop and think about it. Being like 13 at the time I initially clicked on that video with more curiosity than anything because I thought he worked pretty effectively. But by the end I was like holy shit yeah that would’ve worked SO much better. And the more I think about it, the more it’s really on full display here

The reveal that Carol is a central antagonist made me feel things, sure, but the thing that REALLY got me was seeing her for the first time, even before we knew just how connected she was. When Susie commented on the temperature seeming to fall when she entered, I FELT that. Because the previous chapters made SUCH a big deal about NEVER letting us see her. She was always cooped up in her office with hordes of cronies blocking any entrances commenting on how busy she is, even when confronted with our teenaged protagonist wishing to report a serious danger that not even the police is taking seriously. Within our centralized view, that paints a cold, scheming picture right off the bat

We were given ample time to create a caricature in our minds, shaping itself to whatever bounds it would allow itself to stretch. This is a common practice seen in comic book theory, with the idea that a scene that takes place in a gutter (the space between panels, or in other words, not shown) is infinitely more shocking, gruesome, terrifying, whatever you want it to be than anything that could be shown. Because it allows the viewer to fill in the blanks for themselves, and the human mind has the tendency to jump to the very worst. So seeing her pale fur, sunken eyes, stony glare, frigid colour palette, just HIT because it reinforced EVERYTHING that had been festering in our minds for the past however long. For me, it’s barely even been a year. I can’t even begin to imagine those who have been holding it for upwards of six

We’re already starting off with a bang, but the fact she’s so mysterious is then just used to make the small things we DO learn about her even MORE effective. Noelle is scared to tell her she’s locked out of the house. She doesn’t keep keys of important documents anywhere but home. Rudy is spending what could be his last moments terrified of what will happen to Noelle after he isn’t there to “balance Carol out”, in his words. Noelle explains the feeling of seeking out things that scare her just so she can feel comforted. Speaking as someone else with a poor emotional relationship with her parents, the portrayal of Carol as such is not only harrowing, but very REAL. It’s severe enough to push all the right buttons, but not SO much so that she becomes harder to take seriously because a sense of immersion is lost. THAT is just as important, and it’s what really sells the effectiveness

The fact she wants to bring calamity upon the world is awful, sure. But that’s not why I hate her. I hate her because she’s a shitty mother. I hate her because Noelle has gone through so much because of her. And most of all, I hate her because of the implication that she’s using Dess to get her way, if I’m not going batshit crazy and Dess is the Roaring Knight like is seeming to be implied. Hell, she may have even staged her disappearance to be rid of her, as we know Dess wanted to leave home as soon as possible and take Noelle with her, and also that she was a contrarian to her mother’s strict beliefs and did things she never would have approved of. The reveal that, in her words, “I am always welcome in her home” would only have ever intrigued me if I didn’t know what I do about her. Perhaps she has more sympathetic motives than are being shown to me presently! But because these careful steps were taken to establish her not only as an antagonist, but as a VILLAIN, I felt pure unadulterated disgust. And the desire to be anywhere else and do anything else and listen to anyone else and never do what she wants me to do ever

What truly makes a good villain is the combination between narrative stakes and personal investment. And, more importantly than that, the effort to make it believably, groundely REAL, as opposed to overly blunt or performative. I’ve hated Carol from literally Chapter 1, assuming that she was gonna be an invisible driving force for Noelle’s character development and not much more, and now I just have a vessel to fuel all that rage into because the careful work behind the curtain is being unveiled masterfully. The fact there’s even more to know upcoming has my head spinning because I’m already reeling from just how much I HATE Carol, and just how GOOD that is for the story

If you’ve somehow survived my word salad the size of Mars, please please please leave tour thoughts or whatever else. I’ll see it when I eventually finish everything

[hb-writes]

Voicemail - Part 2

Summary: Maya reluctantly heads into the Pitt for damage control after receiving Robby’s voicemail.

The Pitt Masterlist — Part 1

Maya stopped at the nurses’ station, engaging Princess and Perlah in small talk as long as she could manage, half-hoping that when she finally got around to telling them why she was here, they’d say that Dr. Robby was too busy to see her.

“Hi, sweetie,” Dana said, squeezing Maya in a side hug that hurt in more places than she imagined possible as Dana handed a chart over to Princess. 

“Here to see Robby?” Dana continued, the soft raise of her eyebrows and set of her mouth making it clear that she already knew precisely why Maya was visiting them in the Pitt today. She knew all about the voicemail Robby had left Maya, informing her that he had spoken with Jake and that she was to come straight to the hospital when she got the message. 

Because, of course Dana already knew. That woman seemed to know everything.

Maya hadn’t done as Robby asked. She hadn’t come straight to the Pitt, taking her time with wrapping things up at school before traveling over. Judging by the shortness and the tone employed by Robby in the voicemail, that probably wasn’t the best choice, but Maya would argue that she wasn’t exactly thinking straight. 

She was exhausted and her head felt like it was about to explode. Not to mention that after spending the afternoon out of the house, a certain soreness had seeped into every bit of her body.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” Maya answered and she was well-aware that she’d said it too quickly. “Jake’s being dramatic.” 

Dana hummed. “Ok, well. C7 is open.” She nodded toward the exam room in question. “You go get settled and I’ll let him know you’re here.”

Maya thought about fighting it. She thought about insisting that an exam room wouldn’t be necessary—she was managing perfectly fine, after all—but she knew Dana was the same kind of tough that Robby was, and when they were determined there was really no use in fighting either one of them. 

“No need. I’m here,” Robby said as he stepped up beside them. He gave some sort of directive to Perlah and she shifted her eyes to the computer long enough to do whatever he had asked. By the time that was done, Robby had turned to Maya, one hand on his hip and the other in a fist under his chin as he leaned his elbow down against the counter. 

The look Robby was fixing Maya with had her thinking that walking over to C7 actually sounded real nice right about now, like a much better option than getting lectured in the middle of the Pitt with everyone watching. 

“Anything you want to tell me?” he asked. 

Maya glanced to the floor, considering her options for responses, though the only thing that came to her mind was, “I’m going to fucking kill Jake.” 

Based on the shift in Robby’s face as Maya muttered it under her breath, it clearly wasn’t the response he was looking forward to. She probably should’ve kept that one as an ‘inside thought’ but there was no taking it back now. 

“Jake did the right thing by telling me—what the hell were you thinking?” 

Maya hesitated, once again considering a handful of responses. She was feeling like saying something that would only make him more angry with her—for some reason that seemed to be the only stuff coming to her mind, but she was also feeling as though this whole interaction was about to become major entertainment for the day shift and a juicy piece of gossip for the night shift, who was due to start arriving in the next half an hour. 

Maya was thinking that this was exactly what she had been trying to avoid by keeping her dad in the dark. 

A big, unnecessary visit to the ER. 

A lengthy lecture.

A whole bunch of doctors telling her what an idiot she was. 

A whole production. 

Robby was still staring at Maya when she looked up, waiting on an answer. She averted her gaze again, just long enough to realize that Perlah and Princess were watching like she and Robby were characters on their favorite primetime drama. And beyond them, Langdon had just come out of an exam room, spotting her right away, confusion and excitement highlighting his features. 

For some reason, she didn’t imagine Frank would be a particularly good addition to the situation considering he liked to stir the pot and because he’d likely be as likely to lecture her as Robby would. 

She thanked the skies that Abbot wasn’t here yet, her chest tightening for a moment as she willed herself to take a deep breath. 

Maya cleared her throat. “Can we maybe talk privately?”

She considered mentioning HIPAA, though that sounded a bit smart-assy even to her so she bit her tongue. “Dana said C7 was open.” 

Robby stared at her a bit longer, something that most people would consider a smile twisting at his lips before he snorted and stood up straight. He held out an arm, allowing Maya to lead the way. She thought briefly of asking Dana to join, but quickly thought better of it. Maya was pretty sure that Dana and Robby were in cahoots. She wouldn’t be on Maya’s side. Maya doubted anyone in the hospital would be. 

She kept her eyes forward as they moved to the exam room, heading straight for the bed and maneuvering herself up onto it without being told. Robby pulled the door closed and headed to the sink to wash his hands, coming back with a wet paper towel. 

“Wipe all that off so I can see the real damage.”

Maya heaved a sigh. “It’s fine,” she said, but even as she said it, she was already moving her hair away from her face, one side at a time, and setting aside the glasses she almost never wore, usually preferring her contact lenses. 

It had taken Maya’s roommate an hour to get the makeup right, but in the end she had done it. The bruising was barely visible. If her makeup had been done when she answered Jake’s facetime, he would’ve been none the wiser about her bruising, but Maya had been half-asleep when he called. She hadn’t even thought to answer on audio only. They always facetimed. 

Maya took the paper towel from Robby’s outstretched hand and began cleaning the layers of concealer and foundation from her face, wincing as she went over the bits that were more badly bruised and sore. She swallowed at a wave of pain, lowering her hand for a moment as she collected herself. Robby took the paper towel from her then to finish up, cupping her chin in his hand as he tilted her head, making his initial observations as he went. 

“It looks worse than it is,” she offered.

“I certainly hope so,” he answered, his voice still gruff, even though Robby knew she was probably right and that was likely to be the case where head injuries were concerned. The ones that looked bad were less likely to actually be bad and Maya looked awful, a slew of bruises covering the right side of her face. 

Robby tossed the paper towel on the bed as he began a more thorough examination, his fingers ghosting over the bones of Maya’s face and head as he checked for further injury. “Jake said you fainted and you hit your head,” he said, as he retrieved the flashlight from his pocket.

“Yes,” she confirmed as she shifted on the bed. There was no point in lying about denying the basic information at this point. “And I’m fine.” 

Robby flashed the light in both eyes. Her pupillary response was a little slower than normal, but he was relieved it wasn’t any worse. 

“Jake was just being dramatic.” 

Robby placed his hands on either side of her. “Enough, Maya. How about we go with the truth from here on out?” 

“I’m not lying. I’m—”

“Alright, so stop me when I name a symptom you haven’t had.” Robby backed away, a step and began counting off on fingers. “Headaches. Nausea. Trouble sleeping. Fatigue. Irritability. Trouble concentrating. Light sensitivity—”

“Alright, Dad. Stop,” she interrupted. He had more than made his point. 

“Did you even have a paper due on Monday or were you just trying to keep this from me?” 

“Yes…” It was technically the truth. She had a paper due on Monday. It wasn’t necessarily why she had canceled their standing Monday night dinner date since she’d turned it in early Monday afternoon, but it was still technically the truth.

Robby stilled, giving her another one of those looks that communicated far more than words ever could. 

“Dad, I—”

“I’m not joking around here, Maya. You better start telling me the whole story here,” he said, searching her eyes for some sort of understanding. “Are you in pain now?” 

“A little,” she answered, because he’d already seen her wince so there was no getting out of that. 

“Anywhere beside your head and face?” 

Maya hesitated long enough that Robby ground out her name.

“Fine,” she groaned, struggling to remove her cardigan with just her left hand. Robby let her struggle, sighing as she finally revealed the bandage wrapped around her clearly swollen elbow. 

Maya kept her eyes on her elbow rather than looking up to Robby. She slowly raised her arm to give him better access even though Robby hadn’t given her a directive, careful to move it as little as possible because she had already learned that moving it too much or too fast hurt like a bitch. 

Maya squeezed her eyes shut, gripping the bed with her other hand as he unwound the bandage, getting a full look at the damage. Robby released another frustrated sigh. 

“How have you been taking care of this?” he asked, as he moved around her side to get a better look.

“Ice and tylenol.” 

Robby nodded though he wasn’t looking at her and Maya took that to mean she had done at least something right. Once he had his initial impressions, Robby gently lowered her arm. 

“Is there anything else I need to know about?” he asked as he moved back to feel around the back of her head and neck. “Any other pain?” 

“No.”

“See now, I don’t even know if I can trust that answer.” Robby paused his search for any bumps on her head and stepped back so he could meet her eyes. “You should have come straight here. You should have called me.” 

Or Dana. Or Abbot. Or Langdon.

Robby was pretty sure Maya had the cell number of just about everyone he worked with saved in her contacts. 

“I didn’t want to worry you over nothing,” she answered. “I was back at school today.” He didn’t need to know that she’d barely made it through class and that she had already emailed her boss to say she wouldn’t be back to work until after the weekend. “I’ve been managing fine at home. I don’t need—” 

“You have a concussion, Maya, and I’m pretty sure that elbow is fractured. You can barely move it.” 

“Fractured?” she said quietly as she glanced down at her elbow. It looked ghastly under the hospital’s overhead fluorescents. “Oh.” 

Robby snorted. “Yeah. Oh. You need a CT and x-rays, and some blood work and an EKG considering we don’t know what made you pass out in the first place. I don’t want to hear any more about how you’re fine. Sit tight while I go put all these orders in—did you eat dinner?” 

She swallowed and shook her head, struggling to get any words out because of the heavy lump in her throat. 

“I’ll get you something,” he said before he moved toward the door, making it just two steps before Maya called out to him.

“Dad?”

Robby was braced for another fight, but Maya’s voice was so small that he was briefly transported back about fifteen or so years, to the first time she’d called him that. Robby wasn’t Maya’s biological dad. He fostered and adopted her after her mom died, but even before that…during the seven months when Robby had dated Maya’s mother, Robby had been her dad in all the ways that counted. And then when Maya’s mom died, he had stepped up when no one else would. She wasn’t his responsibility, and from time to time — more and more now that Maya was twenty-two, she felt guilty when she thought about all this man had sacrificed for her. How much he still regularly sacrificed for her. 

“I’m sorry,” she started. “I screwed up. I should’ve told you.”

Robby frowned, softening a bit as he back-tracked to her side. 

“I was up all night Sunday working on the paper and then I was all messed up in the morning so I skipped breakfast and then things were so busy at work I missed lunch and I was so tired and that’s probably why I fainted. And when it happened, I just thought it was my fault and I didn’t want to make you mad or worried. And now you are mad and I broke your trust and interrupted your day when you have enough going on with work and—”

“Hey, hey, Maya,” Robby said, interrupting her as he set a hand on her shoulder. “Take a breath. It’s alright,” he said. “I’m not mad at you. It’s been a long day and Jake’s call surprised me, that’s all. I don’t like that my kid’s been hurting and I didn’t even know about it. I was frustrated and I took it out on you so that’s my bad. I’m sorry. You’re here now and we’re taking care of it. That’s all that matters.”

Robby ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, searching her eyes for some sort of acknowledgement, nodding slightly when he found it. “Alright. I have to go put these orders in. It might be a bit before we can get you in for tests, so why don’t you get comfortable, okay? Take a nap before Abbot gets in and comes to give you an ear full.”

Maya tried to smile at the joke, but she really wasn’t looking forward to seeing Jack, or Frank, or anyone other than Robby.

“I really am sorry,” she offered. “I fucked up.” 

“You did,” Robby said as he moved to the end of the bed to raise it for her. “And we’ll be having a long conversation about that later, but for now I want you to rest. I’ll have someone bring in dinner and some ice for that arm. I’ll be back to check on you after I do my rounds and pass things over to the night shift, alright?” 

She nodded.

“And Maya?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I love you, kid. Always. Even when you fuck up. Don’t ever be afraid to call me.” he said, leaning forward to kiss her hairline. 

“I love you, too, Dad,” Maya answered as she latched her left arm around Robby’s neck.

—

The Pitt Masterlist

[bewitched-hours]

https://www.tumblr.com/bewitched-hours/785457462606184448/okay-zo-hello-could-you-maybe-make-a-fic-about?source=share

Hii, zame anon here!! :33 could you maybe make another fic about thiz one:3? Like a zecond chapter or zomething (idk what to call it DX)

Alzo, if you don't wanna do it, feel free to ignore thiz!! No prezzure at all!!<3

Reminder to take care of yourzelf, drink water and eat!! Or I'll be in your ventz tonight!!

I'd love to but I'm gonna call you Zanon from now on

So, Zanon, enjoy yourself a part 2 to our lovely tale!

Like before, the reader's pronouns are they/them!

"Look, I know this is a lot to take in-"

"What did you expect to happen?!" You were irritated. How long was Shedletsky planning to hide 1x1's existence from you? How long did he expect this to work??

Shed knew he fucked up. He knew you wanted answers and although it was uncomfortable to him, he was willing to tell you everything.

Not like he had a choice-

"Is that why you were always relieved when we were up against other killers???" You asked in desperation, searching for answers you already had.

Shedletsky could only sit beside you on his bed, running his hand up and down your back in an effort to comfort you.

The other survivors were already told what happened and advised to let him handle this on his own.

"What- I was just- supposed to forgive and forget???"

"No- of course not! I just... Didn't know how to tell you without making you want to see her..."

"Of course I'd want to see my sibling! Family is supposed to love each other- You said that yourself!"

You were a mess...

But when Shedletsky was done explaining, he offered to let you talk with 1x1 next time he was in a round with you. That sounded reasonable enough in your mind.

And by plot convenience pure coincidence, that would be this very next round!

As planned, you were left as LMS with 1x1, who was menacingly staring up at you with a smirk.

"I can see it on your face... You know the truth now, don't you?" Her voice felt almost mocking, especially when you could only nod.

"And so opposites meet as family... even though we aren't connected through an even decent parent-"

"Shut up." Your voice was demanding again. 1x1 was definitely annoyed at how insistent you were on not letting anyone talk badly about your creator.

She just scoffed, trying not to kill you since he knew you wanted to talk.

"Why are you so insistent on killing papa?"

"I'm an embodiment of hatred, what do you think?"

"And yet I can feel other things than love..."

"Is that meant to mean anything to me?"

"No but you're acting childish."

"CHILDISH?!?!?!?! I'LL SHOW YOU CHILDISH-"

And you were back at the survivor cabin... The round ended before 1x1 could take a swing at you.

Although a relief, you still had many more questions and wanted to find a way to break through the hatred.

To show that what you embody isn't all you're meant to be.

But would 1x1 understand that?

Yeah, it was pretty short but I hope it was sufficient...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[samanthacastano02]

He Calls you Clingy - Han Jisung

Han Jisung x FemReader

Word Count: 5.4k

Trigger warnings: angst, depression, thoughts of suicide, thoughts of the members being better off without her, poorly written. (I'm not a fan of how this turned out, I had started this when I was fighting with a friend and when the fight ended I lost my inspiration for the story. I might try and rewrite it at a later date or post an alternate version)

Summary: You had been best friends with Han since before his debut, you had always had feelings for him but kept them hidden. When you over hear him call you clingy, your relationship with him becomes strained. You aren't sure if there is a way to come back from what he said and made you feel. But if there is a chance, you are willing to try, for the sake of keeping him in your life but will that be enough for you anymore?

Photo's not mine, credit goes to photographers

Bang Chan | Lee Know | Seo Changbin | Hwang Hyunjin | Lee Felix | Kim Seungmin | Yang Jeongin

I had known Han since before he debuted, standing by his side through everything. I was by his side during the survival show, the late nights at the studio when he struggled with lyrics, the early mornings when he didn’t want to wake up, and I was there for him when his anxiety had gotten really bad. I had always thought that he would always be by my side, I mean after all that’s what he had promised when he went into the trainee program, he had promised that he would always be by my side and wouldn’t let anything come between us, no matter what. But there was one thing that I could never tell him, I was madly in love with him but I knew that he would never feel that way about me because all he ever saw me as was his best friend and at the end of the day that is all he would ever see me as.

Present:

Han had asked me if I wanted to spend the day with him at the studio while he worked on lyrics. I had the day off so I figured that there wouldn’t be any harm in spending the day with him. It wasn’t very often anymore that I got to spend the day with him anymore due to my job. I know that if I had told Han about how stressful my job was he would tell me to quit and that he would take care of me, but I can’t ask that of him. I know that he and I have been best friends for years now but I don’t want him to start thinking that I am friends with him because he has money. 

Even though he and I were hanging out, we weren’t talking but that’s usually how our hang out sessions usually went. Each of us doing our own thing but enjoying being in each other's company. That was one thing about Han and I, we didn’t have to constantly talk or do things to enjoy each other's company. 

“Hannie, I’m hungry and it’s about lunch time. Do you want anything yet?”

“Hmm? What?” “I was just asking if you wanted lunch yet, I’m starting to get hungry.”

“I’m almost done with these lyrics, why don’t you take my card and run and grab us something, bring it back here?” “Sure, I can do that. Anything in particular that you’d like?” “No, just get whatever you think looks good. You know that I’ll eat just about anything.”

“Alright, I’ll be back soon.”

With his card in hand, I make a quick trip to the restaurant down the street that both he and I like. I tried to balance the food and drinks while making my way back to the building, thankfully the front ladies knew me and were quick to rush and help me when they noticed that I was struggling with carrying everything and opening the doors. Once I got up to the floor that Han was on, I was quick to make my way to their studio. When I got to the studio I had noticed that the door had been left ajar and there were multiple voices inside. I could tell that it was Innie, Changbin, Felix and Seungmin talking and hanging out with Han, I was about to push open the door when I heard something that made my heart drop. 

“Hey Hyung, where is y/nnie?” Innie asks, noticing that my stuff is there but I’m not.

“She went to get us food, she’ll probably be back soon.” Han responded. 

“Why don’t you sound too excited about that?” Felix asked.

“I don’t know, it just feels like I am constantly seeing her.”

“Don’t you normally go with her when she goes to get you guys food?” Seungmin asks.

“I do, but she didn’t ask this time and I just needed a break.” “A break?” Changbin asks, sounding both confused and worried.

“Yea, she is so damn clingy all the time, she is constantly wanting to hang out and is constantly at the studio. When all I want is to just have the day to myself, she’s there asking if I want to hang out and if I tell her no she’ll throw a fit and that’ll just cause me more issues. Sometimes I really regret becoming her friend, if I had known that she would be this fucking clingy I wouldn’t have gotten as close to her.”

“That’s harsh Han, even for you. She’s your best friend, you know that she just wants to spend time with you because she doesn’t get to see you as often as we do.” Innie tries to defend me.

“Yeah but asking to hang out as often as she does. It gets so annoying and I just need a break, because I know that if I tell her no, she will throw a fit.”

“Han, that’s a little harsh. You know that she wants to spend time with you because she cares about you” Changbin tries to get Han to realize that he’s being harsher than he needs to be. But when he looks up, he sees me standing outside the door and he knows that I’ve just heard everything.

I take that opportunity to push open the door and enter the room, the rest of the boys smile and greet me but when I look at Han I can now see that he is doing his best to hide his annoyance with me. The boys try their best to involve me in their conversations but with what I had just overheard, it’s hard to interact and pretend that I’m ok. How can I pretend that I’m ok when I just found out that my best friend thinks that I’m clingy and that it gets annoying. After a while of just watching the boys interact with each other and trying to pretend that I’m ok, I do my best to come up with a believable excuse so that I can go home and actually let out all the emotions that I’ve felt in the last two hours. 

“Hey boys, I need to head out. I’ve got some prepping that I need to do for work tomorrow.” “Are you sure you gotta head out so soon? We haven’t seen you in forever, Noona.” Innie tries to convince me to stay  longer.

“I’m sorry Innie, but I really need to head home and get ready for work tomorrow. I’ll try to stop by when I have more time.”

“Do you want me to walk you down?” Han asks, I can see that he’s trying to not seem overly annoyed.

“No, no that's ok. I know that you are busy. I’ll see you later.” “Alright, as long as you are sure.” Han responds.

“I’m sure, it’s not dark out or anything. I’ll be ok, plus my apartment isn’t far from here, so it’ll be a nice walk.”

“Wait, you’re walking home? Why not have one of our drivers take you home?” Changbin asks, obviously concerned for my safety. 

“It’s ok, really.”

Before any of the boys can argue or try to convince me to take one of the company cars home, I grab my stuff and stand to leave. Han barely looks at me but the rest of the boys wave goodbye, to my surprise Changbin gets up and follows me out of the room. I know that he’s going to ask if I’m ok and honestly I don’t know if I’m ready for him to ask me that because the moment that he does, I know that I won’t be able to hold in the tears. 

“Y/n, hold on. Are you ok? I know you heard what Han said.” Changbin asked.

“I honestly don’t know Binnie.” 

“It’s ok if you aren’t. What he said was super harsh, and he definitely shouldn’t have said that about you.”

“I mean, maybe he has a point.”

“What are you talking about? What point does he have?” Changbin looks appalled by the fact that I agree with Han. 

“I can be clingy and I know that it can get annoying, so maybe what I need to do is back off and give him space. I know that’s what he wants but feels he can’t tell me.”

“Y/n, don’t do this. You know that this is going to end up hurting you. I know that Han can be a dumbass but you need to tell him that you heard him and that what he said hurt.” “I can’t Binnie, I really can’t. I can’t do that to him, I can’t make him feel guilty for how he is feeling. I do appreciate the fact that you are trying to protect my feelings but I got this handled.” “Alright, but if you need anything then please let me know. You know that all of us are here for you if you need anything.” “I know Binnie, and I am extremely thankful for that.” “If you won’t take a company care, then please at least let me walk you home. I don’t have anything for the next hour and a half.” “Binnie, it’s ok. I’ll be fine.”

Binnie realized that trying to convince me would be hopeless and that he wouldn’t win this argument with me. So at the doors of the company, he just asked that I let him know when I get home and to keep him updated on how my work assignment is going. 

“Binnie, there was no work assignment. I just needed an excuse to leave.” “Oh y/nnie.” The look of sadness on his face broke the dam that I had been trying to keep.

“I need to leave Binnie, before he sees and it makes things worse.” “Alright, just let me know when you get home, ok?” “I will, please try not to be too upset with Han. He can’t help the way that he feels.” “I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try.”

Four Weeks Later:

I didn’t mean too but over the next few weeks I continued to pull away from the group. I didn’t want to be too clingy with Han, I knew that the guys would miss me but they were his friends before they were mine. I didn’t need to give him another reason to be upset with me. It terrifies me to be alone, with the boys being my only friends but maybe it’s for the best that I distance myself, maybe I rely on Han and them too much. 

As the days go on, it’s hard to not feel lonely and miss spending time with the boys but I can’t give Han another reason to be upset, I already can’t handle the fact that he thinks I’m clingy. I love him and he finds me clingy, the one person I love more than anything and he wants nothing to do with me anymore. 

Han’s POV:

At first I didn’t even realize that y/n had been spending less time around me and the guys, at first it was a nice break from her but as time went on I began to realize just how much I missed having her around. I could tell that the boys weren’t happy with me, but I didn’t know why she had stopped hanging around us. It’s obvious that the boys know but they weren’t going to tell me, if I wanted answers I was going to have to ask her myself. Out of all the boys she was closest to Changbin, I knew that he would know where she was. 

“Changbin-Hyung, can I talk to you?” I pull him aside after dance practice. 

“What can I do for you Han?”

“Why has y/n not been around as much?” “She’s just been busy.”

“For two weeks?”

“Han, why do you all of a sudden care? Two weeks ago you were saying that she was too clingy.”

“I was wrong. I was stressed, tracks weren’t going well, Channie-Hyung was on my tail on getting lyrics to him and I said the wrong thing. But she doesn’t know that I said anything, does she?” “God, if she knows that I told you this she’d kill me. She overheard you Han, she heard what you said, that’s why she left that day. She didn’t have an assignment that she needed to work on, she used it as an excuse to leave because she was barely holding it together.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Fuck is right Han, she has stood by your side since before our debut and has been nothing but supportive and this is how you repay her? And you claim to be in love with her?” “Fuck Hyung, you’ve gotta help me. Please, help me fix this with her. I do love her, I put my anger in the wrong place and it hurt her.”

“Because I want her to be happy and I want you to be happy, I’ll help you. But only if she tells me that she is ready to even possibly consider forgiving you.” “God I can’t believe I fucked up.”

Your POV:

It had been harder than I thought it would be to cut myself from the group, the depression was getting harder to deal with but it was my problem to handle not the boys, they already had enough to deal with. Some days it felt like my body was made of stone and all I could do was lay in bed and cry, some days I had the energy to get up and function. But more often than not, I was barely functioning, living off of power drinks and water. I functioned enough that I could complete my work but that was about it, there wasn’t much else that I could force myself to do. Han had been my support and when he called me clingy, that support fell out from under me. And the worst part is that no matter what, a part of me will always love him, even when I know that I shouldn’t. 

The past two weeks had been exceptionally bad, I could barely function, I had called out of work and I could barely get myself to shower. I wanted my Han back but he was better off without me, and maybe the boys were better off without me, maybe everyone would be better off without me. I was spiraling and felt like I was drowning, I felt like there was no point in staying, in living any longer. I was so in my head that I hadn’t heard my phone ringing, hadn’t heard Changbin trying to get ahold of me. I knew that had I looked I would see the panicked texts and calls from him, it wasn’t until I heard him rushing into my apartment that I somewhat came out of my funk. 

Changbin’s POV:

When I walked into y/n’s apartment, it looked like she had barely been living. The blinds were drawn, barely letting any light in, there were no dishes in the sink, just empty protein drinks and water bottles. She had been drinking enough to stay alive but other than that, she wasn’t living, she was slowly letting herself die. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to fix this, the only person that would be able to fix this is Han. I quickly called him, needing him to get here as quickly as possible. While I call him, I pull y/n into me, holding her close to me, feeling protective of her.

“Han, I need you to get to y/n’s apartment as quickly as possible.” 

“Is everything ok? Is she ok?”

“No, she’s not ok and right now the only person that can fix it is you.” “Fuck, ok. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“I don’t care if you have to hitchhike, get your ass over here now.” “Shit, ok.”

Twenty minutes later I hear frantic knocking on y/n’s door, I know that it’s Han. Y/n has a death grip on me and I am unable to pry her off of me to let him in, I know that he still has her key. With one hand I send him a text to just come in, when he finally gets his head on straight enough to open the door, he sees what condition she is in. 

“What happened?” “She cut herself off from the only support system that she had.”

“Fuck.” “You need to fix this Han, I am not about to lose her due to your stupidity.”

I manage to loosen her hold on me long enough that Han is able to slip in and take my spot, I know that they will figure it out and that I won’t have to help. Han gives me a nod, letting me know that he has it under control now and that he will let me know if he needs help. With a heavy sigh I leave her apartment, praying that things will be resolved. 

Your POV:

I don’t know what time I had fallen asleep, but when I woke up my head wasn’t resting on my pillows, instead it was resting on someone's hard chest. I was so out of it still that I hadn’t figured out who was holding me and why they were holding me. When I finally came too enough, I realized that it wasn’t Changbin that I was laying on, it was Han. I didn’t know why or how he was here but the selfish part of me wanted to bask in his warmth before he withdrew the warmth. 

I didn’t know why he was here but I was enjoying the comfort that he was bringing too much to bring myself to move out of his arms. I knew that once he woke up, whatever conversation that we ended up having would be difficult and I’d have to be alone again. I allowed myself to fall asleep again, allowed myself to take in the rare moment of comfort. 

The Next Morning:

For the first time in months, I slept for more than three hours. I knew that it was because of Han, and I also knew that the moment he left my sleep schedule would go back to being shit. I will have to talk to my doctor about getting on a sleep med after all of this is done. I could feel Han moving under me, so I knew that he was awake, and I knew that I could no longer put off the inevitable. 

“Han, why are you here?” “Changbin called me in a panic last night, told me that you weren’t answering him and then when he got here you were out cold, wouldn’t even wake up to painful stimulation.” “I’m fine. You don’t need to be here. Go home.” “You aren’t, and you haven’t been for a while.” “Why are you here? You haven’t cared for months, so why do you care now?”

“I have cared, but I thought that you wanted space, so I gave you the space even though I don’t know what happened. I don’t know why you disappeared from our lives.”

“I overheard you, I overheard what you said.” “What do you mean?” “I overheard you the night you called me clingy, so I gave you what you wanted Han. I gave you space.”

“God, I don’t even remember why I said that. But that doesn’t matter y/n, I was way wrong, I don’t want space from you.”

“You can’t just change your mind Han, you can’t just want me around when it’s convenient for you.” “I want you around all the time, it felt wrong when you weren’t around. Not only did I miss you but so did the guys, I’m pretty sure Changbin was about ready to smack some sense into me if I didn’t come when he called me.”

“What do you want from me Han, you call me clingy, I give you space but then you decide that you don’t want space anymore. You are very confusing and I really really don’t know what to think.” “I want you to cling to me y/n, I want you to show up to the studio randomly, no matter the time of day or night. I want you to spend time with the guys again, I know they miss you. I want you to bug me about going out to restaurants, I want you to just bug me.”

“Han, how do I know that the moment I start doing those things again, you won’t flip on me again and change your mind?” “These last few months without you have felt like torture because I didn’t know what went wrong and why you weren’t coming around. I never want to feel this way again, I don’t want to feel the fear again that I felt when Changbin called and said that you weren’t responding.”

“I don’t know what to do or say Han, how can I trust that this won’t happen again?”

“Give me a chance to prove to you that this won’t happen again.”

“Han, I can’t handle this again.”

“I promise you, that I won’t do this to you ever again.” “One chance Han, one chance.” “That’s all that I ask.”

Two Months Later:

For the last two months, things have slowly been going back to normal between me and the rest of the boys. The relationship between Han and I is still strained, I don’t want to get close to him just to have him rip my heart out again. I don’t think that I could handle it again, I barely could handle it this time and that was without me telling him how I felt. I don’t think that I can ever give him the power over me to wreck me the way he already has. 

Changbin knows about how I felt regarding Han, but he also knew that I would haunt his dreams if he ever dared to tell him. I didn’t hang around Han as much as I used to, afraid that if I did he would think I was clingy again. But the rest of the guys were happy to see me and I was happy to see them, I had missed them and they had missed me. It was Minho’s turn tonight to host movie night, which meant that against my better judgment I would be seeing Han for an extended period of time. It was getting harder and harder to hide how I felt for him, especially now with how he had been acting, trying to make it up to me for being an idiot. Minho could tell that I was struggling with being so close to Han, and that I was close to panicking. I needed space, using the excuse of needing a drink of water I went to the kitchen, running into Minho. 

“If you need space but don’t want to leave, you can sneak away into my room. Soonie, Doongie, and Dori are hiding in there.” Minho said quietly, trying not to scare me. 

“Why are they in your room? Aren’t they usually out and about?” “With how many people were going to be here tonight, I didn’t want them to get too stressed out.”

“That makes sense, but I think that I’m going to take you up on that offer because it’s becoming too much but I don’t want to leave yet.” “Feel free to hang out there for as long as you need. I’m sure they won’t mind the company.” with that he walked back into the living room while I looked towards his bedroom. 

With a deep breath I walked towards his room, knowing that if I went back to the living room I would end up having a panic attack. When I entered Minho’s room, I saw that Soonie and Dori were hanging out on his bed while Doongie was hanging out on his nightstand looking out the window. I knew that I couldn’t force them to cuddle but maybe if I layed down they would lay with me, so I laid on his bed trying to not disturb the two who were already lounging. At some point I must have fallen asleep because I woke to the sound of his door opening. I thought that it might have been Minho coming to check in but to my surprise it was Han. 

“I was wondering where you’d gone. Of course you chose the company of these three menaces over us.” he joked lightly.

“I just needed a break and was apparently tired.” “Are you ok?”

“I’m ok. Just needed to be alone for a little while.” “I’m sorry, again.”

“I forgive you Han, it’ll just take time to get back to how we used to be.”

“What if I don’t want to go back to how we used to be?” he asks hesitantly.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t keep pretending anymore.” “Pretending about what? Han, you're scaring me.” “I’ve been in love with you for years. I thought that I would be ok with just being friends, but I’m not, not anymore.” “Why did you never say anything before?”

“I didn’t want to ruin what we had.” “Han, I’ve been in love with you for years. I thought that I had made it so obvious.” “Apparently not, but I guess that is why I’m part of paboracha.” “What does this mean for us now?”

“Hopefully, you’ll let me take you on a date and eventually call you my girlfriend?” “I’d really like that.” “Do you think you are up to joining the group for the rest of the movie night or do you want to maybe go lay down in my room and cuddle and talk?”

“Cuddling and talking sounds really nice right now. I’ve really missed my best friend.”

“I’ve missed you too.” He steps up to me, pulling me into him, kissing my forehead.

He gently took my hand, pulling me out of Minho’s room and into his own room. We laid down together but didn’t talk much, just enjoying each other's company. It felt nice to finally be held by him. I had dreamed of being held by him like this for years and truthfully never thought that it would happen. 

“Y/nnie, I want to take you on a date.”

“I’d really like that.” “I want to take you out tomorrow night.”

“Ok.” I say sleepily.

“Dress fancy but not too fancy.”

With that we both fell into silence, it was uncomfortable. It wasn’t long until I was falling asleep, the warmth of Han’s hold on me and the comfort of being in his arms finally as something more than just his best friend. 

The Next Night:

I was filled with nervous energy, not because I thought that the date would go wrong but because I was finally going on a date with the man that I had been in love with for years. I knew that I had no reason to be nervous, but I couldn’t help it. It wouldn’t be long until he got there and I felt nowhere near ready enough for this, and he would be here in ten minutes. 

When Han finally got here, I was excited yet nervous for the date to start. When I opened the door to let Han in, he surprised me by having my favorite flowers. I think I had told him once in passing about what my favorite flowers were, so to have him remember meant a lot to me. Once the flowers were in a vase and I was ready to go, we headed out to dinner. 

After Dinner:

Dinner had gone so smooth that we hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. It was only when I let out a big yawn that I realized just how late it was. Han had decided that he didn’t want to take me somewhere super fancy, rather to a cute diner that he and Minho had come across. As Han walked me up to my door, I could tell that neither of us wanted the date to be over. 

“I had a really good time tonight Hannie.” “I’m really glad, I was nervous about messing up tonight.” “I’m sad that it’s over.” “I don’t either, I miss having my best friend with me. And now I’m gonna miss you even more, knowing that you feel the same.” “Hannie, would you maybe want to come inside? I-I don’t feel like being alone tonight.” “Y-you want me to spend the night? Are you sure?” “I am, but only if you are comfortable with it.” “Yes, yes. Let me shut the car off and then I’ll come in. Go get your pajamas on, I’ll lock up when I come in.” “Ok, Hannie.” I say quietly, kissing his cheek.

I was pulling on my t-shirt when Han knocked on my bedroom door, not wanting to invade my privacy. He was being shy and sweet and it made my heart swell with love for him. 

“Hannie, you can come in. I have some of your clothes in a drawer from before.” “Perfect, I’m gonna change in the bathroom and then I’ll be out.” “Don’t take too long, I want cuddles.” “Of course Jagi, can’t deprive my girl of her cuddles.” “Oh, I’m your girl now?”

“Aren’t you?” “I don’t know, I know we’ve both admitted our feelings but other than that we haven’t really talked about where to go.” “Let me change and then we can talk.” He quickly ran into the bathroom, trying to change quickly. In his rush he must have missed the leg hole of his pants or something because not long after he disappeared I heard a loud crash coming from the bathroom followed by an embarrassed I’m ok.

“Hannie, did you just fall over?” “Noooo.” 

“Ok, dork.”

He shyly exited the bathroom, holding the t-shirt I had given him. I had seen his tattoos before but it still caught me off guard every time I saw them. I was slightly confused as to why he didn’t have a shirt on, he usually was pretty good about wearing a shirt unless he was really warm.

“Han, not that I mind but why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” “Umm, it doesn’t fit anymore. The seams damn near ripped when I tried to put it on.” “Oh. Um, that’s the biggest shirt of yours that I have.” “Is it going to make you uncomfortable if I don’t wear a shirt?” He asks as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Not at all, you know that I like skin to skin contact. It’s calming and relaxing to me.” “Then let’s lay down.” he crawls into bed.

As he lays down I thought that maybe we would continue to talk but rather we just enjoyed each other’s company. As soon as he laid down he pulled me into him, holding me close to him like he was afraid that I would disappear if he let go. When I looked up at him, his eyes kept flickering between my eyes and my lips. 

“Hannie, can I try something?” “Sure.”

“Can you close your eyes?”

When he closed his eyes, I slowly leaned into him, I could feel his breath hitch. I didn’t let that sike me out from what I wanted to do, before I could second guess myself I gently pressed my lips to his. It took him longer than I thought for him to respond, I thought that he might be rejecting the kiss but right as I was about to pull away he wrapped his arms tighter around me and deepend the kiss. Kissing him felt like having a breath of fresh air for the first time in years. 

“I’m never letting you go now Jagi, you’re mine until you stop wanting me.” He said quietly.

“Then I guess I’ll be yours forever. I love you Hannie.”

“I love you too y/n, and I’m so sorry it took me almost losing you for me to get my head out of my ass and actually come clean.”

“It’s in the past, let's focus on our future.”

“That sounds perfect.”

Listening to his breathing as he slowly falls asleep, I know that everything is how it should be and that life will continue to get better as long as I have him by my side. I curl into him more, finding comfort in his presence next to me, knowing that all is how it should be and will continue to get better.

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❝ whatever you want baby. ❞ and dean meant it, knowing that he'd do anything and everything that she asked of him. his hips stilled, just savoring the feeling of how deep it was inside of her, the wall her walls fluttered around him, how her legs tightened as if she couldn't get enough of him. ❝ course i do. ❞ he answered quickly, like it was something he'd thought about for years already, zero hesitation. ❝ it's okay if you don't want to spend forever with me, just don't tell me when i'm literally buried inside of you, alright? ❞ he chuckled, still keeping the moment light.

ayla never really ever received the feeling of love, it made her stomach drop; butterflies erupt wanting to hold onto him and his words forever and ever. realizing that she'd never get tired of hearing him tell her how much he adored or how good she looked. lips curves into a wider smile, nose brushing against his. "mhm, i do need more proof," soft moan falls from her lips as she wraps her legs around his waist, feeling him bury himself deeper inside of her. "you want to spend forever with me already?" her heart thumps, eyes softening as legs tightens her grip, cunt clenching around him.