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kaiowut99 · 1 year
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It's pretty cool of the Yuma vs Tron duel to have two episodes handled back-to-back art-wise by the fantastic Gil Bo Noh and Kenichi Hara
Was also touching how Yuma pointed out the hope and loneliness felt by III, IV, and V at Byron who used them as tools of revenge despite being the good kids they are, then punctuated it after his "What would a kid like you know?" retort with "I know what it's like when a parent goes missing on ya!" Also that bit about III/IV/V doing what they did for Tron's sake probably because they thought it natural to help their parent but it's still wrong. The somber OST in that scene was really good. And #69's definitely animated to be pretty imposing with its God Rage and God Slaughter moves; the Xyz Change to ZeXal and seeing it was still a struggle to hold Tron off was good. Also always interesting when there's so much packed into the cold open that the OP kicks in almost 8 minutes into the episode, lol.
(Checked the dub out of curiosity and most of it actually was dubbed pretty well, though the dub's OST really takes away from it, but Tron and less-so Yuma what even are your voices)
brb gotta go cheer for the new protag ZeXal-Or-Not
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mirohlayo · 1 month
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CUTE, PRETTY AND PERFECT
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( lando was ready to confess his feelings to you, but a misunderstanding changed everything. )
warning : fluff, so much fluff, lando being adorable
note : i want this boy guys. also probably my fav fic, it's just all cute omgg
word count : 3k
He was finally ready. He had finally gathered all his courage. Sure, he was stressed, but after months of hiding his deep feelings, he was determined to do it. Lando was ready to confess his feelings to you.
McLaren and their two drivers are now in Bahrain to test the cars for the pre-season. It starts in few days but they already started to work hard, especially on their new garage design.
As a friend of Lando Norris himself, he bought you a ticket plane for you to fly to Bahrain and spend some time with him, even though it was not the most exciting thing because you would just be around the paddock and the track, not doing anything special or funny. But still, you agreed to come because you couldn't spend a lot of time with him during the winter break. Turns out this man had fun traveling around the world.
But Lando had others plans. Of course, he dragged you and his others friends there to spend time with you, but he also wanted to do something. He thought about it a lot, also stressed about it a lot, but now he knows he's more than ready to confess to you.
This boy was already absolutely obsessed with you since the first time you met. Your smile, your laugh, your shyness... Every single thing you do only makes the situation worse and he feels himself falling more and more.
He's the type of guy to be confident to pick up girls and he has no problem to go for them. He is confident and shows no signs of weakness. If he likes a girl then he won't hesitate to show it to her. But with you it's totally different.
The so confident and flirty Lando finds himself so weak when it comes to you. His usual way of flirting no longer exists when he's with you. And you're the only girl he's ever met who makes him change his behavior like that. He is extremely shy around you. He's hesitant, he doesn't know if he's doing the right thing because he's too nervous about making you uncomfortable.
He is also no longer touchy at all. Usually he likes to be tactile with the girl he likes, but you are completely different. You have such an effect on him that he becomes clumsy. This is why when you touch each other suddenly, even for a short second, his whole being becomes alarmed. He blushes so quickly and hard, his heart beats so hard that he's sure we can hear it on the other side of the world.
Even his friends don't recognize him when he's with you. This is the first time he's been so shy and cautious with a girl.
This is why it was at first hard for him to get the guts to finally confess to you. But it's soon the start of the new season, so he thought confessing now would be a great idea. Because then if you reject him he'll be able focus on the races and get over it faster.
And the day finally comes. He starts to feel stressed. His heart is beating a miles but he tries to ignore it. He knows you're here, around the paddock, so he goes to looking for you. His thoughts have been the same for a few days: he hopes that you love him in return. He already spent five minutes looking for you, but it looks like you're missing. He was about to take the stairs to leave the McLaren building when he heard several voices coming from a room.
He cautiously approaches where the noise is coming from, and then presses his ear to the door. He listens carefully, and now he's hearing two voices. And he's sure your voice is one of the two. He would recognize it in seconds. He perfectly knows how your voice sounds. But soon the conversation you have with your interlocutor is breaking his heart in pieces.
"I already love him. God he's so cute !" You say in a excited way. He hears a girl's laughter. "Y/N, you haven't gone out with him yet." "I know but i can't wait. I think i'll go out with him in like two days or something like that" You reply.
Lando's heart misses a beat. Are you planning to leave him alone for another boy ? Are you serious ? Do you actually hate spending time with Lando ? He keeps listening, but he can't repress this feeling of pain.
"You're already in love with him right ?" The girl ask you. "Oh definitely. He's perfect. And he's so pretty too, look at him !" He assumes that you are showing a photo of this man to your friend, since there is a short moment of silence before you giggle. "Yeah, he's cute. I'm so happy for you Y/N" "I love him so much you know..." You keep saying.
That's enough for Lando. He doesn't know if he feels angry or sad right now, but he doesn't wait another second to leave the place, his breath heavy and jerky. So he spent all those months being so in love with you just to find out you're head over heels for another man ?
Jealousy runs in his blood. His feelings were always so deep and strong when it comes to you, so this jealousy is obviously hurting him. It breaks him, and his heart. His mind can't think properly. He wanted to confess to you, but your plan was to leave Bahrain and him in few days to go out with a man he doesn't know about his existence.
But he knows he can't blame you. After all, we don't decide who we want to love. Feelings can't be controlled. He fell so hard in love with you and it's not his fault, so he can't blame you for loving someone else. It's your feelings. But still, he's so in pain. The sadness is quickly taking hold of him. Because he realizes you won't be his girlfriend. And it sucks.
It's been two hours since he found out. He didn't want to think about this horrible new, so instead he went over his race team and started to work on the cars with the engineers. But his mind keeps playing again and again your so affectionate words that you said about this man he already hates with all his being.
He's talking with Oscar about the cars' grip when he hears a voice behind him. "Hello guys !". You walk over and you're now standing in front of the two drivers. Oscar greets you with a smile. "Y/N, it's good to see you here. I guess you missed Lando" the Australian grins at you, and gives his teammate a blow in the ribs.
But he doesn't move, and keeps a straight face. "I wanted to spend time with him but turns out he worked hard with you these two past hours. You steal him and our precious time." You points out to Oscar to tease him and he leaves his hands in the air, ridding himself of any accusation.
You feel Lando stiffen and he doesn't even dare to look at you. His jaw tenses and his arms are crossed over his chest. You frown. What's wrong with him ? "You prefer spending time with your so cute and perfect man huh..." He rumbled in such a low voice that you didn't understand what he just said. "What did you say ?" "Nothing. Just leave me alone, I am working" He turns back and walk away, leaving you alone with the aussie next to you.
You're so confused. Why he's like that ? Did you do something wrong ? Do you bothered him or what ? You send a look of confusion to the blonde guy next to you, and he too seems lost. He shrugs. "I don't know why his behavior is so aggressive towards you. When he arrived two hours ago, he didn't say a word and he seemed quite angry."
"Angry ?" "Yeah, well he wasn't too focused and sometimes I felt like he was about to cry". This is insane. You don't know what happened to him but it worries you. He was always so kind and caring with you, never getting angry at you. But it's so different today. It feels like he hates you.
Oscar pats your shoulder, gives you a small smile before leaving you here, thinking about everything that happened during those 2 hours.
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He felt guilty. So guilty. Of course, it was the first time that he get angry at you. He was always trying his best to give you the best of himself but that day it wasn't the case. After speaking to you for the last time, it got worse. He couldn't stop thinking about what he told you. It was stupid of him.
But today was also not the day too. He's been ignoring you for two days now. He passed you a few times around the paddock but he always looked away quickly. He didn't really want to spend time with you anymore. And that got on your nerves.
He remembered that today you have to leave Bahrain and him to go out on a date with your man. Maybe your boyfriend even ? But you didn't warn him, so he wonders if you're really gone. Despite this thought, he didn't try to ask you and just figured you left without telling anyone. But as he walks towards the mclaren garage, your voice come from behind him. "Lando, wait !!"
He frozens. Are you really here ? His heart starts to beat faster and he turns around to see if you are there. His eyes dart out when he finds you standing here, in front of him. You look like you ran a marathon because of your messy hair on your face and your red cheeks. He clears his throat and tries to put himself together. "Are you... okay ?" You ask carefully. He seems surprised at first, but quickly get back to his straight face.
"Yes, I'm good." You feel like he was lying. "It doesn't look like though" His gaze shifts to the right. He avoids your gaze. "Why ?" He asks. "I don't know... You've been ignoring me for two days. You haven't spoken to me once since you asked me to leave you alone. I don't know if I did something wrong but I need to know Lando..." Your voice is about to crack and he notices it. He realizes he must had pain you. And it breaks him in pieces.
But he avoids whatever you're saying. "And you ?" His question make you lift your head up to cross his eyes. "Why are you still here ? You should be with your boyfriend on your date right now." He looks down at the floor, because now sadness and pain fill his whole heart. "What boyfriend ?"
Your question and your confused tone surprise him. His head lift up and for a moment your eyes meet, confusion can be read in both of your looks. No. He's sure he heard it right last time. "I heard you say you were going out on a date with a man today" You frown. "I don't have anything planned today. I don't even have a boyfriend or a man, Lan" You don't know where that comes from but it's just stupid. You are single, and if you should have a boyfriend of course you would choose Lando without hesitation.
After all, you fell in love with him too.
He's relieved. His heart slows down and he finally manages to relax. Now his whole being is relieved because it means he still has a chance to confess to you. "I know it's bad Y/N, but last time I listened to your conversation with your friend and you talked about a perfect and super handsome guy, who you were planning to go on a date with..." You were about to say something but he cuts you off. "So i thought you had someone you loved." His voice becomes quieter.
But now you understand. You start to laugh because you realized that he misunderstood everything. He looks at you, confused. "Lando, that day I wasn't talking about a human. But about a puppy. I'm going to adopt a puppy" You say between two laughters. His eyes dart out and his face looks so surprised.
Oh poor boy. He feels so dumb and stupid right now. How could he make such a fool of himself and distort your words? He has misunderstood every single word you said. And he feels even more foolish when he realized he was so fucking jealous of a puppy. A little puppy.
He blushes so hard now. Such a blushing mess. Not just his cheeks but his whole face is all reddish now, shame eats away at him. It's so embarrassing. But your cute laugh soothes him a bit. "Today was the day I had to pick him up and "go out" with him. But I was worried about you so I postponed the meeting" You explain and he feels even more embarrassed.
"I'm so sorry Y/N. No really, i misunderstood everything and i apologize for that. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ignore you. I'm so stupid" He doesn't stop rumbling and apologizing for all this stuff he created. "Hey Lando, it's okay. I am not mad at you. You didn't have the context so there's no point in apologizing." You put your hands on his shoulders and the touch gives him goosebumps.
It's not fair how you manage to have a hold on him. He's so desperate for you. "But I'm really sorry..." You stay silent for a moment. "But it was really a problem if I went on this date with a man ?". Everything goes into panic inside him. He can't confess, not now. Not after what just happened. "N-no, you can have a boyfriend and go out with whoever you want but... I mean, it's..."
He sighs and pulls backward. "Sorry. It's just that... I don't know how to forgive myself" he reveals. He nervously plays with his fingers and you can't stand this sad picture of Lando. That's why you got an idea. You smile to him. "Maybe you could come with me to pick up my puppy?" A grin takes place on your face.
And soon a grin comes out from his face too. He can't stop smiling like a child. "I'd love to".
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"You can come". The old lady waves at you and the driver. You get up from your seats and enter the room where several puppies are playing around. You can't help but giggle. You love so much puppies and dogs. And so does Lando. He too looks in heaven. "Here's your little puppy." The lady hands you a cute brown puppy with big doe eyes.
You take him in your arms and without waiting another second, you attack him with kisses. You let out in between some giggles, while Lando stands there, looking at you with heart-eyes. But the more he looks at you and the puppy, the more he got jealous.
You kiss and hug the puppy like there's only you two in the room. All your attention is on the cute brown animal in your arms and you don't even look at the driver anymore.
Twice. It's the second time he got so jealous of a damn puppy. "What's wrong with me ?" he thought. But he can't help it. He desperately wants to be the puppy. To be the one who receives your kisses, your hugs, your attention. It's not fair. "You want to hold him ? I need to get the papers and stuff done" you ask to him and then right after he got the fluffy ball in his big arms.
Lando also has a dog. Of course he loves animals too. But here it's different. With a smile, you encourage him to wait for you outside while you finish to sign the papers for the adoption. So he waits some minutes, staring at the puppy. Or more like glaring at him. "You love stealing my girl from me huh ?" He asks to the fluffy ball, and he looks like he's about to pout.
But then you appear, a big smile on your face. You join Lando, too happy to notice the cute pout on his face. "Oh my baby, you're so cute" You take the little puppy back in your arms and kiss him again. "And me ?" Lando suddenly said softly, but you heard him.
"You ?" You ask surprised. Why he's suddenly like that ? You look at him with with a questioning look. "Am I cute too ?" He asks, still pouting. He doesn't think about what he's saying anymore, now he just needs you. You don't know what to say. But indeed yeah, his cute behavior melts your heart. "Am I pretty and perfect too ? Arghh fuck !!" He lets out a cry of frustration. "I can't get jealous of a puppy, that's so childish"
"Lando, what are you saying ?" You don't understand at all his behavior. He sighs and finally meets your gaze. "What I'm trying to say is that I'm such a child to be jealous of a puppy. Like... Like I want to be him so bad. I also want your kisses, your cuddles, your attention. I also want to be the reason of your giggles. I so want to be this puppy to receive your love too" You bite back a smile, but that's impossible.
You take a step closer. "You're cute too. So cute. And you're such a pretty and perfect boy too Lan." You grin to him. He didn't expect that. At all. But it genuinely melts his heart. He looks at you with adoration now, and he needs to fight the urge to kiss you. "I guess my jealous boy wants his kiss huh ?" You tease him. He blushes hard, and like a cute puppy he nods quickly. You don't wait a second to press your lips on his ones.
He smiles against your lips, and deepen the kiss by pulling you closer to him. His arms hold you tight, but he makes sure he doesn't crush the puppy between you two. The kiss is so sweet, Lando is savoring every seconds of it. You pull back, and rest yours foreheads together. "I'm so in love with you Lando. Maybe I love you more than our puppy" You laugh softly. He smiles with all his teeth, and press a kiss on your cheek. "I hope so, baby. I'm already tired of him stealing my girl away from me".
You let out a laugh, and like that, he presses a cute and small kiss on the puppy. His beloved puppy.
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heartfullofleeches · 8 months
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[brief mentions of non-consensual touching]
I kinda wanna flesh out yan cheater and "cheater" reader more. Fuel up the angst. I'm thinking high school sweethearts who promised to be each other's first as they went off to college. Yan sees the whole thing with reader with another person and goes to a friend for comfort. The friend sees this as an opportunity to tear the two apart as Yan was previously going to join their band instead of a straight shot to college. A few drinks down they're kissing the first person who makes eye contact with them at the party, forgetting all about their woes and promises - and skipping town without closure or a proper goodbye to their lover.
Couple years down the line and they're now a big shot - carrying little resemblance of the person they once were. Shows sold out in every venue and a different fan on their lap every night. They all have some feature that reminds Yan of their former flame which they muddle over to the very day their paths cross again.
Their latest tour leads them to a familiar place. A town where nothing ever happened and everything stayed the same. They learn their ex is still working hard for their degree and takes night shifts at a nearby gas station. The tension is thick from the moment they walk in. They didn't even want to be there, but it was the only station in close proximity. What do you even say to someone who's caused so much heart break after all this time?
"That'll be 21.10... Cash or credit?"
That's it.... After everything you put them through. After all those nights they spent crying over you - and craving your warmth in their bed. The future that you pictured together. The life you dream of in each other's arms. You tarnished what little hope they had - and that's all you could say to them...
"A "how've you been?" would've been nice...."
"I have nothing to say to the person who abandoned me. Can't even say that much since you hardly remind me of them."
Really classy from the one who caused this mess in the first place.
"Don't act like you're free of any guilt in this... I saw you with them that day... You seemed a lot more cozy with that stranger than you ever did with me."
"Stranger, what are you...." Your eyes dart around the room as the gears in your head click. Pulling out your phone, you fight back tears as you show them a picture of that stranger. "Is this who you're talking about?...."
Please say no....
They scoff. "So you do know who I'm talking about. You still together or did you run off with someone else same as you did me?"
The sadness and pain just... vanishes. All these years, you thought you had been the problem. Made to many promises. Loved then too much or too little. From what it seemed like now - they were the one who never loved you enough.
"That's my cousin....."
They didn't hear you - they couldn't. Couldnt acknowledge that maybe...
"What?"
"That's my fucking cousin, asshole."
Everything they ever believed was the painstaking truth - was a only a cruel misunderstanding.
"We hadn't seen each other's since we were kids. Their mom had just died... I tried calling you when I got home, but you weren't there. Did you seriously think I cheated on you? And you just ran away?..."
"I....you...." Were their everything. When they saw you that night the pressure of every problem weighting down on them finally snapped. They couldn't think rationally at that time - if only if they'd put the faith in you they always prided themself in having.
"You coward...." You throw their change across the counter, adding issult to injury as you point for the door.
"Get out of my store. Get out of my life."
"Y/n, wait..please."
"I said... GET OUT!"
The foundation of their new self crumbles. After your alleged betrayal they rebuilt themselves from the ground up as an overconfident, self serving individual, but like everything else to this point - it was all a lie. There were always those days they wondered "what if". What if they had stayed. What if they had tried to fix what had broken in your relationship. Knowing the truth, those fantasies return with vengeance. The truth would've came sooner and the wounds to mend would have been lesser. You'd talk over the miscommunication and they'd apologize fully by taking you out to your favorite restaurant. You'd start school together the upcoming fall. You'd kiss and make love and enjoy fleeting youth as one. There'd always be rough patches, but in the end you always had each other.
That's how things should have been.
They spiral - crawling to the closest bar to relinquish their pain the only way they knew how beyond finding someone new to bed. The thought of sleeping with anyone that wasn't you made them nearly lose the alcohol poisoning their system. Had you been dating since then? Had you given yourself to someone? Did they make you feel loved and saved - just as they should've
By the end of the night they wound up too drunk to even stand on their own feet. The bartender asked for a number to call to have someone pick them up. They gave the only number they could remember after all these years - and intoxicated.
The drive to their hotel room is quiet. You had nothing to say while they had the world - but none of it was anything you wanted to hear. You just wanted this night to be over so you could go back to forgetting they ever existed.
You help them into their room and give them some water from the sink. Despite everything they've done, you didn't have the heart to leave them like they did you.
"Drink. You need to flush out your system. You'll probably have a headache in the morning, but that's none of my concern."
".....how many people have you slept with, Y/n?"
You place the cup on the nightstand. "This isn't the type of conversation we should have right now."
"Have you been with anyone - or are you still waiting for that special person? I've done a lot of shit I'm not proud of, but at least they've given me experience. I can make your first the best. I can make love to you better than anyone. I already know you better than they do...."
Their hands creep around your waist, hugging your midsection same as they use to on school nights when their parents forbade guests - and you crawled through their window anyway. They always held you like you meant the universe to them. You still do.
Their lips gloss over your exposed stomach as your shirt crawls upwards, heavy tears staining your skin. "Just one night. That's all I need to prove myself to you. We were made for each other. Let's forget about the past for one night and pick up where we left off. A promise is still a promise - even if it's broken.
Their fingers dip below your waistband. You immediately shove them off you and to the floor. "Are you fucking insane?! You can't forget something like what you put me through. I've been so afraid of connecting with anyone because I'm scared they'd just run off like you did. I'm finally becoming me again- and I won't let you take that back from me. Don't call me."
The door slams as you storm out - reverberations their sole companion in their misery. This is the same thing they did to you. They deserve to be alone, to suffer - but they can't. It'll kill them. They can't live without you...and soon enough you won't be to live without them. You're soulmates, meant to be. They have power now - influence. They can support you however you need-
And destory everything that gets in the way of your happy ending.
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pan-de-seungcheol · 5 months
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{Your husband is territorial, and you know this, but that doesnt stop you from wearing your shortest dress to a party...with nothing on underneath}
{Word Count: 4k}
{Warnings: dom cheol x sub reader, oral (m receiving), innocence kink (kinda?), bondage, degradation, name calling, cheol is rough, slapping, basically cheol is just a meanie, a misunderstanding in the middle of sex but they work it through, praise towards the end, crying, love making hehe, a lil aftercare}
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"Baby i dont wanna be that partner but i think maybe you should change." Seungcheol was treading dangerous waters. He knew you hated being told what to do. HATED it, more than anything, and you most certainly didnt take kindly to being told what to wear either.
You were headed out to a party tonight and had opted to wear the (very) little black dress that Cheol had bought for you a few months back, excited for the opportunity to actually show off the beautiful piece. The only problem with the dress was the length, it barely covered the curve of your ass and was so low cut that your tits were spilling out of the top. You looked hot and husband or not you were gonna show off what Cheol had bought for you.
"Sorry honey, the dress stays. I'm already too late to change."
Cheol groaned in defeat as he watched you put on your tall black heels and grab the grab the expensive clutch he had bought for you. He was a jealous man, there was no point in denying it. Often when the two of you were out together he would hover around you, all too aware of peoples' gaze lingering on you for too long. He tried not to be overly protective, but the thought of people lusting over you (HIS Y/N) made his blood boil.
Seeing his adorable pout you walked over to your husband and cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look at you with those deep brown eyes you adored. You ran your thumbs over the soft skin of his cheeks and placed a light kiss on his lips.
"I love you Cheollie, I promise I'll be safe and text you, AND i won't talk to any strangers tonight."
Cheol felt some of his worries ease at your promise. He trusted you 100% but getting that extra confirmation made all of the difference.
"Okay my love, just remember to text me."
You nodded at him and headed for the door, you gave him one last smile before leaving for your friend's party.
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The party was loud and overstimulating. Who knew Mingyu even knew this many people? It had been about three hours since you first got here and the party seemed to just now be at its peak. Its not that you were tired already, but the pounding music and neon lights were making it hard for you to have fun, that coupled with the never-ending wave of people arriving had you ready to call it a night.
12:54 am [Y/N]
Cheollie can you come get me please
12:54 am [My baby]
Why? Whats wrong? are you in trouble?
12:55 am [Y/N]
no just overwhelmed. too many people
12:57 am [My baby]
already on my way. be there soon
You turned off your phone. Just a few minutes and you'd be free from this hell of a party and with your angel of a husband.
You sighed, this was not how tonight was supposed to go but honestly you were glad to be going home. even though you see him every day you still missed Cheol right now, and couldn't wait to be at home cuddled up with him by your side.
"Hey baby, wanna dance?" an ear stabbing voice called from behind you. The same man you had noticed eyeing you all night had finally gotten the balls to actually approach you, much to your dismay.
"Sorry I'm about to leave."
"Come on baby just one little dance won't hurt you" he grabbed your hand and started dragging you onto the dance floor before you registered what was happening and yanked your hand out of his grasp. Who did he think he was?
"Um no actually i have a husband." you flashed your wedding ring at him. Surely hed get the hint now, but that was wishful thinking.
"Well I don't see him here tonight." Gross. Youd never cheat on Cheol but especially not with some grimy low life man like this.
He grabbed you again and began leading you back onto the dancefloor. You were about to put your self-defense moves to use when you felt a familiar presence behind you, grabbing your free hand.
"She said no" the warmth of your husband's voice rang in your ears and you let out all the tension you didn't realize you were carrying.
The man started backing away from you when he saw Cheol, his eyes widening impossibly big. You didn't know what Cheol looked like to make the man react this way, but you weren't sure you wanted to know. Cheol could get...scary when he was being territorial over you.
Grabbing your hand Cheol quickly guided you out of the party and into his car.
The drive home was silent, you were too nervous to bring up that man from the party.
He didn't say a word when you got to your apartment, or when he helped you out of the car, even on the elevator ride up to your floor Cheol was absolutely silent. you were starting to get nervous, had you done something wrong? you didn't think so but with the way he was acting you were sure you'd missed something.
The second you had locked your front door Cheol was on you. His lips were firm on yours as he pressed every inch of his body against you. through his jeans you could feel his already incredibly hard length.
"Youre mine" he practically growled into your mouth "Mine and no one else's"
"Cheol I-"
Cheol picked you up with ease, strong hands hooked around the backs of your thighs as he carried you off to your bedroom. Cheol kicked the door shut behind him and pushed you up against it, never legging go of the firm hold he had on you.
He pressed himself deep between your thighs, the friction of him causing your cunt to leak in arousal.
"I told you not to wear that dress Y/N. Too many people to see how fucking good you look. They should know youre mine." He was acting like a feral animal, marking you as his with each hickey he places on your neck.
You were at a loss for words. Cheol was a jealous person, that you knew, but he's never acted like this before. it had your heart racing, something deep in you filling with need not only for him but also to ease any worry he might have. You wanted him to take his stress out on you.
"I know" you wined "im sorry Cheollie"
He grabbed your chin between his strong fingers "Show me how sorry you are baby"
Seungcheol set you down gently, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. His pupils were blown out and he had a look in his eyes, one you've grown to know meant that this would be a long night.
You placed your hands gently on him as you dropped to your knees before him. With shaky hands you began unzipping his jeans. all the thoughts about what was going to happen tonight flooded your brain, causing the beginnings of a knot to form in your core. Cheol helped you remove his pants.
Once the rough material was off of him you were left facing his very big, very hard, cock. He was leaking clear beads of precum, veins protruding along the thick shaft of his length.
He carded his fingers through your hair as he looked down at you. you looked so beautiful like this, all nervous yet so ready to be used by him. he couldnt get enough of it. enough of you.
"Fuck baby" he whispered "Youre gonna drive me crazy"
Big doe eyes still staring up at him, Cheol carefully brought your head closer to his length, pressing your face against his hard cock. with his other hand he grabbed the base of himself and began slapping it lightly on your face, the heavy feeling against you was intoxicating, erasing every thought you had in your little brain until all that was left was the man before you.
Sticky strings of precum began collecting on your cheeks and lips as he continued to rub himself on you. he was watching you the whole time. you were so complicit for him, so willing to take anything he wanted to do to you and the thought was only making him harder. He needed to fuck you, needed it like he needed air, but he wanted to drag this out as long as he could. he wanted you to feel every torturously long minute before he finally gave you what you wanted.
Seungcheol began easing himself slowly into your mouth. The sweet taste of him on your tongue clouded your senses further and you only had one mission: show Cheol that he was who you belonged to.
You placed your hands sweetly against the strong muscles of his thighs for support before slowly bobbing your head on him, running your soft tongue along the underside of his cock feeling each pulsing vein as you go.
Cheol was in heaven watching you. You looked so innocent on your knees for him as if you didnt know what it was you were doing to him. You were still looking at him with those eyes, big and round and looking up at him as if he was the only person in the world to you.
Cheol reached down towards you then and began fondling your tits through the thin material of the little dress he had bought for you. It filled him with a sense of pride to think about how you were wearing something bought with his money while that sorry excuse of a man flirted with you. He remembered then what had transpired that night and became furious all over again. How dare someone else even look in your direction, you were too angelic and no one else deserved you but him.
He was spurred on by now. Gaining a newfound sense of need for you, Cheol placed both hands at the side of your head and began bucking his hips faster into your mouth, choking you on his thick cock.
The wet sounds of your mouth began to fill the room as Cheol continued thrusting into you, throwing his head back at the feeling of your thick lips surrounding him.
"Fuck baby your mouth is heaven." He was a mess of moans, he loved when you used your gorgeous lips on him. But this wasnt all that Cheol wanted tonight. Not at all.
Suddenly he pulled out of your mouth and grabbed you by the arms, pulling you off your knees and dragging you over to the bed. He threw you down onto your back and stared down at you, your dress had begun to ride up around your thick thighs and the sight made Cheol lose control. He needed you now, needed to feel how wet you were for him.
"You remember our word right baby?"
You nodded up at him. He always made sure you were okay and vice versa. It was one of the many reasons you loved being intimate with him.
"Okay baby" he leaned down over you and placed a kiss on your forehead before turning to your dresser and opening the drawer to look for something. Laying back on your bed you closed your eyes while waiting for him.
You heard Cheol moving around you and felt the rough material of rope on your wrist and ankles as Cheol began tying you to the bed post. Your breath deepened with each pass of the rope against your skin, its uneven material sending shivers down your spine. He was tentative in making sure the binds werent too tight on you, careful not to cut off any circulation.
Once he was done tying you down, Cheol placed himself between your parted legs. Your dress had completely ridden up your waste revealing your wet cunt underneath, you werent wearing any panties.
"Fuck princess. Did you really go out without me with no panties on?"
you looked down at him as he stared at your cunt, eyes darkening. Truthfully you had known that Cheol was going to fuck you tonight and you wanted to be prepared, and so what if he got a little angry maybe thats what you wanted afterall.
You gulped "yes Cheollie I--"
he landed a harsh slap against your bare pussy, the feeling reverberating to your clit.
"Now baby, is that what youre supposed to call me? Where have your manners gone tonight?"
"N-no. S-sorry sir."
"Thats better." He smirked.
Reaching out to you Cheol touched your aching cunt, collecting your arousal on his fingertips painfully slow. He played with your folds, purposefully missing the spots where you wanted him most. He was punishing you, you knew that, and the binds on your ankles did little to relieve the ache in your core. You were unable to squeeze tour legs together to ease the pulsing in your cunt and Cheol knew this, it was all apart of his plan to get you to break for him.
"Sir please" you groaned, squirming on the bed and moaning to yourself.
"There you go baby, all you had to do was ask nicely" and then he was inserting two of his deliciously long and thick fingers into your already soaked cunt.
You groaned in pleasure, his fingers were much bigger than yours, and he was able to reach every spot that you couldnt. He curved his fingers into the spongy spot right inside of you while his other hand traced deep circles into your throbbing clit. The pleasure escaping you was palpable in the small bedroom, the sweet scent of you filling the space along with your cries.
And your cries were like music to Cheol's ears. He loved the way you moaned for him, loved the way your cunt sounded when he fucked you with his fingers. Watching you squirm beneath him put Cheol in a trance and he lost every ability to gauge just how good he was making you feel. So much so that he had you cumming around his fingers in record time.
"Fuck baby." Cheol cursed "Did i tell you you were allowed to cum yet? Did you really think you deserve to feel any type of pleasure without giving me what i want first?" He was mad, you knew this, Cheol liked to save your first orgasm for his dick and you had denied him this.
"Im sorry sir, it was an accid--"
He landed another harsh slap to your cunt, then another, then another. The pressure from the slaps was overstimulating your already sensitive bud, causing hot tears to fall down the sides fo your cheeks. Your pathetic apologies were foreign against Cheol's ears. You had gone against his wishes so much tonight, and this was the last straw.
"You gonna cry now slut? Couldn't hold in your cum and now you wanna cry for me?"
His words hurt so good, you loved when Cheol was mean to you, and you could tell he wasnt letting up tonight.
"Sir I-"
"Did i tell you to talk?" Another slap to the insides of your thighs had you pulling against the restraints on your ankles, the rough material cutting into your fragile skin causing a delicious burn to spread over the surface.
Your sniffles and whines only grew louder as he kept landing spankings on your thighs and cunt.
"Look at you, taking it like the whore you are. Im almost proud." He mocked.
You were fucked out now, the ghost of an orgasm still sounding in your core, and skin marked red from Cheol's slaps. You were in a complete state of blissful pain, and had barely registered Cheol's words before he was grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look him in the eyes.
"Hey baby" The pet name pulled you out of your trance and you really saw him this time, his eyes were laced with a small hint of concern as he looked at you. "Just a few more okay?"
You sniffed "Yes sir" your voice was weak from crying and the sound broke Cheol's heart. You were being so good for him even after he abused your little pussy. Cheol was going to carry out the punishment he promised, but made a mental note to please you extra well tonight.
You counted 15 more spankings before Cheol finally stopped, the pain searing and hot to your aching cunt. It hurt so badly but you were brought a sense of pride that you had taken all of what Cheol had to give to you.
Your head was in a cloud of pleasure and pain as you felt the dip in the bed from Cheol getting off of it. You faintly heard his shuffles sound in the room as he moved around your bed, releasing the restraints on your wrists and ankles.
You laid there in the same position for him, scared to move at all in case it pissed him off again. You just wanted to be good for him and you didnt know if you had done well enough tonight. Usually Cheol praises you through his punishments but there was none of that tonight. You must have really made him angry with you if he couldnt even give you one ounce of praise.
You began tearing up at the thought of Cheol being mad at you. Sure you had made some bad decisions tonight but you missed him. His sweet nature and loving kisses traded for spankings and degradations.
Cheol noticed you crying on the bed and quickly discarded the restraints on the ground.
"Baby? Whats wrong?" You felt another dip in the bed as Cheol returned to his spot between your legs.
"Im sorry" you managed between heavy sobs.
"Oh my sweet baby, Im the one thats sorry" Cheol laid down on top of you, the weight of his body helping to ease the fear you felt. Finally you had him the way you wanted him tonight. Your sweet CHeol had returned. He held you tightly in his arms as you wept.
"I thought you were mad at me" you mentioned to get out between gasps.
"At you? Baby i could never be mad at you. I was mad at that asshole that thought it was okay to touch you."
Cheol lifted your chin to him and looked you in the eyes so you could see every ounce of his sincerity.
You sniffed "Really?"
"Really. You didnt do anything wrong Y/N, but the second i saw him with you i got so pissed i thought i was gonna have to fight him" Cheol chuckled, rubbing circles into the burning skin on your thighs in an effort to ease the pain he was sure still lingered from his punishment. "ugh im sorry baby was i too rough tonight?"
You could tell he felt bad from the sweet kisses he was placing all over your face, brushing back the hair from your forehead only to place more kisses there.
"No its just that you usually praise me a little at least and i dunno..." you trailed off unable to finish your sentence.
Cheol's heart sunk. He hadnt even realized he wasnt praising you. and you were doing such a good job too. he felt like an absolute idiot for not giving you every ounce of praise that you deserved.
"Oh my baby. You did so good tonight, im so sorry i didnt tell you that more" between kisses he muttered his approval of your effort tonight, telling you how good you did and how sweet you looked taking his punishment.
Now relieved from Cheol's praise you began to reciprocate his kisses. You placed them all along his jaw as you traced your fingers along the firm muscles of his back. He was still laying between your legs and you could feel everything your touch was doing to him, his dick growing hard again at your attention.
"Baby, we dont have to-"
"I want to Cheollie" you looked into his deep brown eyes again and saw no remnants of the rough man from before, all that was left was you loving and doting husband that made a promise to himself to please you tonight.
"Okay sweet girl" He said while continuing to place his kisses along the curve of your neck.
Reaching between the two of you you took his cock in your hand, pumping him lightly before bringing him to your still soaked entrance.
Your joint gasps filled the room as you pushed his hips down on yours, causing the his thick tip to squeeze past the tight walls of your cunt until he was nestled all the way into you.
he looked into your eyes then, and youd never felt more connected to another person as you do to him, the thought alone was making you emotional all over again and causing your bottom lip to quiver.
"My sweet Y/N." Cheol mumbled before taking your lips in his.
He moved his hips lightly, even this small movement causing an overwhelming amount of friction to your core. The kiss lasted through each slow thrust Cheol gave you, only deepening as the two of you made love to eachother.
You were so irrevocably in love with your husband that the feeling of him inside you, even with his deep slow thrusts, were causing your pussy to clench involuntarily around him.
"Fuck baby, I love you so much." Cheol moaned, head dropping onto the bead next to yours in pleasure.
"Cheollie?"
"Yes my love?"
"Please fuck me."
Please. Cheol thought to himself All this and shes saying please.
You were so perfect for him, and Cheol would do anything to make sure you knew this.
His hips picked up speed, his dick slamming into your dripping cunt as you moaned beneath him. You were so cute under him, moaning his name and nails dragging on his back. You were his and Cheol felt crazy for ever thinking some random guy could hold weight in your heart. You were his and he was yours.
Cheol watched your blissed out face and his dick twitched inside of you at the sight. Fuck you were so hot when you pleased yourself on his cock. Watching you spurred him on further and he fucked into you faster. Hips slammed against hips and soon the two of you were a mess of moans, writhing against eachother in an attempt to find release.
You were fucking yourself onto him now, arching your hips down onto his each time he thrusted into you. You were in heaven, his thick cock hitting each delicious spot deep inside your pussy.
"Fuck baby im gonna cum." Cheol grunted with effort each time your pussy took him in, you could tell he was close when his hips started stuttering.
"Im close too Cheollie." You moaned
Cheol was determined now to make you cum before him. Forehead creased in concentration, Cheol began pounding his dick into you relentlessly. He snaked his hand down between you two to circle his thumb against your clit, the rough skin sending you right over the edge. You were spasming on his cock, and the feeling had him cumming with you.
You were milking him dry, his cum shooting out deep into you cunt, painting your slick walls white. You were both a mess of moans, each others names escaping from your lips like a prayer.
The two of you stayed like this for a while, his now softening sick still nestled deep inside you as you both came down from your orgasms.
"I could stay like this forever" Cheol mumbled into your hair, obviously spent.
"Me too" you groaned "But we should probably clean ourselves up."
"Stay here" Cheol gently took himself out of you and made his way to the bathroom.
You could hear him starting a bath somewhere in the distance as your mind began to fade into sleep. You hadnt even realized how tired you were until Cheol was lightly tapping your hips to wake you up.
"Come on Y/N, i made us a nice warm bubble bath."
You groaned not wanting to leave your spot on the bed "Mmmm. Carry me please."
Cheol giggled at how cute you were being. Sliding his arms underneath you, Cheol picked you up bridal style and carried you off into the bathroom, intent on spending the night cuddling and caring for you. Just like he would do for the rest of his life.
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{Author's Note}
this is kinda the first fic that i experimented with harder kinks (ik its not THAT hard but still) so i hope you guys enjoy this one! also i barely proofread this so just ignore nay mistakes lols
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painted-bees · 8 days
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Raf's amount of self awareness and the amount of time he spends analyzing himself in his own head seemed a little far fetched until I got to the part about his past relationships and how badly things went despite having started therapy back then. It makes a lot more sense that he didn't get to this level of awareness and grace until way later after years of working on himself. But I really want to know how his relationship with Margie might have gone if he was less aware?
Oh, fun question lmao Assuming he never sees his behavior as something that he needs to work on: I think Margie's impulse to be honest and straightforward, and to wear her emotions on her sleeves would still have likely gotten her past his defenses and into a close relationship. But the closer/more important someone becomes to Raf, the more and more reactive/mercurial/mean he'd get. Those close relationships--the ones he treasures most--are the ones that pose the highest level of danger. They're the ones who'd hurt him the most if they betrayed him. Coupled with Margie's conflict-averse instinct to wilt, roll over, and apologize before considering if she'd even done anything wrong--we'd have likely seen a much more possessive and controlling Raf. We don't see that in his relationship with Lacey, because Lace would often bite back twice as hard, and was able to [very aggressively] assert boundaries with him. Margie, tho--so long as he kept encouraging and enabling her to make music, and providing warm, enthusiastic support on that front, she'd be easily convinced to change any behavior he didn't like--under the pretense that she was working on becoming a better, easier person to live with. I think, tho--if there ever arose a moment where he asserted that she couldn't pursue a music/career-related opportunity (that didn't require his involvement), if he threatened to take back all the 'nice things' he's given her as a tool of punishment/manipulation, or if he started discouraging her from vising friends or family--and if she couldn't reason with him on that front/it consistently resulted in a big argument every time--she'd end the relationship. She was, at least, raised well by her mother to identify that kind of situation as a 'get out now' 0 tolerance red flag of abuse. And--you know...if she had to do that, I think this would be the event that sees her move back home with her parents. Emotionally and psychologically, she'd lose a lot to this relationship. She'd need her family to help center herself again. Otherwise, Raf would likely sabotage the relationship for himself, and break things off with her over some catastrophic misunderstanding or another--where he is just unable and unwilling to hear her out and take her word at face value. But if certain lines are never crossed; if Margie learns to stifle/bury her excited impulses and exist as quietly as she is able to, and if Raf is able to pull himself back from enacting on paranoid compulsions just enough, he and Margie would probably find a tenuous but """comfortable""" stasis. Like with any relationship, they'd have moments both good and bad, catastrophes that maybe only resolve themselves for the convenience of it rather than out of a proper understanding, as well as tender moments of joyful whimsy, when the circumstances were right for it, that'd serve to remind them of why they're together in the first place and help bolster the staying-power of their relationship. But it'd all be balanced...very differently. They'd be a lot less fun, I think. Margie would have never suggested going to Cortes Island. She'd have been reluctant to suggest much at all. Raf would be stuck with the persistent suspicion that she resented him--and yanno--she might. But not for the reasons he'd think.
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dearramiel · 1 year
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billy desperately trying to babytrap his girl after she tries to break up w him🤭
This is so good.
✧ - baby trapping, subconscious manipulation, verbal abuse, violent!billy, billy is overprotective, obsessive, and possessive, implied stalker! billy, mentions of billy beating up jason tommy h & some other guy, controlling behavior, toxic relationship, gaslighting, guiltriping, unprotected sex( piv), breeding, cockwarming, mentions of tampering with birth control but it doesn't actually happen, hint of fluff at the end,
Billy's infatuation with you starts the very first day he looks at you, a beautiful, shy, charismatic girl who he could bend at will. He knew he would have you, it wasn't even a matter of how but when.
He was good at orchestrating everything, from the very first time you talk, the heated kisses, and first time hooking up. Billy wasn't your first, but you sure as hell felt like a virgin the first time you took him. He made you feel good, loved, he was sweet, caring, and charming. Just two months in, everything had changed. From the very beginning he knew you were different than other girls he had been with, he never had a girlfriend, and it hit him like a shock. He started acknowledging how much depth his love went, at first it was just him messing around with another girl, but he had gone way off track.
It was hard not to, you had been the only girl to care for him, rather than his dick. You were different. You treated him different than any other person.
It wasn't all on him anyway, you weren't stupid, you knew what Billy's intentions were from the beginning, he'd never once talked to you, but it began to get hard to let go when he kept you around, not shoving you through his window after hooking up, not pretending like you didn't exist when he walked by you at school, offering rides after he proposed in exchange for him to be lenient on Max being late, or even how he had stopped going after other girls.
Everything was so sweet, until he let the intrusive thoughts in.
He started asking who the people you talked to were, walking you to classes you didn't have together during passing period, insisted on driving you to work after school, picking you up and dropping you off home.
Eventually his obsession turned violent, going after Jason Carver after finding you two together during a pep rally, a big misunderstanding that could have been avoided had he just asked what you were bringing to him.
Billy had become somewhat self aware of what he was doing, quickly becoming insecure, and hateful. But he couldn't help it, because he genuinely loved and cared for you, he wanted you all to himself, this sweet girl who let him in. He was good at guilt guiltriping you with that, telling you how much he loved you.
It made you feel restless, having to make sure you weren't talking to specific people he didn't like, making sure not to stare too long at some other guy, spending all your free time with him, letting him know that there was a test you had to make up before going to work. You felt like your life was being controlled, and inviting him over while no one was home was your biggest mistake.
Spring break had just started, it was a Saturday evening when Billy had received the call. Of course he'd pull up to his girlfriends house in under 10 minutes, especially when she gave the "It's important and serious.".
Billy was rapidly knocking on the door, yelling your name, and when you open to let him in, he can tell that something really is wrong.
You're spouting nonsense to him, being so annoying, talking about how he doesn't love you, and that he's obsessed with you. Part of which was really wrong, because Billy did love you. He just had this horrible way of showing it.
It doesn't take long for you to get him angry, he begins yelling back. Saying that Carver, Tommy H, and Smith deserved getting their asses flipped. To which you yell that he shouldn't go about fixing things with violence.
"I just can't do this."
And he snaps, eyes blurring, warm droplets falling to his neck, when he blinks he realizes that he's crying. And it has you shocked.
"What?" His voice is small and broken, it almost has you wanting to take back what you've said. But it's hard to do so, because he's scared you already.
"No, please no." He cries as he reached out to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your body, another act that shocks you, he's never been one to initiate affection. He's almost cradling you, "Can't lose you, please don't."
You're not sure if it's an act, one to lure you in, but you take the bait anyway. Because while the ideas of what he's capable of to the extent of his love terrify you, you also remember that you do love him too. That he's never once laid a hand, or ever been physically abusive to you.
"I'm sorry Billy, I didn't mean it. It's just, you scare me sometimes!"
Anguish breaks into his body, when the realizations kick in. It's a thought that's etched into his mind, the fact that you've thought about leaving him. The fact that you even said it.
"I'm sorry baby, let me make it up to you please.. I promise I'll take care of you." His tone sends shivers down your spine, it's the one he always uses, it messes with you subconsciously and you never picked up on it.
You nod your head rapidly, breathing in deeply when Billy's teeth gently sink into the flesh on the side of your neck. Your panting reels him in further, letting him take full control of your body.
You don't even know how you ended up on your back, in your room, and on your bed, both you and Billy fully nude. Both your bodies decorated with bites and love marks. You're crying into the air as Billy's cock is shoved into your aching tight hole. You can feel every inch of him, to the point where you swear you feel his tip hit up snuggly against your cervix, and Billy swears he feels it too, because he begins a brutal pace. Mouth stealing a heated kiss from you. Between the messy kiss, your stuttering moan fills his ears.
"Fuuuuckkk, Billyyy! M'gonna cum!" You whimper, arms and legs wrapping around his body, pulling him to you, almost inviting him further inside you. He's reaching the deepest he can, he's never been or even felt so feral during sex. Both his hands were clenching harshly onto the pillow your head was rested on, he's using it as stability to continue thrusting so hard and fast, he feels like he's also about to cum.
"Yeah? Then cum, need to feel you all over me." The thought alone is enough to send you spiraling, a gush of liquid seeps out, drenching and covering his abdomen and cock in your cum. A long moan rips through you, your walls clamp so tightly around Billy that it only takes a couple more thrusts before his cock plunges into the deepest part of you.
"Fuuck! Babe'm gonna cum, cunt is all mine, gonna breed you so they know you're mine. You want that, don't you?" He groans into your ear, burying his face into your neck, your response is nonverbal, it's just you frantically nodding your head up and down before you decide to speak up.
"Yes! Please, Billy, want you to make me yours!" You babble, then it happens cum begins filling up your insides until you feel full. Billy's weight drops on you then, cum still spurting a few more times before he is absolutely spent.
You can feel him soften inside you, little bits of cum threatening to spill out. The feeling has you whimpering, it's then that Billy remembers he's still inside you. When he goes to lift himself up, a whine is heard from you.
"Billy.. no, don't go.. please. Wanna stay with you like this." You beg, your tired eyes droopy, your arms still holding him tightly.
"Not going anywhere baby. Love you so much." He slurs, high of sex, leaving kisses all over your face.
"I love you too, Billy.. so much.."
He had you right where he wanted you.
Those condoms he planned to poke holes into weren't really necessary after all.
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lazywriters-blog · 7 months
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I just had a thought!!
What if Lyney had a one-night stand with his darling after meeting her on his magic show, It's just mutual attraction, and his darling is pleasing to the eye, who could blame him for getting a little caught up in the moment talking with her and they're making eye contact for so long! Surely, she's attracted to him as he is to her. The next thing he does is kiss her hand, flatter her with compliments, and close the distance between them, he's making the first move and displaying his interest clear as day.
Lynette isn't around, and since he's stopped you from leaving and you've stayed and nobody is around in the opera house, it's just you both. You don't seem revolted and you retort by flirting back, subtly but to him, it's crystal clear. He's a master at picking up the smallest non-verbal signs so his insights are reliable. Caressing her cheek and then holding her chin he's about to test his theory, leaning over to steal a kiss. That leads to something more than an innocent touch of lips, the back rooms are safe from prying eyes and ears, and they could spend the night in hiding.
The next morning, she's gone and so her belongings in her absence are nothing but lingering cold from the night they relished in the dark, he should have known not to dwell on it too much but he couldn't help it when he went on a random search for her after a week, Lynette doesn't know, he hadn't told her anything. Perhaps, she would be better suited to find her or even know something.
Then, came the heartbreak, not because she already had a significant one, no, she seemed to ignore him when he approached her, and maybe she was just a little shy after their night together, he understands, he's kind of nervous as well. So, his solution, pester her till she couldn't dismiss him anymore, It worked however, she was irritated and he was not. Wasn't their night memorable? Didn't it feel like they had known each other forever and how the dark lasted long and each minute felt like hours? He's not desperate, he just wants to know her better.
She's against the idea, for seemingly no reason.
He backs off, only for a little while. He's been wanting to see her in the crowd once more, and this time, they could spend it more peacefully. Unfortunately, for him no matter how much he conceals it to himself, she's no longer interested.
He knows how to rekindle it again. He just needs to be alone with her, gift her a rainbow rose, kiss her cheek, and maybe pull out a ring to see her reaction. All in good fun, he's testing the waters so he can remain afloat. Love is hard to find after all.
If that doesn't work, he could try other methods. There's plenty he could do, hypnosis, nothing has been off the table for him.
When he finally does get the moment to be alone with her, dragging her away from the leaving crowd had been complicated but worth it, She's seated before him and they have the room to themselves and it doesn't matter if she wants to leave because he's locked the door and himself inside the room with her.
He couldn't let misunderstanding or anything that's been going on with them fester like rotting flesh. He needs answers and affection.
Starting with his usual mannerisms and cheery nature he breaks the ice and takes off his hat, observing her inch by inch and letting her know they had to spend some time alone, besides it's healthy for any budding relationship to have time devoted to them.
"Did you like my show? I especially planned the last trick for you, did you grasp the meaning behind it?"
he smiles, and though he doesn't show it, it's his last attempt at recovering their connection from sinking.
"You should drink the tea, it's not poisoned if that's what you are thinking." he chins with a grin.
Leaving her alone was not a desirable outcome, last thing he wanted to hear was her testament to being locked in the room with him, he's not keeping her there without her consent. She wants to stay and talk, with him, it's been so long since they've talked.
Noticing tell-tale signs of aggression was concerning and he's not all that strong if she manages a harsh hit, however, he is evasive. He has some experience while she does not.
"Go on, drink it. It's safe, I promise you."
He is maintaining eye contact with her, getting her to trust him again should not be this hard but she's smart enough to pretend and not drink a sip.
He hates to admit it, he has gotten himself charmed.
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marvelouslizzie · 1 year
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are you mine?
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summary: You have been seeing Bucky Barnes for while. Actually seeing doesn't cover what you two are doing but you don't know what else to call it. You just didn't give the relationship a name, yet. One day, you get a voice message and a photo from your best friend which makes you think, Bucky Barnes, the man who you fell head over heels in love with is cheating on you. Jealousy takes over.
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 
word count: 5.1K
warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, unlabeled relationship, misunderstandings, suspected of being cheated on (BUT THERE IS NO CHEATING), jealousy, feeling insecure, unintentionally hurting the person you love, mentions of roleplaying, adult language, pet names, dirty talk, light deep-throating, fingering, unprotected sex (don't do it in real life these two know each other), emotional assurance, no mention of y/n.
a/n:  This was a random idea I had and with the help of @notafunkiller and @es1dit, it turned into reality. I thank them for helping me through my writing journey, beta-reading, and even for the photos and the gif! You two are the best!
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“Hey, girl.” Your friend's voice sounds different than usual. You wonder what’s wrong because she usually doesn’t send voice messages. “I really don’t know how to say this. I wanted to call you and explain everything, answer all your questions, but I have a meeting in five minutes.” You look at the time and see the voice message was sent more than ten minutes ago. “I thought texting is worse so I decided to go with a voice message.” She stops for a second to take a deep breath. “I really hate to be the one to tell you this. I really do. I hate to break your heart but if I were in your place, I’d like you to tell me. It’s better to know instead of getting fooled, right?” She sounds like she is trying to convince herself, not you and you can’t help but wonder what she is talking about. “Okay, here we go: I saw Bucky with a woman. They were hugging so I couldn’t see his face clearly at first. I thought the guy was just looking a lot like Bucky, so it made me stop. I thought how many guys should have this haircut? It turns out it was really Bucky. He was hugging her so tight, it was just confusing. Then after they broke the hug, she put her hand on his chest and I went ‘wait a minute, who is this redhead?’ I got my phone and right before I took the photo, he laughed so loudly. I couldn’t believe it! Bucky Barnes, the guy who gives everyone a death stare, was laughing with his whole body. I managed to take a good picture, but I could not see the face of that woman. The only thing I can say for sure is that she's a redhead. Oh, and she has an amazing body. Even from behind…” She stops for a bit when she realizes she’s praising her while telling you Bucky is cheating on you. “Sorry. I just can’t believe what I've just witnessed. I thought you should know. I’m sending the photo so you can see it with your own eyes. I’m sorry for dropping a bomb like this and running into a meeting. I promise you I will call you after I’m done with work and we will talk, alright?”
From the moment you first listened to this message, you couldn't think of anything else. You keep looking at the photo, zooming in on the woman countless times in hopes of magically figuring out who she is and how she managed to make him laugh that hard. You don't remember him mentioning meeting any woman today. Especially one that seems so close to you.
You also listen to the voice message over and over again, but nothing makes sense.
Is he... is he really seeing her behind my back? 
Your heart is beating so fast, you can’t focus on your thoughts or hear anything else. Breathing becomes so hard that you feel like you are drowning. I can’t do this anymore, I can’t. You hope taking deep breaths might help, but not even that helps. It actually makes you feel even worse. You just drop your body onto the couch and suddenly you notice you aren’t afraid or anxious like you initially thought. You are just… hurt. So hurt that the pain you are feeling is actually physical. You never felt this way ever in your life.
If Bucky Barnes pointed his gun right at your face now it would hurt you less. If he shot you without blinking once, it would hurt you less because you would know for sure that he is brainwashed and turned into the Winter Soldier by someone again. And he wouldn’t be hurting you on purpose. This… Whatever this is… feels like he’s hurting you on purpose and it's unbearable.
Now, you aren’t so sure of who he is. This guy, who is hugging someone else like that and laughing, who lets another woman touch her so freely like this can not be your Bucky. Or maybe he was never yours to begin with, who knows?
You have no idea how much time passed between the moment you got this message and Bucky arrived at your place. While you are drowning in your thoughts and feelings, he lets himself in.
“Hey, doll.” He sounds really happy, which is rare and mostly when he’s around you. Now you know you aren’t the reason for his happiness and it stings. He must have had a good day with that redhead. Whoever she is.
You look at him without saying a word. That’s when you see that he’s holding a big bouquet of flowers. Your favorites. God! He is really cheating on me. He felt guilty and bought flowers on his way here, you think. While growing up, you remember hearing something over and over again: When a man feels guilty because they're cheating, they start to treat their partners better. Bucky always treated you well and bought you flowers but you aren’t in a place to think clearly anymore. You just assume he’s cheating, therefore he got you flowers to feel better about it. It’s clear as day.
“Are you okay?” He sounds concerned already because he knows how you would normally act. Whenever he arrived at your place, you ran to him and gave him a huge hug. Sometimes you literally jumped in his arms and he lifted you up with no effort. He would just hold the flowers until you got down. In the rest of cases, you would give him a kiss, thank him for the flowers, and put them in your favorite vase. But right now all you do is glare at him, taking a deep breath before standing up.
Your knees already want to just give in and let you fall, but no, you aren’t gonna go down that easily. You are going to face him first and let things play out. If you are gonna fall on your knees, it’s gonna happen when you are alone and defeated, and you can cry yourself to sleep.
“I’m not.” 
“What’s wrong?” He just puts the flowers away.
“Are you cheating on me, James Barnes?” The question flies out from your lips easily. And you are surprised you managed to get it out without choking or crying. 
Bucky’s expression is hard to read at first. You have no idea what it means. Then it slowly changes into something you are familiar with: concern. Anytime he is even a little bit concerned, the lines between his brows become so visible… But this time, they don’t stay that way for long. Instead, you see a little smile creeping up his lips, and a wave of anger washes over you. Before you're able to say anything, he speaks.
“Since when we are in a relationship, darling?” 
Oh my fucking god! The audacity of this man! 
“Excuse me?”
“I asked you: since when are we in a relationship? I thought in order to cheat on someone you have to be in a relationship first, and I don’t remember us discussing the nature of our… friendship.” The bastard sounds so smug until the last part. Then he seemed unsure for a second like he was trying to find the right word. Friendship… That wasn’t the right one for your relationship. You were friends, of course, but the word doesn’t cover it all. You were also exclusive. Or, at least, that is what you thought until now.
“I guess…” You sniff. “I had the wrong impression…” You stop again to collect yourself. “About our… friendship.”
That’s when he notices the tears in your eyes, threatening to fall down any second, but you are holding yourself back. You don’t want to cry in front of him. You don’t want him to see how much he broke you. Instead of approving what you just said, Bucky closes the distance between you two. 
“Darling…” His tone has completely changed, that smugness vanishing completely. “Are you crying?” He tries to touch your face and probably wipe the tear away, but you don’t let him. With a quick step back, you put distance between you two while looking directly into his eyes.
“It’s none of your business.” The lines between his brows are back and they are deeper than ever. Confusion is written all over his face.
“Baby, I don’t understand what’s wrong. Please, talk to me.” He sounds completely broken now and you can’t believe how he could just change his emotions like that. Like there is a switch inside him and now he decided to act a bit more appropriately.
“I already told you, and your answer was clear enough.” The coldness of your voice creates a cold shower effect on him. 
“Wait…” It finally sinks in. “Do you really think I am cheating on you?”
You give him a dry humorless laugh. “You've just asked me since when we're in a relationship twice and technically said it wasn’t cheating.”
“I thought you were roleplaying.” He desperately tries to get closer to you, but you raise your hand to stop him. “I had no idea you were serious.”
“Roleplaying?” You can’t believe this man. “Do you really think I would accuse you of cheating for the sake of roleplaying, James?”
“Please, stop calling me James.” He knows you only do it when you are angry. That’s why he doesn’t like it. “I don’t know. I thought…” He tries to collect his thoughts. “I thought it was a bit weird, but I was like if that’s what she wants to do, I can give it a try.” You can't believe this man. Is he really clueless or does he try to deceive you?
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Darling… I don’t know why you think that, but I would never ever cheat on you. I can never…” He chokes on the words and you finally notice he might not be lying to you. He might not be deceiving, but what about that photo? What about that redhead who made him laugh so fucking hard?
“You told me we aren’t in a relationship, Bucky.” He notices this time you didn’t call him James and that’s a good sign. Small but important. That encourages him.
“I was acting my part. I thought that’s what you wanted. Baby…” He tries to move closer once again and this time you let him. He carefully holds your hands while looking into your eyes. “From the moment you said yes to me, I considered us as a couple. I know we did not talk about it and I can see it was a huge, huge mistake, but please believe that you are the only one for me.”
“You did?” You can’t help but ask. You need to hear him say it again. You wanna believe him so much, but there are so many questions on your mind, waiting to be asked and answered.
“Of course I did. You have no idea how much it hurts me to see you believe that I could cheat on you with another woman while my heart belongs to you. Not just my heart, I belong to you. Body and soul. I’m yours, darling. Please, believe me.” This… this sounds like your Bucky. The way he talks, the way he looks at you, the way he just looks so sad and broken. 
“I want to believe you, Bucky. I really do. I just can’t delete that photo from my mind. I can't stop thinking about it. That woman was touching you and you were laughing! You laugh so rarely, especially around others, and I– I just don’t know what to think anymore.”
“What photo?” He doesn’t sound defensive or blindsided, only confused. 
You quickly reach out for your phone and open the photo. As soon as you turn the screen towards him, his eyes focus on it for a second, and then he bursts into laughter.
“Why the fuck are you laughing?” Your voice comes out so defensive, but you don’t even realize.
“This is Natasha!” He looks at you. “Remember? I told you about her and how we have similar experiences.”
“That’s how you two actually bonded.” You repeat the words he once said to you. God! She is Natasha. Natasha Romanoff. The woman Bucky told you about so many times because he felt like he finally found a sister. The first person who made him feel like he isn’t alone in this world. He isn’t the only one who got tortured, turned into a killing machine, then managed to get out and start over. And you just got jealous of Natasha. God, you feel like an idiot.
“Yes, exactly!” He approves. “I told you like a week ago that Natasha will be in town and we will meet for a coffee. Remember?”
“Oh god…” You let out a loud groan, remembering exactly the moment he told you, but then so many things happened during the last week. You just… forgot and made an unnecessary scene. You accused him of cheating. If things were reversed, you'd be so hurt. So fucking hurt.
You feel your cheeks burning in shame.
“You even asked me if I wanted to meet her and I just said you go ahead and tell her about me first.” He approves with his eyes and small nods. “God, I am such an idiot!”
“No, you are not.” He quickly responds. “You haven’t met her yet and in the photo… her face isn’t visible.” Then he stops for a second as something comes to his mind. “Who sent you this photo?”
Oh, shit. 
“What makes you think someone sent it to me?” You don’t want to snitch on your friend, she was just trying to have your back. 
“Because if you were there, you wouldn’t just take a photo and leave. You would come and call me out. Someone sent you this photo.” He stops for a second again. “Alice sent this to you, didn’t she?”
You don’t say anything, but you look guilty without intending and it’s enough confirmation for him.
“Look, I am not mad at her. You can tell me that she sent you the photo.” Your eyes meet his while he keeps talking. “I’m glad your best friend has your back. I just wish you gave me the benefit of the doubt.” 
Oh. He sounds hurt again, even more than before.
“I’m sorry, Bucky.” You close the distance between you two completely. Your body is pressed against his and the warmth of him starts to calm you down. You just hope it will do the same to him. “She sent me a voice message and she sounded so… I don’t know… shaken. I couldn’t believe you could hug someone and laugh so hard with someone else. I couldn’t believe… that you would do this to me.”
“I understand that feeling, but I am just… hurt.”
“Can I make it better?” You ask immediately while reaching for his cheek. Your fingertips move towards his lips slowly. “Please, let me make it better.”
“What are you suggesting Ms. I doubt we have a relationship but I am gonna accuse you of cheating anyway?” 
You laugh because of that long-ass but rightfully deserved nickname. You should've talked about your relationship with him before anything like this happened. You should’ve given him the benefit of the doubt because he never made you doubt him before. Yet the jealousy you felt was so powerful. Actually, you can still feel it. That strong sensation is inside you, running through your veins, only getting calmed down by the loving words spilled from his lips. For the first time in your life, you notice what a jealous person you are. 
Instead of answering his question, you raise up on your toes and give him a kiss. Your intention is clear, but you don’t want to push him. If he needs a little time alone, he can end the kiss any second without feeling bad about it. That’s why you keep your kiss light and sweet, but in a couple of seconds, you realize that’s not what he wants.
He wraps his arms around your body and pulls you closer, then tilts his head just a little to deepen the kiss. That’s when you let a moan out for the first time. His tongue is moving so sweetly you get lost in the freaking kiss. While you are enjoying the taste of him, Bucky moves his metal hand toward your ass and grabs it a bit harshly, which instantly makes you gasp. Before you can do anything, he lifts you up with no effort. God, you love it when he does that. You quickly wrap your legs around his waist and enjoy feeling him this close to you. Despite still having your clothes on, you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. It just makes you feel safe. You wrap your arms around his neck and keep kissing him like your life depends on it. You are just glad he’s on the same page as you.
In a matter of seconds, you are on your bed waiting to find out what’s next. Usually, Bucky starts with getting you ready. That means either kisses, licks or sometimes when you are already very close to being ready, sucks. He gives you whatever you want, but this time it feels different. He moves away from you unexpectedly and takes off his shirt pretty quickly. Then he looks directly at you while his hands start to work on his belt.
“I've just realized…” He speaks while unbuckling. “I don’t think you deserve my attention yet.”
His words catch you off guard. He never said anything like this before. Deserving his attention? God… Those words make the blood rush in your veins.
“What can I do to deserve it again?” 
“Well, I can think of a couple of things.” He unzips himself suggestively and oh dear god… He wants you to do something you suggested before! This man… He can’t be real.
You move closer to the edge of the bed and stand on your knees. Before he can take his pants off, you move your hand inside his boxers and gently grab him.
“Something like this?”
He lets out a low moan before answering. “Something like this.”
You push his pants and boxers down, his already hard cock bouncing a little. God… You really want to do this. You can feel your mouth watering just at the thought of it. You take him in your hand, running your fingers all over it, getting mentally ready. He is already making such delicious sounds while you are doing the most basic things. You try to imagine how he'll react when he is deep inside your mouth.
You are excited about all the possibilities, but you still take your sweet time. The first step is moving your hand away and replacing it with your lips. You don’t take him inside your mouth or give him a lick. No, you are going to start really slow. Instead, you give him kisses all over. You avoid his hard cock for a while and focus on what’s around. Then your lips move to the place where he’s aching the most. While he’s expecting more kisses, you give him a big lick, which makes him moan loudly. Even though you've just started, you already feel like a winner.
You keep teasing him with your tongue for a while until you feel ready. You look up at him before taking him inside your mouth and he gives you one of those killer smiles.
“If you wanna stop, tap on my thighs, alright?” His tone is completely different: so soft and caring, which makes you wanna try this with him even more.
“I will.”
You take a deep breath before taking him. This isn’t the first time he’s inside your mouth. This isn’t the first time you are giving him a blowjob, either, but you never took him so deep and let him fuck your mouth. Giving away all the control you have is a little scary but also exciting. 
He lets you work at your own pace. You take him inside your mouth inch by inch, trying to relax and just not think much about it. Of course, that’s easier said than done, and triggering your gag reflex doesn’t take long. He takes a deep breath, trying to contain himself. His hands are already in your hair, just tangled between the strands without pulling.
“We don’t have to do this right now, you know…” He reminds you.
Hell no. You are the one who wanted to try this. You aren’t gonna give up that easily. You simply shake your head while your mouth is full and keep going. Taking another big breath through your nose and moving your head a bit more. A couple more inches of his hard cock disappear inside your mouth. That’s when you feel him touch the back of your throat. 
Holy shit! Your mouth is full of him!
You look up, feeling proud of yourself. You can see it in his eyes that he’s so fucking lost in the pleasure already. 
“Are you ready, doll?” The raspiness of his voice shoots strings of arousal down to your lower belly and you feel the wetness between your legs growing. You give him the confirmation with your eyes and he starts to move.
At first, it isn’t overwhelming as you imagined. It’s just a pressure you aren’t used to. You let him use your mouth however he wants, but notice that he’s still being careful. Yet the sounds he’s making just… drive you crazy. They turn you on even more and you can’t believe that’s actually possible. As he starts to move a little bit faster, getting lost because of the pleasure you feel the wetness growing even more. 
“God…” He’s louder than before. “This feels– amazing. It’s… it must be– a sin to– feel this good.”
Oh, how much you wanna reply, but your mouth is too occupied for that. Instead, you whine and moan. The vibrations of the sounds amplify his pleasure for a second.
“Fuck!” He’s losing the little control he has for sure. “Your fucking mouth!” He thrusts a little harder than before and you start to feel the tears building up in the corners of your eyes. “Wet.” He trusts. “Hot.” Another thrust follows. “And mine.” 
Just like that, you feel his come shooting down to your throat with a loud moan that fills you with the feeling of victory. He slowly takes himself out of your mouth and you notice how his cock is covered with thick spit. While you are trying to go back to normal, he is breathing loudly. So loud that it's all you can hear.
“That was…” He tries to speak, but his voice gives out in the middle of the sentence.
God damn, I made a super soldier lose his cool.
This isn’t the first time you did it, but it’s the first time it’s this visible. 
“Good? Great? Amazing?” You play a bit arrogant thinking you deserve it.
“Earth-shattering.”
The voice in your mind instantly goes: Fuck yes!
“Does it mean I deserve your attention now?” You keep your tone as innocent as possible like you aren’t talking about sex at all.
“Definitely. Lay back.” 
You love when he gets all demanding for the sake of your pleasure. You do as he says and watch him climb on top of the bed and take off your pants. He drops them without care and his middle finger finds its way between your folds over the underwear.
“Oh, poor thing.” The teasing is so fucking obvious in his voice. “You are drenched. Do you need a hand?” This time his palm slowly brushes down and god… you never needed to feel a hand so badly as you do right now. As you nod, he continues. “Let me show you how you are the only one for me then.”
He grips your underwear on both sides and suddenly takes it off. Your wetness is even more apparent now as he moves his middle finger between the folds again. It feels so damn good even without him touching your clit, but he does. He touches it so lightly, his fingertip only brushing, bringing all the wetness up so he can make you scream. You let out a deep moan, pushing yourself against his finger.
“So impatient, aren’t you?”
“I am.” you don't feel any shame. This is the man you love and you want all the pleasure he can give you.
“Since you are so honest… I won’t let you wait.” He pushes a finger inside you as he is talking and you gasp loudly in return. He moves it inside and out a couple of times before he adds the second one. “You are so fucking wet for me. You don’t even need stretching at all.”
You make an approving sound. You really would love to have his cock inside you right now but you know how talented he is with his hands. You can already feel the approaching orgasm and you desperately need it.
“I love it when you are so open like this.” He pushes his fingers a little bit harder than before. “Tell me…” He dramatically pauses for a second. “Do you want the third finger?”
“Yes!” Your answer is instant. “Please.”
“You wanna come already?” You nod eagerly. “Alright, darling.” He pushes the third finger inside, all three brushing that extra sensitive spot now, making you see stars. You don’t even notice how you lose control. He listens to your panting and moans and lets you beg for more knowing damn well all you need is him keeping up the same pace and he’s right. In a matter of seconds, you feel the pleasure explode inside you. It takes you in, makes you swim over the clouds, and then relief washes all over you. 
Bucky gradually slows down while letting you ride your orgasm until the last second. You take a couple of deep breaths and then look at his pretty face as he glances back at you with the warmest smile. Then your eyes drop down and you see he’s hard again. It doesn’t surprise you anymore like it used to. It’s one of the biggest benefits of the super soldier serum: having the best recovery time ever. His hardness waters your mouth again, but you know that it’s time for something else. You gotta do something about that wetness between your legs. Your mouth can wait.
Finally, you rise to your knees again and move on top of him. 
“My little doll wants more.” He places his hands around your body, moving them slowly as he talks. “What do you want darling? You wanna ride me?”
God, the way he speaks does things to you. Over the course of the flirting phase with him, you discovered that shameless part of yourself and you don’t care anymore. You don’t care if you are being too open. You don’t feel shy to accept that you want to ride him because you know he’s there to give it to you. Whatever you want.
“Yes.” You push his chest a little knowing them well you can’t do anything unless he lets you. And he always lets you. He falls on his back voluntarily. “Just enjoy the show.”
“Oh, I will.” He smirks and puts both of his hands behind his back, getting comfortable.
“No, no, no.” You reach for his hands and bring them to your breasts. “I want you to touch me.”
“Gladly.” He squeezes both of them before you move up a little. You open up a bit of space between you two, grabbing his cock and aligning it to your entrance, and with one swift movement he’s balls deep inside you.
“Fuck–ing hell.”
All you can do is moan as you feel so deliciously full and stretched even without moving at all. Your hands are on his chest, trying to support yourself while getting used to the feeling of him inside you. 
“Move, darling.” He sounds so impatient, so wrecked, so needy.
After a couple of breaths, you start to move slowly with your hands still on his chest, helping yourself keep the slow pace you are building. It feels so good, so fucking good to be on top. Not only do you feel full of him, but you are also fully in control. He’s a big strong man, much more stronger than any other and yet he just lays down and lets you do whatever you want to him. You wanna ride him? You can. You wanna torture him? You can. The power you have over him makes you feel invincible. 
His hands are all over you: massaging your nipples, caressing your tummy and grabbing your waist. When you start to move a little bit faster, his hands settle on your ass, trying to help you very subtly. It may be subtle for him but it makes a huge difference for you as he starts to hit the right spot inside you. You feel it and he definitely feels it because he makes sure to do it over and over again. Both of you are shaken because of the pleasure such a small change creates. Your moans get louder while he’s taking sharp breaths to hold himself back.
“I’m– I’m gonna–”
“I know, baby.” Your answer is quick because you can clearly see how the veins on his neck are extra visible and how his eyes are rolling back in pleasure. He doesn’t have to say it. You already know. “Me too.” 
That’s all the confirmation he needs as you gear up. When the first wave of your orgasm hits, he stops holding back. Instead, he starts to thrust back while you're still moving. 
“Fuc– Bucky!” The words slip out without intending. It feels so fucking good.
“Keep going! Keep going!” He instructs while thrusting inside you. In a matter of seconds, you are both moaning loudly.
“Oh, fuck!” He curses before he starts to spill inside you. He keeps going, just to prolong your orgasm, and what an orgasm it is! As you hold on to him, you feel breathless. He watches you as you get down from that high, tired but looking blissed out.
“You are so fucking pretty.” He closes the distance between you two and gives you a messy, sloppy kiss. “And you are mine. All mine.” 
“And are you?” You ask while still breathing heavily. “Are you mine?”
“All yours, darling. As long as you want me.”
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So apparently pitchpearl is a thing, I've been on tumblr for a while and if you know any history then you understand why selfcest doesn't surprise me in the slightest
Anyway...
dpxdc Misunderstanding that becomes reality fic: 1.5k
part 1
Warning: I plan on a very melancholic ending, its a good ending but also kinda sad
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When Danny moved to Gotham, he really had thought he wouldn't continue his hero work in this dimension.
But there was a little girl in the street that almost got hurt during a rogue attack.
But some kind of gas went off at the cafe he worked at and it's not like he really needs to breath and there were so many people.
But his University, Gotham U, was in a lock down from a random winter storm that definitely wasn't natural.
So he did what he could when he saw it and kept off of the news when he was doing class work, letting the other "vigilantes" pick up where he couldn't.
However, after a few more months of class, work, and being a vigilante (the news station that first showed him used the correct name!!), he was right back where he had been in Amity before he'd managed to close the portal.
Exhausted and failing at everything other than hero work.
The year after he had graduated high school he stayed in Amity and was able to make amends with the ghosts, being the crown prince definitely helped. He thought the ghost attacks stopping would have lessened his pa- Jack and Maddie trying to catch one. In reality they only became more and more frantic to catch the last ghost, "Mini Phantom".
Revealing he had a daughter, that that daughter was half ghost, hadn't gone well in the slightest.
The one shot Maddie managed to hit had almost destabilized her. He had grabbed her and ran into the portal. He wasn't sure how he'd done it, but in a fit of blinding rage he had destroyed both sides of the doorway to the Ghost Zone.
Frost bite had managed to get her to retract into her core. She'd need some time before she'd have a physical form again, and she'd need Danny to keep her stable for some time, but she would make it. She'd be fine in the end.
It felt weird to have two cores in his chest, but other than needing to take ecto shots it wasn't a huge change.
The last time he'd been to frostbite Ellie's core had some sort of shake to it. It could have been nothing, but a halfa was rare enough. A halfa making a never-born hadn't even been thought of. Add on, that that never-born could possibly be born a halfa was... concerning.
So here he was, in an entirely new dimension, nervously chewing on the end of his stylus, waiting to hear back from Frostbite. His study sessions lately kept being interrupted by thoughts of her. If she really was okay.
Then there was an earth shattering BOOM, that shook his entire building.
As he floated upwards and through the wall he caught a glimpse of something he had never seen before in his afterlife.
A daemon. An actual daemon with red skin and horns and a flaming tail crawling out of the ruble that used to be his front door.
Danny could sense immediately that the being wasn't from the ghost zone, but it held just as much power as one of the stronger ghost.
He transformed and landed in front of the being, "Hey! That was my front door! What gives, Rudolf?"
The daemon shook the dust off his head and looked at Phantom, then at his chest, and back at him. "I do not fight those that carry child."
"Oh... uh." He was not expecting that. "Are you okay?"
It was the daemons turn to look perplexed. "I am fighting a hellblazer, he owes me something. Refuses to pay."
"That's annoying." He looked around to see some guy in a trench coat at the end of the street. The yet to settle dust cloud making it hard to figure out any other features. "I can help if you-"
At that a massive blast of magic hit him and the daemon, sending them careening farther down the street.
Danny's vision went double and he thought he was going to throw up. All he could focus on at first was the pain as he tried to stand on wobbly legs, then it was the emptiness in his chest.
Ellie.
He closed his eyes and dropped back to the floor. He focused on her core. He found it quickly, checking it over, turning it every which way incessantly until he heard someone groan in front of him.
When he opened his eyes he was looking at two much smaller daemons, one a bright red, the other a darker wine red, sitting in a massive indent in the road. One he very luckily was on the very outskirts of.
The two immediately started to bicker, swatting at each other, but not actually fighting.
He heard footsteps on the wreckage behind him, some magic words were said and the daemons' were hand cuffed and poofed out of sight.
"Hey kid, you okay?" Trench coat asked him, not bothering to give him his hand.
"No thanks to you, you ass."
"I just saved your life." He said with a blank expression.
"The daemon wouldn't have done anything to me. Unlike you, they have a moral code."
Trench coat huffed, that seemed to ruffle his feathers. "And what would those morals be exactly?"
"They pay their debts, for one. And two, they don't magically attack people carrying children." Danny stood up and wavered. Trench coat grabbed his arm to steady him.
He stared at Danny for a few more seconds, "You're not human." It wasn't a question. He sucked in a breath, "You're not fully human."
"Ding, ding, ding." Danny tried to shake of the hellblazer's grip. "Let go of me."
"I know where to get medical attention for non humans. You need to be looked over." He said, starting the motion to make a portal.
"Nuh, uh. No. I'm fine." Danny said, patting the hand still wrapped around his arm. Trenchcoat let go and shoved him lightly, Danny felt the world twist around him as the pavement came up to meet his face.
Before he hit the ground he stopped in mid air, not by his own volition, and was gently propped back up.
"That blast spell is designed to not affect humans. You shouldn't have felt more than a breeze." Trenchcoat went back to opening up a portal, it glowed an eerie red. "Come on, well check the little one too."
Danny let himself get pulled through the red portal, it quickly closed behind them.
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His head was pounding.
"wha/t- morals- exactly?"
Talking.
"debts- two- atta/ckp/eo-ple- children."
Two voices. Two people.
"not human."
He feels empty.
"Letg/oof me."
He's hurt. His other half is hurt.
"You need to be looked over."
He opened his eyes, a man was holding his other half. His other half and his daughter.
"Nuh, uh. No. I'm fine." His other half swatted at the man.
The man pushed his other half to the ground.
He tried to reach out but his hand was barely a shimmering outline.
His other half didn't hit the ground.
There was ringing in his ears. The man would pay.
"Come on,- the little one too."
The man pulled his other half through a portal.
A sickly looking portal. A bloody color.
He floated up. Sped to the closing portal.
It closed too fast.
He wasn't fast enough.
...
It took Phantom 20 minutes to get his thoughts in order and another 10 before the ringing in his ears stopped.
He had been split in two before, but the ghost "dream catcher" the ecto-scientists made years ago had split his ghost half and his human half entirely. This was different.
He still felt a bit of his humanness. Transforming would suck though, he felt too low on ecto to do that.
His other half was in his human form when he looked. He still had Ellie nestled up against his core. But his core looked off. Although the silhouette was of a full sphere, he couldn't help shaking the thought that he saw some parts missing.
When Danny had been split before only his ghost had kept the core, it was what nearly killed them both. What made them promise to never split again.
Maybe if they both had bits of a core they'd be fine until they could reunite.
He tried to focus on his core but it made his head pound.
He'd have to hope his other half could manage as he tried to organize a rescue mission.
Although he'd managed to get a message from the Ghost Zone to Sam and Tucker, he wouldn't be able to get one dirrectly to their dimension.
He knew even trying to make a portal with his ecto as low as it was wasn't a good idea. And would be a waste of the ecto shots he had just chugged.
There was really only one hope of help he had left, one he really didn't want to ask.
A new friend he had made at the cafe.
Tim Drake-Wayne, son of Brucie Wayne. The very same Brucie Wayne that was definitely funding Batman's weird night life.
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Wow this got away from me, honestly was planning on like 500 words. I want to continue this, but if anyone wants to pick it up and play around please feel free to add stuff in the reblogs! I adore reading peoples additions to posts
(As always please please please help me writing tags i never knwo what to do with them, the lack of structure here compared to ao3 confuses me)
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misc-obeyme · 4 months
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Lesson 36 spoilers below, including the locked lesson & hard lesson...
Sorry it's a little screenshot heavy but there was a lot happening in this lesson and I was having a lot of feelings. I think I screenshotted my way through the whole thing lol.
SO. MUCH. LORE.
We got so much lore!??!?!
Things I'm freaking out about:
Mephisto's whole lecture about the underworld and its rings
the fact that trains were seen as commoner's transportation 'cause they were used by demons who couldn't fly
SOLOMON (as if he wasn't hot enough) walking through all the rings of the underworld
Solomon just kinda laughing about it and then agreeing that it's really just a tourist attraction now???? THAT'S THE UNDERWORLD YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.
He talks about the city of Dis which is straight up from the Divine Comedy. Does this mean Dante has been their resource all along?! That could explain Diavolo's Italian name...
Because he also talks about Minos who also made an appearance in the Divine Comedy... I'm just sayin!!
They said they're taking Lucifer to Cocytus?!? (Which is also in... you guessed it, the Divine Comedy. Where it's stated to be the home of traitors.)
Isn't that the same thing as the River of Lamentation?!?!
What're they gonna do, drown him???
Okay okay my list should have ended several bullet points ago.
(Though on that last one, if they're going full Dante, then they'll bury him in ice instead.)
ANYWAY.
Mephisto buying all those sweets for his little brother was the cutest thing ever. He needs to stop being precious. I was resisting so well and then he had to go and be a good brother and also be concerned about MC and ask if they were all right and yeah he's annoying but it's kind of endearing too....????
This whole part where he was just asking MC questions & worrying about them being hurt. STOP THAT. This is exactly the kind of thing I live for, you're doing on purpose, aren't you??
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You are not supposed to care!
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I warned you before to stop making me like you...
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THAT'S IT. HE'S A KEEPER.
Also do you think that when they say commoners are demons that can't fly... are they saying that demons with wings are the only ones that can be nobles? Or are they saying demons with enough power to fly whether that's with wings or not? Because isn't Barbatos actually like a duke or something? Are you really gonna tell me that guy is a commoner? Even if he does work as a butler... maybe it doesn't count 'cause he can portal himself around?
But also! We know Mephisto is a noble so does this mean his demon form has wings? I thought for sure they were going to go with a tail.
BUT ALSO ALSO do the bros not count? They should all be nobles, but they clearly aren't, but they also aren't commoners? Maybe they're neither 'cause they're fallen angels? And we know three of them have tails, so...? I'M CONFUSED ABOUT HOW THIS WORKS.
Okay, sorry I'm getting off on a bit of a tangent here. There's just so much info that we suddenly got in this lesson about the world! And while I've been wanting more such stuff, I was hoping it would clarify some things not make things more confusing.
So anyway, there's a whole lot of underworld which they've mentioned before but only briefly, so it was cool to get more info on that!
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Don't worry, Luci. MC has to travel through time as well as space and I don't think a trip through the underworld is going to cut it. I like it when you compliment Solomon, though.
I don't know how to tell you guys that the idea of Solomon walking through the underworld and laughing about it later makes me insane. So I'm just telling you straight out. I'm insane about it.
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Are we still talking about the underworld? Because when I hear "tourist attraction" I tend to think of things like the world's largest ball of twine, not playing chess with Minos, Judge of the Damned.
That whole phone conversation with him was just so good. I know I recently wrote a whole post about him being sus and he still is because it's him, but do not misunderstand me because I love that man. I love his cute little laugh that he always does.
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Then again, he's clearly terrible at lying. Good at just not saying stuff maybe, but lying directly? I'm not so sure...
So anyway, Lucifer's gonna be executed, huh? I like how both he and Mephi were like nope Diavolo is gonna fix this. They have such unwavering faith in him, it's precious.
Also, I LOVED THIS ENTIRE PART.
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Lucifer saying he knows? He knows, but this is home now for him and his brothers? And then MEPHISTO coming right back with then you should understand why MC wants to go home??
I was not expecting Mephistopheles to understand and be concerned about MC wanting to go home like that. It wasn't something like yeah you should go home you're a human and don't belong here. He didn't say anything like that at all. It was just immediately like you must miss your family. Mephisto confirmed family man!
HARD LESSON: Solomon was being a complete menace. He locked Lucifer's brothers in a room??? What's he gonna make them do!? Eat his cooking?? No, he gives his cooking to people because he loves them and wants to make them happy. So it can't be that. My mind... it goes to dangerous places... why did they have to cut off the lesson without telling us what Solomon's intentions were??
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I wouldn't mind being locked in that room with them all, though.
Please take this selection of screenshots of him being insufferable with that cute lil smile on his face.
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To be fair, he's not wrong... it was pretty funny.
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I CAN'T.
Also in the LOCKED LESSON: Barbatos my true love. This whole interaction was amazing. Simeon and Luke are so cute. Diavolo clearly doesn't know Lucifer super well yet and it's so adorable watching him figure it out. And now he's all like Barbatos how can I fix this? And Barb is just like sorry it's too late. LOL he's so strict.
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Dadbatos mode activated.
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Luke my sweet baby angel, never change!
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Diavolo's sad face is so cute, I don't know how Barb ever manages to resist it. I'd just give in to everything he ever wanted all the time. I also love how he is straight up calling Barb mean lol.
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They both look so serious. Cut him some slack, Barb!
And lastly, I only wish to leave you with this:
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Everybody knows nobody can make tea as good as Barbatos does. Not even Lucifer.
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Don't be angry, Luci. You're no Barbatos, but I'm sure your tea is delicious.
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lionlena · 5 months
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I can't be everywhere (No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader) ANGST! Part 1
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Summary: You knew Joel was a busy man, but you never thought that when you needed him most you would hear, "I can't be everywhere." As if your pain meant nothing. So you decided that you couldn't be everywhere either… You couldn't be in his heart anymore.
Warnings: ANGST, miscarriage, misunderstanding, loss, mourning, broken heart, age gap (17 years), Joel is 45, depression, Joel tries hard, but… He can't show his true emotions…
A/N: I added a small cameo from 9-1-1 Texas, Tommy, Nancy, and TK ;)
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Part 1
You met Joel by accident when your boss decided to renovate the offices. But no... He didn't transfer employees to another location or to work from home. NO. He decided that somehow all of you would share the space with the construction workers.
You were furious, as were the rest of the employees. You all understood that for the next few weeks, you would be distracted by the sounds of a drill, the hits of a hammer, the smell of paint...
And yet this was not the most distracting thing, at least for women. The Miller brothers turned out to be what prevented you from focusing on your work.
And while most of your friends sighed at younger brother, you couldn't take your eyes off Joel. Those broad shoulders, those biceps straining against the flannel shirt, the dark hair streaked with gray… He was the reason you fantasized during work, something you had never done before.
But you thought that the fantasies would end there. You realized that Joel was almost 17 years older than you. On top of that, he showed no interest in you... in anyone, really. He was a bit grumpy and silent, unlike Tommy who was constantly smiling and talking to all the women in the office.
Thanks to him, you found out that Joel had a daughter who went to college. So you quickly calculated that you were only about 8 years older than his daughter. This definitely didn't sound like a relationship that could work. Even the fact that Joel was single didn't make you dare to go beyond your fantasies.
Until one unlucky evening…
You stayed at work late to catch up. Joel stayed too and started renovating the women's bathroom. This meant that when you felt the need to use the bathroom, you had to use the men's bathroom. Unfortunately, you completely forgot that their toilet has a broken lock that sticks.
So when you calmly did what you had to do, you suddenly discovered that you couldn't leave. You quickly started to panic. It's not that you were claustrophobic. You could stay in tight spaces as long as you knew you could leave. That's why you avoided the elevator because you were terrified of getting stuck between floors.
So of course, being locked in the bathroom must have triggered a panic attack. On top of that, you left your phone on the desk. You stopped thinking straight very quickly. Instead of trying to open the door, you just started screaming and punching the door. You were probably there for about 5 minutes, but it felt like you had been there for an hour and you couldn't breathe.
Suddenly you heard someone's voice saying that he would help you soon. Then the door finally opened and you just ran out into the hall, hitting that person, but you had to get out.
You leaned back against the wall and tried to regain control. Suddenly you felt large, warm hands on your shoulders and you saw those warm brown eyes in front of you. It slowly dawned on you that the person who freed you was Joel.
"Hey… hey, calm down. Y/N, right?"
You nodded without even thinking when he found out your name.
“Okay, Y/N, focus on my voice. You're safe, nothing bad happened. Take a deep breath… and exhale. Yes, just like that. Very good.”
His calm, comforting voice and strong hands brought you back to reality. But the peace lasted only a moment and was quickly replaced by shame.
"Oh god! I'm sorry... I hit you when..."
Joel smiled and shook his head. "Relax. You didn't do anything I couldn't handle." He looked at you gently. "How are you feeling? You had a panic attack... Are you claustrophobic?"
Joel still had his hands on you and you couldn't help but think how good it felt.
"No... I'm just scared when I'm in a closed room... When I can't get out... Thank you for your help."
Joel finally pulled away from you and nodded in understanding. After a moment, he replied: "I'm glad I could help you. What are you doing here, anyway?"
"I'm doing overtime."
Joel chuckled quietly. "That's the two of us."
And suddenly you couldn't help yourself and said. "Would you like some coffee? I know it's late, but since we're both going to work some more, maybe we could use some caffeine."
Joel nodded eagerly and that was how it began.
As they say: the rest is history.
One coffee turned into daily chats and an invitation to lunch. Then an invitation to dinner turned into a hot night. The hot night turned into quickies in his truck as he drove you to work.
Even though the renovation in your office was over, your romance with Joel has only just begun. And when your friends were despairing that they didn't see Tommy anymore, you thought about your next meeting with Joel with a smile on your face.
After half a year of dating, Joel suggested that you try moving in with him. There were several reasons to agree. You kept complaining about the rent. His house was closer to your work. Joel was a busy man and living with him made it easier for you to spend time together.
And you were happy. Or at least that's what you told yourself. Joel was loved. Sex with him was great. His daughter took a liking to you when she came home for a few days, so everything was in place.
You were happy... You repeated to yourself every time your friends told you how they spent the weekend with their boyfriend at the lake, or how they were at a party and you...
You were making dinner for your tired boyfriend. You told yourself it was better this way. You have an older, mature man who gives you a stable life. You couldn't see the fact that he worked hard as a flaw. But sometimes you wondered if Joel regretted his relationship with you. Did he expect something different? He just wanted adventure and then didn't want to break your heart?
And then it happened... You thought one broken condom was no big deal. Joel thought so too. He said you'd have to be very bad luck if you were to get pregnant from one accident.
But it turned out... Bad luck... Except you couldn't think about your child like that, and Joel...
His reaction was… Neutral. He smiled and assured you that he would take care of you and the baby, but he didn't say anything more. There were no happy shouts, no kisses, no belly touching. Only this peace, which you even perceived as cold.
But you consoled yourself with the thought that it wasn't really about you, it was about Sarah's mom. Joel told you about her. About how she wanted to give Sarah up for adoption right after she was born, but Joel convinced her that they would be a happy family. However, when Sarah turned two, her mother decided she had had enough of motherhood and disappeared, leaving Joel with a broken heart and a small child.
So you thought he was afraid of a repeat. You decided that when he saw that you wanted to be a mother and that you loved this child, he would start to show his feelings.
So you loved your unborn child. You stroked your belly and talked to the baby. You took care of your diet and timidly started browsing websites selling cradles.
But Joel didn't notice this because he was practically not home. He worked even harder and you had the feeling that he was doing it on purpose to avoid you. Although he justified it by having to help Sarah stay in college. You felt sidelined.
You were 12 weeks pregnant when you woke up in the morning with terrible stomach pain. You curled into a ball and moaned in pain.
"Joel!" you shouted, hoping that maybe he hadn't left the house yet.
But only silence answered you. You slowly reached for your phone and dialed his number.
'Y/N… I'm in the car, call…'
'Joel! Something's wrong... My stomach hurts terribly.'
You heard a sigh on the other end.
'Honey, calm down. It's definitely nothing serious. Lie in bed and rest.'
You felt tears gathering in your eyes.
'I need you.'
Another moment of silence.
'An investor is coming today. I have to be there, but I promise I'll be back soon. Just try to calm down. Everything will be fine.'
His voice was soothing and even brought you relief for a brief moment. You swallowed your tears and took a deep breath.
'Okay,' you said in a weak voice.
'That's my girl. I'll call you soon. Rest, darling.'
Joel hung up and you felt another painful pressure in your lower abdomen. No matter how hard you tried to calm down. It was getting worse by the minute. And when you felt the wetness between your legs, you panicked. You looked down and saw a red stain. You grabbed the phone and called 9-1-1.
Twenty minutes later, rescuers arrived at your home. A dark-skinned woman in her early 50s was the first to approach you. She smiled at you in a friendly manner.
"Hi, Sweetheart. I'm Captain Tommy Vega, and these are my paramedics, Nancy and TK. We'll do everything we can to help you."
You nodded and moaned in pain. The young man who approached you also seemed very friendly and explained everything he was doing to you. It made you feel a little better. When they helped you onto the stretcher and told you they were taking you to the hospital, you asked:
"Will I lose my baby?"
They looked at you sympathetically. Captain Vega grabbed your hand and calmly replied, "We'll take you to the hospital, they'll check everything there."
You already knew what that meant. You lost your baby, but they didn't want to upset you. They couldn't tell you the truth directly. You nodded and asked, "Can I call my boyfriend?"
Tommy replied, "Of course, but while we're in the ambulance."
Once you were in the ambulance, you tried calling again, but Joel wasn't answering the phone. TK, seeing your sadness, grabbed your hand comfortingly, but it didn't help you much. You were in pain, your stomach hurt and you felt alone and scared. At the hospital, the doctor confirmed what you already knew. You lost your baby.
Joel wasn't there when you cried about it. He wasn't there when they put you in the hospital bed and gave you medication. He was gone... You finally texted him to let him know you were in the hospital and then you fell asleep.
When you woke up a few hours later, you felt someone holding your hand. You looked to the side and saw his brown, worried eyes.
“Joel… Our baby…” you sobbed.
Joel immediately stood up, hugged you, and kissed your forehead.
"Shhh, everything will be fine. Take it easy."
You cried for a few minutes in his arms and waited for something more. You wanted to hear more. That he is sorry, that he suffers too...
You looked at him hurt and asked, "Why weren't you with me?"
Joel grimaced slightly and you saw pain flash in his eyes for a moment, but then it disappeared and he replied coldly, "I can't be everywhere."
You blinked your eyes and looked at him. For a moment you thought you misheard. But his words echoed in your head and burned a mark on your heart. "I can't be everywhere." This wasn't what you expected. "I'm sorry I couldn't be with you." "I would give anything so you wouldn't have to go through this alone." Or at least just: "I'm sorry." You silently looked at him and waited. You waited for him to say something else, something that would even slightly help ease your pain, but Joel just sat next to you and held your hand as if that would be enough. But it wasn't enough. You wanted to cry and scream, but you felt so tired. You finally removed your hand from his and rolled onto your side, wrapping your arms around your belly.
"I want to sleep."
Joel was surprised for a moment, but then he stood up from his seat.
"Yeah, sure. I'll see you in the morning."
He kissed your head and disappeared. And with his disappearance, any remaining illusions you had that Joel wanted this baby disappeared. And why didn't he want to? Maybe it's because he never planned on staying with you long-term, and the baby would force him to do so.
Maybe he never took you seriously. You were just a girl he wanted to play with for a while. Nobody who was important. No one whom he needed. These thoughts washed over you like a wave of a great black ocean and pulled you under. You started sobbing so hard that your whole body was shaking. You've never felt so alone... So broken.
Suddenly you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder and heard the nurse's warm voice.
"Shhh, calm down. I know it hurts. I'm sorry you lost your baby."
Her words only made you cry louder. A stranger showed you more understanding and compassion than your own boyfriend who left you alone.
And maybe Joel didn't love that baby, but you did.
The next day you left the hospital and Joel took you home. Somehow he found time for it. He even told you he took two days off.
Two days!
You didn't know whether to laugh or punch him in the face. Two days for you to heal your heart. Two days for you to come to terms with the loss and return to normal life. Was this what Joel expected?
You didn't know that because you barely talked to each other. You spent most of those two days lying on the couch and staring at the TV. And Joel walked quietly around you. He would bring you sandwiches and water, cover you with a blanket, and sit at the end of the couch. He placed your legs on his lap and massaged them gently. Maybe under normal circumstances, you would have found it sweet, but the pain in your heart and the words he said in the hospital made you grow bitter. You couldn't stand him and when he went back to work, for the first time you were actually happy about it.
For the next few days, life was the same. In the morning he would get up and kiss your head. He asked if you needed anything and you said no. When he left the house, you moved to the couch and spent half the day there. Joel returned in the evening, but unlike in the old days, there was no warm dinner waiting for him. He greeted you and looked at you with something strange in his eyes. You couldn't tell if it was disappointment, anger, or pity.
You didn't care about this. Joel couldn't be everywhere and you were slowly coming to terms with the fact that you couldn't be everywhere either.
A week after the miscarriage, you made a decision. You called your best friend who lived in Florida. You cried and told her everything and heard only one sentence: "Pack up and come immediately."
And so you did. You packed two suitcases and threw them in your car. You left a short note on the kitchen table.
"I'm going away for a while. I don't know if I'll come back. I'm sorry Joel, I can't be everywhere either."
You got into the car and took one last look at Joel's house. You felt tears sting your eyes, but you stopped yourself from crying.
You couldn't be in Joel's heart anymore.
So let me just give up So let me just let go If this isn't good for me Well, I don't wanna know Let me just stop trying Let me just stop fighting I don't want your good advice Or reasons why I'm alright You don't know what it's like You don't know what it's like Don't look at me like that Just like you understand Don't try to pull me back *Katelyn Tarver - 'You don't know'
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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 3 months
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Not So Hopeless.
Alison is Eddie's new friend and you're certain she's his perfect girl. She's older, in a band, gorgeous. It's hell watching them together...
But have you got it all completely wrong?
Misunderstandings, pining, some angst, fluff
Don't copy, reuse or repost my work
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Something about Alison irked you from the start. Maybe it was the fact that she was so cool, had her shit together and was the hottest woman you had ever met.
Mostly however it was the fact that she had the biggest crush on Eddie Munson who you had been in love with since... Well forever.
Even worse was that Eddie seemed to like her back just as much as she liked him which made you seethe with jealousy.
You know that saying this made you sound bitchy or petty and you hated that but at the same time you didn't care, you weren't perfect.
Alison was basically Eddie's dream woman, she was even in a band and played guitar just like Eddie. She was a year older than him and was basically this cool, hot, older chick who Eddie thought was totally metal.
The friendship you had with Eddie was so dear to you, the both of you from totally different social circles but still bonding over your love of all things Metallica had cemented your friendship from the start.
People took one look at you and assumed so much about you without really getting to know you but Eddie was sweet with you from day one.
He made you feel happy and like you could be yourself with him. That you didn't have to be pretty, little miss Sunshine, popular girl all the time.
In time you had fallen for him, the feelings growing deeper and more intense whenever you were around him.
Fuck you wished you had spoken up sooner, because now you had to watch Eddie fall for his dream girl and you were heartbroken.
But as his friend you had to be happy for him... Even if it was killing you inside. It was a hopeless situation and you had to hide your heartache every day.
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It's been an tiring week and you wanted nothing more than to just go home and sleep. Alas, you had studying to do and the test was very important so sleep would have to wait.
Technically you should be in Hellfire but you had arrived before most of the members and it was only Eddie, Alison and a few others there.
Just seeing the two of them laughing together, a massive grin on Eddie's face and seeing how perfect the two of them looked together was more than enough for you to retreat to the library instead.
Now Hellfire was finished and you had studied enough, you head out of the library and remember with a jolt that you couldn't go home because you were meeting the girls for a late night mall trip.
Maybe it would be good for you to take your mind of things for a while?
"Sweetheart, wait up" Eddie calls to you. Shit this is why you should have just drove to the mall. You'd already skipped Hellfire which you knew Eddie would be pissed about.
Between studying in the library, wanting to avoid Alison and Eddie and this unbearable ache in your chest, you were exhausted.
"Princess, you weren't at Hellfire?"
It's raining hard and Eddie is in front of you gently touching your cheek. His eyes are full of tenderness and worry.
"Talk to me what's wrong?" you try to stop the tears but they just keep coming, you're soaked and emotional, the words just slip out.
"It's just Ali is so perfect and she's in a band, older, she's perfect for you and you should be with her" he gapes at you then recovers quickly.
"Why does thinking about me with Alison make you so upset princess?" Was he trying to embarrass you? Did you really need to say it?
Apparently you did because he was staring expectantly at you, waiting to hear what you were going to say. Something shimmering in his big brown eyes.
"You're really going to make me say it? The thought of you with Ali tears me up inside okay? Like physically hurts" You're shivering now and just want to go home, cry and eat a ton of junk food.
"Ali isn't interested in me, she likes someone else and for the record sweetheart I don't want Ali at all either. I don't care how "perfect" she is" this confuses you which makes you grow incredibly frustrated because she's everything Eddie could want... Right?
"Why?" he softens and cups your face in his hands.
"I'm in love with someone else" someone else. Your heart sinks and you back away from him feeling sick to your stomach. If not Alison then who?
"Oh... Right" he looks panicked and moves closer to you.
"Shit, Sweetheart. What I mean is I'm in love with..." Eddie is cut off when Chrissy, Taylor and Samantha drive up to the two of you.
"Babe, we're shopping for prom remember? Get your butt moving" Taylor calls to you and you nod quickly getting into the vehicle and fielding of Chrissy's worried questions about why you look so upset.
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That isn't the last you see of Eddie because he's shows up at your house that night. Literally climbs up on the roof, to your window and tumbles into your room soaking wet.
"Eddie, you'll catch your death out there" You chide him gently, anxious he will end up really sick or that he could have slipped of your freaking roof.
"Had to see you" He murmurs and gets up shaking himself and getting you wet in the process. It makes you smile and you grab a few clothes that Eddie left over from previous stays at your house.
You leave him for a moment to get dressed but he's still shirtless when you head back into your room.
Heat pools in your belly and you approach him trying to keep your expression neutral and not stare at him.
You can't but gently trace over his tattoo, lightly touching the bats one by one. There's a sharp intake of breath and you peer up at Eddie who's eyes look wild and full of need.
"Sweetheart, you never let me finish what I wanted to say earlier. I'm in love with you. You're my girl, my badass, beautiful, kind, loving and totally clueless about how into you I am girl"
He strokes your cheek and you feel like your on cloud nine, wishing you had stayed earlier and hadn't spent the day wondering who the person was.
What a mess. This could have been fixed so quickly if you just stopped for a second and listened.
"I really messed up. I should have listened Eddie" he holds you close to him and presses a kiss to your forehead.
"Would have saved us a whole lot of pining and shit princess" he teases then he leans forward and captures your lips with his.
Then he breaks away for a second and looks deep into your eyes.
"I love you princess" happiness overwhelms you for a second and you cuddle back into Eddie telling him how much you love him too.
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Alison joins you at the table as you watch Eddie perform at The Hideout on Sunday. Since you and Eddie confessed your feelings everything has been just heavenly.
"So Eddie told me that you thought I liked him? I mean I do but totally not like that at all" you freeze and feel mortified as she brings it up.
"Yeah, Eddie said that. I guess I was just a little jealous. I thought you were Eddie's perfect girl. I got it so wrong"
Alison giggles, big blue eyes filling with mirth.
"Yeah you did. Honey, I'm not interested in Eddie. Never have been. Besides anyone can see he's totally in love with you" Oh... Well shit you really were clueless about how he felt.
"I'm such an idiot. I'm so sorry" you cringe feeling silly for being so stupid. Alison waves off the apology.
"We all feel crazy emotions being in love, honey everyone knows how Eddie feels. It's so obvious"
Yeah to everyone but you apparently.
"It's actually Eddie's friend Jackson that I like. The cute bartender who works at The Hideout, Eddie's been helping me pluck up the courage to ask him out, which totally worked fyi" Ali beams.
You knew this as well know and couldn't belive that you couldn't see how Eddie felt. Now that you had both confessed your feelings, the way Eddie looked at you... How the hell did you miss that?
Alison hugs you then heads over to Jackson who wraps his arms around her and they kiss.
Corroded Coffin finishes up their song and you cheer for them and meet Eddie as he comes up to you. He's all sweaty and hyped up, beaming as he kisses you.
"There's my girl, come on let's go back to my castle yeah?" you nod, take his hand and leave with him. Excited about what the night and the future will hold for the two of you.
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THE CHOICES THAT WE MAKE
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HUMAN/HYBRID! BTS X HUMAN! READER SOULMATES/HYBRIDS/ANGST AU
Chapter 15 (4k words)
For more information about this story, find it here
Seokjin's POV
When I arrive home after a long day that granted me the meeting of two mates, I begin and finish my entire routine of showering and doing my skincare before changing into nightclothes without a single thought crossing my mind other than them.
Hoseok and Y/N.
It was hard to focus on my new tasks when I couldn't have either of them by my side even though I knew them to be so near, or when my most vivid memory of one was of her crying and sobbing with heartbreak, of her trembling body fitting so perfectly in my arms.
Oh, what I wouldn't give to hug her again, without all the tears. But I know that this morning was hard for her, with its intense load of anxieties that could only grow with the years that kept her away from our other mates.
Hoseok and I couldn't possibly blame her for breaking down in front of us. I rather feel like it was a good thing that it happened right away, to free her from some of that pain.
And we did end on a positive note, a good thing considering that it was our first meeting, but I wish we could've stayed by her side anyway.
Hoseok and I struggled parting ways after exiting her office, especially after all that we'd heard and seen, but we knew that we couldn't stay with her on our first day at our new job, not without causing some sort of misunderstanding.
The supervisors had been quick to send us a message telling us which department had been more likely to suit us, and we had to make our way there right away to talk with the managers so they could help us settle down and learn more about the tasks under their responsibility and what they were all about.
I ended up in translations, surprisingly.
I've always had an ease with languages, but never had a chance to prove myself until now. My previous jobs all refused to make use of my talent by fear that I wouldn't be good enough, so it's nice to be given that trust for once.
I later learned from Hoseok himself, during lunchtime in the fancy cafeteria, that he'd been sent to the sales department, and he too seemed pretty happy about that.
It showed us that they took our comfort and preferences very seriously, and that means a lot to me, especially as a hybrid. My answers to the test's questions were all respected, even when it came to my environment and how I wish people would interact with me.
No touching my wings or standing behind me without making a noise, those were my more obvious requests, and everyone so far has made sure to let me know that they were near me when I couldn't see them, or made extra steps to avoid walking into one of my slightly outstretched wings whenever I'd stand and stretch after spending hours at a desk.
Everyone has been respectful, no judging eyes on my form, nor did I hear anything that left a bad taste in my mouth, which had become the norms at my previous jobs, to a point that I'd given up on being treated normally. Not being the only hybrid to work there was also a good feeling.
BeyondGold truly is the haven that we were promised, and that my mate is behind it makes me incredibly proud. She's slowly changing the world to make it a better place for people like me, and now I can help too.
I gaze around the dark and empty living room, no energy left in me to stand and turn on the light when silence so softly caresses my mind after the busy day I just had, and my eyes fall to the soulmark on my palm.
It clearly wasn't a dream since it didn't disappear from my skin, and it is the most beautiful mark I have ever seen in my life. No other could look as pretty to me as this one does.
I let a finger trail softly over each flowers, and then stop it over the paler one.
As if only a tenth of the healing was accomplished today, it hasn't gone any darker since our moment in Y/N's office, and it makes me wonder if her bond will go back to normal only after she's met everyone else again.
Like it represents the state of her own soul, incomplete and slightly erased, because isn't that what she had to do to protect the others? She had to remove herself from the picture, from everyone's life.
It's hard to believe that so much pain had to happen while I wasn't part of their life yet, that they had time to love each other, and then hurt each other before I could meet any of them.
I don't like that, don't like that I couldn't prevent anything, as if the younger version of me would've known what to do.
Would I have followed her at the time if I'd noticed that something was wrong?
Or would I have stayed back with the others to comfort them in her absence?
My eagle form does allow me a freedom that most hybrids do not get to experience, and while not quite legal for me to fly anywhere in my animal form, I don't doubt that I would've broken every rules for her.
And yet, I could not do that.
Life decided to isolate her, and then... that part of her life is dark, covered in smoke and flaws and spiderwebs, not to be seen by anyone else but her. What happened to her after she was taken away?
Why did things fall apart the way they did? I have so many questions, and so few answers.
I sigh before deciding to move forward with registering my mark so that I can let the others know about her, just like Hoseok and I promised her we would.
I'm feeling a bit nervous, obviously, there are so far at least four soulmates who I haven't met yet, but I'm also determined to get in contact with them, for her sake as well as for mine.
We didn't think about exchanging our phone numbers before parting ways so I cannot message or call Y/N to let her know about how it went, but I'm sure I could request to meet her if I ask my manager.
The next time we meet, we're going to have to make sure we can contact each other more easily before leaving again because this is quite unnerving, it's hard to be left on my own like this when I already miss the two of them.
I sigh before grabbing my phone from my seat beside me. Complaining won't serve me for now, so it's best to do what I can for tonight and leave the rest to tomorrow.
"Well... here goes nothing. Let's see how this soul registry works".
Your POV
When San stops the vehicle in front of the mansion, the sky has already turned a dark blue, forcing the street lights to compensate and share their brightness with the world to allow sight to human eyes again.
It's quiet and... eerie, in a way, but there's also a calmness to this scene that helps my nerves to fall at ease.
We both step out of the car, then make our way across the lawn to reach the front door that I unlock with the spare key, one of the two that came with the lock. Those in charge of the renovations will have to give it back once everything's over, but that doesn't worry me.
It's not like there's anything to steal anyway, not yet, and San will probably change the lock again once it's time to move in.
I take a deep breath as I feel his warmth from behind me, and I push the door open before turning on the light switch to my right, after which the rooms come to view at the same time.
Dust raises a little when I make a step inside, and I cough with a hand before my mouth to keep myself from inhaling more, my other hand waving in front of my face to get the particles away.
I leave space for San to get inside so he can close the door, and I look around me with a ball of worry and discomfort in my stomach.
This place is just as big as I remember, and its emptiness can only increase the impression that at least a hundred people could easily fit in the main area alone, though I never saw it happen.
If I think about it, my parents were never really ones to invite anyone over. I never met any of their friends, nor did it ever cross my mind that they might be without.
The subject seemed to bother them, so I learned to drop it at a young age. It's rather a peculiar thing to remember, but I guess we were always a strange family to the neighbourhood. It's no wonder that I couldn't make friends.
I walk further inside until I reach the intersection that connects the two wings with the main hallway, then stop again to glance in both directions, memories filling my mind of my carefree younger self as I explored the building like it was some sort of castle filled with secrets.
I was so eager to find all of them back then. Until my mother deemed that behaviour unworthy of someone my age, and I was forced into silent elegance, such as to keep others away from my person.
I hum softly, remembering the many closed doors that seemed to come with curses of old whenever I'd lay a hand on the cold surface to push them open in the middle of the night, something that used to bring me peace.
My family never used any of the accessible facilities in the building, which makes me wonder why they bought this building to begin with. I don't see a point in buying such an expensive manor if you're going to use only a quarter of its space.
I know for a fact - as I have walked in there way too many times to observe the moon's reflection onto the surface of the dirty water - that there is an inside pool in the left wing, with huge glass panels that make up a good portion of the dome ceiling to allow the light to fall like a shower of stars.
It's the only room in the entire mansion that I know of to have such a special ceiling. It's probably my most favourite place to be, even though I don't feel particularly drawn to the water itself.
There is an outdated theater that was also never used other than for my nightly escapades right besides the pool room, and another unused room that could maybe make a... gaming room or something.
An arcade, Jungkook would probably love that.
I don't really know how they were adjusted throughout the years though, as a few families apparently lived here after my disappearance, but I heard from the contractors that the rooms weren't so bad, though that didn't matter much as I requested that everything gets taken out to start anew anyway.
As for the right side of the building, I know that there is a wing of bedrooms that were left mostly empty for the entire time that we lived here. I believe they were live-in quarters for the staffs that used to work for the previous families of older mentalities, much like maids and butlers.
I wouldn't be surprised if most of them were hybrids, and I can only hope that they were treated properly during their stay between these walls.
I walk further inside the silent building slowly, eyes surveying one room at a time and seeing the progress that was made with pleased nods of the head. So far, everything seems to be going well.
The flooring has yet to be installed, but I'm sure that it will be done soon. There are boxes in the sunroom for what I assume will be the kitchen cabinetry, and there's even the protected island's quartz counter that was pushed against the wall for when its time comes.
My hope is that everything will look so different from the past, that my brain won't be able to realize that it's the same space at all. I admit that this is a bit ridiculous, but seeing this place empty so far does the trick, just as I'd wanted.
I might remember the layout of the mansion well, but the resemblance ends there.
The living room won't be at the same place, the kitchen's layout will look different, and the dining table will be in the sunroom, just because I like that there are many windows surrounding it instead of the dark corner that encouraged my parents' bad moods.
The gardens outside already look a lot better than when I was a kid, but I have plans to make them look even better and cozy so that I can spend some time outside to read with the smells of flowers and herbs around to soothe my soul.
I do wonder what it would feel like to see my soulmates in their animal forms run around the lawn, between the trees and flowers that cover the surface of grass like sprinkles of magic, as if their sole mission is to offer warmth in someplace already dead.
I wonder if Jungkook and Taehyung would have fun hiding from each other and playing like their kind is meant to do while I gaze at the scene with a book on my lap. I certainly would like that.
I find the staircase to my right, and I pause where I am as I see right at the top of the last stair my old bedroom. I don't have many good memories about it, other than the fact that this is where I would store my most cherished treasures.
It was never meant to be safe for me, unlike the forgotten rooms of the mansion that used to silently hug my crying form when the moon would rise high in the sky and I was in need of comfort.
I still remember as if it happened yesterday, the day when my father randomly came in drunk and pulled me out of bed and against the wall before kicking his anger into my bones.
It's still a mystery to me how I managed to hide my wounds from the guys the next day.
It's a mystery how I could hide anything from them at all. I almost wish I hadn't remained so silent about the abuse, if only I'd spoken up about what my parents had done to me. I wonder what would've happened then.
I sigh, knowing it futile to think about such a thing, then forcefully drag my eyes away from the door up the stairs and to the bathroom that is in the middle of being completed. The flooring is done, and except for the shower, everything seems to be in function.
Honestly... I doubt the second floor will serve much.
The ballroom was a closed access from the very beginning, just like the pool, and besides another live-in quarter and where my parents used to sleep, there's not much to see.
Of course, my parents owned the biggest bedroom of the building, which was closer to the ballroom, but I never really went there as they didn't like to see me in that area.
Maybe they hid things that I wasn't meant to see? I'll most likely never know.
I just know that I will not take over the master bedroom.
I'll instead take one of the rooms on the main floor, in the unused wing. There are many bedrooms there, so I can take the one that offers me the prettiest outside view, and I already have an idea of which one it is.
I turn right into the large hallway and make my way to the room furthest at the end, which I know to be bigger than the others. It used to be a piano room, and the instrument settled over the platform by the windowed half that protruded out into the gardens.
Rose bushes and fruit trees would sit beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sun would shine down on those who would play the instrument, giving them a magical shine as their fingers would bring to life endless songs to bring healing.
That's the only good thing my older brother used to bring into my life - music.
But then he suddenly stopped caring about it, and our budding relationship as brother and sister broke as fast as he'd closed the door for the last time.
I push the same door open, then let my gaze wander across the large room.
It's empty, just like everywhere else, and now that I'm bigger, the room also feels smaller. It's going to be perfect though, I don't need much space to be comfortable.
I already have in mind to place my bed where the piano used to be, with thick curtains that will fall from the ceiling over every windows to give me intimacy, though it's not like anyone could look in from the outside.
The gigantic backyard was made so not even my neighbours can see anything, and enough trees cover the area so that no one from the main garden can see into this room unless they stand right in front of the windows.
Hopefully I can make the large room look cozy so I can relax more easily. The penthouse doesn't really allow me that much back in the city, I find that it's too... cold. Not enough nature around.
Here will be different though. I'll have flowers inside, plants to add warmth and colour. Paintings on the walls to bring life into the space, anything to make sure it doesn't end up like before due to my parents' neglect.
"Where do you want your bedroom to be, San?" I ask the dog hybrid who has followed me in silence from the very beginning, and he makes a soft sound as he comes to stand besides me where we both gaze at the garden together.
"I might settle upstairs, I like how quiet it is. There's a library up there, so I'd like the room beside it. Are you going to hire live-in staff to help you care for your property? It will get dusty quickly if you don't have a few people here to clean the mansion regularly".
I scrunch my nose a little at his comment, although I know that he's right.
This mansion is too big for me to clean on my own. I had to give up back then since it was too much work for one person, but I don't like the idea of having people live here for the sole reason of cleaning behind me.
"You would need a gardener as well, and a chef, unless you want me to manage the kitchen here as well".
"A chef would be... a bit much, San. I can cook too. A gardener might indeed be necessary with the gardens and inside plants that I have in mind, but it won't be before we've settled in properly".
We fall silent again, content to simply bask in the emptiness that surrounds us. It somehow feels easy on the mind, with no distractions to weight on our senses.
"I'll see about the live-in staffs, but I don't feel comfortable about it, San. I don't like that, it feels like I'd be just as bad as those who abuse of their workers. What kind of person does that make me if I hire maids?" I finally admit after a moment of reflection, and the rottweiler turns to stare at me with eyes that let me know he's not pleased with what I just said.
"Y/N. People would cry of happiness if they only could manage to get hired by you. You are not like your parents, not like Hae-in, you are someone who respects beings and boundaries alike. You make those who are unworthy feel like they are precious and worth loving. That's what you did for me, so I would know what I'm talking about.
"Giving people a roof over their head, a comfortable bed to sleep on, food to eat, proper breaks and a freedom that goes with a salary proportionate to how hard they work will not make you into someone who abuses of your workers, but into someone who offers a life worth living. I wish you would stop being so scared of being someone you cannot be".
I purse my lips bashfully as he speaks those words with confidence, my ears turning hot as embarrassment fills my chest.
What am I supposed to say to that?
I clear my throat before looking away from him.
"I guess... I guess we could see to it that we hire a few staffs to take care of the mansion, then. Can I let you take care of that? You're a better judge of character than I am, I fear that I would let the wrong people inside, and that's far from what I need as I start over in my hometown".
Not the least surprised that he managed to convince me, but still happy to see that it was easier to convince me than he expected, he nods his head with a spark in his eyes, a tiny smile tugging at his lips and making me smile back.
It really isn't so bad to have someone by my side like this. San keeps me from getting overwhelmed by choices that aren't always the best for me, but that feel the safest for my heart.
I don't want to imagine what would've happened had I been without him from the day I was taken by the mafia leader.
I think it's safe to say that I might not be alive today if it weren't for him.
"Let's go see the inside pool, I want to see what state it's in, not to forget the theater room. I don't really know what to make of it just yet" I let out so we can change onto another topic that I can handle better, and he nods before following me closely again.
"I don't believe the pool was used often by the previous families either. It might be a good idea to have it inspected by professionals before we use it. The theater may be equipped with the latest technology to offer a real cinema experience, but do you even like movies?".
"I'm not sure. I never was allowed to watch movies when I was young, and it's not like I have any free time to do so when I'm working so much today. But it might be interesting to give it a try".
With that said, we keep walking around the mansion for a bit longer, just to have an idea of what to do with each rooms, and he does share some insights about what he thinks would be better, seeing as he has more experience than I do about such big spaces.
Hae-in's house was gigantic as well.
It was even bigger than here, and there were so many repeats of the same rooms that I came to wonder what was even the point. It's not something I want to see happening here, but I am expecting for some rooms to remain unused once more.
I wonder if Hoseok and Seokjin would agree to move in with me if I were to ask them. It would make the mansion.. less empty and more alive.
They could choose one of the many rooms next to mine, and we could rest easy knowing that we're near one another. I purse my lips as I think it over, my heart and mind both begging for me to ask them even though we just met.
I guess I could always ask them later, there's no harm in that. Then they can refuse and settle the matter for once so I don't remain with wishful thinking in my little lonely corner.
But who knows... they could also agree, and that would make me incredibly happy.
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hiii, love your “your mbti, your relationship with jjk man” so i wanted to request infj and enfj if possible? thanks!
Your MBTI, Your Relationship With JJK Characters Part 3
Part 1 / Part 2
a/n: Thank you anon for this request . I really hope you enjoy them 😭🫶🏻.
Also thanks to @nozaki547 and @li-m-ii for requesting INFJ, enjoy 💞
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INFJ:
Megumi Fushiguro = Boyfriend.
You crave meaningful and deep connection when it's about love. You want a partner that will commit for life. And Megumi is 100% the man that would make it work. Always keeping a keen observant eye on you to make sure you're comfortable all the time. He fell for your mysteriousness, you were hard to read at first so he found you interesting, but he grew to understand you and your needs. If he senses that you're cold he'll bring you a blanket. Craving something? He's going to make/buy it for you. Like any other introvert you need your personal space, so does Megumi. So both of you respect each other's boundaries but with a protective instinct in case you need comfort. You have mutual values and both of you date to marry, so your relationship is for the long run. You expect a lot from others so he always satisfies your expectations and never disappoints. He's your ride or die.
Okkotsu Yuta =Bestfriend
Yuta is an empathetic person and INFJS value people who are compassionate and supportive during highs and lows. Without second thought Yuta would be the perfect bestie for you. He's always ready to engage into a meaningful conversations with you talking about interesting topics concerning life and your personal growth. You have a healthy friendship since both of you avoid conflicts and always work on solving any misunderstandings. You are supportive and selfless so you always make sure to be there for him and push him forward when he feels insecure. Both of you rely on each other in comforting and making each other feel understood, heard and important.
Ryomen Sukuna = Obsessed with you.
Living in Yuji's body Sukuna always observed your interaction with your friend group. He was blown away by the fact thay you crack others' exterior just by observing them. While in contrast, they know little about you. You didn't only understand them by being an observant but also knew the exact appropriate words to say in order to comfort people around you. So he switches with Yuji to manipulate you to open up. He desperately wanted to know you on a deeper level, your strengths, your weaknesses, your likes, your dislikes, your deepest secrets but as an INFJ you've always been keeping your guards up especially around him. And that what pushed Sukuna to thrive to force you open up to him. Developing an obsession and interest in you and you mysteriousness.
Mai Zenin = Antagonist.
You are a supportive and selfless person who is good at comforting others and making them feel worthy. Mai, is the complete opposite she is rude, egocentric and selfish. You help people up and she brings people down. You remain true to yourself but she lacks authenticity and always fakes her personality to try to appear better than others around her. INFJs are very observant so you couldn't help the discomfort you felt around her, you can't stand each other so you simply ignore her existence in order to avoid getting into fights.
ENFJ
Ino Takuma = Boyfriend.
ENFJs are drawn to people with a positive outlook on life who bring joy and optimism. And Ino is definitely the one. He is cheerful person who contributes to a harmonious, happy relationship. Ino is an extremely nice person, supportive and empathetic which is a common trait in you. He treats you with a huge respect and care willing to risk his life for your safety. He tends to be needy emotionally and with you valuing passionate emotional ties, you would be more than perfect together. Giving each other all the love and care needed to recharge. You're each other's number one fan. Daily encouragement words and notes are a must. He is very expressive and open about his feelings with honesty and that makes things easier for both of you especially solving issues before growing into conflicts. Ino and you consider helping people who are in need as an honorable duty which creates a sense of union and shared goals between you both you. His favorite thing to do is gaming together while he holds you close.
Gojo Satoru = Your teacher.
You're his favorite student there's no discussion in that. He likes your intellectual creativity and curiosity and how you always ask interesting questions, that also benefits other. He is a cheerful person who got a lot of energy so he appreciates the way you're like him, hyping up your classmates in class or before a missions giving them a big dose of motivation. For you it's easy to have him as your teacher, you have a flexible relationship not only the classroom but also outside school. You often hang out together and enjoy teasing Megumi. He is very open-minded and as an ENFJ you're often expressive about your issues, so he plays his role well in giving you the right advice that would help you grow. Both of you turn the classroom into a lively space mixing serious studying with the humor. He urges his student to be like you. He puts you under a lot of tests and challenges, you're a precious student for him so he wants to make sure you're strong and independent enough to succeed in both your educational and social life. Rewards you a lot, he often treats you sweets.
Geto Suguru = Ex-boyfriend.
ENFJs are givers in relationships they always make sure their partner is loved and cared for, they prioritize their loved ones in everything and of course they expect the same. But it wasn't the case with Geto. Even though he loved you he didn't show it, and always put his goals and interests first, even before you, completely neglecting your emotional needs. Being open to discussion you expressed your feelings to him, standing by your opinion but he repeated this dismissiveness leading to frustration in your relationship that ended with a breakup.
Itadori Yuji = Partner in crime.
The dynamic duo, your friendship is the source of joy for both of you. You and Yuji have an adventurous spirit willing to explore new things together with full enthusiasm, not caring about the possible risks you may face. Energetic duo, feeding on each other's optimism to keep going. You do a lot of fun outdoor activities together. A lot of people think that you are dating. During tasks you merge your efforts and skills focusing on your shared goal. Your determination is fueled by your empathy towards others. You face challenges with open arms knowing that you've got each other's backs no matter how complicated the situation could be. You always succeed in your tasks looking at each other with the proud smiles creating lasting memories.
Thanks for reading, remember this piece of writing is just for entertainment purposes, also imo, so it's not necessarily accurate ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡
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Dearest Cat, I am on my knees and begging for your consideration regarding my idea. Villain fainting into heros arms. You are awesome and I do not know how to write asks. Have a good day queens
"No, it's..." The villain put a hand against their forehead, taking a deep breath. It felt a little too hot in here. "It's not like that."
The hero still stared at them as if they were about to murder them which - considering the circumstances - wasn't even that far from possible. Breaking promises wasn't the villain's style and getting on the hero's bad side was something they tried to avoid. Most of the time.
"It's a misunderstanding," they tried to explain. They bit their lip and contorted their face when a new wave of pain hit them. It was their stomach, their head...the villain wasn't sure. They took in another deep breath.
"We had an agreement," the hero said. They weren't someone to lose many words but they were clearly and undeniably pissed.
"We did and I...I kept my promise." The villain swallowed. They looked around the hero's office in a panic. No cameras, but guards outside, the villain saw them when the hero had walked in. Fleeing wasn't a smart move anyway. The hero was faster and stronger. "I'm not spying on you."
"And yet, you're here," the hero said, eyeing them.
"I know I promised to stay away but I...god, it's hot in here..." The villain gasped for air as cold sweat ran down their back and chest.
"Is that supposed to be a pick-up line?"
"No, I..." Breathe. "I found information on the project and...I did some digging."
The villain's eyes jumped from place to place, trying to focus on something but they could barely concentrate. What was the project about again? Weapons? Illegal trading? Bribery?
"Someone is working here and using information - your information - to work on the project." The villain felt like they were about to throw up any second now. "I know I am not allowed to be here but...the guards, I couldn't just walk in here..."
"Sit down," the hero said. Their shoulders relaxed and their eyes were big, as if curiosity had gotten the better of them.
"No, it's okay..." The hero walked up to them and pushed them gently into the hero's own chair. Although the villain knew the hero could be hard to understand at times, they felt weirdly safe. The hero wasn't irrational. It was reasonable to be upset about the villain's appearance, since they had agreed on staying out of each other's business.
"Have you eaten anything today?"
"They have been selling your information," the villain said. Their headache got worse, spreading across their scalp.
"What did you eat today?"
"A bagel...I drank some coffee."
"From home or did you buy it?" the hero asked, strangely serious, as they sat down on another chair in front of the villain.
"I bought the coffee on my way here," the villain said. The hero sighed. They hadn't seen each other for an entire week. That was long, wasn't it?
"Well, count yourself lucky that you've trained your body to become drug resistent. Mostly," the hero said as they stood up again. They offered the villain a hand and even though they didn't understand, they took it.
"What do you..."
"Think about it, honey. Someone who has access to my data. All my data. Everything. A big amount of that data is about villains. And someone who has access to that knows when they're spotted." The hero exhaled dramatically. "We're dealing with a professional here. Someone who figured out you came to warn me. Someone who tried to poison you this morning."
"That's a reach..." The villain hissed as sharp pain cut through their stomach and through gritted teeth they continued, "but not entirely improbable. That coffee tasted funky."
They pulled themselves up and fell into the hero's arms. They apologised but the hero's arms were already supporting them, pulling them close.
"You're very calm about this," the villain mumbled. Their knees weakened but the hero held them close, making sure they didn't fall.
"You're very hard to kill, speaking from experience." At that, the villain smirked. The tip of their nose nudged against the hero's neck. "Nevertheless, you need a medic."
"I'm fine..." the villain lied. The hero slowly walked with them towards the door and the villain was pretty sure they would die any second now. "This was important."
"You're very sweet for warning me," the hero said. "But I hope you know that I have to get the situation under control. You're not gonna leave this building for a very long time, I'm afraid."
The villain couldn't have cared less about that.
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Genshin characters reacting to GN reader falling asleep.
(Part 2)
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Characters: Xiao, Zhongli, Childe (tartaglia/ajax), Kazuha.
Warnings: Cussing and mentioning thoughts of death [childe], sexual misunderstanding [zhongli]
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Childe
Being in a relationship with the well-known Childe was certainly a hassle in itself. You had many close encounters, causing your poor boyfriend to always be on edge. This also meant you didn't have the luxury of many things, like being alone outside. However, him always working made you lonely so you would often sit outside of his door and wait for him. Soon enough your eyes started to get heavy, sleep quickly taking over.
When Childe opened his door and saw your body limp on the floor, the blood drained from his skin. "Fuck come on (y/n)" he grabbed your body and shook you heavily. The gingers heart was beating hard against his chest as his brain turned into a fog. However, that fog quickly dissipated as you groggily opened your eyes "tartaglia??". He let out a heavy breath as he hugged you tightly "babe I'm gonna need you to never do that again." Before you could ask what happened, he kissed your lips and lifted you up. He placed you down on the couch and plopped his weight on top of you. "Let's sleep before you give me another heart attack"
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Kazuha
The ship rocked slowly, the warm sun beating down onto each of the crew members. It was morning time, Beidou had us stop at an abandoned island to grab some fresh fruits, and hopefully, there was some treasure. You had decided to stay back and read your boyfriends poems. There wasn't much for you to do anyways so why not? Soon enough, the rhythmic rocking swayed you to sleep.
Afternoon had hit, the rest of the crew had come back and started to make some lunch. "(y/n)?" A voice called out from the stairs, footsteps made their way to the slumbering body. A bandaged hand grazed your cheek softly, as small kisses peppered your face. Your eyes fluttered open to only be met with loving red ones. "C'mon love, lunch is ready." he said before he kissed your lips lovingly.
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Xiao
Xiao was called by Aether, he had a deal with him to where if anything happened to just call his name. He had that for a few people, so you couldn't be angry at him suddenly disappearing. You sat in your room at Wangshu Inn. It wasn't certain if Xiao would come back tonight, but just in case you placed down some almond tofu. As the moon light lit the sky, you laid down in your bed. There had been many times when you had been alone waiting for your demon killer to come back, but it didn't make it less lonely. You closed your eyes and went off to dream land.
The door to your room creaked open, revealing the anemo yaksha. His eyes landed on the tofu and then quickly moved to your sleeping body. Not wanting to waste your delicious food, he took a few bites of the tofu and walked over to you. Carefully, he moved the pillow that you were cuddling and placed himself in your arms. "I'm back, sleep well"
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Zhongli
The old archon had been with you for hundreds of years, each chapter making new friends. In this chapter of your life, a devious rich asshole named Childe waltzed in. And now here are the two of you sitting in a private room waiting for the ginger boy to join you. The both of you were reading a book together, your head leaning on Zhonglis shoulder as he read the words aloud. Childe was very late, most likely getting stuck with some authorities. Zhongli took another sip of his tea as he flipped the page of the book.
"He's taking a while, isn't he my dove?" His deep honey-like voice said. However, when he didn't gain a response, he peered down. His golden eyes looked at his beloved, your eyes were closed as you set off to dream land. He carefully moved your body down to his lap as he brushed his lengthy fingers through your hair. (If you lack hair then he softly massaged your head)
Shortly after the one and only Childe slammed into the room, startling you from Zhonglis lap "Oh hoo hooo~ now what were you two doing~~~"
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