#i know i dont have the cleanest room

[kawaiianimeredhead]

Really conflicted about hearing my housemates dog making noise in her room...

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Starting to deep clean my apartment :)

[lordprettyflackotara]

noise || ben drowned || maid!reader || (𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓵𝔂pasta au)

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: switch!stoner!ben, orgasm denial, thigh riding, face fucking, weed use (duh)

You awkwardly jogged down the main hallway, arms full of cleaning supplies. You had accidentally caught Jeff at a bad time, the pale killer soaked in blood and unhappy with his new wound that came from his victim. Pissing him off was not an intentional act, but it was one you were certainly going to pay for. Apparently tending to the blood soaked floor before him was insulting. You found this absurd considering you were the mansions maid, not doctor. Nevertheless your attention being focused elsewhere pissed him off, resulting in your feet pattering against the floor as you ran down the hall.

Your bottles full of various cleaners swished around as you turned the corner, your body ramming straight into an all too familiar blonde. A wave of marijuana invaded your nostrils, bong water splashing out of his glass piece and landing on the both of you. “Oh shit i’m so so sorry,” You say. Awkwardly you ripped off a paper towel, trying to dab at Ben’s shirt. Ben wasn’t much taller than you, a joint loosely hanging from his lips as he looked down at you. “Dont sweat it princess. Say uh, is there a reason you’re running a marathon?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. It was then the loud pounding stomps interrupted your conversation, your face turning red. “Where are you?! You little bitch!” Jeff screeched. Frantically you grabbed his army green hoodie, pawing at the fabric.

“Hide me!”

Ben may have been too high to fully comprehend your request, but that didn’t stop him from shoving you into his bedroom and shutting the door.

You gasped, a couple of your cleaning bottles falling from your arms. It was then you slapped your hand over your mouth, determined to keep quiet as Jeff’s storm raged on. “Where is she?” You heard him hiss, presumably at Ben. Unknowingly to you the blonde stood on the other side of the door, unfazed by Jeff’s absurd antics, “Where’s who?” Ben asked nonchalantly. Jeff angrily paced back and forth, his blood soaked boots littering the floor with footprints. “That little maid. You know who i’m talking about,” Jeff barked. Ben shrugged, taking his lighter out of his pocket. “Couldn’t tell you dude. Want a hit?” Ben asked, gesturing to the joint that he was now relighting.

Jeff dramatically threw his hands up, stomping away. “Jesus everyone in this mansion is fuckin useless,” He grumbled, continuing his hunt for you. You jumped as Ben’s door opened, the blonde stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. “You look like a scared bunny, relax pretty princess. Here, try this,” Ben offered. You watched him inhale the joint, his pointy ears twitching as he did so. He hoped you couldn’t notice how much he was staring at your exposed breast in that slutty piece of clothing you were forced to call a work uniform. Somehow the lanky man’s calm demeanor made you feel somewhat relaxed. He seemed so much more down to earth than the others. So much so it almost made you forget he was a killer just like the rest of them. Almost.

Hesitantly you reached out, grabbing the joint and taking it in between your fingers. “I haven’t smoked since high school,” You admitted sheepishly, bringing the joint to your lips. You inhaled briefly at first, allowing the smoke to circulate around your lungs. “You’re gonna love this then. I get that premium shit. If there’s one thing you’re gonna know about me, you should know my green is always going to be out of this world,” Ben replied, confidence lacing his words. You looked so cute to him, awkwardly sitting on your knees on his bedroom floor. Band posters and neon led lights covered the walls, while groovy lava lamps and incense burned in the background. It was the cleanest creep room you had ever seen. As you exhaled you began to cough, your eyes watering as you handed Ben back the joint.

“Noted. Holy fuck that’s strong,” You gasped, trying to cover the sound of your coughs with your hand. Ben reached over to his mini fridge, digging past the unholy amount of monsters and handing you some bottled water. “Thanks,” You say in between coughs, tears flooding your waterline. The blonde sat himself down beside you, raising his hand and tenderly wiping away a line of tears falling down your cheek. You chugged the water, the icy cold liquid combating the fire that had engulfed your throat. “You’re cute when you cry,” Ben mumbled. If you weren’t so focused on your coughing, his suggestive comment would’ve made you incredibly flustered. You swallowed, regaining some form of composure after you wiped away your other tears.

“You too,” You managed to pant, referring to the stray drops of crimson blood that fell down his cheeks. Ben seemed unfazed by it, a mischievous grin creeping across his lips. “You’re a witty one. I can see why everyone likes you so much,” He chuckled. You watched, completely mesmerized as he exhaled the smoke through his nose. You let his comment slip past you, wanting to focus on the man before you and not all of the previous ones that had kept you up late at night. “Holy shit that’s so cool. Teach me,” You say, grinning lazily. Ben shook his head, inhaling and exhaling through his mouth this time. He pointed it towards the ceiling, the hazy smoke disappearing into the air. “Not this time pretty princess. I give it two more hits and you’re gonna be cooked,” He explained, causing you to roll your eyes. You became more relaxed as you inhaled this time, your coughs minimal and cleaning supplies long left discarded at the blondes doorway.

You leaned back against the closest wall, Ben sitting in front of you. He was so enchanted by your beauty, watching you hit the joint like a goddess. “What are you looking at?” You asked shyly. Ben leaned forward, tucking some stray hairs behind your ear. “You. You’re awfully pretty,” He mumbled, his words only audible enough for you to hear. You could feel your face turn red as you exhaled, the blue led lights concealing your blush. You weren’t sure what to say, the blonde making your stomach do unfamiliar backflips. “So, you save me from Jeff and now let me smoke your premium weed. How can I ever repay you?” You asked, nervously twiddling with your hair. Ben grinned, leaning forward. “Kiss me,” He murmured, desperation lacing his words.

You leaned forward, your nose brushing against his before you fluttered your eyes shut. You could feel your lips press against his, your high making every move seem much more longer and calculated. You pulled yourself closer to him, straddling his lap as you kissed him deeper. Ben was just as eager as you, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist as your hips slowly grinded against him. You mumbled a curse against his lips, your core growing wetter with excitement as he lowered both of you back against the floor. You leaned over him, kissing down his neck as he shuddered underneath you. “Someone’s desperate,” He teased, smirking as you grabbed the hem of his shirt.

“You’re one to talk. Your porn addiction doesn’t go unheard you know,” You countered. Shoving his shirt over his head you threw it elsewhere, kissing down his chest before reaching his jeans. “Watch yourself pretty girl. Porn has taught me a lot of things. Things that’ll make you cream your pants,” Ben snickered. Cockily he propped his hands up behind his head, watching you teasingly drag the zipper down with your teeth. You maintained eye contact with the blonde, relishing in the temporary sense of control. You then roughly tugged his pants down, desperate to suck his cock. Once he was exposed you eagerly began to suck him off, Ben kind enough to grab your hair into a makeshift ponytail. “Fuck, just like that,” He whimpered, biting his lower lip. You took him down to the base, allowing his tip to abuse the back of your throat as you deep throated him.

Ben was a whimpering mess, strings of curses with mixtures of your names falling off of his lips like a mantra. You continued to suck him off, watching as he grabbed a fresh joint from his pocket, lighting it. You hated to admit how attractive it was to have him smoking nonchalantly as you put your heart and soul into getting him off. “Such a good girl. My pretty princess,” He purred, shoving you down further on his cock. You gripped his thighs, gagging as he hit the back of your throat more aggressively. “Fuck, you’re so fuckin hot,” He grumbled, exhaling the smoke before face fucking you. Your nails dug into his thighs, the pain only bringing him more excitement as he abused your throat. Your gags and whines were heavenly sounds to him, the blonde in a pure state of bliss as he inhaled more of the joint.

Just when you thought you were going to run out of oxygen Ben pulled you off of him. A string of saliva connected you to his tip, your lungs grateful as you gasped for gulps of air. Ben smirked at the sight, dragging you towards him. He sat against the side of his bed, propping you up against his thigh. You whined as his jeans brushed against your clothed cunt, your panties damp from arousal. You went to move to straddle Ben properly, his large hands stopping you. “Go on pretty princess, ride my thigh,” He ordered. His sudden switch made you as a loss for words, your hands gathering handfuls of his hoodie. “Go on, don’t get all shy on me now. I’ve heard those cute noises you make for the others. Just wanna hear you make them for me,” Ben cooed. He smirked as he inhaled more of the joint. He pulled down your dress, your bare breast bouncing out before him.

“No bra? Naughty naughty girl,” He snickered. You whimpered as his hands guided you to grind down on his thigh, your small whines becoming louder moans. Ben leaned down and grabbed your breast, bringing it to his mouth as he guided you to ride him faster. You tilted your head back, moaning as his tongue swirled around your nipple. “Ben,” You groaned, your wet slick covering his jeans. You felt his hand slither to your panties, pushing them to the side so your clit had better access. You bit your bottom lip, unable to control your sinful noises as Ben released your nipple with a pop. “Oh that feels good doesn’t it?” Ben asked mockingly. Frantically you nodded in agreement, the cord inside of your stomach tightening. “So fucking close Benny, so close,” You panted. You were so close, your thighs beginning to tremble.

You were almost over the edge, before abruptly the blonde flipped the two of you over. Your back hit the floor, a gasp escaping your lips. Desperately you rubbed your thighs together, attempting to create friction. “Awe you didn’t think I was gonna let you cum that easily, did you?” Ben gloated. He nudged his way in between your thighs, grabbing your wrist and pinning them beside your head. “You’re gonna beg. You’re gonna beg me to fuck you. You’re gonna beg me like the little bitch you are to make you cum,” Ben commanded devilishly. Leaning close to your face he gave you a sadistic grin, your pathetic desperation only making his cock harder. “And if you don’t, you can go ask Jeff to get you off instead,” He countered. You licked your dry lips, your hips bucking upwards. He set the joint aside on an ashtray, awaiting your answer.

“Ben please, fucking please, I need you. I need you so fucking bad. Please,” You whined. Your pleas were shameless, your core throbbing in desire. Ben grinned at the sound of your begging, the words music to his ears. Quickly he aligned himself with your entrance, shoving himself inside of you. You gasped at how fast he bottomed out, your gummy walls clinging to his cock. “If you’re out here taking EJ’s dick I know you can handle mine. Now let me hear those pretty noises you love to make,” He grinned. Slowly and teasingly he dragged his hips out of you, before roughly slamming them back inside. You couldn’t control your unholy noises, Ben’s whines and whimpers almost as loud as yours. “Fuckin, shit-, fuck. Such a tight pussy,” Ben panted, ramming his hips into yours.

His cock abused your cunt as he pleased, your wrist burning under the carpet he held you down. His soulless eyes stared into yours, watching every micro expression you made as he pounded into you. You were seeing stars, your high combined with your body shaking from the pleasure bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “You’re so good. Feel so fuckin good, fucking shit,” Ben grunted. He leaned forward, burying his face into your neck as he fucked you mercilessly. His whimpers and whines sounded like heaven, your sinful noises bouncing off of his colorful bedroom walls. “Ben- i’m close. So close,” You warned. Ben then held himself up, his sadistic gaze staring right into your soul. “Hold it,” He barked. You tried to close your legs, Ben’s hips stopping you.

His thrust didn’t slow down by any means, the cord inside of you threatening to snap. “I-I can’t,” You stuttered. You bit your bottom lip, avoiding the blondes stern gaze. “You can and you will,” Ben growled. You threw your head back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you came on Ben’s cock. The euphoria was heavenly, your vision temporarily turning white. As you came down you babbled apologies, Ben’s thrust now halted. He was still balls deep inside of you, his lips curling upwards into a sadistic grin.

“You shouldn’t have done that. I think I need to call reinforcements.”

Ben leaned over to his bed and grabbed his phone, putting it up to his ear. He grabbed his previous joint, relighting it as he dialed a number. You nervously listened to the dial tone, gulping.

“Hey Jeff, I got your little maid and she’s in need of a punishment.”

[bimobuddy]

Feeling Better

Hazbin TK fic

Lee!Alastor, Lers! Husk and Niffty

Everything in this fic is platonic

Soft and caring Husk :]

CW: Alastor in the bath, but everything is covered and nothing NSFW happens, angst as per usual in my fics at this point, mention of blood, mention of scars and past trauma (brief)

Spoilers

Summary: Alastor, while quite the dapper gentlemen, smells like swamp and deer carcass, as that is what his bedroom is. After some back and forth, his companions decide to take it upon themselves to take care of the issue (and take care of him)

Edit: I dont think this was my best work

It was no secret that Alastor wasn't the cleanest person. He turned his bedroom into a swamp to feel more at home, and often left blood stains from his meals on his suit, leaving it to rot and smell.

However, what many people didn't know, is that he also wasn't the best at keeping up with hygiene. Something that only Husk and Niffty knew about him was that he despised bathing. They didn't know why, they just knew that he did.

And they put up with it.. For as long as they could.

As Alastor sat at the bar, Husk found himself scrunching up his nose. To be polite, he made sure no one was listening first, then he turned to his boss, ears down. "Jesus, Al, when's the last time you bathed?" The radio host stared at Husk, trying to intimidate him, but for once, Husk wasn't budging. "I'm serious, Alastor. Not only does it reek, but I'm sure you don't feel good either. Right?"

This caught him off guard. He wasn't used to people other than Charlie showing him genuine concern. His smile remained as normal, but the folding of his ears seemed to give away how he was feeling. "I'll admit it has.. been a while."

Husk nodded and leaned against the counter. "Then maybe you should do something about it?" He asked, raising a brow. The other demon seemed to go quiet. Husk studied him, as if trying to read his mind. "Maybe... We can do something about it then? Niff and I?"

As if summoned by the mere mention of her name, Niffty appeared out of seemingly nowhere, hopping up onto the counter. "You know you can trust us, Alastor! I like cleaning!" She grinned.

"And you know I'm not going to judge or tell anyone." Husk said, looking him in the eye. Alastor thought it over for a moment. Niffty and Husk were two out of a small select group of people he genuinely trusted the most. "Fine." He shrugged, trying to make it appear as if there wasn't a growing sense of unease and anxiety sinking into his stomach.

Husk nodded. "Niffty, why don't you go ahead and go run the bath for Al. Use my room, I don't trust that he even has a tub in his." Niffty gave a quick salute then hopped down from the counter, running off.

Husk turned his attention back to Alastor, lowering his voice. "Is there a reason you don't like bathing, Al?" He asked, catching the demon off guard. "Why Husker, what makes you ask such a silly little-" "Don't think you can fool me, I saw the way you froze earlier. Al, you might own my soul, and you might scare the shit out of me sometimes, but I don't hate you," this surprised Alastor, "I'm only asking so I know how to go about this properly. If there's something about it that bothers you, I don't want to force you into it."

Alastor looked back at Husk for a solid minute, thinking it over. He stood suddenly and started to walk toward the hallway, where Husk's room was, signaling the other to follow, which he did. Once they were alone, Alastor finally spoke.

"What I'm about to tell you does not leave that silly little kitty mouth of yours, understood? If I find out that-" "You have my word, Alastor, you don't have to threaten it out of me." ".....Right. Well- Thank you.. Husk."

It wasn't often that Alastor used his actual name instead of 'Husker,' but when he did, the cat felt a sense of equality between them. No longer 'Owner of Soul and Servant,' but like they knew each other. All the more reason he decided to take this issue seriously, for Alastor.

"While I was alive, let's just say I've been through a lot. In my life, over many years, and many incidents, I acquired many scars. Reminders. Let's just say I do not enjoy them. I hated them, and hated looking at them. I assume that is why fate decided they would stick with me even in the afterlife." There was a moment of silence before Husk replied, "They make you feel vulnerable again. They remind you of those.. incidents.. Don't they?"

Alastor didn't verbally respond, but the glance he gave him confirmed to Husk that he may have been correct about this. Husk nodded. "You can trust us, Al."

As they stepped into Husk's room, they noticed just how much effort Niffty had put into this. She had drawn a bath, filled it with bubbles, already gotten a towel ready, and fresh new clothes for Alastor, folded neatly by the sink. As the Radio Host looked closer, he noticed some of the holes and tears had been mended.

"Wow, Niff, I'm impressed." Husk said, taking his hat off. Another sign that this wasn't between co-workers, but friends. His hair was slicked back as usual, though Alastor hadn't seen it like that since the day he won his soul.

When Husk looked back at Alastor, he noticed the look in his eye, his posture, everything. The look of 'I am trying very hard to be okay with this.'

Husk gave him a slight nod before turning to Niffty. "Why don't we give him some space real quick, alright?" He turned to Alastor. "Go ahead and get yourself ready in the bathroom, we'll be right out here." As he walked past the deer demon, he lowered his voice again, "We won't leave you."

Alastor stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He did deep down truly appreciate how supportive Husk and Niffty were being, it did help him feel less.. anxious about everything. Though he also no longer felt like an overlord. He felt like a kid again. The constant reassurance, the sudden comfort and concern he was being shown.. It reminded him of his mother. It was hard to describe, but if he had to, he would have said he felt 'weak, but in a way that was okay with him.'

He got himself ready and sat himself in the bath, the heat of the water somehow immediately helping him relax more than he thought it would. He was grateful for the bubbles as well, not only did it cover him, but he wasn't able to see his scars that much.

There was a gentle knock, then Husk's voice. "Al?" Wanting to at least pretend he still had control, he replied, "Enter."

Husk opened the door and before he even got a full step in, Niffty darted in, grabbed Alastor's discarded clothes and then ran back out, fussing about the blood stains under her breath.

"... Alright, well while she goes and does whatever it is she's decided she's going to do, I'll get started, if that's okay with you." Husk said, shutting the door behind him. Alastor nodded. It did feel odd to him to have someone elss in the room, but he reminded himself that he could trust the bartender.

As Husk stepped closer, he did catch a glimpse of a couple scars, littered across his skin. He didn't mention them, instead grabbing a rag nearby that Niffty had left out. "I know you don't like being touched, so I'm warning you beforehand that I'm about to, so you don't kill me. Satan knows Niffty would fuss at you over the mess." He said, trying to lighten the mood a little. Though Alastor didn't laugh, his grin did widen slightly, indicating that it had worked.

Husk dampened the cloth and got started, touching it to Alastor's back. As the radio demon jumped a little and suddenly gripped the sides of the tub, he paused, gave him time to calm back down, and continued. He knew he could have laughed at him, teased him for being such a powerful demon scared of something as small as a bath, but he didn't. He wouldn't. Because he understood. Sure, he was a feared overlord, rivaling with the King of Hell himself, but before that, he was a person.

A person that, surprisingly, he had come to understand and even care about. As Alastor suddenly jolted again, letting out a sudden ring of static, Husk thought it was due to him being anxious again, only to see his shoulders shaking a little bit.

At first, he worried that Alastor either was in pain or had started crying (a thought that really concerned him), but as he looked down, he noticed he had the rag placed on the back of his ribs, and that Alastor was arching away from the touch. Now this was something he could tease him about.

"Ticklish, kid?" He grinned, making a point to wiggle his fingers through the rag, making Alastor do the radio feedback noise again. "I-I'm oholder thahan you, you ahabsolute-" "Yeah but you died younger than I did, I'm more of an adult than you are."

Alastor opened his mouth to argue, but Husk had already slipped the rag under his right arm, wiggling his claws through the thin fabric. The radio demon slammed his arm down, trying hard to keep it together. He shook with contained laughter, his grin wide and wobbly, ears pinned back. He was doing quite well until Husk suddenly skittered his claws along the back of his neck.

He scrunched his nose up and broke, giggling hysterically, reflexively kicking a leg out, causing a bit of water to splash over the side. "Hey," Husk playfully scolded, "Keep it together down there, you know Niffty is gonna chastise you about that later." "My floor!"

Husk and Alastor jumped, the latter accidentally letting out more mic feedback, as both startled at the sudden sound of Niffty. Neither had seen or heard her enter the bathroom. She huffed, hands on her hips. "You boys. Always giving me more work." She shook her head, hopping up on a stool left by the tub so she could reach Alastor.

"I swear she appears whenever her name is mentioned, did you do that when you got her soul?" Husk whispered. Alastor shook his head, his eyes showing he was just as freaked out as Husk was.

Niffty ignored them, filling a cup with water. "Ears," was all the warning she gave before she dumped it over the deer's head, giving him a split second to fold his ears back to protect them from the water. Husk had to bite back a chuckle as Alastor's hair fell into his face, covering his eyes. He almost resembled a grumpy, wet dog. He reached up and pushed his hair from his eyes, looking slightly annoyed, but Husk knew he had all the patience in the world when it came to Niffty. She could get away with anything.

Even when she started to work in the shampoo, scritching behind his ears. Alastor visibly tensed up, his cheeks turning pink (something Husk had never seen him do). The cat grinned at him, leaning on the edge of the tub. "Your ears are ticklish too?" He chuckled.

As muffled, staticky snickers bubbled out of the overlord, Niffty just smiled. "Husk, dont tease him when you're worse." This shut him up quickly, Husk pinning his own ears back grumbling. Alastor would have laughed at him, had he not already been fighting it back so hard.

When Niffty started to gently scritch at the base of his ears, he started to crack more, giggling louder, yet it was clear he was trying to sit still for her. "Pff- Hmph.. M-Mhmhmhmhm- hahahaha nohoho!" His eyes flew open to glare at Husk, who had picked the rag up to start at the other side of his ribs now, under his left arm.

Alastor's ears were flicking from Niffty's tickling, as he gripped Husk's wrist, more just to have something to ground himself rather than to push him away.

Husk gently scrubbed lower down his side, earning higher giggles before Alastor gasped and flinched away. He hadn't been hurt, but Husk knew it more him trying to avoid getting hurt before it actually happened. The slash he had gotten from Adam was still healing. "Relax, Bucky, I'm not gonna hit it." Husk said.

"Don't call me Bu-hahahaha!" He had gotten cut off when Husk simply switched to his other side.

"Ears." Niffty warned before immediately pouring water over his head again. Alastor coughed a little before lifting his bangs again. "Careful, Niff, don't drown him." Husk chuckled, giving him a break to catch his breath.

As Niffty hopped down off the stool, Husk tossed the rag to Alastor for him to get his own legs, making a joke about how 'I know neither of us want me reaching down there.'

Husk took a seat on the stool as Niffty ran back in with a jar. "What's that?" Husk questioned. "Hoof polish!" She grinned. Alastor let a quiet growl escape his throat, though it was more out of embarrassment than anger, making the cat laugh a little. "As funny as that would be Niffty, I don't think we need it. I'm not pampering his spoiled ass more than I have to." She nodded and ran back out of the room.

"I couldn't help but notice," Husk started, "That you didn't try very hard to get away from the ticklin', especially around your ears." He smirked. Alastor just threw a soft glare his way and didnt confirm nor deny anything.

Once Alastor was done, Husk turned his head away and handed him a towel, before leaving the bathroom to leave him to it.

Alone once again, Alastor took a moment to take in just how much better he felt. Not only physically, but mentally. In the past, bathing would drain him of his energy, leaving him mentally exhausted. But this time he felt better than ever. He looked over at his newly mended suit, patched up by Niffty.

She didn't have to do that.. But she did. Because she looked up to Alastor and cared for him. And Husk didn't have to sit with him the entire time and help him. But he did. Because he saw him as a friend.

He got dressed and left the bathroom, meeting Husk again in his bedroom. Husk's ear flicked as he heard the door open, and he looked up at Alastor. "Feeling better?" He asked.

Alastor walked past him, quickly scritching behind the cat's ears as he passed, earning a loud snort as his hand was batted away. "Much." He smiled, and headed back out to the lobby.

It may not have been a verbal 'thank you,' but Husk had gotten the message anyway.

[kpop---scenarios]

Hidden Lies (1)

Pairing: Unknown x Reader

Warning: Violence, Crime, Almost Assault

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: This is a remake of Poisonous Lies. Some parts may be familiar, and that would be why. I hope you enjoy!! Let me know who you think she'll connect more with!

This morning you woke up, listening to the sounds of birds chirping, the sun shining through your window, and feeling like it was going to be a great day. 

“YN.” Your mom yells. It was too early and you were trying to wake up peacefully. “Y/N!” She calls out again, but this time it's more of a screech. 

You groan loudly, folding your pillow over your ears, wanting to enjoy a little bit of time without her yelling at you. The sound of her shrieking voice was coming closer every second, until it was practically right in your ear. 

Your eyes are still closed as you feel your blanket being ripped off your body, your mom cursing at you. 

“Wake the fuck up!” She yells. “Don't you hear me yelling for you? I have shit to do, I cannot keep waking you up in the mornings! damn, you're going to make us both late” 

You were 22 years old and you still live with your mother. This life you had was sad, although it was your fault. This technically was your choice. You had decided to drop out of school and go home to help your mom out after your dad was sentenced to 10 years in prison for a lengthy list of crimes, although well it wasn't his fault, it also was at the same time. 

Your father had lost his job, and instead of telling your mother and them trying to figure it out, he went and got a loan from some people involved in crime that he most definitely should have not gone to. He didn't think about the fact that he would have had to pay that money back, plus interest. And when the time came for them to collect he didn't have it. So he was recruited for odd jobs until he had paid everything back, he didn't get very far though. His last job ended up being a sting operation and he was charged with trafficking drugs, intent to sell, attempted kidnapping, attempted human trafficking and a few other things. He wouldn't tell them why he did it, he didn't want things to get any worse, even though you weren't sure if they could or not. It wasn't his finest moment, he was trying to help his family even if it was the worst way possible. He was a good man and a good dad. Your father was a man who would do anything for his family, especially to protect them, and that’s exactly why he did what he did and now he was suffering the consequences of his own actions. 

“I swear to god, YN.” Your mom yells as she grabs your arm, trying to pull you out of bed. “If you don't get your ass up in the next 30 seconds, I'm going to lose my mind! Your train leaves in 45 minutes and if you dont get ready and leave in 10 minutes then you're not going to be able to see your dad.” She sighs. “It’s his birthday, remember.”

Shit. You quickly bolt up in bed, scrambling to get out of your bed. You were rushing around your room grabbing whatever looked the cleanest on your floor before heading to your bathroom, slamming the door in the process. 

Your mom sighs loudly before she leaves your room so you can rush around and get ready. You knew it was hard for her, not having your dad around, and you were sometimes difficult but you were trying. You felt guilty, especially since she wasn't able to go on the visit today, her shitty boss wouldn't let her have the time off. It had only been a year since he’d been locked up and you, mom and your brother had faced some very hard times. The three of you have been barely surviving paying the bills, mortgage, car, gas, groceries as well as trying to pay back your dad's loan in cash, rather than jobs similar to what your dad did.

Your mom was working 2 jobs, you and your brother both working full time, and all your money went towards everything needing to be paid, rarely leaving you much of anything left over but the three of you made it work, you always figured it out. You would do whatever you needed to do. 

You're running down the stairs, trying to put your hair into a semi decent bun and forfeiting any makeup. 

“You ready?” Your mom asks, car keys in her hand. 

“Yeah, just let me grab my bag.” you breathe. You run into the kitchen, snatching your purse from the counter before you head back to the front door that's left wide open. You roll your eyes heading out the door, closing it behind you before sliding into the passenger seat of the car the three of you shared. 

Your mom doesn't say a word to you on the ride to the train station. You hold your train ticket in your hand as she pulls in front of the station. “Please tell him happy birthday from me and that I love him.” she whispers as you're getting out of the car. 

You give her a half smile. “I will mom.” You say, getting out of the car and closing the door. It doesn't take you long to navigate your way through the station, you’ve been making this trip a few times a month. You tried to see him as much as you could but between work, work and work, you never had a ton of time. You picked a seat on the train, setting your bag down in the seat beside you. You just made it on time, seconds later you were on your way and you couldn't wait to see your dad. 

You stood in line, waiting to have your bag checked and to go through the x-ray machine. When that was all clear you headed to the front desk, showing your ID and filling out paperwork before you could even go into the room and wait for him. You sit down, your stomach is twisting with nerves. You weren't sure why, this was like any other visit you had been on. 

“LN, YN.” You hear. “You can head in now.” the guard finishes, pointing towards a visitation room. The door buzzes open and you see your dad immediately, sitting in the back, in the middle of the room. His fingers were locked together with his head down. It felt like it had been forever since you had last seen him. “Dad.” you sniffle and his head shoots up, a smile spreads across his face so quickly as he stands up from his chair. You walk towards him, his arms are wide open, waiting to embrace you. You crash into his chest, wrapping your arms around him as he does you, holding you tightly. You missed his hugs, and the safeness you felt from him. You couldn't remember the last time you had felt safe.

You both let go, tears brimming in your eyes as you both sit down across from each other. 

“Happy birthday dad.” you smile. He reaches out to grab your hand, whispering a small thank you while his head hangs low. “Mom also wishes you a happy birthday, and she says that she loves you.” You tell him, but you knew he already knew that. 

“I know,” he smiles. “I'm assuming that she had to work today?” he asks. 

You nod your head. 

“She tried to get the time off but you know Dave, he’s a dick and wouldn't even let her have the morning off.” you tell him.

But again, you knew he already knew that. Dave and your dad had been friends for years, but after your dad was sentenced the man acted as if he never knew him and was never friends with him. Your eyes wander around the room, as if anything would be different since the last time you were here. Your dad begins telling you a story, something funny that had happened the other day. You were listening, but you couldn't help but let your eyes wander.

You looked out into the common room, as you were scanning the room, your eyes landed on someone. A man, a very handsome dark haired, angry looking man staring directly at you. You tried to look away from him, but it's like you were locked in with him. He was so captivating you honestly didn't even want to look away, but you do, not before he smiles at you slightly, giving you a small wink. 

You’re brought out of your trance by your dad clearing his throat before continuing on with his story. You catch the end of it, laughing along with him even though you didn't really hear the rest of it. “Tell me about everything. What’s going on with you? How is your brother?” he asks. Before you can answer the lights of the prison flicker, the alarm blares as the red siren lights up the room on beat with the alarms. 

“What’s happening?” you yell over the loud sounds. You were feeling a little panicked but before your dad could say anything you both hear yelling. You looked at the commotion in the common room, which was only separated from the visiting room by one large metal door. You glanced around, seeing the other visitors watching what was happening but no one was reacting to anything. 

“I'm sure the guards will get it sorted, fights break out all the time. No need to worry.” Your dad tells you, trying to reassure you. 

You couldn't help but worry. You watched as more and more fights were beginning to break out between prisoners, prisoners and guards. You watched in horror, as the prisoners seemingly took the guards down more easily then they should have been able too. Your eyes were darting to every window that you could see and watched guard after guard collapse, inmates grabbing the guns or batons, a cluster of inmates slamming guards into the windows, shaking what is supposed to be bullet proof glass. 

Seconds later a fight in the visiting room breaks out after an inmate bashes a guard's head against the table. You're panicking now, other visitors are screaming, leaving their tables trying to escape, some pounding on the door, begging the guards to let them out.

The inmates from the common room begin trying to shoot the windows, or trying to pry open the doors into the visiting room. 

The doors were buzzed open letting the guards from the front now rush in from one side to try and calm the situation but instead they let the inmates rush through the other doors into the room where you and your dad were. He had taken you to the corner of the room, standing in front of you to protect you. You peek out from behind him, the two of you watching in horror as blood and tears are spilled, the cries and pleas from visitors are yelled out as the inmates attack anyone in their way, including those who were just trying to visit their loved ones. 

Your heart is pounding so loud, you can hear it in your ears. You feel weak, light headed. Your adrenaline hasn't kicked in yet. Your stomach is churning at all of the blood. Your father grabs your hand pulling you with him through another open door, and hopefully to safety. As soon as the two of you make it into another room, you're confronted by three large men. 

“Look.” Your dad begins. “We don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to keep my daughter safe.”

The man in front smiles, but even his smile is terrifying. 

“What a good dad you are. But don't worry.” He says. “We'll take her from here. I'll personally keep her safe.” He finishes, licking his lips. 

“No thank you.” your dad says. “We're just going to go.” You grip onto your dads orange jumpsuit. 

“Dad.” You whisper. He can hear the fear in your voice. 

He runs forward, punching the man, pushing him into the two men behind him. “Run YN! Run!” He screams as the men grab him, taking him elsewhere. You try to run for the door but you're grabbed, pulled back and pushed against the wall. The man who had been talking to your father stood inches from your face. You could see the evil in his eyes as he eyed you up. You can feel his breath on your neck as he moves closer towards you.

You look both ways, trying to find your way to escape. There's only one other door besides the one you came through and you're pretty sure it's locked. Fear jolts through your body as you try and think of anything you could possibly say or do to get yourself out of this situation but you know that there is nothing you can do, except try and fight. 

“Get away from me!” you yell, putting your hands on his chest and pushing as hard as you can. 

"Don't fucking do that.” He snaps, shoving you against the wall. He raises his hand as he gets closer to you, his finger tracing your face. You squeeze your eyes shut, tears rolling down your cheeks and you let out a scream, as loud as you could. You switched between yelling "help me." And screaming, hoping someone would come for you. 

The man slaps his hand over your mouth, angrily. "Why would you do that, don't you like me?" He asks. "It's been a long fucking time since we've been this close to a woman." He chuckles. You can feel his body pressing against you. You try to focus on anything else, but all you can hear is the sound of him breathing and the screams and cries of the ones caught in the riot. 

Just as you were about to give up, you feel a release. You can no longer feel his body pressing against you, you can hear yelling much closer. You open your eyes and see a dark haired man, and a familiar other dark haired man pulling the men away from you. Within seconds the man who wanted to attack you was down on the floor, and the two men who saved you grabbed your hands, pulling you out of the room and away from the chaos. 

Where was your dad? Was he okay? 

The three of you ran down a hallway, the alarms are still blaring, you can just barely hear police sirens from outside. 

The two men had no idea where to go, everywhere you looked there was violence, inmates with weapons and minimal guards that were alive. 

"Hey!" You hear from down the hall. You all turn around and see the man that had you pinned against the wall. Anger suddenly fuels you, wondering where your dad was. 

“What did you do to my dad!?” You scream. The man stops walking, a grin spreads across his face. “Don't worry, he's just fine. Now you two.” He says, pointing to the two men who were still holding onto you. “You don't get to take what's not yours.” He frowns. “I want her back.” He yells down the hall. The two men who had taken your father appear behind him. 

“Fuck.” One says. they turn around, pulling you in a different direction. You were turning corner after corner until one of them found an unlocked door. He opens it, quickly pulling you inside before slamming it shut. Your body is shaking, you can't help but sob. You never in a million years expected today to turn out how it has. 

Both the men quickly jump into action, grabbing whatever heavy pieces of furniture they can find to shove against the door. You watch them, still feeling just pure shock. 

"I'm sorry." You whisper. You weren't even entirely sure what you were sorry about but it felt appropriate in the moment. 

They both stop covering the door, staring at you. “Sorry for what?” One asks. 

“I.. I'm not sure. But you're in this mess now because of me.” You sigh. 

“We're in this because we didn't want to see an innocent woman get taken advantage of by some fucked up men. You didn't start it.” He says. 

“What's your name?” The other asks. 

"Y/N." You sniffle. 

“I’m Wooyoung, and this is San.” 

“Nice to meet you both. And thank you. I truly don't know what would have happened if you guys didn't save me.” 

“It's nothing.” San says, giving you a half smile. He could not stop staring at you, just like when you were in the visiting room with your dad and he had caught your eye. 

Before you could say anything back, the knob to the door started to shake. There's pounding at the door, and that's when you hear it. 

“Y/N.” your dad calls. “Y/N please let me in. They're coming.” He cries. “Please.” 

You run to the door, trying your best to move everything they had put against the door. 

“Y/N stop.” Wooyoung yells, trying to pull you away. 

“Please!” You cry. “Please help me. That's my dad, we need to let him in.” 

San and Wooyoung loom at each other. They both know this is a bad idea but knew that there would be no chance of you letting up. 

“Whatever happens?” San says. Wooyoung nods his head. 

“Whatever happens.” 

The two men help you pull the large filing cabinet, desk and other heavy things away from the door. You unlock the deadbolt, ripping the door open, the smile on your face falling immediately. 

“I'm sorry Y/N. I'm so sorry.” He cries. He's pushed inside the room by the three men from before. He trips, falling to the floor with a thud. You wanted to go to him but the man has a gun now and it's pointed directly at you. 

“You two aren't very good at hiding.” He chuckles. 

“Eric, you don't have to do this.” Wooyoung says, his hands up as he inches towards you. 

“Fuck you, Woo. You'd be the fucking same if you were locked in the hole for months at a time.” Eric snaps. “And now I have a chance for something real and you two are trying to ruin it for me.” 

“I'm telling you not to fucking do this.” San snaps. He can see Eric eyeing you up, your dad laying on the floor, one of Eric's men's feet pinning him down. 

“You think I'm gonna listen to you?” Eric laughs. “Just enjoy the show.” He says, grabbing onto Your wrists. Wooyoung and San try to lurch forward but they're stopped by the other two, flashing their knives. Eric pushes you against the wall, pulling you back towards him. He pulls you to the ground, climbing on top of you, straddling you. The gun is still shoved in your face. You say nothing, tears just stream down your face. Your eyes dart in-between San and Wooyoung as you silently plead for one of them to do something. To help you. 

Eric rips open your shirt, exposing your bra. You look away, seeing Wooyoung and San nod towards each other. They both lunge for the men, knocking them down. Your dad scrambles to his feet taking over for San, as he runs for Eric, who was too in his own world with you to hear anything else. San tackles him, causing Eric to let go of the gun, it slides across the floor. Eric scrambles beneath San as he delivers hit after hit. 

“Everybody get on the fucking ground.” You hear. Smoke bombs thrown into the room. Guards in full tactical gear flood inside, guns at the ready. San gets off of Eric, all of them men laying on the floor. “Hands on your head.” They yell. 

You do as you're told. “We have a hostage located.” They go to you first, helping you up. You're coughing loudly as they guide you out of the room, into another one to be treated. They'd finally gotten everything settled down and started getting inmates back into their cells, or medical treatment. 

“You took a fucking hostage, the warden is deciding your punishment.” A guard snaps at Wooyoung and San as they escort them past the room you're in. You push the nurse away, running out of the room. 

“Wait!” You yell. “They didn't take me hostage. They saved me from him.” You say, pointing to Eric. “He tried to.. he tried to...” You cry. “They protected me from him and I'll forever be grateful.” you finish. You walk over to the two handcuffed men, wrapping your arms around both of them, until they're both escorted off. Both of them looking over their shoulders, giving you a smile and a wink. 

Once you were checked out by the nurse and cleared to go, you were led out to the front where your mom was waiting for you. You sobbed into her shoulder as she hugged you tightly, apologizing to you profusely. She grabbed your hand, pulling you out to the car. you look back at the prison as she drives away, silently thanking Wooyoung and San for saving you. You'd have to find some way to properly thank them sometime. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Your mom asks. 

“Dad and I were talking when fights broke out. Inmates were attacking guards and other inmates.” You sigh. “They opened the doors to the visitation room to let guards in but inmates rushed in.. one gut I guess had his sights set on me.” 

“Dad protected you right?” Your mom asks. 

“He tried. But there were 3 of them and one of him.. they took him away. And I was alone.” You look over at your mom, she has tears in her eyes as she listens to you. “But then two men rushed in and grabbed me, helped me escape. Took me to a room and barricaded the door.” 

“They didn't hurt you did they?” She whispers. 

“No mom, they didn't. Dad started banging on the door.. they helped me move everything and open the door but the bad guy was there with him, they pushed him in.. the guy tried to.. r..” you pause. Your mom looks horrified. “He didn't. Wooyoung and San tackled him and then the guards came in.” 

“That was extremely lucky that they were there for you.” She sighs. “I'm so sorry baby.” 

“It's not your fault mom. You didn't know that was going to happen.” You say. “No one could have predicted that would happen.” 

The rest of the way you drive home in silence. You really want to just go to bed. Luckily you didn't have to work today so you could do just that. As you walked in the house, your brother Jaehyun rushed to you, hugging you tightly. “I'm so glad you're okay.” He says, squeezes you even harder. 

“I won't be if you squeeze me anymore, you're gonna suffocate me.” You half chuckle, half panic. He lets you go, patting your back before heading back to the living room. 

“Do you want some lunch?” Your mom asks. You raise an eyebrow. You had assumed she would have had to go back to work. 

“Don't you have to go back to work?” You ask. She looks at the ground. 

“Uh, well.. Dave said if I left to go to you, I wouldn't have a job. It's not worth it if he won't let me go to my child who was in the middle of a prison riot. Don't worry, I'll find something else.” She smiles. 

Fuck Dave. You went up to your room, crawled in your bed and quickly fell asleep. The day was exhausting and you were still shook a week later. It was the week after the riot, and you had been answering everyone's questions about what happened, what it was like the guys who saved you. It was the talk of the town still but you were tired of talking about it. You were ready to forget about it now, which is why you agreed so fast when your friend Hwasa asked you to go out that night. There was a newish club that was apparently very exclusive and the two of you wanted in. You got ready in a hurry, doing your makeup and your hair the best you could. You slipped on your favorite club dress as well as shoes and headed for the front door. 

“I'm going out, bye!” You yell, slamming the door behind you. You run down the driveway heading to Hwasa's car. 

The drive to the club is long. When you finally see it, you're mesmerized. It's bigger than you imagined, the bright sign outside reads Ateez. You were so excited. The line was extremely long, and as you walked up to the bouncer he shooed you to the back of the line. It seemed like you were never going to get in. 

After about twenty minutes, you noticed a man staring at you that was walking the line, he walked past you, before backing up to look at you again. 

“L/N Y/N?” He asks, eyeing you up and down. 

“Yes?” You respond, staring at the handsome man. 

“Come with me.” He says, motioning for you and Hwasa to follow him. You and Hwasa look at each other, she shrugs her shoulders, following the man and dragging you along behind. He stops at the bouncer, pointing to you. “L/N Y/N. Add her to the list. VIP.” He finishes, bringing you both inside. What the hell did you do to get this sort of treatment? 

The two of you walk behind the man, following him really without any questions. You pass what looks like the main bar, the dance floor and head up some stairs. The rope is removed from the hook, letting the three of you into the VIP area. 

“You can stay here if you'd like. Your drinks are all on the house, whatever you'd like. If you need anything, my name is Mingi, don't hesitate to ask.” He says. 

“Um, I do have a question.” You say, slightly raising your hand. “How? Um, why? And um what?” You say. 

Mingi chuckles. “You helped my brothers out, by not adding time to their sentences. They both could have gotten a lot more time after that riot. But they didn't, because of you. So from now on, if you are in trouble or need anything, you have 8 men who will happily help you out.” He says. “Well 6 for now, until San and Woo get out.” 

“All I did was tell the truth.” You say.

“There's a lot of women out there who would have lied, knowing who those two are.” He says. 

 “Also, You're related to them?” You ask, ignoring what he said before. You were too busy trying to stop your mouth from hanging down. 

“Well.. in a sense.” He laughs. “Enjoy your night.” He finishes before leaving the room. 

“What the hell!” Hwasa shouts, heading over to your private bar. She orders multiple drinks and shots for each of you to be brought to your table. As you two sit there, listening to the music the DJ is playing, drinking and just having a good time you see five men walk into the room. They stop, staring at you. As they walk over they introduce themselves. 

“Y/N.” One smiles. “I'm Seonghwa, this is Yeosang, Yunho, Jongho and Hongjoong.” He says pointing to each extremely handsome man. 

“Nice to meet you.” You smile back, waving at them all while hiccuping in the process. 

“Thank you for what you did for Woo and San.” Seonghwa says. 

“Like I said to Mingi, I was just telling the truth. I didn't want them to get into trouble for saving me.” You explain. 

“If you need anything, and I mean anything, don't hesitate to call.” He says, sliding you a piece of paper. Written down are 8 phone numbers for you. This was honestly fucking surreal. Who knew this could happen for simply telling the truth? 

The men walk away and Hwasa stares at you in disbelief. “I almost wish it was me that day.” She laughs. “Let's go dance!” She says, trying to pull you up. 

“Let me just tidy these glasses.” You slur, stacking all the cups and shot glasses to bring back to the bartender. He laughs as you place them on the bar, and thanks you through his chuckles. 

You let Hwasa drag you down the stairs to the dance floor, immediately sliding her hands all over your body as you dance closely. The two of you always preferred to dance together, but sometimes if you were into it you'd dance with men.  This time you were too into dancing with Hwasa, you didn't want any men to disturb you. You turned around, grinding your ass into her as you looked around the club. You glanced up at the balcony and saw six men leaning on the railing, all their eyes staring directly at you. Why did you feel like your life was going to get a lot more interesting? 

[reilleclan-blog]

I was really hoping I could leave my abusive mother but I'm still stuck here. I had lost hope with certain things until I got a call about an apartment and I thought it'd be this but the universe keeps taking opportunities away from me I don't understand what I'm supposed to do . I feel trapped and yeah I feel like I will never escape I don't make enough money for the apartment and it's possibly gone to someone else. I tried getting another client but they haven't reached out to me since last week. Literally posting on the internet and interacting with others is all I have most ppl in my life wouldn't care about anything I feel pride over. I don't want to argue I don't want to fight . I don't I just want to live but it's hard all the time.

At this point I'm gonna say a lot of stuff that is stressing me out and if that means "exposing" then I guess so. My mother began spam texting me to clean .. basically the entire house b/c I'm home or b/c "I don't work a real job" I work part time and with my adhd and autism I'm lucky I still have a job. But I don't understand why I'd ever have to clean this big ass house ON MY OWN when I've cleaned it MULTIPLE times on my own just for my mother to re dirty it not even trying to keep it clean how it was. It feels like if she wants to talk to me she talks to me just to boss me around and that's it. She doesn't have problems with other ppl's daughters helping them or FEEDING them. Cause btw when I moved back in with my mother she wouldn't feed me she'd go out not saying where or when she'd be back and have leftovers spoil or wouldn't let me have anything when she knew I wasn't working and knew I was barely eating.

So yeah the little money I had "saved" went to buying $100 worth of groceries or fast food cause I didn't have many options. And again I'm fucking disabled but nobody cares about that b/c I'm not "disabled on the outside". But back to cleaning this house MOST OF THE MESS is from my MOTHER everything is from my mother. I'm not perfect I have some clothes I haven't picked up a couple unwashed dishes but most of that is from my mother and her doing favors for ppl b/c she wants to be liked or whatever.

I don't have a problem helping my mom but when I'm being berated and told I'm lazy just for this lady to spam text me to clean up HER MESS. And for her to call our family to tell them I'm lazy.. and I'm just wasting oxygen in this stupid fucking house.. that's not a good feeling at all. And I hate that I care for my mother but if I don't do something her way or right away or (in this case cleaning an entire downstairs by myself when it has papers and arts and crafts and HER SHOES and she has a TON of clothes she's bought) I'm immediately "the bad guy" I'm so tired of these fucking ppl I'm so tired of family saying "we don't know what went on in that house" THATS RJFHT U DONT SO WHY THE FJCK DO YALL MAKE ME THE VILLIAN B/C U SEE ONE ASPECT OF OUR LIVES OR INTERACTIONS. I'm so fucking tired THIS IS LKKE EVERYDAY MESS.

Yes I'm not the cleanest but I KEEP MY MESS IN MY ROOM AND MY ROOM WOULD LOOK LIKE THE CLEANIEST IN THIS BITCH IF U SEEN THIS FUCKING HOUSE. IM TJRED I WANT TO LEAVE I WANT TO FUCKING EXPERIENCE THAT MAYBE SOMETHING CAN BE GOOD OUT THERE INSTEAD OF LIVING IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE. AND MIND U WHEN I WAS ASKING MY MOTHER FOR HELP WITH THE APARTMENT SHE TOLD ME SHE EOULD HELP THEN CHANGED HER MIND AND I BEGSN TK CRY MY EYES IUT BECAUSE JF IT WAS ANYONE ELSES KID SHE WOULD HELP THEM THEN LETTER SHE GAVE ME WHAT I NEEDED BUT WHY WHY DO I CONSTANTLY NEED TK BE HURT BY THESES "ADULTS" IM TOLD IM LOVED BUTNI HAVE NEVER DELT IT NEVER

MY DAD IS JUST S HUSK OF A DUDE I CALL DAD IM SO FUCKING TIRED IM TIRED . I THINK ABOUT SUICIDE ALMOST ALL THE TIME BECAUSE J FEEL BROKEN I FEEL ALONE THATS ALL I FEEL I FUCKING HATE THJS PLACE I actually sh and at this point it really just feels like only options. I feel trapped I try to embrace myself with hobbies I love but I constantly see stuff I don't have or what others have or what's happening around our world but I'm still stuck in this hell hole feeling trapped. I'd say I have become happier as a person but my mother just takes it away and finds any reason to hate me. Yes it feels like she hates me and my father and at this point I don't think anyone can convince me they don't. I want to forget everything and move on but my brain constantly brings up my trauma I don't want to remember it.

If u tell me to "just be positive" I might shoot someone in the face. I'm JOKING HAHAHA I'm just so lost I wish I felt like I was cared for I wish someone would even care as I type this out. Nobody cares not even my blood

I don't think anyone wouldn't care if i disappeared but it'd be too late for anyone to care. I'm sorry I can't hold on I don't know

[betterthanpekej]

Dinner and .. Text from an ex? | NSFW 18+

Summary: Chapter 3 of Pet Store | Chifuyu is at your house doing domestic househusband things, but we know why he's really here. What are you doing on your phone while he cleans? *note: Hi, here we are again. Sorry but this one has bare minimum smut (and really it's not even explicit). You'll be excited for the next chapter, I promise. Thanks again for reading. 

tags: fem!reader, chifuyu x reader, calls you princess, cooking, house cleaning, domestic househusband chifuyu

You stared back at your phone, confused and running through thoughts in your head. Does this mean we have a label now? What if it’s not a label and he’s just playing games with me? You got out of your car and walked to your apartment, feeling your phone give another vibrate as you unlocked your door.

You took your shoes off and set your keys in the bowl that sat on a table near the door; it was the only place you would remember to grab your keys from. Your apartment wasn’t large, but it was big enough for you and your three cats. The floorplan was more open to where the living room, kitchen, and dining area was all technically in one room. Your bedroom was towards the back of the apartment, next to the only bathroom. You had your computer desk in the living room, since this was where you spent most of your freetime.

You greeted each of your cats with pets as you checked your messages from Chifuyu.

[Babe ♥] hey are u allergec to anything

[Y/N] not that i know of

[Babe ♥] ok just wanted to make sure im not going to kill you with nuts or something

[Y/N] nut or nuts

You laughed at your text; you found yourself hilarious. Hopefully, he found you just as entertaining.

You walked to your bedroom to undress out of your work clothes. You wanted to change into something more comfortable, your typical oversized tee and sweatpants combo. The only difference was that this time, you were going to wear a matching set underneath.

Your delicate drawer was full of different pieces - all in different colors, patterns, and materials. You wondered what kind Chifuyu would like the most. Your phone buzzed again in your pocket.

[Babe ♥] haha, very funny ;)

[Y/N] Sorry I had to ;P what is your favorite color

[Babe ♥] oh god, not the 20 questions over text… i dont really have a favorite color though

[Y/N] xD i promise this isnt 20 questions. Hurry up

You sat your phone on your bed so you could get undressed while you waited for Chifuyu to get to your house. Since he said he didn’t have a favorite color, you decided you couldn’t go wrong with a nice black lace set. It was one of the nicer sets in your collection anyway, so you figured it would work fine. Chifuyu was just going to rip it off of you anyway, but at least you’d look hot before that.

You slipped into the set and your lounge clothes and came back to the living room. The apartment was a little too quiet so you decided to play Spotify music on your smart tv. You walked through your place to make sure everything looked presentable for when your company arrived. You weren’t a messy person, but you weren’t the cleanest either.

A light tap on the door made your heart jump. You opened the door to see Chifuyu waiting to be let in, a small bouquet of white daisies in one hand and a bag from the store in the other.

“Flowers?” you said, raising one brow at him. 

“Uh yeah,” he replied as he came inside and took his shoes off at the door. “I am a gentleman of course.” He set the flowers on the table and took the bag of cooking stuff into the kitchen. You went to your closet in the hallway and searched for a vase to put the flowers in.

He started taking things out of the bag when you heard him give a loud gasp and say, “Hiiii, little kitty.” You could hear him making pspspspsp noises to your cat as you grabbed a vase. You giggled at how adorable he sounded interacting with your cats. You brought the vase to the table and set the bouquet of flowers in it. You looked around the apartment and decided the flowers would look best on your computer desk.

As you walked back to the kitchen, you saw two of your cats sitting at Chifuyu’s feet while he made himself at home and found his way through your kitchen cabinets and drawers. “Do you need help with anything?” you asked.

Chifuyu was grabbing a pan from one of the cabinets as he looked at you and gave a small laugh. “No, you’re fine - I am cooking for you.” He set the pan down on the counter and walked over to you. He placed his hand on your face and said, “You worked so hard today, go relax and let me take care of you.”

You stared at his smile, relishing in how beautiful it was. His smile was always so genuine and charming. Just an hour ago this man was edging your orgasm on the counter at work and now he was in your kitchen, cooking you dinner and playing with your cats. Nothing like the duality of man. What a lucky girl you were.

You leaned your head into his hand and rubbed the side of your face on it and made your way over to your couch. Chifuyu continued in your kitchen; he fetched pots and pans and placed them on the stovetop, starting his food prep and cutting vegetables.

You scrolled through your phone and tried to entertain yourself while you waited. After about 30 minutes, the smells coming from the kitchen were absolutely amazing. You could see Chifuyu out of the corner of your eye, placing your plates on the kitchen table and pouring you both something to drink. It sounded like he was singing with the music playing from the TV. You didn’t even know he knew who Chase Atlantic was.

“Dinner is served, beautiful,” Chifuyu called to you. You got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen table, your plates ready and waiting. The food looked so amazing! Chifuyu had grilled chicken to perfection, a light drizzle of some thick yellow sauce glinting in the light. Beside that chicken were roasted potatoes, broccoli, and corn - just as delectable, no doubt. 

“This looks and smells amazing,” you praised as you sat down. “I don’t think I’ve ever had someone make something like this for me before.”

Chifuyu looked up at you confused. “You mean to tell me no one has come over and cooked you dinner? Like ever? What kind of fucking dudes do you talk to?” He chuckled and motioned his fork over your chicken, an encouraging smile upon his face. “The yellow sauce is a Dijon mustard sauce with dill - it’s really good!”

“Sounds good to me,” you said as you started to eat. The food was, in fact, amazing. You were astounded by how well Chifuyu could cook food. It seemed like he was good at everything he did; it all just came so effortlessly for him.

“The guys who have fawned over me lately don’t actually want a relationship, so they don’t do anything to ‘woo’ me.” you continued. “I think the last time I had someone do something genuinely nice for me was like, maybe a year or two ago? I had a boyfriend then and he was pretty nice at first, but then he turned out to be a little crazy in the end.”

“Interesting,” Chifuyu responded. “So you haven’t been in a real relationship for awhile? I’m kinda the same way.” Chifuyu was playing with his food more than he was eating it as he spoke. “The last girl I dated left me and moved away, so I just do what I want now. It’s easier that way.”

“What do you want to do now, then?” you asked, raising a brow at him. “You just cook for all these girls or what?” It wouldn’t be hard to believe that him coming over to cook dinner was just a nice gesture to make sure he could fuck you afterwards. At least he was feeding you first.

Chifuyu laughed at your question and shook his head. “No, no. I only cook for the ones I actually like. And look,” he said motioning to the flowers with both his hands, “I don’t bring people flowers unless they’re for my mom.”

You started to play with your own food now, moving the potatoes and poking pieces of broccoli. “So you think that this is more than just one time?” you asked quietly.

“I told you, you are mine for tonight.” he affirmed. “Whether or not you’ll still be mine tomorrow is going to be up to you.” 

The expression on his face was soft, but serious. You liked hearing him say you were his, maybe this would turn into something more. Who knows?

~

You both finished eating your dinner, talking about whatever came to mind. You told him about all of your cats, giving them all a little introduction so he could know them better. He told you more about Peke J, how he got him and how he and Baji ended up basically owning the same cat. It felt like you two were finally getting to know more about each other. 

After dinner, Chifuyu got up from the table, grabbed both of your dirty dishes and took them to the sink. For once in your life, you had someone who was serving you instead of the other way around. “Ya know, I can get my own dirty dishes and clean them,” you said as you walked towards him at the sink.

Chifuyu laughed and pushed your hair behind your ear. “I know you can, but why would I let my princess get her hands dirty? That’s not very gentlemanly.” 

There it was again: that soft, yet serious expression in his eyes. You smiled as he took his hand away and started to wash the dishes in the sink. You leaned on the counter beside him and watched him as he cleaned. “You’re a lot softer outside of work than you let on,” you said. “Were you really…in a gang?”

Chifuyu snickered at your question. “Yes, I was. I was second in command for a division and fought anyone who tried to get in Baji’s way - but I’m older now. All that’s behind me - I just want to enjoy life in the moment.”

You nodded at his words, taking it all in. So your friends were right, he was in a gang. Despite what they said before, maybe the “he killed a guy” and “he’s a man whore” were untrue, at least you hoped they weren’t. “What do you wanna do once you’re done?” you asked.

“I have a few things in mind,” he said with a grin, a chuckle to his words. “I figured we could watch a movie or something before, ya know, we make our own-”

“Before we do what?” you asked, cutting him off. “I didn’t agree to that.” 

Chifuyu laughed at you. “I’m only kidding… unless you’d be down, then I am all for it.” Those last words were accentuated with a light nibble of his bottom lip. 

You sighed and shook your head as you walked away to the living room. You sat on the couch and listened to the music still playing on the tv, enjoying it as your phone pinged.

One new iMessage from Ryu.

Your heart skipped a beat seeing the notification come through on your lockscreen. Ryu, or Ryusei, was your ex-boyfriend. The one who still texted you, hung out with you, slept at your apartment occasionally. 

[Ryu] Free tonight? I got off work early ;)

You quickly looked towards the kitchen, hoping Chifuyu wasn’t going to see you text your ex. You thought about ignoring it, but knowing Ryu, he would just come over without telling you. He still had a key to your apartment and the last thing you wanted was for Chifuyu to be balls deep in you as Ryu stood in the doorway.

[Y/N] Not tonight, I’m feeling a little sick so maybe another time

[Ryu] Ok, do you want some soup? I can get you some on my way home and drop it off at the door

[Y/N] No that’s ok, I have some here. But thank you ♥

[Ryu] let me know if there’s anything i can do

[Ryu] and i do mean anything ;)

Chifuyu wrapped his arms around you from behind the couch and leaned down towards you. You were so into your phone that you didn’t hear him come into the living room. Feeling his touch, you locked your phone and threw it down on the couch. You just hoped you did it fast enough where he didn’t see the texts.

You did want to be with him, and only him. You told yourself that if Chifuyu decided to officially date you, you would cut your ties with Ryu; doubts still plagued your mind, however. What if he just slept with you for the night and then ghosted you? At least you would still have Ryu, even if he wasn’t your boyfriend anymore.

Chifuyu kissed the top of your head. “Did you find something for us to watch?” he asked.

“There’s just a bunch of weird documentaries and horror movies on right now,” you said with a smile. “I don’t really care for scary movies, but I’ll let you decide.”

“Let me look.” He gently took the remote from your hand, standing in front of the couch as he scrolled through the list. He went back and forth between comedies and horror films; his tastes seemed to be all over the wall. “Fine, I guess we’ll watch this,” he said as he selected the movie Hitch.

“Aha!” you laughed. “This movie is so old - but it’s pretty funny. I don’t mind watching it tonight.” 

You said that, but your mind was already wandering to other places. Chifuyu had just come over, cooked you dinner, and cleaned up the kitchen. Something about seeing him do normal everyday things made your heart flutter; add him calling you a princess whilst doing that, and you felt weak. You wanted him so bad it hurt.

~

The movie had been on for about 20-30 minutes. To you though, it felt like time was moving slower than normal as you anticipated the events to follow. You decided you didn’t want to wait any longer. He was here at your house, the reason already discussed prior to his arrival. You took your chances as you positioned yourself in his lap, facing him.

“Well, hello,” he said quietly. You didn’t say anything to him as you sat there. You ran your hands through his hair, pushing his bangs slightly off his face in the motion. You pulled your hands away and grabbed his, placing them at your hips. “Mmmm,” he hummed, giving your hips a squeeze. He bit his lips as a moan rumbled in his throat, patiently waiting for what you might do next. 

You slowly started to take your tee shirt off, feeling him starting to get hard under you. Chifuyu smiled at your body and pulled it closer to him. He started to give your breasts light kisses as he rubbed your hips and ass. His kisses grew more intense as he started biting at your chest. He roughly grabbed your hair and pulled your head back; a moan of pleasure released from your throat due to the delicious pain. 

“Did you think I didn’t see?” he asked. His eyes felt like they were glaring into your soul. His grip on your hips tightened as he held you on his lap. “I know about Ryusei; I saw the texts.”

You didn’t know what to say, your words caught in your throat. “We.. we aren’t together, he’s just a friend that-”

“A friend?” His voice grew stern. “You’ve been fucking him for years even after you two broke up. I wouldn’t exactly call you friends.” He loosened his grip around your hips and trailed his hands up the side of your waist. “He must be the only good dick you’ve had in awhile.”

“I was going to cut it off with him tomorrow, after tonight,” you started to say.

“No, it’s fine,” Chifuyu said to you, bouncing you ever so slightly on his lap. “I don’t share, so I’ll have to take his title.” 

As soon as the words left his lips, he grabbed your face and locked his lips with yours. You felt his mouth open and you reciprocated his advances. The taste of metal surprised your senses as he kissed you intensely.

“You have a tongue piercing?” you asked as you pulled away from the kiss. “Since when?”

“I’ve had it the whole time,” Chifuyu laughed. “I just can’t have it in at work - but I can show you how nice it is for dessert.”

[jadesbrain]

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i am still stuck begging. still longing for something that will never be. things arent getting any better. we're still constantly arguing about things that dont need to be argued over and if you asked him he would just say that it's my fault. that im the one causing all the arguments due to my constant complaining and nagging. but he doesn't clean unless i hold his hand to help him, he doesnt help pick up or even pick up his own things. he literally told me he needs me to guide him in order for him to clean his own house. i am not going to mother him. i am not going to raise a grown man. im already raising our son. tonight i cleaned almost the entirety of downstairs by myself. moved the couch, swept, mopped, dishes, sippy cups, high chair tray and the cover, moved everything by the stairs, and wiped off the dining room table. i know since i stay home all of this should have already been done but it gets so overwhelming. i clean one thing, move onto the next, and then the last thing i cleaned is already dirty again. and i know having a mini tornado running around doesnt really help but he really just tears up the living room and his room but his room is always the cleanest in the house. honestly, life would have been easier had i kept my job. my husband and i might not be married but at least i wouldnt be picking up after two children. im so tired. i have been thinking about taking my life quite frequently. some days it seems so peaceful. just to die. to not have to beg, expect, or try to get my husband to act like he's in love with me. in death, i wouldnt have to beg anyone to help me around the house or have to constantly push through days where i want to hide away and never see the light of day again. other days it's not so bad. the days my son and i go to the park and he actually eats breakfast(he's teething rn), and we stick to the little schedule i made for us. the days my husband makes an effort to show his appreciation for what i do for our family and at leasts thanks me for the workload i carry and the mental burden of everything else. i am constantly going back and forth with myself about whether i should just take my life or not. theres nothing left in my marriage for me to hold onto. the love, the passion, the care.. it's all gone. sure if i did kill myself they might blame my depression or ptsd or even my bpd. but it's not any of that. it's the abuse when i was 7 and begging for a family. it's begging to be seen as a daughter by my stepdad while his daughters came to visit for the summer, constantly wondering why i was a bandage instead of a daughter. it's watching my mom become a borderline alcoholic and becoming addicted to smoking while i barely had money in my lunch account, staying home to watch my brother because she couldnt afford the after school care and no one else could watch him. it's being told that nothing was wrong with me all these years while i had 4 suicide attempts between the ages of 13-17. it's trusting someone to take me to see my family and then they shoved my head up to force me to kiss them. it's my great grandma dying within 2 months of that. it's me being raped in my sleep for 2 weeks and then everyone finding out about it. it's me being raped in my sleep again and developing ptsd stemmed insomnia. it's me getting kicked out of my in-laws house with my 6 month old son with no car and no place to go. it's my husband begging me to stay with them after and not caring about my mental health. it's my husband never realizing that i needed him to lean on, his shoulder to cry on. it's my husband making me feel like i am too much and the love i want is too high of expectations. it's me still fighting for him to care about me and love him right. it's my son now being at an age where he doesn't need me anymore. all of this, all the abuse, the rape, the trauma, the begging. for what? just to end up wanting to kill myself and no one realizing. i dont have a plan. i just want to die.

[house-of-slayterr]

Hi I’m so obsessed with your writing to the point it’s unhealthy🤤❤️ , can I ask you to do please hannibal with an s/o who has covid-19 and had to be isolated due to quarantine. But like with their friend and that friend hannibal hates and jealous of

An: Thank you for bearing with me while this took so long. It's been a crazy few weeks and I have like 6 stories I'm writing that I had to catch up on. But I adore this idea. I kinda want the whole enemy vibe with Hannibal rn, so congrats, I'm your friend now, lol

Quarantine Quarrel:

Work had been rough on you for the past couple of weeks. You'd worked yourself to the bone, and what did you get for it? Yelled at by your boss for getting sick, when it was a customer's fault in the first place. The woman refused t wear a mask, and you tried to get her to put it on, but she refused to leave. And now you were paying the price for it. You hated your job.

So now you had to stay home, which would have been fine and all, but two weeks of isolation wasn't good for anyone. But hey, at least you had your roommate. They were kind, just a little bit of a goofball. But they were sick too, so neither of you could really leave the house for necessities.

"Fang, it's too hot in here!" You whined from your bedroom.

You heard a soft chuckle as your door was pushed open.

"Well maybe if you took the fan out of the box that I got you..."

"Yeah, yeah, you were right, can you do it for me?"

"Only because I love you."

They got to work unboxing your fan and putting it together to the best of their ability. You frowned when they left the room, but they came back with a cold washcloth and placed it on your head.

"Shoot me a text when that gets warm if you want to cool off faster you can put it on the back of your neck."

"How are you so good at this?"

"Hello, you're talking to the resident sick kid, being horribly ill is kinda my only skill." They joked. "Get some rest, your not going to beat this by fighting it. And the longer you're sick with covid, the less I can hang out around you."

"I know, I miss movie night."

"Maybe if we sit on opposite ends of the living room..."

They closed the door behind them and sauntered off to their own room for a nap. You were both woken a few hours later by a gentle knock on the door. Fang watched you peek your head out of your room, and you looked miserable.

"I've got it, you just stay over there with your germs."

You stuck your tongue out at them, before breaking into a coughing fit that made them frown.

"Very mature."

"You love me and my germs." They rolled their eyes before moving to answer the door.

"Look, if you're here for Y/N, they're very sick," they stated.

Nobody ever came to the apartment for them, so it was unlikely someone would start now. They finally looked up to see who it was, but they didn't really need to. The Armani loafers were more than enough to tell them who it was.

"Hello, Hannibal."

Hannibal knew t was rude, but he chose not to acknowledge their hello, it wasn't genuine anyway.

"I am aware of that, Frances, that's why I brought soup and mediation."

He lifted the neatly packed reusable bag for emphasis. He didn't need to ask to come in, because they just stepped aside. They knew you would be mad if they slammed the door in his face. Hannibal swiftly made his way to the kitchen and began unpacking. They watched curiously.

"You know, when most people say they brought soup, they've already made it beforehand."

"It will taste better fresh, not that you know much about taste."

"At least I dont week tacky overpriced Italian loafer in someone else's house. Isn't your whole stick like, heating the rude or some bullshit, take your shoes off, my guy."

"I'm not 'your guy', I wasn't aware that was a rule Y/N cared about."

He stepped away from the food and began to take off his shoes.

"Yeah well, we're trying to cut down on outside germs. Considering you stomp around at crime scenes all day, I'm sure your shoes aren't the cleanest."

He growled under his breath at this.

"I'm quite positive I've seen William in here with his boots on."

They scoffed and left the kitchen, not wanting to be in his presence anymore. They knocked on your door and opened it when you gave a groan in response.

"Your lovesick savant is here." they teased.

Your eyes light up in a way they hadn't seen all week. You rolled your eyes.

"Hey, hey, what's with the enthusiastic get-up, you're still sick, Take it slow, I'm sure he's not leaving even if I want him to."

"Why do you hate him?" "I dont. He hates me. I'm just reciprocating."

It was your turn to let out a dry laugh.

"You, you smell like my grandmother's left toe, you go shower, He's making you soup so he'll be distracted in the kitchen."

"I do not smell that-" You took a whiff of yourself and cringed, "ok maybe I do."

"I'll toss the sheets in the wash since you now have this miraculous strength to get out of bed." they laughed.

"You're the best."

"I know. And I'll try to play nice while he's here. Our bickering might give you a headache."

"'I'd-" "Give me a hug if it weren't for my shit immune system... I know. Now go get cleaned up."

As you showered, they cleaned up the room a bit and left a glass of ice water on your nightstand. Before going back into the living room and watching Hanibal finish cooking.

"Don't suppose I'll be able to have any soup."

"It would be rude not to offer any. You're sick too after all."

"I'm always sick."

"Then consider this a special occasion."

"Oh I will don't worry, I'll take it to my room. You and Y/N will have your alone time. Though I'll tell you, they aren't as well off as they'll pretend to be. That's all for your sake."

He sighed heavily.

"I've asked them to stop doing that, it's a-" "Trauma response, I know. Nobody's friends with me unless they're a little screwy in the brain box. Try harder. I know they aren't your patient, but you do pretend to care about them."

"Do not presume I'm pretending."

They chuckled.

"Oh dear god, the doctors actually fell in love. How cute, is this whole house husband act just a glimpse into their future?"

"Why are you so bitter? Nobody ever fell in love with you?"

"I'm not your patient Doctor Lecter, do not psychoanalyse me. I'm not bitter, I'm protective. They're my only friend, and if you hurt them..." They pulled him close by the colour, "You're going to end up more deranged than one of your little victims. Because unlike you, I don't aim to kill, just maim. Like what you've been slowly doing to poor Willam over the years."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"For a manipulative bastard, you're a shit liar." They sighed. "That's how I know you love them, and I won't breathe a word of it to anyone. It would break them if they found out, at least if they weren't eased into it. But Hurt them, your little escapades as the ripper will be a distant memory."

"Noted."

You turned to the side,

"Welcome to the land of the living." You joked.

They cleaned up nice for barely having been able to keep down food the past few days. The look in Hannibal's eyes told Fang everything they needed to know. Hannibal really did love you, and it wasn't some sick obsession.

"You too kids have fun. Text me if you need anything." They excused themself.

"You look lovely." He breathed out.

"I look like road kill."

He winced at the thought of comparing you to something so lowly.

"We should eat, you'll need it to feel better."

"You always do take good care of me."

"Until the day you die mijn liefje"

He kissed the top of your head, not caring one bit if he got sick. You were worth it in his eyes. Hannibal would do anything you asked of him, even stop killing if it came down to it. All he needed was you, to fill that void he'd be endlessly trying to fill forever.

Dutch: My Sweetheart

[tf2fansderogatory]

Soldier is probably the cleanest of the mercs

This is a man who wasn't able to wash as often as he would have liked, so he takes full advantage of the free showers the Bases give him

He showers and the start and end each day, his room (while messy) is sparkling, and all of his clothing is fresh from the wash

I also HC that he's the best at cleaning cause he tends to get into all the small nooks and crannies :)

probably 100% most definetly. well. second to spy, at least.

soldier keeps clean because what kind of soldier leaves his messes out in the open? thats a DISGRACE and an INSULT to the USA! everyone knows that keeping in tip top shape doesnt just mean physically! you ALSO have to be hygenically clean!

his raccoons dont help with that though theyre the reason his clothes always look chewed on.

[aetherin21]

Growing Obsession and Mathematical lines.

Pairing: Getou Suguru x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Part 2, Part 3

Notes: This is my first fanfiction and I am kinda nervous. I have never written anything like this so I am very sorry. There's part 2 and 3 its full blown angst tho lol

I am also sorry in advance if it doesnt feel like its Suguru. Wanted to capture the essence of him being a highschool boy is all.

All dressed up, Suguru waited outside her door. Waiting for his lover to get ready for their planned weekend date. He made the effort to find the nicest and cleanest shirt he could find, sprayed the cologne she gifted him on his birthday and even as well accessorize just to accentuate his looks further. He's always wearing his school uniform everywhere he goes, dressing up from time to time felt nice.

This moment is what heaven felt like, floating in cloud nine. He kept on daydreaming on what they could do, all the places they could see and the food they can eat. It wasnt everyday they could spend their free time together. Missions after mission always piled up between classes, between them. Even Satoru would just crash in on the party, totally uninvited, wrecking everything. It was annoying.

If he could Suguru would rather just scoop her in his arms and just stay there in her room locked up doing god knows what but that would be a waste of their youth. He could do that once they're a bit older, he thought. Have kids along the lines.

The sound of a click brought him down from the sky as the door finally opened. Heavens gate may not have opened but god didn't send an angel for no reason. Just like him, y/n is all dolled up as much as she can. Wearing a nice collared black dress with matching cute sneakers. Her Hair is smooth and flawless as its tucked in one ear. Ah god was truly an artist.

Sparkling on the side of her face, something caught Suguru's curiousity. Is that... an earring? That's new, she never wore one before. Did she get it pierced? When? Where? Its cute, like ridiculously cute. He thought.

With thousand thoughts flooding his brain all at once only few words came out from his lips. Blushing cheeks he pointed out "Your ears..."

"Oh" she said as she fiddled with the appendage. "I forgot they're actually pierced and thought they might close if I dont wear one..." Eyeing his reaction, with fluttering lashes and glossy lips she inquired further. "Does it suit me?"

"Yeah!" clasping his mouth hiding his extreme vocal pleasure at the sight of it. He never thought just seeing those on her would make him a blushing mess. "Yeah they do. We match now." Smiling from ear to ear, their lips too also matched.

Small hands settled on his, fitting perfectly like puzzle piece. Y/n Tugged at Suguru's big ones, urging at him to his planned destination. Excitement flash between them, this was after all their long awaited quality time.

As they walk through the streets of Shibuya talking aimlessly of their days and missed moments. Answering each of their own how are yous and what you up to, Suguru couldnt help but get distracted at the glistening gem snug on her skin. Taking a glance every so often. Even as they ate their lunch his eyes would wander off to them. It hypnotized him.

Y/n noticed the strange infatuation of her boyfriend on her accessory. Giggling to herself, she found it cute. If she knew that would be his reaction, she would have worn them a long time ago.

"You want to touch them?" She teased. For once the tables had turned.

Blinking once, twice, and now thrice. The question sank into his brain. "I am sorry, didnt mean to..." caught red handed. The faint pink that dusted his face had dialed to its peak. Suguru was usually calm and collected on any situation given to him but today he was all over the place. It was unbecoming of him. Maybe it was the usual teenage hormones or maybe he just missed her so much. Or probably both.

Yeah, its definetly both.

She's a non-sorcerer after all. A girl in a different world as his. They were supposed to be intersecting lines in the cartesian plane. Meeting only once and diverge throughout but they seemed to defy that. The numbers they've written out constantly curve and cling together meeting over and over again. Without fighting it, they yeilded; from elementary to middle school and now high school. Now even if they were far a part, they had both learned how to force their coordinates to realign again, to connect once more. Exaggerating further, defy fate when needed to.

"Gross that's all wrong ya know" Satoru said to him once as he waved his hand accompanied by a pukey face, disgusted by his best friend's love struck relationship. "Love and shit isnt for someone like us. Its just gonna bite us back. Fuck her already and leave dude. I am only telling this for your own good." It was the shittiest advice Suguru could receive especially from him, his bestfriend. His love was pure, calculated maybe but pure nonetheless. Satoru wouldn't even know what true love means till it bites him in the head or kick him in the balls. He wished he could spat that back but that sounded too corny even for him. Instead, he refuted. "You're one to talk, at least I dont get slapped by a girl once every few weeks." Feigning hurt, the resident white weirdo kept making thousands of excuses how it was a waste of time and youth to fall and love. Screaming of endless perversion of possibilities that boys like them should have. Suguru could only groan internally. Not wanting to hear any of it or any of his planned midnight escapades too.

"You dont want to?" Innocent words struck his core. Coughing from his own spit as he came back to reality. Fuck Satoru, now he's coming in between him and y/n even at this crucial moment. He'll kick him in the ass once he got back to the dorms later.

Focusing back on her, he could tell she's enjoying this way too much. Watching a teenage boy struggling with his insticts infront of the girl he likes. Batting her innocent eyes like a puppy waiting for a response to her absurd question. Embarrassing but I guess that's okay. He loves her too much.

With the sound of a defeat escaping its prison, he obliged to his own needy stupidity. Its not like he is doing something obscene in public. Its just touching her ear, there's no malice to it.

"I want to." He answered with a lopsided smile. The effect she has on him will be the death of him someday.

Slowly he moved his hands towards her cheeks, tracing the skin and embedding it to his memory. She's too pretty for her own good, he thought as his finger tips now gently sandwhich the metal on his callused ones. Feeling the soft buds peaking through, untouched by the accessory. It reminded him of rose petals. Its touch was heavenly and relaxing. Addicting even. The coolness of the ornament made it more fun to fiddle around too. He could get lost at the sensation for hours.

"Can you keep wearing them?" He asked as he continued his miniscule activity. "I really like it."

Y/n held his wrist, thumbs sliding back and forth feeling his pulse. Feeling him alive, relishing in his warmth and safety. With a soft smile, she mustered a small —

"Okay."

That day in the school grounds, Suguru never really understood what Satoru's words meant. What they truly imply. After all, love is the most twisted curse of them all.

[nextstopparis]

so ive been thinking about it and im so angry they took arthur hating uther away from us. im so fucking angry that they didn’t let him keep the truth and let uther live. im so angry. because imagine what we couldve had if merlin just. hadnt lied. like arthur would hate him and he’d have done a complete 180 with magic. morgana would probably not feel so alone (whether she decides to tell him her secret or not, at least it would be abundantly clear that he’d be on her side). they would team up again and again to pull the type of escape they did with mordred for other sorcerers.

but also: arthur would absolutely stop giving a single fuck. he’d probably be like. bare minimum respectful. but the second uther pulled the same shit out of his ass arthur would just. stare and him challengingly across the room. raise his chin as if saying “fucking try it”. and uther would wither bc 1) arthur has blackmail material for the shit he has done to his mother/how much of a HYPOCRITE he is and 2) his son and daughter hate him. they’ve teamed up together against him. if morgana broke his heart in two after her “you cant begin to know how much i hate you” you can bet your ass this would’ve completely incinerated it.

but mostly. im just angry because this was arthurs best fucking chance to completely reject his abusive father. it was the cleanest break they couldve given him from uthers shit (in my opinion, anyway). he wouldve stopped caring about everything uther said bc he saw how fucked up uther was and wouldve been anle to think “fuck whatever he has to say” and MOVE ON WITH HIS LIFE. he would have hated uthers guts and would’ve stopped needing to fulfill the ‘dutiful son’ role uther raised him to internalize. he wouldve just. been the prince. and im so fucking upset because IMAGINE THAT ARTHUR!!! im. god. fuck that whole storyline idc. i dont care at all if its tragic or realistic or WHATEVER. arthur did not need to be lied to in order to not kill his father lmfao. fuck it FUCK IT im so angry.

i just cant stop thinking of a storyline where arthur absolutely hates uthers guts. i cant atop thinking about it. i need it like air oh my god

[milqueandsugar]

🏵 A Bountiful Harvest PT 2 🏵

Warning(s): robbery, cannibalism, violence, mugging, mild sexism, mentions of injury/violence, physical assualt

Character(s): Crops

The thunderous voice of the man behind the bar caught you off gaurd, a quiet gasp escaping your throat. Cursing yourself for forgetting your manners you forced a nervous smile to your lips. "Hello" you greet, you waited a few moments for him to continue conversation. But it seemed his initial greeting was an act of manners and not interest in you or your business. Which was fair, you'd say with your dishevelled hair and clothes you wouldn't want to spark conversation with you either.

After a few painfully awkward moments you cracked and found yourself wandering towards the rather grimy looking chairs. Your arms still ached from unpacking all the shipments of soil a couple days ago, and you swore you did something to your back. With your lates injury as well you really began to wish this town had a proper doctor.

Taking a seat closest to the cell, it was the cleanest one, you wait patiently for the sherrif. As patiently as you could for a woman who's had the worst two days of her life. Feeling lingering eyes on yourself you turn your attention back to the man in the cell. "Is it usually so empty around here?" You humm, biting back the more foul words that came to mind when describing the place.

From sat in the corner he visibly perked up a bit, letting out a slight hum. "Its never empty" he stated matter of factly. Playing with what looked to be beef jerky in his hands. The man piqued your interest to say the least. Everyone in this town seemed like they had an opinion, or something to say. But he didn't, he spoke when spoken too. Admittedly it was a nice break.

Your interest however didn't make the statement any less startling. You guessed the town must be filled with ruffians if the Jailhouse never empty. As much as you'd rather be banging on the walls for some sort of attention you didn't want to get into a fit with the Sherrif already. So you bit your tongue, and you waited.

"I don't believe I ever caught your name, sir?" You lead on, figuring you might be here for a while it might do you some good to make friends. Or at least a friend.

The man shifts on the barrel he was sitting on, turning his attention close to you as a slight rumble escaped his throat. The man had a strange aura, like the feeling you get when told scary stories, what was it called again..?

"Crops"

Oh right, creepy. That's the word to describe everything about this man. From his steely blue eyes and unnaturally sharp incisors, even the name was eerily unfitting.

Crops.

Like the cannibal you had been told ghost stories about. The man rumored to be let out of the jail to deal with certain citizens. The man that supposedly cleared this town. You thought it was a joke at first. But now you were talking to him, goose bumps ran up your skin as he inched closer to you.

"And yours, Mrs?"

"Y/N, it's nice to meet you Crops" you know better then to anger a man who could easily have your life in his hands in a day or two. So swallowing your fear, and blinking away the premature tears in your eyes you gave him a friendly smile.

"How'd you get hurt?" He inquired his eyes seeming fixated on yours. How did he... how did he know? Your confusion must have been clear on your face as he spoke up. "You smell of blood".

Oh god he could smell your blood, nervously you finally tore your eyes from his, choosing instead to stare at the floor boards under foot. Counting the grains in a pathetic attempt to calm your nerves. "I uh, I was mugged the other day. I got stabbed in the process" you explain as vaguely as possible. Seeing as the man was in the same room the Sherrif would be speaking to you in it's easy to assume he would soon get all the details. But for now he didn't need to know everything . He didn't need to know anything about you.

Slowly he nodded, it didn't seem like new news for him and thata what startled you the most. "It's best to stay out of their way" he spoke nonchalantly. Like they were just some immature drivers or some drunkards. Like this was normal. "Everyone's been saying that but it's a bit harder when they come to your front door" you sigh. The people here were friendly, strange but mostly friendly. However they seemed to hold either cowardice or were extremely condescending. You hoped it was because you were new to town, not that you were a woman.

The man- er, Crops however seemed to lack these qualities. Any qualities really, he spoke like he was simply pointing something out, or repeating information told to him. Everything about him was so alien and unnerving. The way he seemed so fixated on your abdomen, the way the occasional growl erupted from his throat when something seemed to upset him. You were beginning to sound like a broken record at this point.

"I think you need to redo your stitches" He observed, gesturing loosely to yourself. With furrowed brows you glanced down, the tiniest droplets of red beginning to seep through your new dress. Had you been so frightened by the man you hadn't realized you had popped a stitch? Your grip on the hem of your skirt tightened as you noticed Crops stepping ever closer to you, pressing against the bars.

Before either of you could say anything you were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Turning you felt relief run over your mind as you spotted the sheriff. However that relief was quickly snuffed out as you got a better look at the man.

He was drunk.

Not tipsy, not hungover, drunk. By the looks of it plastered as well. You practically felt your face drop.

"Could I help you miss? You know I'm not the physician, correct?" The taller spoke in a way that indicated tiredness. He slurred his words and rolled his r's in a peculiar way that seemed native to this town. Everything about both the man and the town was peculiar, guess it would be a shocker to see him anywhere outside of this shit hole.

His clothes were even more so disheveled then yours, his hat seated crooked on his strawberry blonde locks and stubble grew in patches lining his chin. Even a cigar hung from his lips to complete the ensemble.

"No, I know, I'm here to report a crime? Not to see the doctor" you reason getting to tour feet to greet the man, though he merely rolled his eyes at your extended hand. "Report a crime you say? What happened Hun?" He slurred. Nervously glancing back at Crops, who now seemed much more interest in his nails, you lowered your voice as you spoke. "Should we be talking in front of a prisoner-".

The sheriff's almost mocking laughter rang out around the room, catching you a but off guard. "Oh Crops? Anything you can tell me you can tell Crops, he knows everything about everyone in this town, dont you?" Thompson assured. But no confirmation came from the black haired man stood behind the decrepit looking bars. "Not much of a talker" Thompson dismissed with a wave of his hand.

Passing a glance Crops' way you couldn't help but hum along. He seemed pretty talkative with you? Maybe that wasn't the right word, but he would at least acknowledge your existence. To be fair, if you had to be with Thompson for more then an hour you'd probably be just about the same way.

"Now sugar, tell me what happened ".

[kpop---scenarios]

Poisonous Lies (1)

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader x Jeno

Warning: Violence, Smut, Obsession, Language, etc

Word Count: 2.3k

“YN.” your mom calls out, bringing you out of your deep sleep that you were very much enjoying. You fold your pillow over your ears as she continues to yell your name, the shrieking sound of her voice coming closer and closer with every call. You feel your blanket being ripped off your body as your mom spits curses at you. 22 years old and you still live with your mother, this life was sad, although it wasn't your fault, you decided on your own to stay home and help your mom out after your dad was sentenced to 10 years in prison for tax fraud, and tax evasion. It wasn't his finest moment, he was trying to help his family. Your father was a man who would do anything for his family to protect them, and that’s exactly what he did and now he was suffering the consequences of his own actions. 

“I swear to god, YN.” your mom yells. “If you don't get your ass up in the next 30 seconds, i'm going to lose my mind. Your train leaves in 45 minutes and if you dont get ready and leave in 10 then you're not going to be able to see your dad. It’s his birthday, remember. “ she says. Shit. you definitely had forgotten that it was today. You quickly bolt up in bed, scrambling to get up and out of your bed. You were rushing around your room grabbing whatever looked the cleanest on your floor before heading to your bathroom, slamming the door in the process. Your mom sighs loudly before she leaves your room, leaving you to finish getting ready. You knew it was hard for her, not having your dad around, especially since she wasn't able to go on the visit today, she couldn't get the time off. It had really only been 2 years since he’s been in there and you, her and your brother had faced some very hard times, and have been barely surviving the bills, mortgage, loans and whatever else. Your mom was working 2 jobs, you and your brother both working one, and all your money went towards the house bills, rarely leaving you much left over but the three of you made it work, you always figured it out. 

As you run down the stairs, you’re putting your hair into a messy bun, forfeiting any makeup today, it's not like you were trying to impress anyone anyways. “You ready?” your mom asks, car keys in her hand. 

“Yeah, just let me grab my bag.” you huff. You run into the kitchen, snatching your purse from the counter before you head back to the front door, which is wide open. You roll your eyes heading out the door, closing it behind you before sliding into the passenger seat of the SUV that you all shared. Your mom didn’t say a word to you on the ride to the train station. You clutched your train ticket in your hand as she pulled in front of the station. “Please tell him happy birthday from me and that I love him.” she whispers as you are getting out of the car. You give her a half smile before nodding your head.

“Don't worry mom, I will. And he knows.” you say before shutting the door and running inside. It didn't take you long to navigate your way through the station, you’ve been making this trip a few times a month, going to see him as much as you could. You picked a seat, setting your bag down beside you. You just made it on time, seconds later you were on your way and you couldn't wait to see your dad. 

Standing in line, you were waiting to have your bag checked and to go through the xray machine. When that was all clear you headed to the front desk, showing your ID and filling out paperwork before you could even go into the room and wait for him. It always took longer than expected, especially when they find out the person in front of you was trying to smuggle some drugs in her cooch, and then she bursts into tears as they take her away. You never could understand why anyone would ever try, they usually always catch it. You're risking your freedom for some dude. It's never worth it in your opinion. 

“LN, YN.” you hear your name is called. “You can head in now.” the guard finishes, nodding towards the visitation room. The door buzzes open and you see him immediately, sitting in the back, in the middle of the room. His fingers were locked together with his head down. It felt like it had been forever since you had last seen him. “Dad.” you sniffle and his head darts up, the smile spreads across his face so quickly as he stands up from his chair. You walk towards him, his arms are spread wide, waiting to embrace you. You crash into his chest, wrapping your arms around him as he does you, holding you tightly. You missed his hugs, and the safeness you felt from him. You both let go, tears brimming in your eyes as you both sit down across from each other. 

“Happy birthday dad.” you smile. He reaches out to grab your hand, whispering a small thank you while his head hung low. “Mom also wishes you a happy, and she says that she loves you.” You tell him, but you knew he already knew that. 

“I know.” he smiles. “Im assuming that she had to work today?” he asks. You nod your head. 

“She tried to get the time off but you know Dave, he’s a dick and wouldnt even let her have the morning off.” you tell him. But again, you knew he already knew that. Dave and your dad had been friends for years, but after your dad was sentenced the man acted as if he never knew him and was never friends with him. Your eyes wander around the room, as if anything would be different since the last time you were here. You looked out into the common room, you were just scanning the room when your eyes were met with someone elses. A man, a very handsome man staring directly at you, smiling. You tried to contain your blush and your smile but it was hard too. You had never seen anyone that looked like him before and you didn’t know what to do. You’re brought out of your trance by your dad clearing his throat before continuing on with the conversation. 

“Tell me, what’s going on with you? How is your brother?” he asks. But before you can answer the lights of the prison flicker, the alarm blares as the red siren lights up the room on beat with the alarms. 

“What’s happening?” you ask, panicked but before your dad can say anything you both look over at the large commotion happening in the common room, which was only separated from the visiting room by one large door. You looked around, seeing the other visitors watching what was happening but no one was fully reacting to anything. 

“Im sure the guards will get it sorted, these things happen sometimes. No need to worry.” your dad tells you, trying to reasure you. 

You couldnt help but worry. You watched as fights were breaking out between prisoners, prisoners and guards, and as you watched in horror, the prisoners were seemingly taking the guards down a lot more easily then they should have been able too. Your eyes were darting to every window that you could see and watched a guard after guard collapsed, inmates taking their guns or batons, a cluster of inmates slamming guards into the windows, shaking the what is supposed to be bullet proof glass. Seconds later a fight in the visiting room breaks out after an inmate bashes a guards head aginst the table. Youre panicked, other visitors are screaming, leaving their tables, some pounding on the door, begging the other guards to open it so they can escape. People were rightfully panicking as inmates from the common rooms began trying to shoot the windows to break them, or pry open the doors into the visiting room. The doors were now buzzed open letting the guards from the front now rush in from one side and unfortunately letting the inmates rush through the other doors into the room where you and your dad were. He had taken you to the corner of the room as you both watched blood and tears being spilled, the sounds of cries and plea's being yelled out as the inmates attacked anyone in their way, including those who were just visiting their loved ones. You can feel your heart pounding so loud in your ears you feel weak, like you might faint. Your stomach is churning at the sight of blood. Your father takes you by the hand pulling you with him through another open door, but as soon as the two of you make it into another room he’s smashed in the head by another inmate who is refusing to let up on him, continually beating on him. 

“Please stop!” you cry 

“Sup, mama.” you hear from behind you. You turn around, seeing a terrifying looking man walking through the doorway, moving slowly towards you. The man hitting your dad is satisfied with his work and finishes before standing up and smiling at you, both of them slowly walking towards you. You turn your head looking both ways, there's only one other door besides the one you came through and you're pretty sure it's locked. You keep backing up, you know you have nowhere to go. You back up until you're pinned against the wall, fear jolting through your body as you try and think of anything you could possibly say or do to get yourself out of this situation but you know that there is nothing you can do, except try and fight. 

“What do you want?” you ask, your voice is shaking. Both men chuckle. 

"You, mama." The one man smiles. He raises his hand as he gets closer to you, his finger trailing down your face. You squeeze your eyes shut, tears rolling down your cheeks and you let out a scream, as loud as you could. You switched between yelling "help me." And screaming, hoping someone would come for you. 

The man slaps his hand over your mouth. He looks pissed. "Why would you do that mama, don't you like me?" He asks. "It's been a long fucking time since we've had some good pussy." He chuckles in your ear. You can feel his body pressing against you. You try to focus on anything else, but all you can hear is the sound of him breathing and the screams and cries of the ones caught up in the riot. 

Suddenly you feel a release. You can no longer feel his body pressing against you, you can hear yelling much closer. You open your eyes and see a blonde haired man, and a familiar sandy brown haired man pulling the two men away from you. Within seconds the men who wanted to attack you were down on the floor, and the two men who saved you grabbed your hands, pulling you out of the room and away from the chaos, as well as away from your badly injured father. 

The three of you are running down a hallway, the alarm is still blaring, you can hear police sirens from outside. Neither one of the inmates who saved you are sure of where to go, everywhere you look there are inmates killing each other, inmates with guns and weapons, minimal guards around. 

"Hey!" You hear from down the hall. You all turn around and see the man who was pressing himself against you. "She's not fucking yours. I had my eye on her, and I want her." He yells. 

The two pull you in a random direction, knowing they need to get you away from him and protect you. After turning corner after corner, one of them opened a door, quickly pulling you inside before slamming it shut. Your body is shaking, your crying heavily. You never expected today to turn out how it did. 

The sandy brown haired one begins grabbing whatever heavy thing he can find and piling it against the door, while the blonde one cradles you in his arms, rubbing your back as you cry. 

"I'm sorry." You whisper. 

"Nothing to apologize for." He whispers. You can hear the smile in his voice. "What's your name?" He asks. 

"Y/N." You sniffle. 

"Beautiful name." The brown haired one says. "I'm Jeno." He finishes introducing himself. He continues to look at you, studying your face, like he knew you. 

"And I'm Taeyong." The man who has his arms wrapped around you says. You look up at him, his beautiful eyes looks back at yours. 

You knew you were fucked up, and you had issues when it came to men. And one of your issues was seemingly falling for the ones who save and protect you. You didn't even know Taeyong, and yet you were immediately attracted to him, at this moment, you didn't even care that he was in prison or what he did. 

You wanted him. 

"Are you okay?" Taeyong asks looking at you still, as Jeno is busy securing the door. 

"Yeah.. I just.." you pause. You lift your head and press your lips to his. He pulls away for a second, looking at you shocked. You immediately feel embarrassed and go to cover your face bar Taeyong doesn't let you. He moves your hands away, placing his hand around the back of your neck before he leans in, crashing his lips to yours. 

In the moment, you didn't think about what possible consequences could come from this, all you knew was you wanted him, and you didn't care that you were going to fuck an inmate.

[skzshortcake]

hiii! if your requests are open, can i request for a scenario where hyunjin gets worried because his s/o is overworking themself and shutting him out so he comforts them bcs he knows they have severe anxiety about failing or not being enough?? sorry if this is weird 🥺 thank you and have a nice day!

of course!! 

favorite song  -  hwang hyunjin

member: hyunjin

warnings: anxiety and overworking (but a comforting ending!!)

note: (sorry to anyone who sent in a request earlier and i haven’t written it yet, i’m doing my best! i’m not in the mood for “happy” things right now so it might be a little longer until my writing is back to normal) this wasn’t proofread and i dont know where i went with this but hi i hope you like it

requests are still open, but it might take me a bit to get to them.

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“i brought you a fruit plate. they’re cut into heart shapes!” you hear a knock at your door and hyunjin’s voice telling you what gift he brought. it’s about midday and you had a massive roster of projects to work on.

you would have usually let him in, but you were currently preoccupied with sitting in a pile of messy clothes and discarded lined paper stained with this morning’s tears.

you hesitate before gathering all of your might to stop your almost-tears and answer the door.

“hey. thank you.” you answer to his proud smile while he showed off his past 45 minutes spent cutting your favorite fruits into messy hearts. before you could explain why you had the door barely open to try and hide the mess, he pulled you into a hug.

“i know you’re not feeling well right now, and that’s ok, but it’s really important to me that i can help you. it’s my job to protect you and it hurts me to know that you’re going through a difficult time right now. so, is it ok if i clean your room for you? you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, and i can keep quiet and you can ignore me, but i just want to do you a small favor.”

you just let him hold you for a second, the pink heart-shaped paper plate was nearly crushed in between you both. “yeah, uh.. sure.” your voice obviously sounded like you were tearing up. 

you paused.

“i’m so scared, hyunjin.” you choked out.

“oh, little one, i know. it’s ok... it’s ok to be scared. can you tell me what’s upsetting you?” he barely pulled away from the hug to look you in the eye and brush hairs out of your face.

“i have so much work to do. so much. i’m weeks behind and everyone else is going to be moving on and doing great things and i’m stuck here getting nowhere. i’m letting so many people down because everyone told me i’d be doing great things and here i am.”

he let you talk about your worries. hyunjin knew this feeling well, and also knew he couldn’t say much to change your mind, but he could certainly try, and he could definitely show you love and help you recover to a better mindset.

“i know, sweetie. but we’re going to figure it out. if everyone worked at the same pace and did the same things then people wouldn’t be interesting. your work pace is your own, and it’s ok to slow down a bit. it’s like a dirt path, if everyone took the same path then it would get so worn down and we’d all end up in the same place. it would be too crowded.” 

the sobs started to build in your throat even more. his words held half the amount of meaning that they usually would because you were in such a low place, and hyunjin knew that too, so he just pet your hair and let you cry as much as you needed.

“i just want to feel ok again.” you whimpered out to him.

hyunjin’s heart broke.

“here. how about i help you a bit,” he bit back his tears to stay strong for you “i’m going to make your bed real quick, we can use the sheets i washed last night, and i’m going to lay you down there for a bit and you’re going to rest while i clean your room. we can figure it out from there.” he stepped up and made a plan, knowing you didn’t have the energy to take charge.

you nodded, and with that hyunjin took the paper plate from you again and set a hand on your back to lead you to the cleanest corner of your room, which wasn’t saying much.

“you stay right here.” he booped your nose after he put your favorite song on his phone and soon left to get the extra sheets.

once hyunjin came back (you were barely able to see him over the top of the massive stack of sheets he was holding) he made your bed, even going to the extent to fluff the pillows and arrange your stuffed animals for you.

hyunjin tenderly laid you down on your bed, praising you for slowing your breathing down to softer breaths.

“you can pick whatever songs you want.” he set his phone in your hand and kissed your forehead, soon moving onto sitting on your floor, organizing papers and putting your clothes into a laundry basket.

you don’t know when you fell asleep, but you woke up feeling drowsy, seeing hyunjin above you mindlessly brushing your hair and listening to the playlist you put on earlier. he noticed your tear stained face and tired eyes and encouraged you to sleep again.

“hey, sleep, sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up. you’re so tired, darling.” he pushed your head back against his chest, and you fell asleep to him singing “grow up” for you.

you surely knew this wouldn’t be the last time you felt like this, but with hyunjin it would all be ok in one way or another. 

[party-gilmore]

Honestly my SPNxLeverage timeline goes exactly like this:

Baby teenage Eliot finds out about monster and hunting cause of a First Encounter type situation out in the small midwest town he grew up in - a hunter saved his ass, so he started dipping into the business a bit here and there because he finds he likes saving people. Tells his dad he's disappearing on training field trips with the JROTC or something. Due to various complicated relationship reasons, his dad doesn't look too much into this

Eliot goes by middle syllable "Lee" in the hunting world, very aware he doesn't exactly want this people to know too much personal stuff about his life

Lee meets Dean in their late teens, they hit it off, and John takes him in a bit (in his own way - that is, reaching him to be a useful hunter to help further his own crusade)

After a couple hunts together, maybe late late teens early early twenties? Lee and Dean get almost caught sneaking around together by John (I personally enjoy 'actually get caught,' but I'm basing this off Lee saying he 'liked the crusty old sonuvabitch') and Dean freaks out and cuts contact

Lee follows up on some contacts John gave him, winds up working with some old military friends of his, who then kinda get him interested in "properly serving his country" again, and he's been losing the flavor for the hunting world since we really started seeing the toll it took on Dean and Sam, so he gives up monster hunting and joins the military - hoping to save more lives in a cleaner sort of way and wash his hands of his darker side

Turns out that was all propaganda. We know this.

From there shit plays out pretty much as canon, with the exception of SPN Season 7 - Leverage is looking at possibly taking on Dick Roman, but Eliot spots Dean on some of the surveillance footage Hardison's looking up and goes and has a talk with Nate - "look, I cant tell you why, but you need to trust me, this? this is not our kind of job. we CANT take this one. please, Nate, I dont ask for much but I need you to here me on this. someone else is handling it. let them."

The the actual episode with Lee comes up but actually Eliot is just posing as the owner of the plan for the con they're running - he sends the rest of the team on their way soon as Dean walks in the door and he realizes they're dealing with something supernatural (except ofc Hardison recognizes the guy that walked in and started chatting up Eliot has died like three times with a federal wanted dossier a mile long and absolutely does NOT really leave)

Eliot and Dean absolutely have nostalgic, bittersweet, kinda sad but also kinda healing closure sex that night

The big showdown with the monster goes down with Dean finding it instead of being fed to it, obviously, and when Eliot goes to rescue him he has to come clean with his work with Leveragr to prove "no no no I'm not really the owner it was a con! I had no idea this thing was down here! Dean please listen to me we HAVE to find the real owner!"

Meanwhile Hardison and Parker were still snooping around because sure Eliot's hands aren't exactly the cleanest either and the trail of this guy doesn't QUITE line up so he could be a reformed "specialist" from the old days like Quinn, except they still sure as hell aren't gonna leave their partner alone with a possible serial killer! And they get napped by the actual bad guy.

So then when Eliot and Dean go to rescue THEM, Eliot had to come clean to them about the hunting world and monsters and stuff.

And then at the very end over dinner in the roadhouse that Eliot now ACTUALLY owns, they discuss that actuay this is a good arrangement - Eliot and his team taking down the human monsters, Dean and his team taking down the non human monsters, and maybe they'll get together and help out whenever their marks stray into joint territory - like maybe the Dick Roman thing could have been a little easier if they'd worked together.

Also later when Hardison and Parker leave them alone to their dessert with a wink and nudge and Eliot swats back at them, and things settled into a more companionable silence, Eliot's sort of like... actually, I uh... look the other night... it was nice. It meant a lot, uh... to me, you know. But... look, those two... I think they're kinda "it" for me, you know?"

And Dean's first impulse is to say no not really, but then he thinks about it, and kind of realizes yeah, he does sort of know... and he and Eliot maybe talk about relationship and what they really want out of them and Dean maybe opens up about his complicated situation with Cas because he's finally got someone he CAN talk about it with and by the time they wind down around 3 AM they linger in the parking lot for a minute and maybe share one last, slow, gentle kiss for both old times sake and as closure for who they are now, and they grin, and Eliot smacks Dean's ass one more time before scrabbling away to his own car

And Eliot goes back to Hardison and Parkers hotel room, and Dean sits in the car and... and calls Cas.