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wileys-russo · 1 year ago

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NOOOO now we need a pt 2 of cough medicine with a grumpy reader because alexia has passed the cold to her and alexia dressing up in the nurse outfit to surprise her…

lil sequel to this ! suggestive content at the end cough medicine 2.0 II a.putellas

"mi princesa i said i was sorry!" your girlfriend groaned as you scoffed and reached to grab the bottle of water on the coffee table in front of you.

"sorry doesn't make me not sick alexia i warned you!" you grunted ou in annoyance, pushing away her hands which attempted to massage your shoulders.

"bebita in my defense-" your girlfriend started, accent thick as she spoke english but the withering glare you shot her had her wishing she'd mumbled it in spanish and out of your earshot as she fell silent and your attention returned to the television.

"can i get you something?" the catalonian asked sweetly as you ignored her, tucking your knees up to your chest and pulling the blanket to your chin. "mi amor do you need anything? tissue, cough medicine, tea, soup, a hug?" your girlfriend smiled hopefully as you shot her a blistering side eye.

"for you to leave me alone." you grumbled, sniffling and wiping your nose with the sleeve of your hoodie. you'd even refused to wear one of alexia's and thats when she knew you were perhaps just a touch beyond the normal level of grumpy you became when unwell.

though really alexia knew it was her fault. you'd at first been strong and held quite firm to the no kissing rule when she was sick last week, needing to still be viable and healthy to look after her as well as work from home while you did so.

now to the average bystander they'd not know the true nature of your girlfriends incredibly clingy tendencies, but when her walls were down and it was just the two of you she melted like a icey in the sun, crawling on top of you.

if you didn't react fast enough she'd grab your arms and wrap them around her, tucking them up the back of whatever was covering her torso, the blonde mumbling into your neck she wanted back scratches and you'd often tease that if she got any closer she'd be inside your skin.

then when alexia was sick it was even more dire that she have every possible ounce of your attention and touch. so as the hours ticked by and you'd still held firm that her lips weren't to touch yours and she not get too close, her attempts to break you down also doubled.

unfortunately to your own detriment you also found yourself feeling a little touch starved, and the more effort alexia made to getting you to crack the closer and closer you stepped toward the edge.

but over and over you warned her that not only did you have to work but you had a music festival with your friends on the weekend you needed to be in fit and fighting shape for.

spoiler alert, a night of consolation kisses to cheer up your incredibly pouty and miserable girlfriend who was informed she'd not be fit enough to make the squad this weekend meant it was needless to say you weren't going to the music festival now.

it had been frosty for the last two days since.

you'd even gone as far as to put up a pillow wall as a compromise for not kicking alexia out of the bed much to the constant whining and apologizing and groveling and begging and pleading you were far too tired and unwell to give into.

"mi vida. por favor i do not know what else to do, i have said over and over i am very sorry!" alexia groaned again, collapsing into the sofa beside you, thumping into the cushions and hazel eyes burning holes into the side of your head.

"i told you, leave me alone." you huffed, well aware you were now bordering on overreacting but your dampened state of well being and the fomo of watching your friends all have fun at the festival without you was making it near impossible to move on from that.

with one final sigh and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before you could push her away alexia did as you asked and left you be. and with the warmth of the blanket and your inconsistent temperature it didn't take long before you drifted off.

when you woke up it was to an all too familiar smell, lifting your head groggily and peeking over the back of the lounge you could see your girlfriend with her back to you in the kitchen.

you hadn't made a single noise but alexia could feel your eyes on her as she glanced over her shoulder and threw you a smile which you didn't return, though you also didn't turn away, resting your chin on top of the sofa and watching her as she cooked.

"are you making your soup?" you rasped out after awhile, unable to ignore the overwhelmingly alluring smell wafting closer and closer. "maybe." alexia grinned coyly as you rolled your eyes and flopped back down onto the sofa.

"not in the mood for cute." you quipped with a huff, stretching your arms out behind your head and tuning back into the spanish soap opera your girlfriends sister had gotten you shamefully addicted to, though alba never ceased to tease that you needed the subtitles on.

you glanced up when you heard someone clear their throat, looking up at your girlfriend for a fleeting moment as she stood before you and placed down two bowls of soup on the coffee table before your gaze returned to the television

but then when you realized alexia had done an outfit change, your head snapped back so fast you near gave yourself whiplash.

"hola bebita." she purred with a suggestive smile as you sat upright and covered your mouth with your hand, taking in your incredibly athletically built girlfriend in all her glory.

her glory being the ill fighting barely covering nurses costume that was yours which was sitting taunt against her muscular body.

given the fact it was made in your size and not hers, and she easily stood two and a half heads taller, she looked like one wrong move would have her bursting out of it like the hulk.

and so you did the only thing your body could do in the moment taking her in and the way her thick quad muscles had the garters wrapped around them about a millisecond from snapping, you collapsed backwards into the sofa clutching at your stomach, body heaving with laughter which rang around your empty shared home.

the reaction was clearly not what the taller girl anticipated as her mouth formed a small o and she crossed her arms, the way the sleeves ripped as she did so only making you laugh harder.

"hey! this was supposed to be sexy, not funny!" alexia protested with a huff, your head shaking to and fro as you tried to stop laughing for a moment so you could get a word out.

"cariño its not funny!" alexia groaned, a slight blush coating her cheeks as she shuffled closer. "oh mi amor you're forgiven. you're so forgiven!" you pulled your phone out and wiped a stray tear, snapping a few photos as your girlfriend gasped and tried to cover up.

"well this was not what i wanted but i am glad to at least see you smile again." alexia gave in with a shake of her head, moving to sit down beside you so you could both eat, grateful to hear her favorite noise once more as your belly laughter subsided into giggles.

but right as she did a strange noise sounded and your hand once more flew to your mouth, alexia now near naked beside you as the entire back of the ensemble ripped clean in half, your eyes raking over the taunt tattooed and tanned skin of her back.

"don't." alexia warned seriously, a pleading look in her eyes as you lost it again, sagging into her and clutching at your stomach as the sounds of your laughter filled the air. "amor!" alexia whined, clearly embarrassed as her hands flew to cover her own face.

"are you comfortable?" you teased, sitting up on your knees beside her once your laughter had settled, wrenching alexia's hands away from her face with a raised eyebrow. "no." your girlfriend mumbled with a huff and a roll of her eyes.

"so now you understand how it feels when i dress up for you." you hinted, eyebrow raising even higher as alexia sighed but nodded. "i have more muscles! it hurts more." the girl huffed, bottom lip jutting out into a slight pout.

"thats what you're going to take from all of this? ale i just forgave you, don't piss me off again." you huffed smacking her chest lightly as the corners of her mouth curled upward slightly.

"why not? it is what you are taking from this, no?" the slight smile turned into a full on grin now as she settled back into the lounge a little more clearly making an effort to flex her biceps and upper arm muscles as they sat folded behind her head.

"still not in the mood for cute. and thanks to you i'm sick, so if it was sex you were angling for putellas...think again." your hand smacked gently against her cheek a few times with a wink.

though before you could reach for your food your back was flat against the sofa and your girlfriend hovered over you, settling herself on her knees between your legs.

"you know bebita, there is still a lot i can do for you while you are unwell. but only if you are feeling up to it!" a singular finger trailed down your bare leg, her smirk widening at the goosebumps which arose in response.

"well you are a nurse, and it would be wrong of me to assume i know what i need better than a nurse." you smiled, alexia raising an eyebrow as she sunk a little lower, a few kisses trailed up your leg as you hummed, already feeling better as they got higher and her large hands gripped your thighs pushing your legs even further apart.

you sighed in pleasure and tangled your hands in her hair as her chin rested on your abdomen, looking up at you with a smile as she played with the hem of your shorts, t-shirt pushed upward and a few kisses placed to your stomach as your eyes fluttered closed and your shorts suddenly dissapeared.

"let me make it all feel better princesa."

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ak319 · 19 days ago

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when narin(with the baby😞) threatens to leave the house and actually leaves to go to his parents house what does he even do there, how does his jealous even allow him to do that, nd what does coco have to do convince him to come back😫 (cuz i would be in my hands and knees😞)

♥︎ Warnings: bxg but matriarchal themes e.g. mpreg mentions!)

♥︎ taglist: @enchantingkitty

When Narin Leaves With Mylo After a Fight (Yes, Actually Leaves)

This little drama king of a husband doesn’t just threaten to leave, he does it. Hair wrapped in a scarf, baby bag slung over one arm, and Mylo snuggled against his chest in a duck-print swaddle. He doesn’t even slam the door (too scared it’ll wake Mylo), but the silence is somehow worse.

He disappears to his parents’ house, not even sparing you a backward glance.

At his parents’ house:

He collapses dramatically on the plush floral couch like a fainting duchess, holding Mylo as if he’s just been abandoned by the love of his life.

His father has a hand on his shoulder, sighing through the familiar routine while Narin sniffles theatrically. "She barely looked at me when she came home… I’m just… background to her now, Papa. Like a forgotten vase with STRETCH MARKS!! AND HOW DARE SHE TAKE HER BROTHER'S SIDE DURING THAT DINNER'S INCIDENT?!"

He dramatically feeds Mylo mashed pears with shaky hands like he’s a single parent surviving betrayal.

His mom tries to offer logic, but his dad leans into it like: "Let her miss you, son. Women like that need to be reminded what they’re losing, my son. Make her beg. You’re worth it. Let her feel the hole you and Mylo leave behind. And next time she wants to raise her voice? She’ll think twice."

Narin then refuses your calls, sends one petty text like: "Don’t bother. Mylo and I are safe. Don’t come unless it’s to drop off my face cream I forgot. Thanks."

He even lies to his mom like "Coco told me I ruined her life by getting pregnant!!!! She said I made everything harder. (A complete lie, but now his mom is kinda mad at you too despite knowing her husband and son's nature very well. So mission accomplished.)

You try calling. Desperately. No answer.

You text: → "Please pick up. Just tell me Mylo’s okay." → "I’m sorry. Come home."

He replies only once: → "Don’t come. I’m over it. Don’t need someone who sees me as an inconvenience."

And then blocks your number. Blocks. Your. Number.

What You Have to Do to Win Him Back

Step 1: Grovel. You show up at his family’s house with:

His favorite snacks

A designer tote bag

A handwritten apology letter (he makes you read it aloud)

And one expensive baby toy Mylo is too young to understand but Narin will dramatically open anyway

Step 2: Apologize to his mom.

You must look her in the eye and say, "I failed your son. I didn’t cherish him enough. Please let me try again." (She pretends to be cold but gives you a knowing nod because she did this too once with Narin’s dad ☠☠☠ ( AN: imagine that---can picture you and her trauma bonding in the porch-)

Step 3: Beg for Mylo.

"Please, Narin. Just send a picture, baby. I can’t sleep not knowing how he looks. Please, just his hand."

Narin finally softens, but only a little. He texts back:

"You want a pic? Fine. Come take it yourself. I left the door open."

Of course he is not gonna stay here long cuz what if you bring another man behind his back?!

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the-ate-show · 4 months ago

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Skin and Bones

Wc: 7.7k

WARNING: this chapter does contain some content that hints at smut BUT it's fade to black dw, this is sfw :3

That night, you wandered out of your room, dazed. You walked down the steps, unable to control the helplessness that pierced your heart. You skipped on the swings, or the seesaw, going towards the playset to sit up in its confines. You heard his footsteps, controlled and exasperated. He looked up at you from the foot of the slide, you stared down at him from where your head was hidden behind your knees.

“I was wrong,” you started.

7 gave a slow nod, with a sigh, “I know,” he gestured for you to come, but you didn’t budge. If you were to do anything except just sit here, you’d cry.

He very begrudgingly sat on the slide bottom.

“How’d you know she’d do it?”

“She doesn’t strike me as the type to pick peace over pride,”

“No, she isn’t,”

“Do you regret not picking 3?”

“Can’t say i do.” you sniffled. “Hunger, exhaustion, dehydration are all one thing. The feeling I'd get if I betrayed the one man in here who's actually reliable? Unimaginable,”

He let out a dry laugh, giving you a glance out of the corner of his eye. “Harsh,”

“Not harsh enough.” you paused, then let out a breath, “Why’d you do that yesterday?”

“Do wh-”

“You know what I’m talking about, Yu.”

“Kiss you?” you nodded, lips tucked in. He shrugged.

“Did you know I’d get mad?”

He looked down at his hands, nodding slowly like a child fessing up to crimes. “I… Got a little caught up I guess,”

“In what?”

“You.” “Oh save it, you just wanted to get me on your side.”

He bit his lips. “Maybe a little bit of both,” he hummed, tapping on the plastic.

“Okay mr genius, how do we fix this mess?”

“Grovel,”

“I’m not doing that,”

“And then you’ll starve,”

“You okay?” a female voice suddenly joined, 2.

“I’m okay, you?” she sat next to you on the playset, and you leaned your head on her shoulder.

“Hungry,” she let out a breath of air. “Can’t sleep.” she looked over and gave a nod to 7, who returned it.

“How’re we gonna fix this?” she asked you, and you shook your head.

“7 sai-”

“I wasn’t asking 7,” she says with more venom than necessary. Oh she doesn’t like him very much right now, perhaps she knows he voted for 3. “What do you think we should do?”

“Starve,”

“Actually?”

You lifted your head, “8 doesn't want to leave the show, if one of us dies she’d have to. So,”

“She’ll just give us enough food to keep us alive,” 7 responded.

“But she can’t control whether or not we eat it,”

“You’d kill yourself just to prove a point?”

“Might as well go out with a bang,” you breathed out.

2 gives you a glance and a comforting pat on the shoulder, “We should go, it’s almost midnight, plus you’re already starting to lose it.”

Another two days of torture passed, where 5 begged, 6 pleaded, and the rest could barely muster the energy to leave their room. You found yourself with 3 frequently these days. Seemed that he outweighed you in the awkward department, and with him there was no social pressure to be cool. Hunger gnawed at your body, threatening your soul along too with its persistent cracking of your resilience.

5 was taking it the worst, on a day where you all lounged tiredly in the common area, she randomly got up. She was excited, thanking 8 for coming down with the meal kits, and beckoning everyone over to eat. You all stared in confusion. 3 gave you a look and you shrugged. 1 was the one to break her out of her trance, walking up to her and asking if she was okay. She isolated herself after that.

On the third day, something in 3 snapped. He burst into tears, apologising, saying he’d just take the waste instead. Though you weren’t sure why he cried, you empathised with him. 3 got up to beg, but was promptly stopped by 7, who said this needed rationality, and less feelings involved. Like a knight in shining armour, he rose the steps with straight posture, the effects of hunger inevident on his body, except just under his eyes. Sunken. Tired.

. . .

“God, the day you learn how to take care of yourself is the day pigs fly,”

“I hate that metaphor,”

You sighed, walking up to his bed ridden form and slotting your hand against his forehead. “Worse than I thought.”

“Hot?”

“No, can’t tell the difference between a metaphor and an idiom,”

“No but I can tell the difference between a metaphor and an idiot,” he laughed at his own joke, then coughed, and then groaned. “I haven’t felt sick since I was like twelve,”

You frowned, staring at his sunken eyes with their purplish bags. You set up a few meds, so he could have them after he ate, “C’mon, sit up.”

“Can’t. Gonna die.” Why are men always so dramatic?

“That’s a little dark.” you helped him sit up, bringing the noodles and soup out. He glanced at them, then at you, a lazy look in his face.

“Grown man and can’t even feed himself,” you mumbled playfully, and then brought a spoon up to him.

“I can. Just tastes better from your hands,”

. . .

He emerged about twenty minutes later, giving a singular nod. Good job 7.

She emerged with him, and bought clothes to satisfy her ever growing greed. You rested at the stairs near 3’s room, with him and 2. 7 Joined shortly after, smoking with 3.

2 was particularly annoyed at 8 for buying clothes, and 7 gave another evil mastermind type speech about how if we waited we would’ve been her slaves. At that comment, you shot him a look.

The call is coming from inside the house sweets, you’re already her slave.

That night, the food was delivered, and you hate to say it took all of 3.5 seconds for all your resolve to fade. You devoured every last grain of rice, every little protein, you almost ate the actual plastic. You winced as you stared at the plate, the food was unfamiliar. Hopefully you won’t die, or go into shock. Again.

The next morning, you all grouped together again by the faux pool, 8 suggested what she’d spent her vacation days conjuring up, the King’s game.

It goes as follows, you each draw a ping pong ball with a number one through seven, one person having a ball with the letter ‘K’, that person picks two numbers and gives them a dare. The two numbers reveal themself and do it. Easy enough.

5 protested first. “Doesn’t that game usually involve inappropriate stuff, not that I’m against dirty games or anything…”

“Not necessarily,” 1 responded comfortingly.

“Sounds hot, I’m in,” 6 said.

7 spoke next, “I agree. Unlike the talent show, there’s no unequal contributions.”

“I’m in too,” 5 said.

“Me too,” 1.

“Whatever,” 2.

You nodded to 8, and finally, 3 gave an over enthusiastic agreement. Poor guy, the human fertilizer in his room must've messed with his head.

Thus commenced the game, 5 was the first ‘king’, she picked her two and five and ordered them to hold hands. When no one spoke, you stood next to her and repeated it. Funnily enough, it was 7 and 6. They looked like siblings forced to get along. Or maybe…lovers. You laughed out loud at your own joke, causing a few people to turn to look at you. Namely, a glare from 7.

“Something funny 4?” 6 asked and you nodded. He all but growled at you then looked down and then gave 7 a disgusted look. “Man don’t lace your fingers!”

“Oh sorry,” he went to undo their hands.

You had to hold your stomach from how hard you laughed, unlike 3 who actually stifled his.

“Nope, keep your hands intertwined until the next round,” 5 said cruelly.

The next round, you parted your thumbs to reveal, K. YIPPEE!!

“I’m the king,” you said with a huge grin. Part of you hoped 7 would get selected, and then you’d make him do something really stupid so he’d lose his nonchalant credibility. Maybe you’d make him dance. He was an awful dancer.

“I pick six and seven,” you paused. This was easier to play with people who you actually knew well. With these folks, things wouldn’t be as funny as they are awkward. “Hug,”

“C’mon,” 8 whined, “Do something fun!”

“This is fun,” you frowned.

“Make them kiss!”

“That’s cruel!” No it wasn’t, it was hilarious, but she needed to back off. Maybe when she became king she could pick.

Good thing you stood your ground, because it was the two most innocent people known to man- 5 and 1. They hugged, albeit very awkwardly, and thus concluded your round.

At the next draw, 8 was the lucky girl.

“Three… and seven… French kiss.” What kink is this?

2 raised her hand, and so did 3. He was a lot more hesitant than her though.

“C’mon, kiss.” 8 repeated, and 2 sized her up.

“What if I don’t? Let’s make this more exciting, I’ll do anything but that,”

“Well, good because in that case you and 3 aren’t a good pairing anyways. 2 and whoever has the number two… fight. A single round,”

7 dropped his head, and 6 bounced his ball. It was him, because of course it was.

He gave a cocky smirk to a very unimpressed 2. “They say only pussies fight girls,”

She laughed dryly, “You sure you aren’t one?”

“For a girl as lanky as you, you're full of hot air,” they each toss their balls, unnecessary and dramatic, then move a little away. You move closer to watch, hands anxiously covering your mouth.

6 threw a punch, which 2 guided to bring him down in a single motion while being unmoved. He is on the ground now. Back up, he punches, she dodges, repeatedly, until she lands a blow that makes him again. This drags on for a while, his anger palpable. She kicks him into the pool, he falls flat on his behind. He doesn’t surrender. More dodging, more punching, until she gasps. She clutches her arm with a pained groan, and he takes his opening. 6 lunges at the temporarily weakened woman, targeting her hand, then pulling her hair, then almost breaking her fingers. She fell to her knees, and he kicked her, then got on top of her.

“He’s gonna kill her!” you screamed in horror, moving to help but getting stopped by 8’s hand.

“Someone stop this!” 5 yelled as he continued to punch, blood splattered from her hopeless figure

“Why? No one surrendered yet,” 8 said with a weirdly happy expression.

7’s hands curl at his sides, and he rushes forward trying to grab 6. 6 flung him back and 7 grunts at the contact with the ground. 3 and 1 join forces with 7, and they all tackle 6 to get him off, while he continues to yell profanities and for her to surrender. You ran forward, sliding onto your knees next to 2. She sputtered blood, and convulsed. You cupped the back of her head softly, mouth opening then closing again. This was such a mess. Your lips quivered, and you slid your jacket off, wiping the blood from her cheeks. 6 celebrated in the distance his victory, 50 whooping hours.

5 patched 2 up back in her room. 2 had kicked you out, much to your dismay.

You sat with your knees to your chest, staring at your bloodied jacket. 5 returned.

‘“We can't keep doing this, you took it too far 6, she’s in bad shape now,”

“Isn’t that what a fight is about?”

“If we get asked to fight again, is that gonna happen?” 1 asked. 6 gave him a look over his shoulder.

“Only if you're cheeky,” he gave you a pointed glance at that.

“No, let’s exclude things like fighting from now on,” 7 said, hands on his hips. “We don’t have the facilities to treat injuries, it could cause permanent damage,”

“We’re gonna run out of time quickly like that. Just kissing?” 8 said.

“There’s other fun things we can do outside of fighting,” you tried. “I’m sure we’ll come up with something,”

“How about a penalty,” 8 suggested. “So you can chicken out, and we still get time.”

“Like, twenty pushups?” you responded.

“No.. more like,”

A taser. That psycho bought a taser.

“Don’t horses usually get knocked down by that?”

“Yes,” she smiled. “I’ve never been tased before. Seems like fun,”

There was simultaneous agreement from 5, 6 and 8. So taser it is.

“A taser,” you mumbled to yourself, swinging on the swingset that night, a cigarette in hand. “A taser.”

“A taser,” 7 mimicked you, sitting by you in the other swing. “We’re screwed,”

“We?” He raised an eyebrow. “No 7, you’ll go and talk to her and she’ll kiss it better,”

A small, almost imperceivable smile appeared on his lips. No response.

You huffed, taking another deep inhalation. “What do you want?”

“To talk,”

“Really? You’ve said three words since coming here,”

“You look angry,”

“You should've skipped the screenwriting and taken a career as a body language analyst.”

“Sorry,”

“For what?”

“Kissing you. It was wrong. Foul play on my end. And maybe for getting you back into smoking,” he gently takes it out of your hand, and puts it between his lips. “And for lying,”

“About what?”

“About kissing you partially to get you on my side,”

“It was fully to get me on your side?”

He shook his head after a beat of silence. “It hadn’t occurred to me- that it could have even been interpreted that way. I’d never… use you like that. You know that right?”

“Could've fooled me,” you watched him exhale the smoke. “How rude, you just stole my cigarette then you smoke it all angsty,”

He chuckled, “Stop trying to change the subject,”

“I find it hard to believe that you are sorry,”

“Why emphasis on me? I've apologised before?” he cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow.

You didn’t respond, gazing blankly at the wall in front of you, swaying on the swingset gently.

“Is there anything else you wanted to say?” you crossed your arms, shivering slightly.

He stared at you, a sadness present in his eyes. He wanted to say more, to have you say something. He would have settled for anything, yelling, punching, screaming- he hated this icy wall between you two. Impenetrable.

Or seemingly so.

“Why didn’t you pick up?” you asked, sniffing slightly.

“Hm?”

“When I called… you let it go to voicemail,”

Okay, this is way worse than yelling, punching and/or screaming.

He let out a soft exhale, shaking his head, “Couldn’t face it,” his eyes casted to his shoes, he dug his heels mindlessly into the ground. “The consequences of my actions,”

The following day, you got up early to check on 2. No one else was up. You knocked, and knocked and knocked, eventually, she opened it.

“2-” she slammed it shut in your face again. Then, she slowly cracked it open.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure- because that-”

“I’m sure.” her eye went down to your blood stained jacket, then back to your face. You did your best to pretend not to notice. This time, when she shut the door, you knew to just go.

Later on, when the game’s were almost starting, 5 emerged.

“How’s 2?” 3 asked and 5 gave a sorrowful expression.

“She’ll be in more pain than she was in yesterday, it’s unlikely she’ll be joining us,”

“Nice makeover,” 6’s voice interrupted between drags of his cigarette. You followed his gaze to… 2. Quite the woman.

You filled her in about the taser, and you each got to select your balls.

“Wow!” 8 squealed, “I’m the king! Okay, four.. Touch five’s… breasts! Under clothes,”

Gasps filled the air.

“I umm, I have 5,” 5 said shyly.

“Who’s four?” 8 asked, and 3 very awkwardly raised his hand.

The two of them moved to the swingset. You watched this scene with mortification. 8 kept counting down, and 3 kept chickening out.

“Tase me!” he suddenly blurted. “I mean, I’ll take the penalty,”

“It’s fine y-”

“No. I’ll take it,”

He stood at the top of the small metal slide, smoothing his clothes over, the nerves clearly getting the better of him.

“Wait,” 7 stood up from the spinny thing, and walked closer, “You could get hurt, so you should probably sit down,”

“In front of the slide? What if he falls over?” you asked, to no one in particular. “Usually several big guys are holding the dudes getting tased, at least from what I’ve seen on youtube,” 3 shot you a poorly masked terrified look.

“It’ll be fun this way,” 6 chuckled.

After a few beats of hesitation, 5 tased 3 on his bare neck, who convulsed then fell forward as predicted. He slid down the slide almost anticlimactically. Everyone ran up to see his unconscious form, asking if he was okay. You were instead met with the pooling of fluid in front of you. Poor guy.

“Sixty hours,” 6 scoffed.

Back in his room, tucked in his bed and laying comfortably. You, 1, 2, and 5 watched as 3 suddenly arose. He lifted the newspapers blanketing him, and pretty much curled into a ball in the corner.

“You should've just touched my breasts,” 5 said to the cocoon.

“No, he acted like a real man,” 2 replied.

“I’d like you all… to leave,”

“3-”

“Please,”

And so you did. You leaned your head against the door momentarily, and you could hear his not so quiet sobs.

The next day, you drew your numbers again. 8 was, not shockingly, the king again, and you were really starting to wonder what kind of probability that had. You shot 7 a look, which he returned. He picked it up too.

She picked the numbers one and two, and 3 collapsed into a heap, relieved he wasn’t picked.

2 and 6 were picked.

“Wanna go again?” 6 said with a smirk.

2 scoffed but 8 decided, and the game was a simple coin flip. Except loser takes the penalty, which isn’t even how penalties work. In that case it should just be called punishment.

The coin was flipped, and the perky 8 asked their guesses.

“Tails,” 2 said.

“Well, heads.” 6 chuckled.

8 grinned ear to ear, and revealed her hand to show… heads.

Your heart broke a little at 2’s face, not even she could put a brave front in the face of the taser.

There was a moment of banter between them before he tased her, and you all watched as her lifeless body slinked down the metal, laying in a pool of her own fluids. 5 rushed with a mop, then 7 and 6 picked her up. You followed them with a furrow between your brows.

“Why’s she so heavy? She’s even heavier than him,” 6 grunted.

You shot 6 a maybe you’re just weak look and he caught it, glaring at you.

“We earned an extra two days,” 8 giggled, “We’re earning so much time- this is so electrifying!”

“Electryinging?” you scoffed out and she looked at you with her unwavering smile. “This is torture!”

“You haven’t even gotten tased! I’m sure it doesn’t hurt that bad,”

“Unbelievable. You are unbelievable!” you took a step forward before a hand harshly pulled your shoulder back. 6 was back already, and was now defending his little jewel.

He’d have to be defending different kinds of jewels if he didn’t take his hand off of you.

“Calm down,” he gave you a half smile, “No need to get violent,”

“You know she’d sacrifice you in an instant too right? You don’t have immunity because you took it up the a-,”

“What did you say?”

“4-” 7 grabbed your arm

“I said you don’t get immunity just cause she made you her bit-” You were cut off by the sharp sting of the back of his hand against your cheek. He growled.

“Watch what you say 4.”

“I’m not scared of you 6. All it takes is one command and 8 will have you wagging your tail,” you knew this was a bad idea, logically you’re just asking for it now. When he started to lunge at you you began to run, in a wild goose chase around the parameter. You’d been doing pretty good, jumping over the play things and ducking under things, until the stupid top floor tripped you. You landed flat on your back, and 6 pinned you down, with your wrists held above your head in one hand, his other hand free.

“Still not scared?” he asked with crazed eyes. Well, he was going to kill you anyways, might as well. You spat at him, and he let out a shocked chuckle.

“4 please!” 5 pleaded, coming closer to the scene. “6, she’s just angry! Please. Stop!”

“I’ll teach you how to behave”

“She used that line on you didn’t she?” you teased, and he punched you. You groaned, flexing your jaw.

“See how even 3 and 7 know not to cross me?” 6 leaned in really close. “They know not to act like little brats,”

“Careful, you're too barking loud, she might use the shock collar,” another punch, this time harder than the first. You felt the blood trickle down from your nose.

7 walked closer, “6, that’s enough. Both of you stop fighting this is unnecessary,”

You looked at him with an appalled expression. 6 matched it.

“Apologise,” 6 said through gritted teeth.

“Make me,” his hand came to your throat, threatening you.

You took a long breath, “Do it. If the only people you can successfully pick on are women then you’re, what did you call it? Yeah, a pussy,” He pressed really hard, so hard you thought your throat might collapse. You were seeing dots and stars before you regained your thoughts, you weren’t some damsel, and if he went on longer you’d be toast. You brought your knee up harshly between his legs, and he immediately let you go, grabbing at his crotch in agony. You sat up, sputtering as oxygen flooded your system. 6 got up, a borderline predatory look now on his face. He walked towards you slowly, and you could hear pleas of “Stop!” continue, this time from almost everyone apart from 8. You crawled backwards slowly, breathing heavily.

His fests clenched at his sides. Harshly, he grabbed your arm and pulled you up to your feet, then used his body weight to force you to fall against the merry-go-round. Your skull hit one of the projecting bits, and you felt a sharp pain pierce your head.

“You’re all bark. No bite,” he chuckled.

As you opened your mouth to retort, the sound of the taser stopped you dead in your tracks. You both looked over to 7, who held the weapon with a fierce look in his eyes.

“Enough. Both of you,”

“I was only getting started 7,” the man looked back over to you, then up at the time. 34 hours earned from just that part of your fight.

“If you kill her the game ends,”

“Doesn’t sound like a bad trade off, pass me the taser glasses,”

You shakily got up to your feet, wiping the blood that tainted your skin. Your eyes snapped to 7.

“No. You both need to go cool down,” 6 sauntered off at that.

You opened your mouth to bark at him, and 7 harshly slapped a hand over your mouth. 3 and 8 watched this happen- unbeknownst to you.

You two had a bit of a stare down.

He leaned in a little closer, “Don’t make me drag you up there,”

That night, you boiled in your room, stuffing your face with the food delivery. 6 was a bad fighter, hit with his fists without using his head. Had it not been for 2’s hurt wrist, he would've been taken down much sooner. You needed to get 2 to teach you how to fight, then you’d beat him to a pulp, make him regret ever touching you. A lapdog is what he is, obediently following instructions like a housepet, desperate for treats and sweet words. You were brought out of your endless pool of rage by a firm knock. You opened it, half expecting 2 to have woken up to come rant to you, and you were instead met with 7. You rolled your eyes, and let him in.

As soon as you shut the door, he gave you a very serious look, holding your upper arms to keep you close., “Don’t do that,”

“Do what?”

“Fight 6. Bad idea,”

“I’m fine,”

“Yeah but you almost weren’t fine. I’m beginning to think you have a death wish,” his grip tightened. “Did you even try patching yourself up??”

“They’re not bad injuries dude, ju-” he ignored you to wipe some of the blood that had splattered on you.

“I’ll buy you something to patch up, come on,”

Reluctantly, you followed him up to his room. You sat down on top of his desk, he bought some alcohol and cotton pads.

He then returned to stand in front of you, setting the equipment down and scoffing. He tilted your chin up with one hand, then dipped the cotton pad into the alcohol, bringing it up to the wounds. You hissed and he gave you an unimpressed look.

“This is your fault, for instigating,”

“He was acting like 8’s bodyguard. Excuse me if i didn't want to play into her perfect princess fantasy,”

“That man could've killed you without a second glance,”

“Okay and he didn’t,” you spoke firmly.

His voice got slightly louder, “Because I stopped him.”

“I didn’t ask you to,” you matched his tone.

“You couldn’t have asked because you were too busy being beaten to death, princess,”

You scoffed, trying to get off the table but he pushed you back firmly.

He frowned, “I’m not done with you,”

“I am, move.”

“Not moving until I finish this,” he continued to clean at some cuts, you tried pushing his hand away but he just grabbed both of your hands and held them down, his other hand continuing its previous work.

It was silent for a while, tense, quiet. He finished up, planting a soft kiss just under the cut on your cheek. His breath fanned over your neck, and you swallowed.

“You scared the crap out of me,”

“Watching your ex girlfriend get beat up wasn’t satisfying?” you joked, trying to ease the tension.

He rested his head against your shoulder and shook his head, “Far from it,” he turned his head to meet your gaze. “I thought by not responding to your calls, or texts, and avoiding any place I knew you’d be, I could wipe myself clean. Start new. Move on- sigh, I don’t know. Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made,” at that, he pulled you closer, bodies pressed together, his face tucked into your neck. “Couldn’t move on,” he whispered. “Kept on loving you,”

“Yu,” you responded quietly. This was all too much. Too real. You dreamt of the very moment he’d come crawling back, and you’d send him right back to where he crawled out of, with a big fat REJECTED stamp on his head. Yet, this didn’t feel like a win. It felt like nothing but desires and regrets, because you too wanted this. You too wanted him to hold you, to trust you… to love you. And you wanted to say it, to scream it, to shake him and tell him you hated him then kiss him so intensely your lips bruised. It was almost midnight anyways.

You dropped your shoulder slightly, and he looked at you with a tenderness that you knew from those days. You let out a small sound, almost akin to a cry, and yet it came with no tears.

“It’s getting late,” you spoke quietly, avoiding his gaze. He pulled you off of the table slowly so you’d be on your feet, pressed between him and the metal structure.

“Let me walk you down,” he pressed a kiss against your forehead, the kind of stunt he’d pull to get you to let him back in bed after he had a spat with your cat. He was pulling out all the cards for this apology. He laced his fingers with yours, and you walked down the stairs in relative silence. At your room, he stopped, leaning against the door.

“This is my stop,” you commented, your nerves getting the better of you.

“Mhm,”

You moved to walk past him, but with a simple finger looped in the waistline of your pants he pulled you back towards him. He leaned in really close, leaving only a breath of air between you guys.

“You’re a really good person,” and this time, when he punctuated the last part of the sentence with your nickname… you let him.

The following morning, to no one’s surprise, 6 was the king.

“Three… and seven. Slapping contest, first to chicken out loses. Loser is penalised.”

It was 2 and 3, friends you could even say, so this was even more tragic. You sat on the ground, too preoccupied with the scene about to unfold when you felt the burning sensation of someone’s gaze- 6. His eyes raked over your bruises and cuts, half lidded, scrutinizing you. You made an unflattered face, and both of you returned your gaze to the game.

At this moment, 2 slapped 3 so hard he fell onto the swing and immediately surrendered. As per your program, she tased him, they carried him off, celebrated the increase in hours, and then settled.

Despite the increase in time, they wanted to play one more round today. After picking through the balls, you grabbed yours and uncovered it. One.

6 was the king, again, a lucky jerk.

“Okay… this is fun,” he smiled widely. “Four… and one…” you winced, but tried to stay still. After what you just witnessed, the fear of tasing became more imminent. “Four do a strip tease for one,” Your gasp was so loud you didn’t need to clarify whether or not you were picked. 6 gave a little smirk, and you showed him that you were one. He groaned loudly.

7 raised his hand with a shameful expression, eyes casted down on the fake sneakers he wore.

“Is it too late to switch them?” 6 asked 8.

“That’s against the rules,” 2 advocated for you, and you smiled softly.

“Fine,” 6 sighed, then gave a dirty look to 7. “Do it upstairs, no one wants to see that,”

“I think I’ll just take the penalty,” you said with much uncertainty. If 3 could take the pain for 5, you could do it for 7.

“No, it’s fine,” 7 shut his eyes tightly and adjusted his glasses, then nodded up to his room.

“No, I really don't-”

He walked past you, shoulder bumping into yours as he grabbed your arm to tug you behind him. You continued to plead but he just shushed you harshly. You glanced down at the group, 2 in particular was smirking slightly.

Up the 7 flights of stairs later, he opened the door for you, still staring down as you entered. You leaned against his table, and he adjusted himself awkwardly after the door clicked shut.

“Yu,”

He held a hand up, “It’s not a big deal. I would've gotten tased if it was,”

“You haven’t even looked me in the eyes since getting told to do it,”

“It’s not exactly a walk in the park you know,”

“I-I know. Which is why-”

“You’re really stubborn. Just be quiet for once,” you knew this came from a place of embarrassment, so you let his vile words simmer out. He turned back around to face the door.

He shot you one final glance over his shoulder, then faced the door again, pulling his shirt off. You couldn’t help but trail your eyes over his back. When his arms dropped, you caught sight of the stick and poke you gave him.

“Hey, you kept it!” you got up, stepping closer. He stiffened suddenly, watching you intently as you held his arm to your face, inspecting the very amateur ink. “I thought you’d have gotten it removed,”

“I thought about it,” he responded quietly, “But,”

“But?”

“…You know what,”

You thought about last nights, and the sweet nothings he’d whispered to you. He dropped his head against the door. You sighed in response. Letting go of his arm, you stepped back a few paces. He finally turned around, taking his pants down in a simple motion. It’s a good thing this was the end point, because any further than this would’ve ended in quite the show for the cameras. And you. Your eyes wandered over him again. He gave you the items of clothing, and stood in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Are you cold?” you asked him as you went to walk out.

“Freezing. Get it over with,” he huffed.

You paused at the door, turning to look at him again. He shot you a questioning look. You turned to face him, passing your tongue over your teeth.

“Yu,”

“Lord help us all,”

“Let me ask the question,”

“Okay okay, what?”

“Did you mean what you said?” you started, “I thought this would just be a temporary thing between us but…”

“Is this really the time to ask?”

“It’s the time that’ll get me the least questions from the group. 2’s already onto me.”

“Onto you or on you?”

You hit him harshly with his jacket, and he chuckled, raising his arms in surrender.

“I’m serious,” you asked and he put his hands on his hips. Suddenly, the ceiling was a very interesting thing to stare at for you.

“What do you want me to say? What’s the diplomatic answer?”

“I don’t-”

“If I tell you I was serious, you get mad and tell me I have no right. If I tell you I wasn’t, you get mad for me stringing you along,” he swallowed thickly.

“Then why would you say it?”

“Because I was scared,” he stepped forward. “I thought he was going to kill you. Do you know how terrifying that is? I didn’t know…” he swallowed. “Didn’t realise how much I liked having you around…”

You met his gaze, matching its intensity.

His shoulder eased slightly, dropping his posture. “You’re not even gonna say anything?”

“I don’t really know what to say,” you smiled sadly, and he nodded in somber understanding.

You stepped out, showing to the group below that you held his clothing items. Some cheers and whistles, a few shocked giggles from people who expected him to chicken out, but the overall consensus was that it was over. You walked back in, and handed him his clothing. You chose to stare at the wall while he got dressed.

“How much time did we earn?” he asked, and you could hear him unfolding his clothes.

“Two hours,”

“You’re gonna make me look bad,” he sighed and you giggled.

“What did you want me to do?”

“Not be a gentleman- gentlewoman?”

You looked over your shoulder, “You wanted me to check you out? Is this an ego thing?”

He groaned. With his pants on now, he stepped closer, grabbing your upper arm softly. You froze, he was still very much not fully dressed.

“What’re you doing?” you said, still facing the chute.

“Earning us more time,” he twirled you around to face him, smirking when you unintentionally glanced downwards.

“Here? Are you insane?”

He laughed out loud, his hands went up to wipe his face, ridding himself of any hint of a smile in the process. His eyes burned with the intensity of a man who wanted much more.

His lips found your lips, working their way to your jaw, then neck, then shoulder, tugging at the collar of your top for better access. His hands traced your body, going down your sides and stopping at your hips, his thumb rubbing circles into the clothing.

“We shouldn’t-”

“Then tell me to stop,” his voice was abrupt, just barely above a whisper, a rasp to it that sent chills dancing down your spine.

You ignored his suggestion. He continued his endeavour, using techniques you knew would leave a questionable mark. His hands roamed from your hips to your waist, and it snapped you back to reality, eyes looking up at the cameras in front of you, then turning your head to the ones behind you. He grabbed your chin softly, pulling your attention back to him.

“Eyes on me.”

…

Screw it.

You emerged 30 minutes later, frazzled and flushed. The time had increased by a solid 100 hours since you’d last seen it. You did a double take, but 7 just smiled at you discreetly as he descended the tedious steps.

You stared at your shoes, a heat burning your cheeks. You adjusted your clothes for the millionth time, with the way people stared, you considered you may have forgotten to get dressed or something.

“Wasn’t just a strip tease huh,” 6 mused and you turned away, avoiding his gaze.

“What the hell you got under there 7th?” 8 giggled. “Now I’m curious too!”

He sputtered a bit, cheeks going a little red, mostly because he knew the offer was serious.

2 put a hand on your shoulder, and you flinched. She leaned in, “Did you do it safely?” you elbows her harshly in response, and she laughed.

“Can we please change the subject,” you begged, earning laughter from the group.

“100 hours, for 30 minutes. That’s uhm, impressive.” 5 stared at the timer.

“Yeah! Maybe from now on you guys could be our main time earners!” 1 joined in on the fun.

“It would be my pleasure,” you humoured 1.

“Yeah I bet it would be,” 2 quipped back.

“Wait, did you guys fight? What’s with the bruises?” There’s no way 3’s that clueless, he’s definitely pulling your leg, casting the spotlight on the purplish spots on your necks.

“Something like that,” Yu finally spoke up, sharing a smile with 3, who was clearly just teasing, evident by his little smile.

You just groaned awkwardly, holding the back of your neck in an attempt to conceal the evidence- futile attempt.

“Guys please…”

“Do you think the main content earner was 4 or 7?” 8 wiggled her shoulders.

“Hmmm, let me take 4 for a ride and we’ll see” 2 winked.

“I’m leaving.”

“By yourself?” you flipped her off as you walked to your room. She made a kissy noise in response.

Yu watched you leave with a dorky smile on his face, adjusting his glasses. 6 slapped a hand harshly onto his back.

“Didn't know you had it in you.” he said proudly.

7 chuckled awkwardly, pulling at his shirt collar in a sudden heat flash, accidentally revealing he too was not pure of marks. “Are we gonna play another game?”

“I think we earned enough time,” 3 replied.

None were surprised when you found Yu at your door that night, an eased expression on his face. He bore a small smile, shy and nervous, with his hair slightly disheveled.

You leaned against the door, “To what do I owe the pleasure?” you smiled and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Did I take it too far?”

“Not at all. I mean, it was definitely an experience, but not unwelcome. You’re not here for round two are you?” you teased, he shook his head.

“No I uh,” he pulled at the hem of his shirt and cleared his throat, “Actually just wanted to spend some time with you- if you don’t mind,”

He entered, by this time you had invested in a little mattress. You laid down first, opening your arms and he plopped down onto you, setting his glasses next to your bed. You carded through his hair gently, and he hummed.

His lips placed a soft kiss against your arm, eyes moving up to stare at you, “are you sure there’s nothing between you and 2?”

“Yeah, just banter. Is there something between you and 8?” he tsked.

“Never, that woman creeps me out,”

“You and every other human,”

“Minus 6.”

“He’s barely a person,”

He chuckled. With a few hours to midnight, he had to fight back sleep. He yawned, and sighed, and grumbled, but soon enough his words became less and less coherent, and his breathing evened out.

. . .

“I do not. You’re a liar,” he said as he bit into a croissant, then took a sip of his black coffee.

“You do!” you giggled, cutting into your sandwich and taking a bite. “It’s okay it’s cute,”

He nudged your shoulder, causing you to stumble a little, but he made sure it wasn’t enough for you to topple over.

You two, walking like college students, eating and talking like your jobs don’t counteract each other. The crisp autumn air left you both bundled in coats, the cold nipping at your nose. You sniffled.

“It’s not cute,” he took another bite, “Because it doesn’t happen. You’re a delusional woman,”

“Hey!” you scoffed, “You don’t have to believe me but it’s true!”

. . .

Idiot. You giggled to yourself, using your sleeve to wipe a tiny bit of drool. He looked so peaceful from this angle, his head against your stomach and arms lazily around you. Your thumb gently eased the wrinkle between his brows, then traced his under eyes, then his lips. Somewhere far away, you think you’d probably take him back.

A sharp knock came at the door, you pushed him off gently.

As quietly as possible, you opened it and stepped outside.

“Oh. Hey guys,” you smiled at the group, 1, 2 and 3.

“Can we come in? We need to talk, privately,”

Your eyes widened momentarily, “Why don’t we talk in someone else's room?”

“We know he’s in there,” 2 laughed and you shot her a dirty look.

“He’s asleep!” you whispered back, but the door opened behind you. You almost fell back, but caught yourself. A very sleepy Yu stood behind you, adjusting his glasses.

He glanced at you, then at the ground, then sighed deeply, adjusting his glasses.

3 was shocked, “7! You’re here too? Did you figure it out?”

“Figure what out?” he rasped out.

“Are you feeling better 3?” You asked first.

He nodded with his lips tucked in, “I am. What were you and 7 doing then?”

“Discussing strategy,” Yu smoothed his hair over. They all entered, with him standing by the window as the other floors explained to him that the game was rigged- that someone was rigging it.

“If we confront them with assumptions they’ll just deny it,” he sighed, leaning against the projection. “They’ll hide the evidence of them rigging it, and we’ll be at a loss of cards. They’re bound to slip up soon, we just have to wait for that moment,”

All around, people nodded, and you ushered people to leave in the most polite way possible. Seeing the time, Yu hung around a final moment to peck your cheek, wishing you a good night. You watched him walk out, leaning against the doorframe with a little smile as he ascended. Hidden just a few steps below, 2. Once he left she stepped into view, giving you a knowing look.

“Don’t make it weird all we did was talk,” you started, already so done.

“Earlier too? What conversation prompted a hundred hours. Talk about it more often,”

“Grow up!”

A new day, a fresh start. You all joined the circle for the next game. This time, 1 was king. Good job Yu.

8 gave a short clap, “Your first time no?”

“Four and six,” 1 said, “I’ll flip a coin,”

“Who’s four and six?” 5 asked.

“Four, that’s me,” 7 stated.

“And six?” 1 asked.

A soft noise of surprise came from 8, “Look at that. It’s me!”

5 stood to flip the coin.

“I’ll take heads,” 8 smiled.

“Then I’ll be tails,” 7 responded, hands clasped formally behind his back.

“I’ll flip it then,” 5 said, with a smile that felt far too fearful.

“Wait,” 1 stepped forward. “Could you make sure you flip it on the back of your hand?”

She faltered, then nodded.

She flipped the little gold piece, and removed her shaking hand.

“Tails,”

8 pouted, and an uncanny silence loomed over.

“Me?” she glanced over at the group. “This is lame,”

“Lame? You were very excited about the penalty before this,” 2 scowled.

“Yeah I guess I was. Now it’s lame though,”

“Nope, it’s not lame at all. This is so much fun I’m having the time of my life right now,” 3 proclaimed.

“Stick to your promises,” 2 continued.

8 pondered for a moment, then as if a ‘eureka!’ moment, she raised a finger and said a simple okay.

You all watched from the sidelines as she knelt before Yu, moving her hair out of the way, seemingly unphased. He however, very phased. His eyes held a look of disconcertment,

“Okay, I’ll count to three, then tase…” he inhaled sharply. “..one..”

People were getting restless, anticipating the humiliation she’d face.

“...two..” why was he so nervous?

“...three,” just as the machine came to life and inched towards her, Yu was harshly kicked in the ribs. He groaned as he fell, clutching his side. His glasses had come off, and his unobscured wide eyes stared up at his assailant- 6.

“What are you doing!” you gasped, frozen in place.

“Why?” Yu’s quiet voice asked, his face wounded with blood escaping his lip and eyebrow.

“It’s lame to be predictable,” 6 responded coldly, grabbing the taser, and crouching next to the fallen man.

He glanced over to the cameras, “We needed a twist. Don’t you agree?” he stated, just before tasing his bare neck, eliciting a loud scream followed by loss of consciousness.

A/N: this chapter is also so FREAKY sorry guys I have a problem. + Had an exam so late upload sorry </3 :( Taglist: @entr4p3

#the 8 show #7th floor #Philip Yu #the 8 show x reader #Philip yu x reader #7th floor x reader #kdrama #k drama

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shocked-collar · 3 months ago

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Ahahaha your Lawrence is such a brat lol. I'd Personally rather put him in his place and make him understand that I give him whatever pleasure I do because I Choose to. I can always take that away or make him work harder for it. How much I do for him depends on how much of a good boy he's being~

My favorite flavor of Lawrence is puppy-boy, do NOT get me started!!!!

As much of a brat as he is, as much as he LOVES to be in control, NEEDS to be, he is also very easy to push down. His size and immediate aggression usually eliminates that idea from most people he "comes in contact" with, but if you persist you can break him down one brick at a time until he's just a pebble. A groveling, sniffling mess of a man who feels cornered, ganged up on, overstimulated, frustrated, just... overpowered. He still wont do what you ask, but this time it's not necessarily his fault- he's locked in a mental state of Freeze while he cries it out.

But this is when he's most vulnerable. If you pull back, give him some space, say the right things like coo to him that it's okay, he's not in trouble, he's not in danger, and you're not mad... if you're language is right and your movements are slow, when he calms down he'll just be exhausted, and you can continue building the good-little-dog you want.

Explain why you got mad. Ask him and or help him to understand. Offer him some kind of comfort, like one of his cute plants to hold, or his jacket to hide into, or some phone-in-bed time. Remain in control, show him you wont be shaken by any violent outbursts. Apologize to him, and then softly coax an apology out of him. Now it's "mutual" and "equal" and he can cool off. If he's going to be your boyfriend, he can't be acting like that.

Don't give him space to explain his opinions on that word.

It's really all about draining him of his combativeness and using the last of his foggy, blurry energy to make him lean into you with some kind of reward. It's a system, and if you remember, Lawrence loves a good routine... in no time, he'll be asking you if he can make tea in his own house, due to the "healthy boundary you set."

HOWEVER, Law is also EXTREMELY STUBBORN with his own wants and desires and need for control, so the pushback would be fucking INSANE. Any routine he doesn't enjoy will NOT implemented for long, so the best way to puppy him out is for bedroom activities. Edge him until he's begging and sobbing to be touched!

#UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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raggaraddy · 4 years ago

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Mouthy

Prompt: You say to Yandere BTS "Oh my god! Just shut up!"

A/N: Couldn't sleep, so I wrote this laying in bed. I hope it's not some sleep-deprived nonsense ^-^

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, emotional manipulation, choking, non-con, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

Alpha! Namjoon

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You scream it through your bedroom doorway. Storming to the railing of the stairs, you lean over and scream again. "Shut up!"

The sea of people on the ground floor go quiet. Only the music dares to keep making a sound in the background. You skulk back to your room, slamming the door loudly behind you. You had had a long, disappointing day. You were tired and grumpy, and moody and sad. But the dozens of uninvited pack members couldn't care less as their party raged on into the night.

Not allowing you enough time to even climb back into bed, Namjoon storms after you to address your outburst.

"Y/n, go downstairs right now and apologize." He orders.

"No." you mope. Feeling it's a wildly unfair request. All these people are in your house making so much noise when you're trying to sleep. How is it you that's in the wrong?

"Do you think I am asking you? I'm telling you. Get downstairs now." He says sternly. His strict tone making you even more emotional. You just wanted him to be on your side for this.

"But- But I," you sniffle, with tears in your eyes.

"No," Namjoon cuts you off. "I've asked you all afternoon what's wrong. And you wouldn't tell me. So right at this moment, I don't want to hear it. You have been disrespectful to me and my people. So you are going to put some more clothes on and cover-up, and you will go out there and apologize to every single person." He growls, leaving no room to argue. "And you will do it sincerely, or I will give you something to cry about."

King! Seokjin

You didn't say it to his face. You would never be that stupid. But still, you clearly weren't smart enough. While gossiping to a friend, someone you thought was a confidant, you're complaining about a seemingly endless, boring meeting you had to serve today.

"And I just wanted to tell all of them; Oh my god! Just shut up!" You laugh.

But hours later it's no longer a laughing matter.

"How did you enjoy serving me today, Princess?" Jin asks his tone giving nothing away of what he already knows.

"I enjoyed it. Thank you, your Majesty" You politely smile, thinking his question to be a kindness.

"I often find these meetings so dull. Many of the Lords do like to ramble on. Sometimes I would enjoy telling all of them to just shut up." He speaks the words so purposefully that you know at once you've been exposed.

"My Lord, I-"

"If you are smart you will not say another word." He speaks softly, with a grin on his face. "I want to thank you, Y/n. I have an endless supply of other people I can hurt. Each one of them is freely at my disposal, but you are my favourite toy." He fills the space in front of you. "However, I am a man of my word. I swore to you that you will be unharmed if you are obedient, and I would not dare to break this vow. Of course, I have sorely missed playing with my beloved little dol, though."

Towering over you he sets off your instinct to get to your knees and grovel, begging his forgiveness for your carelessness. But that would only be a wasted effort.

"So thank you, Princess, for giving me the possibility to hear your pretty cries of pain again. I will make sure to use this opportunity to its fullest."

Assassin! Yoongi

He had been in a hyper mood for 2 days straight. His energy and enthusiastic interaction was something you always craved, but you had never dealt with it this long before and you were losing your sanity and your composure.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You shout at him as your last nerve snaps.

"Okay, Y/n." He gives little to no reaction. "Remember you said this in a month from now when you're begging me to speak to you."

But it didn't take a month. In two weeks you were in tears apologizing. He left you free to roam the house, but he revoked all communication from you. The only times he gave you any attention, was when he forcibly made you stop doing something he didn't like. Or when he wanted you for sex. But still, he wouldn't utter a single word, only bending you over to take what he wanted.

After 5 weeks, just as you thought you'd never hear his voice again, he finally broke his silence. Only to break your heart.

"Listening to you these past few weeks, I realise how much you talk. It's time you take your own advice and shut up. Y/n, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say. 5 weeks was easy enough for me. So let's start with that, and then I'll see if I want to hear from you yet."

Vampire! Hoseok

Hoseok was always so animated. Normally it didn't bother you, but he was talking and reacting through yet another movie and you were sick of it. It might have been because you were PMSing or maybe because Hoseok had forgotten to feed you all day, but when he yelled at the TV, you yelled at him.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" And right away you were teeming with regret.

"I'm sorry baby. Am I being too loud?" He laughs with an unexpectedly harmless reply. Playfully but roughly slapping his hand on your thigh. "I'll keep it down."

You're not dumb enough to think that your eruption would go unanswered. So you sit tensely, anxiously waiting to see how he will repay you.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, after sitting in silence for 20 minutes. "You know I have very strong hearing right?" You nod nervously. Chewing your lip. "Well, your breathing is too loud and very distracting. I can hardly hear the movie. Can you please fix that?"

You know this is going to lead to something horrible, but you have no choice but to do as he says. For the next 10 minutes, you're completely distracted trying to inhale and exhale as softly and shallowly as possible.

"Hmm baby, it's really too much. I can't concentrate on the film." He stands, pulling his belt off. "Here let me help you."

He wraps his belt around your neck, pulling and setting it so tight that it's biting into your skin. Your throat constricting, barely letting you breathe.

As you wheeze and splutter and cough, he holds the end like a leash. Sitting back on the couch, he turns his focus back to the movie without letting you loosen the strap or get away. Your whole body is shaking, your eyes starting to roll back as you struggle to inhale. The belt is cruelly not tight enough to have you pass out though. Only allowing you to sit in your suffering. The sound of your gasping filling the room.

"Ahh, there you go baby. That's much better. Don't worry, it's just while we're watching movies. And there's only two more left in the trilogy."

Playboy! Jimin

He was telling you over and over how sorry he was. How he didn't mean to kiss that girl. That he was drinking. And that she kissed him. It was every excuse and lie he had spouted 100 times before.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You yelled at him. And for a moment it worked. He sat in stunned silence. But as you got off the bed to leave, taking your car keys with you, he chased after you.

"Where are you going?"

"Out Jimin. I need some time alone to think." You scowl.

But he refuses, blocking the door. Holding his arms to either side to barricade you in.

"No, you can't leave! I said I'm sorry."

"Fuck off Jimin, your apologies mean nothing." You say shoving him.

He doesn't accept that. With a roar, he grabs your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Quickly straddling you, using far too much force to keep you pinned beneath him. Tearing off the pillowcases, he makes some shoddy but effective restraints. Tying you to the bars on the headboard.

Ignoring your screams and how you struggle he starts to kiss down your neck, pulling at your clothes, rubbing his hands down your body.

"I'm gonna make you feel good Y/n. I'll show you that I only want you, then you'll have to forgive me." He says sounding desperate and unhinged.

You cry and yell for him to stop, trying to buck him off you, but his hand covers your mouth, his other successfully tearing down your panties from under your dress.

"Don't fight me, Angel. Just let me in. And I'll prove I love you the most."

Dom! Taehyung

Finally, Taehyung had agreed to spend some time with you in a social environment. He and you went out to a movie and dinner with some of your friends. They were vanilla friends though, so as an exception, for the day he loosened a lot of the restrictions and formalities you normally had in place.

You, however, you were getting a little too relaxed. While you joked with you're friends, you started to speak to him the same manner. As you and he were playfully arguing about trivia facts you realized you were losing the debate.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You joke. But in the company of your friends or not, Taehyung was not about to let you disrespect him. Even in jest.

"Is that how you should talk to me girl?" He asks loudly and in front of everyone, bringing the group conversation to a grinding halt.

His change in tone and his use of the possessive pet name, right away have you back in your place.

"No," you whisper. The sting of embarrassment hot upon your cheeks.

"No, what?" He pushes it.

You can't stand to look up. All of the attention is on the two of you. And even in your peripheral, you can see your friends looking at you judgementally, wide-eyed and in shock.

And he was making it worse by having you use his title around them.

"No, Sir." you surrender, your head hung low.

"Shouldn't you also apologise to the other people at the table? For interrupting our night with your rudeness." He keeps piling on one shame after the other. Stretching out the ordeal.

"No, it's fine." One of your friends tries to laugh off the awkwardness and speed the discussion away from this point. "She doesn't have to."

"Y/n," He prompts you, disregarding what your friend had said.

Thoroughly humiliated, you can't imagine how you are going to repair these relationships or explain this treatment away.

"I'm sorry for interrupting the night with my rudeness." you swallow heavily, hands shaking.

"Good girl. Now mind your mouth. Before you make me embarrass you further."

Mafia! Jungkook

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" you say in a hushed voice. More of a prayer said to yourself than an actual demand you expected Jungkook to hear.

"What did you just say to me?" he lowers the phone, gawking at you.

You really didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking on the phone, going into too graphic detail about how he and his men dealt with a threat recently. You couldn't handle the gruesome details he was recanting anymore and the words just fell out.

"What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He repeats again through your nonreply. His tongue running through the inside of his cheek, his jaw and muscles tensing. His voice jumping rapidly from stunned to aggressive.

You're at home alone with him, so you weren't paying much mind to what you were saying. But this afternoon he's been dealing with work. And right now he isn't Kookie, no the person in front of you is Jeon Jungkook. The temperamental Mafia head, who would as likely hit you as he would speak to you.

"I'm sorry," you squeak.

"You're sorry?" He scoffs, slamming the phone down. "If you had said it and meant it, that would be one thing. I could respect that. But you really just can't control your stupid little mouth can you."

"I-" you start a defence, or more a plea for mercy.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls leaning forward in his seat making you flinch back. Darting his hand out he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to where you were. "Don't flinch. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help you." He smiles.

You wriggle in his clutches, mewling the same trifle apologies under your breath.

"Shhh, my brainless little Kitten. I'm gonna give you a gift." He smirks. "For your own safety, you don't need to talk for the rest of the day. I just need you to come when I call. Sit on my lap when I tell you. And purr for me like a good little pussy." Grabbing your arm harshly, he yanks you off your chair and onto the ground. "There you go, where you belong." He laughs. "You think you can remember to do all that? I know you can. Otherwise, I'll buy you a kat collar to remind you how my Kitten should behave."

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a-bang-for-your-bucky · 3 years ago

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TBOU: Chapter 8: You Save Me

>Chapter 7< >TBOU Masterlist<

Summary: Santiago gets some heartbreaking news. Luckily, you are there to help him get through it.

Warnings: Character death, Flangst, explicit language, Santi crying (yes, it is a warning.), doctor's visit.

Santi knew from the moment that he met you, that he was yours. You never looked down on him. You cared for him just as he was, never trying to change him. The day you agreed to bring him a child into the world, was the happiest day of his life.

The two of you had been through so much together since. The beginning of your pregnancy was rocky. He had fucked up. He made you run away and you didn't speak to him for a month. He begged, groveled, and worked his way back into your good graces, to the point where he thought you would consider being with him. Those thoughts were put on the back burner when he got the worst news of his life.

You were almost out of your second trimester when Tom died. He had taken a job with his friend Anthony in Africa. What was supposed to be an easy recce, proved fatal for Tom. Your heart broke for Molly and the girls. She and Tom had worked out their differences and were finally in a good place.

When Frankie told Santi, his knees went weak, bringing him to the floor. Tom was a dick, but he was one of Santi's closest friends. Frankie left Santi to you, knowing he was in good hands. You gently lowered yourself to the ground beside him, not saying a word. You just sat there; When he was ready, he would talk.

Santiago sat there, lost and in pain. He didn't know what was worse: The fact that Tom was dead or the fact that Anthony offered him that contract first. He turned it down when he found out you were pregnant. Tom was gone, but it could have been him. Santi leaned into you, placing a hand on your still growing belly. You wrapped him in your hold, offering him some comfort. You had never seen Santi cry, but when you heard the sniffles from the man in your lap, your heart broke. What could you do to help him through this?

Santiago hated that he broke down the way he did. He was supposed to be strong, a soldier. When you lose a fellow soldier, you keep fighting. He needed to keep fighting. You and the baby were his reasons to keep going.

He pulled you closer, wrapping a strong arm around your middle, placing his other hand on your bump. The baby kicked instantly, as if they recognized their father's touch. "I can't believe it." He whispered to the baby. "It could have been me, mi vida. Without you, it would have been me."

You feel like you were eavesdropping, watching this moment between Santiago and your child. You closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the couch, trying to give him the privacy he deserved. You dozed off to his low whispers.

When you woke, you were laying on the couch. You assumed Santi had moved you, because he was still sitting on the floor, now singing to his baby. You kept your eyes closed, listening to his soft voice. You couldn’t quite place the tune until he got to the chorus.

When I’m a bullet shot out of a gun

When I’m a firecracker coming undone

When I’m a fugitive ready to run

All wild-eyed and crazy

No matter where my reckless soul takes me

Baby, you saved me

Damn your pregnancy hormones, you thought as you sniffled, wiping away tears. Santiago sat up, getting rid of his own. “Hey, you’re awake.” He croaked, like he was caught doing something wrong. You stretched with a groan. Sleeping on the couch while six months pregnant was not fun.

You wanted to ask if he was okay, but you knew he wasn’t. “Are you hungry?” You questioned instead, still wanting to take care of him. You stood, walking to the kitchen. He followed quietly. He watched as you rummaged through the cabinets, the fridge, yet not finding anything to make a decent with. “We might need to order Chinese.” You sighed, “I didn’t realize I was due for a grocery run.”

Santiago already had his phone out with his Doordash app open. “You want your usual?” He asked, not looking up from the screen. You added a few things that you normally wouldn’t get, but you were just craving some crab rangoon. “About thirty minutes. I’m gonna go shower.” He was drained, you could tell. His eyes were dull and full of sadness. You couldn’t imagine going through this; To lose a friend. You thought about Sami, Ben. A life without them would be empty. Santi wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You wished for words to flow through you, to be able to give him some comfort. Your brain failed you, so instead, you held him just as tight. You rubbed his back as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. The cries were quiet until they grew into full sobs. You ran your fingers through his hair, whispering it was going to be okay. You weren't sure how long he cried, but you were happy he got it out.

A knock made him release you. His face was red, his eyes were swollen and wet. You grabbed a towel to dry his eyes. “Go shower, I’ll get the door.” He nodded and walked into your bedroom. You heard the shower start as you opened the door. You thanked the delivery guy, tipping him generously. Placing the food on the table, you grabbed plates from the kitchen. Santi walked back into the room in just some gym shorts, his curls in disarray. Neither of you spoke as you ate.

The next week flew by. The funeral was beautiful, and Molly was grateful to have all of the boys there. Santiago barely left your side, your presence giving him the comfort he needed. Will called, saying that Anna gave birth to a beautiful baby boy that they named Benjamin Arthur Miller, after their fathers.

You had an appointment with Dr. Coleman, who confirmed everything was going great. She told you that you may carry over your due date. You hoped she was wrong. At just 28 weeks, peanut had the leg strength of a professional soccer player and their favorite thing to kick was your right kidney. Santiago had begged to find out the baby’s gender, but you both ultimately decided that you wanted to be surprised.

Santi also asked every question he could think of: What if she goes into preterm labor? What if she doesn’t go into labor at all? Are sympathy labor pains a thing? If so, how bad are they? That one got him a ‘go to hell’ glare.

Dr. Coleman gave Santiago a pamphlet of things to do to help kick start labor, if it came to that, and answered most of his questions. “As far as the sympathy pains, they do happen. But you’ll be so focused on helping her,” She pointed to you, “Get through pushing a child out of her body to worry about it.”

Dr. Coleman left, saying to see her back in two weeks. You made your next appointment, and left the office. “Sympathy pains? Really, Garcia?” You asked, as soon as you got in his truck. He just shrugged, laughing it off, something you hadn’t heard since Tom died.

A/N: This chapter is shorter than the others. I'm sorry! But we are getting closer to the baby's arrival! I'm thinking maybe one or two more chapters left in this series. I know I've gotten sidetracked, but I am determined to finish it first before starting any new projects! Thank you for reading!

Tags: @mylifeisactuallyamess , @pedritomando , @leannawithacapitala , @440mxs-wife , @swordandstar, @thereadingsofahopelessromantic, @emmy626 , @prettylilhalforc , @dailyreverie @aria725 @diaryofkali @bodapenguin @lazyunknownwerewolf @phoenixofthevalley @xoxabs88xox

@shakespeareanwannabe @itspdameronthings @aynanasstuff @theewokingdead

#santiago garcia x f!reader #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia smut #santiago garcia #triple frontier smut #triple frontier imagine #kat writes

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 4 years ago

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VAUNNA I LURK A LOT HI BUT I JUST WATCHED IMPULSE'S FINAL YHIRD LIFE EPISODE MY HEART IS BROKEN AND I NEED M O R E P A I N

(coherently: impulse angst please i beg of you. i grovel at your feet. alternatively villain impulse. just take my heart out and stomp on it. thanks <3 also sorry for the caps i just have a lot of feelings rn)

ahh Villainpulse is such good material! i decided to make this a sequel to this one so go read it first :)

cw: fire, murder (just in case, cuz this one is kinda dark)

…

Impulse returns to the wool castle late the next night and collapses onto his bed, exhausted and a little frustrated. Etho’s confrontation with Bdubs didn’t quite go as planned. The closest they came to a fight breaking out was when Cleo started snapping about how she didn’t trust Etho. No angry words were exchanged between Etho and Bdubs at all. It seems Impulse has overestimated their rivalry.

A knock at the door. “Impulse?”

He gives a sigh but quickly rolls onto his side and calls, “Come in.”

The door opens and Etho’s face peers in. “Hey, do you have a minute to talk?”

“Yeah, sure.” Impulse forces a smile. “What’s up?”

“I’m worried,” Etho admits. “Cleo REALLY seems to think I murdered Tango, and I’m a little concerned that she’s going to turn Bdubs against me.”

“Really?” Impulse responds. “That wouldn’t be good, since she was talking about making an alliance with the desert people earlier.”

“Exactly. If we’re not careful, the server will end up splitting into war. I know you’re on better terms with Bdubs than I am; would you consider going over to talk to him tomorrow?”

Impulse nods. “Sure thing. I’m sure I can work something out.”

“Thanks.” Etho gives a grateful smile. “Anyway, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, man.”

Impulse lies back on his bed, even more disgruntled than he was before. The war he’s slowly been cultivating is so close to being brought to fruition, but the slightest wrong move might destroy all his hard work. Bdubs and Etho will be the catalysts. They’ve got the right animosity and the right allies behind them to spark the war, but he just needs the right fuel to set it off.

It’s time for drastic action.

…

Under the cover of night, Impulse makes his way out to the crastle, armed with a sword and a flint and steel. With his intricate knowledge of the crastle’s defences, he makes it to the inner wall undetected and sets up a ladder against it. Climbing up, he creeps in through a very specific window.

As expected, Cleo is fast asleep in her bed. Impulse hesitates for only a moment. This is neither fair nor right, but Impulse doesn’t really care at the moment. He’s come way too far to fall now.

So, with a cold and emotionless expression, he stabs Cleo through the chest, in such a way that will severely injure her but not kill her immediately. She lets out a weak cry, but her eyes don’t open.

When he’s sure she hasn’t woken up, Impulse sets the fire near her bed, before escaping back out the window and shimmying down the ladder he set up. He can see smoke starting to pour out of Cleo’s window.

So he turns and flees.

He’s just made it back to the wool castle when the notification comes up on his communicator.

ZombieCleo went up in flames

Impulse settles himself back into bed.

And he smiles.

…

The next morning, Etho isn’t around, so Impulse goes straight to the crastle. He can see noticable fire damage around Cleo’s window; clearly, Bdubs had managed to put out the fire in time to save the crastle but not in time to save Cleo.

He knocks on the door.

It takes a full minute for the door to open but when it does, it reveals a red-eyed Bdubs, who’s clearly been crying.

“I’m so sorry,” Impulse murmurs, pulling his friend into a hug. “I saw in chat. What happened?”

Bdubs sniffles. “Th-There was a fire. In C-Cleo’s room. I woke up in the middle of the n-night and smelt smoke so I r-rushed down to her room and put out the f-fire but it was too late for her.”

“Oh, I-I’m so sorry…”

Impulse opens his mouth to speak again, but Bdubs quickly draws him inside the crastle and shuts the door behind him. A haunted look has appeared in his eyes. “Impulse… I-I think Etho murdered Cleo.”

Impulse’s eyes widen. This isn’t quite an act; he’s genuinely shocked that Bdubs came to the conclusion Impulse wanted him to come to this quickly, and all on his own. “Wait, what?! Y-You mean the fire wasn’t accidental?”

“No, it was deliberate. She…” Bdubs suppresses a sob. “She was stabbed in the chest first. The fire was to cover the tracks of whoever killed her, to make sure their name wouldn’t show up in chat.”

“Oh no…!” Impulse gasps. “B-But what makes you think it was Etho?”

“I don’t know for sure, but wh-when we talked yesterday, Etho mentioned something about how easy it would be to sneak into the crastle with just a few ladders and… this morning, I found a ladder outside the wall. I know it’s far from conclusive evidence, I just… I can’t shake the horrible feeling that he did this because Cleo said she suspected he killed Tango. Maybe he realised he had to take her out before she discovered any evidence he left behind.”

“N-No, I… That can’t be…! Etho would never do something like that!”

“I want to believe that,” says Bdubs sadly. “But I-I just can’t. I’m gonna avenge Cleo, Impulse. No matter what it takes.”

After a moment, Impulse nods. “I understand. Are you gonna talk to him?”

“Later. First, I’m gonna finish making that alliance with Scott and Grian’s group. Etho’s got Dogwarts on his side, so I’m gonna need the other guys on mine.”

“Got it. And I’ll help too; I’m on your side 100%, remember?”

Bdubs nods gratefully. “Yeah, thanks. Let me know if Etho does anything suspicious.”

“I will.”

…

When Impulse gets back, he finds Etho waiting for him. “Hey,” he says. “You went to the crastle, right? How’s Bdubs doing?”

“Not good,” Impulse responds sadly. “He seems to have got it in his head that you murdered Cleo.”

“What?!” Etho gasps, sounding genuinely shocked and taken by surprise. “Why would he think that?!”

Impulse shrugs helplessly. “I don’t know, dude. But he’s pretty convinced. And he’s going over to the desert right now to ally with Grian and Scott so he can rally them against you.”

Etho’s gaze darkens. “Okay, he’s gone too far. First he tries to pin Tango’s murder on me, now Cleo’s? We gotta do something about him, Impulse. Are you in?”

“Absolutely. I’m on your side 100%.”

“Good.” Etho gratefully places his hand on Impulse’s shoulder. “Thanks. We’ll rally the rest of Dogwarts and see if we can get to Scott and Jimmy before they do. If it’s a war Bdubs wants, it’s a war he’ll get.”

Impulse smiles. He can sense no distrust in Etho’s voice or expression whatsoever, just like Bdubs. Neither of them suspect him of anything.

Oh, he’ll get it all right.

You both will.

#3rdlifesmp #3rd life smp #impulsesv #etho #bdubs #zombiecleo #vaunna’s requests

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apoapsis · 3 years ago

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@flashofyellowlights said,

“Some of us can see our cages.“

It’s rare to find him anywhere but aloft in the air, so he finds no blame with Angela for the alarm that likely rises within her upon finding him folded in upon himself on the FLOOR of her apartment, on his knees. The atmosphere is painfully, oppressively thick with his open misery, and although he is so mindful of staying quiet, so careful to mind his voice, there are quiet, drawn out vocalizations of pure sadness as he cries and cries.

Dew-like tears pour from soft lavender eyes like a fountain as he grovels to something unseen, though as Angela remains in the doorway to observe this unusual mourning session, the source of such a display becomes infinitely clearer once she can directly make out what exactly is said.

“-- I still-- I s-still don’t belong here...“ SIGMA whispers hoarsely, gloved fingers winding themselves in the low-trim carpet. “Everything was so much simpler-- so simple, so easy--“ His broad chest heaves sharply, another quiet, sniffling sob escaping the scientist. “-- Even you were happier there-- I-I could feel it...“ Olivia sits perched upon the corner of the bed as a loaf, quietly witnessing the same sad display as Angela was-- even going so far as to seemingly share a glance with the doctor as they both look on in mutual discomfort.

“... If I could.... If we could just g-go back--.... No, no, no! It’s...“

“It’s so far from my reach...! I am not wanted.... I-I-- I am not wanted!“ SIGMA starts up again, hitching breaths and the tightness in his chest giving way to another round of stifled sobbing and gasping breaths. For once, he seemed equally susceptible to the suffocative effects of his own ANOMALY. “-- If I was wanted, I would have been collected by now, s-surely...“

“... Worthless, so worthless...“

... Your wallowing has attracted an audience. Swallow and suppress it.

Ah.

He stills abruptly-- although, he can’t quite contain the residual, wave-like surges of grief that continue to wash over him... Now with a touch of SHAME, now that he knows Angela has stumbled upon his little self-pity session. “-- This... Oh, this looks bad, doesn’t it...?” SIGMA speaks up shakily, a heaving sigh escaping him as he stiffly sits up somewhat upon burning joints.

But he doesn’t dare make eye contact with Angela just yet; although he has no idea when she must have come home, it’s clear she heard more than enough, and being caught like this, begging for TALON as if this were his true prison.... He feels beyond shameful. The words that follow sting, but not out of malice. “I-- I am so sorry, Miss Angela... You must be-- s-so disappointed in me...“

It feels as though it comes from a place of attempting to understand his perspective...

“-- I-I don’t... I don’t know what I need...“ SIGMA murmurs guiltily, hanging his head as bleary, tear-stained lavender eyes stare blankly down at his trembling fingers, his hands having come to settle upon his narrow thighs. “... I want TALON so badly, but they aren’t what I need, and I don’t...”

“-- I-I-- I really...“

“.... don’t... Know..... What is to be d-done about that...“

Finally, his gaze lifts a little-- but he opts for listlessly staring up at her reflection in the sliding glass door that leads out to the little balcony overlooking the craggy coast and the bay below, steadily darkening by the twilight of early evening.

“The sin isn’t in wanting the... abuse... It’s wanting more of it. I feel so sick...“

“I just-- I thought I was getting better by now!“ SIGMA interjects abruptly, his hands lifting to clutch at his face. “I feel so well, I feel better and better-- and then I’m sick all over again! Just when I really, truly, feel lucidity again, I get so, so, so fucking sick!“

“...How can I feel so sick for such horrible people, Angela...?“

“... What... is wrong with me...?“

#interactions + ғʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛʏ ; ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴇᴏᴍᴇᴛʀɪᴄ ᴘʀᴏɢᴇɴʏ +#recall + ʙʟᴜʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʀᴇᴀʟ ; ʀᴇ-ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ +#flashofyellowlights #trauma!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bend and Break || Homelander

-PART FOUR-

Warnings: Gore, violence, course language, angst.

Summary: People can only bend their morales so far before they break. Homelander is the world’s greatest superhero, and you, a tech analyst, somehow become entangled in his world when he learns that you provide intel to The Boys. He makes it his personal mission to find out exactly what you know, but he never expected such resistance from someone as damaged as you. But broken things can be mended, sometimes in the most unexpected ways possible.

Author’s Note: As a bit of a disclaimer, I have only seen snippets of The Boys. I haven’t actually watched all of it, so forgive me if there are some details that are wrong, as well as the many spelling errors that will undoubtedly be in this series. There is a tag list open for those who wish to be added. I apologise for the long chapters. Gif by @itisa-profoundbond-sarandom

“Where do you think you’re going?” You asked angrily, as you followed Homelander up the large staircase of your apartment complex and onto the roof. He hovered a few metres away from the edge, whilst you stood as close to the edge of the roof as you could. Homelander turned to face you, his hair gently rustling in the wind. “I’m going to confront Stillwell. I want answers, and she is going to give them to me”.

“We need to be smart about this...” You persisted throwing you arms out in annoyance “if you go charging in there all high and mighty and demand answers, she’s going to know that something is wrong. We need to do this discreetly, otherwise you’re going to fuck this up for everyone”.

“Excuse me?” Homelander growled, flying down so that he was hovering just away from the edge “I’m the Homelander. And I can do whatever the fuck I want. Nothing goes on at Vought without me knowing about it. You have no powers, you’re not special, no one would give a damn if something happened to you. So what makes you think you can help me?” he asked angrily, his eyes once again beginning to glow a dangerous red. You didn’t know why his words hurt so much, you didn’t understand why your chest tightened painfully. But you stood tall, clenching your hands into fists as you shouted “I don’t care who the fuck you are! What I care about is doing this right. If you go to Stillwell and demand answers, there’s a likely chance you will put The Seven in danger, and likely anyone else involved. I might not have powers, but at least one of us has to have some common fucking sense!”.

When no response came from The World’s Greatest Hero, you scoffed shrugging your shoulders as you stepped away from the edge of the roof “Then again, what do I know. I’m not special. But if I hadn’t hacked into your servers, you wouldn’t have known about this, and you would have been covering Vought’s arse for all the wrong reasons, not that you don’t do that anyway”. You turned on your heel and headed back towards the door, hugging your arms close to your body as you suddenly felt cold. You shivered, reaching out to grasp the door handle as a firm hand was placed on your shoulder. Homelander spun you around, glaring down at your form with his eyebrows furrowed as he stepped closer to you. “What makes you think I don’t have any common sense?” he asked loudly, throwing his arms out in exasperation as he waited for your response. As you forcefully pushed him away from you, you ignored how surprised you were to see him stumble. He never stumbled. Then again, he didn’t let just anyone punch him either. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed loudly and stepped toward him “Classic Homelander tactic, you always rush in first. You act without thinking it through. You think that just because you are ‘The World’s Greatest Superhero’, that everyone will automatically grovel at your feet and beg for mercy!...” you shouted, your voice breaking as your tone became angrier “well guess what, even superheroes get screwed over. That’s just how the world works. And you’re angry. You’re angry because you got played-”

“Just shut up!” Homelander cried, his eyes glowing a menacing red before firing one large beam directly beside where you were standing. You shrieked, falling over onto your backside with a fearful gasp. The gravel atop the roof smouldered, grey smoke rising into the air in a steady pillar. That was it, this was the last straw. You quickly stood to your feet, rage surging through your blood as you shouted so loud, that you were certain that the entire neighbourhood could hear you. “Fine! If you want to go and fuck things up for yourself, then by all means go ahead. I’m not going to stop you! But you don’t get to come back to me and beg for my help when things go wrong. I’ve dealt with enough of this shit to last me a lifetime, and I don’t need more of it. Especially, not from someone like you!”. With one final glare, you stormed off the roof, slamming the door to the stairwell behind you hard enough that the sound echoed throughout the entire building. The walk to your apartment became a blur, so much so that you don’t even remember walking through the door, or hearing Max’s pestering questions about where Homelander had gone.

Instead, you stormed straight to your bedroom, closing the door behind you with a harsh bang before leaning back against it. You buried your head in your hands, collapsing to the floor as you brought your knees up to your chest. And for all the wrong reasons, you cried. You cried, because the fucking bastard didn’t care about anyone else but himself. You cried, because he couldn’t see what he was doing to the people around him. What he was doing to you. A small part of you still wanted to believe that there was still some good in him, after he had saved your life from a car accident all those years ago. The accident had happened just before Max had been born. You were on your way to the hospital to meet Michael when your car collided with that of an intoxicated driver. You car flipped several times, trapping you inside the wreckage upside down as it caught fire. You still wonder what had possessed him to save your life that night, what made him decide that you were worth saving? How could someone with such extraordinary gifts, abuse them in such a way?

You sighed heavily, wiping the tears from your face as your wrapped your arms around your form, giving yourself what little comfort you could. Unknown to you, or anyone within the apartment complex, Homelander had never left. He could hear your faint sobs through the layered walls, your heartfelt cries and awkward sniffles as you tried so desperately to assure your nephew that you were fine. He could see you hiding in your bedroom, alone and hurting. And a small part of him felt guilty for causing you to feel this way. But he couldn’t talk to you, not now. He needed answers, and he would get them by whatever means necessary. But your words stuck with him the entire flight back to Vought International, ‘We need to be smart about this...at least one of us has to have some common fucking sense’.

Maybe you were right. Maybe you weren’t. But he would never know now, as he instead changed his direction and flew about the city, trying to clear his head of tonights events.

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since your argument with Homelander, and nothing had changed.

It had been quiet for the most part, except for when Max stopped by every afternoon after school as your apartment was within walking distance. More often than not, Black Noir stopped by as well. He often sat outside on the fire escape, perched either reading a book or casually watching you as you went about your daily activities. So at some point, and you’re still unsure as to why, but you invited him inside.

You started to leave your window unlocked again for whenever he came by, and he didn’t talk much. Which surprisingly made him a very good listener. He listened to your every word with some sort of interest, and it felt good to have another adult around, one that actually listened to you and didn’t argue. In those two weeks, you managed to get a new phone, a new number, and managed to establish all your old contacts again. Butcher was the only one you couldn’t make contact with. He hadn’t stopped by your apartment either, which left you a little disheartened. You figured that the CIA considered you a loose end, and that Homelander had or would likely kill you when he was done with you. An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine at the thought.

You sat at the dining room table, trying to weave your way through Vought’s servers for a second time. But you hadn’t expected such resistance. They had definitely upgraded their technology, their firewalls were practically impenetrable. You cursed under your breath, slamming your hands against the table’s surface out of frustration. Noir looked up from the book he was reading on your couch, his head tilting to the side out of confusion and questioning. You groaned, running a stressed hand through your hair “When did Vought upgrade their servers?” You asked him, not really expecting a helpful answer from him at all. When Noir shrugged and returned his gaze back to his book, you poked your tongue out childishly in his direction. “Thanks a lot, arsehole” You grumbled, rolling your eyes as he gave you a sarcastic thumbs up. Before you could respond with a disrespectful quip, there was a loud knock at the door.

Again, you groan, muttering a few jumbled incoherent phrases under your breath as you approached. You swung the door open without thinking, and almost choked on air when you eyes landed on the person on the other side. Homelander stood with his eyes downcast, his hues a darker and sadder shade of blue than they usually were. His right arm leaned against the doorframe, his usually combed back fair hair in slight disarray. You looked him up and down, swallowing thickly as a heavy silence filled the hallway. You cleared your throat, folding your arms over your chest as you opened your mouth to speak.

“I want to try it your way...” Homelander suddenly spoke, his voice low and devoid of his usual sarcastic and pompous tone. Your eyes widened as you were taken aback by his sudden sincereness. You bit your bottom lip, raising an eyebrow in challenge “Did demanding answers not do it for you?-”

“I didn’t...ask Stillwell about Project Cerberus...” He snapped bitterly, gritting his teeth as he lifted his eyes to meet your own. You nodded slowly, hating the way you so easily gave in and stepped aside, allowing the man before you to step into your apartment. But before he could walk past you, you reach out and grabbed his upper arm with your hand, looking up at the Supe from the corner of your eye. “Yell at me like you did two weeks ago again, and I’m done. Understand?” You spoke seriously, your grip tightening around his bicep as a silent promise. Homelander nodded wordlessly, and you released him from your hold. You closed the door to your apartment and headed back towards the living room, where Homelander nodded a curt greeting to the other Supe sitting on the couch. “Just out of curiosity, is there something else I can call you other than Homelander? Otherwise I’m just going to call you prick or arsehole” you stated blatantly, smirking tauntingly as the man before you turned to face your figure with a stern and harsh expression. With his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flaring in anger, you held your hands up in defence “Okay then, baby steps...baby steps”.

Your eyes widened in shock as Noir released a huff sounding close enough to a laugh. After making eye contact with Homelander out of bewilderment, and after seeing that he wore a similar expression, you shook your head. After deciding that Noir possibly laughing wasn’t as weird as having two of The Seven currently situated in you apartment, you motioned Homelander over to your laptop, where the two of you set about breaking into Vought’s servers.

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yniswaifu · 4 years ago

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The bet - 6

They lost.

You never intended to go to their game, but you did. And they lost the second match, against a team called karasuno from the miyagi prefecture.

You couldn't deny the opponent team was impeccable in their game, and the win was well deserved. But you also couldn't deny the fallen faces of your school team. You couldn't deny the sorrow on Kita's face, even if he didn't give away anything.

You couldn't deny your own heart breaking.

You weren't into sports. Sure, you listened patiently to Atsumu and Ginjima's rant about their sport, or Osamu when he was truly excited about it. But you were never a fanatic.

Though right now you felt the loss deep in you as the others did, and the Inarizaki side of the stadium went completely quiet.

Inarizaki volleyball team lost in the second round of the tournament.

You don't know what is supposed to happen after this, specially for the third years, but you did know you had to be there for the boys.

Specially your boy.

You chewed on your thumbnail as you waited in anticipation for the team near their assigned room. None of the boys knew you had come for the second match, and you didn't intend to tell them either. It was a surprise. But now you think it was the better, that you were here.

You see the team approaching and stand straight. One by one you see them looking in your direction, Kita and Aran being the first. They give you a small smile, and you return one yourself. Aran's eyes were wet, so you knew he had been crying. Not just him, but others too, including Ginjima. He spots you and squeezes his eyes shut to stop the tears.

"it's okay. Shh..." you whisper in his ears as you hug him. You didn't have any sibling, and Ginjima was the closest you had to one.

Suna appeared behind him but even though he didn't cry, he looked upset. Squeezing his bicep you give him a small smile. He just nods in your direction.

"I didn't think you'd come." he asks.

You shrug. "I wanted to support my school."

Suna scoffs at your words. "sure."

You didn't say anything about his tone. He looked pissed. Not at the team, but at himself. And you knew someone like Suna needed some space to gather his thoughts.

At last, you spot the twins. Both their eyes widen at you, not expecting you to be there. Osamu's eyebrows scrunched in a frown whereas Atsumu looked sad. You had never seen Atsumu as silent as he was now. You didn't know what to say to them. The loss must have taken a heavy toll on them.

You were busy trying to think what could you say when your eyes connected to the person beside Atsumu. He was resisting something, his pupils wavering elsewhere but you. It was almost as if, he was controlling himself. Yeah, you did smile at him, wished him the best before he went for the games, but that still didn't mean you guys were okay.

You knew it wasn't the time for that. Screw it. Your man needed you and you were going to be there for him.

Walking up to them slowly, you turned to Atsumu and said, "I'm sorry." your voice was soft. You knew saying things like 'good game' or 'you played well' wasn't going to make them feel better. So you just went with being honest. You really were sorry. Sorry for the fact that even after giving their all – they lost.

Atsumu, like Suna, just nods in your direction before entering the assigned room. He knew Osamu and you needed some space, and that Osamu needed you.

As soon as the corridor was empty of people, you look at Osamu.

"Osam–"

"can I hug you?"

His voice was monotonous. There wasn't any emotion in it, but you were aware that those emotions were crashing at the seams in him. So you just nod.

Immediately Osamu wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You didn't care if he was sweaty and smelled, you wanted to comfort him.

Your arms go around his neck, and you caress his nape with one hand while the other just holds him.

After remaining in that position for a while, Osamu suddenly says, his voice muffled. "we lost."

You stay quiet, nodding slightly.

"I...I don't feel good. I think I didn't give my best."

"no, that's not true. You did give your best." you hug him a bit tighter.

He sighs shakily, blowing air on your shoulders. You could feel a wet patch form on your clothes in that area.

"then why did we lose y/n?" he asks you.

"because the other team were a tad better."

You couldn't lie. You knew Osamu would rather hear the truth than sugar-coated words from you.

He stays quiet at your reply, and just hugged you. After a while he says, "I wanted to play with Kita san and others a bit more."

His voice trembled slightly. Because he had cushioned his face completely on your shoulder, it wasn't very clear, but you understood he was crying.

Slowly parting from him, you cup Osamu's face and wipe the tears with the pad of your thumb. His eyes were downcast and light sniffles escaped him, when you rested your forehead on his.

"Kita san also said the journey is more important than the end result. I bet he loved the journey as much as you did. And he too wanted to play with you guys more. But fate has other plans, and as much as I want to change it for you, I can't. What we can do from this point onwards is strive to be better and cherish the good memories you made with others. "

Osamu listened to you quietly. He didn't react when you finished your speech. He just pulled you closer by your waist and whispered. "I love you."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. You have heard those words before, but every single time it created a dip in your stomach. Something people like to call 'butterflies'.

"I know. I love you too."

"don't leave me? Please?"

Man, he was going to make you cry. The tender tone he used, the soft circles he created on your waist, the way he looked at you – you missed this.

moving his gray bangs to the side, you tip toed and placed a kiss on your boyfriend's forehead. "never."

For a second you stared in his eyes. You had the biggest misconception that Osamu wasn't as affected by the separation as you were, and that you weren't breaking him by avoiding him. Now that you see his eyes full of love and yearning for you, the same thing that he had held for as long as you guys have been together, never diminishing, you wanted to kick yourself for being an asshole to this bean.

Osamu closed the distance between you two and pressed his lips on yours. Without thinking twice about your surrounding, or that the team could witness this at any moment, you kiss him back. All those days of loneliness without the other person made you feel hollow, and it was now being mended through this kiss.

You could say it was the best kiss you guys shared.

Osamu held you closer, trying to get you to go further with the kiss. His tongue prodded your lips, but you couldn't. Not in public at least.

So you break the kiss, panting. "we can't."

Osamu pouts a little, but understands why you can't. So he just gives you a sulking look before sighing. "but we're seeing each other after so long."

Your eyes go wide. What exactly is this boy suggesting?

"still. Not here." you reply.

At that he smirks. "are you saying we can continue when we're alone?"

Your cheeks heat up at the suggestion. Yes, maybe you were hinting at continuing the make out session kiss. But you weren't going to admit that.

Rolling your eyes, you push Osamu towards the room where others were. "I'll see you on Sunday." you tell him and start to walk when a grip on your wrist brings you against a hard body.

Osamu places a kiss on your cheeks. "it's a date." he says in your ears and you try not to smile like a fool.

"sure." you act nonchalant but start laughing because you couldn't control yourself. You were excited.

Waving him goodbye, you walk towards the exit. You couldn't wait for Sunday to come sooner.

***

It was a Sunday. Atsumu didn't even know how or when he came here, but did. He did come to the store where f/n worked and now that he has come to his sense, he is regretting everything. But he still couldn't look away from her and his feet are still glued to the ground where he stood.

She was checking the aisles, Atsumu sees. Gosh, how much he missed her. How much he wanted to hold her. How much he wanted to grovel on his knees and beg for forgiveness. Anything, anything for her to look in his direction.

He contemplates whether he should enter the store or not when f/n sees him. He was in casual clothes, and boy did he look good. He looked in everything. F/n was really surprised at first, at this fact –

Atsumu Miya looked good in everything.

She knew Inarizaki had lost in the second round from the social media, and as much as she wanted to drop everything and go to console Atsumu, she didn't. She had to control herself. For her, unless Atsumu personally doesn't apologize, she wouldn't even look in his direction.

But how could she not when the blonde stood like a lost puppy in front of the store.

He was looking at her from under his lashes, eyebrows crinkled in a frown. It wasn't the angry frown, more like a helpless one. Because he was helpless.

Keeping the basket of supplies on the floor, f/n gets up from her crouched position. She slowly walks up to the entryway and the automated sliding doors open, giving her access to go outside. It was a bright morning, a contrast to the gloomy atmosphere around these two.

Atsumu didn't have to think twice. He wanted f/n back. And he was ready to beg her for that.

F/n's eyes widen when she sees him slowly kneeling on the ground. Her first instincts was to stop him and just hug him, soothe his pain. But she didn't.

Her hands curl in a fist as Atsumu started his apology. "I'm sorry." his voice was soft and shaky. "I...I'm sorry for everything."

Atsumu didn't know what else to add. Indeed, he was sorry for everything. The list was long, including what he did from the time he approached f/n during the lunch break four months back, till the time she broke up with him.

"I didn't love you when I approached you. It was a dare I had with my friends, and it was supposed to be for fun. It wasn't real for me."

Tears were already blurring f/n's eyes. His words triggered everything.

"but. At one point, it did start becoming real. And it became so real that I don't think I can live without you." Atsumu confesses at last, looking up at you with his own share of tears falling. "I love you f/n. I really do."

The sincerity in his voice was enough to make f/n break into loud sobs. She kept wiping her tears, but she couldn't stop them from falling. Not when she felt the same.

"how can I trust you? Tell me sumu, just how?" she says between sniffles, despite how she felt. Emotional investment was a real deal and she didn't want to repeat the mistake of falling deep without security, twice.

Atsumu, desperate, gets up and tries to reach for her but she takes a step back. "please..." his voice but a whisper. "I will prove to you all my life if that's what it takes, how genuine my feelings for you are. But please...don't go..."

F/n doesn't know what to do. His plead, his desperation, they were so transparent that even a stranger could tell he was telling the truth.

But...but...

Breathing through her nose to calm herself, she looks straight in his eyes. They looked like crystallized caramel, a colour so beautiful. They were looking at her with love, and what could be interpreted as fear of losing her.

Maybe she didn't have it in her to stay strong. She is crumbling. Crumbling under Atsumu's gaze. What she wouldn't give to just hug him right now.

But wait. Life's not that simple innit?

"okay." she finally says.

Atsumu's eyes widen. "what...?"

"prove it to me. Your feelings."

He couldn't believe his ears. He was almost sure she will reject him and kick him out of her life for good. He certainly didn't expect a second chance.

Wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his hoodie, he risks a step towards f/n. This time she didn't move from her spot. Taking that as a confirmation to get closer, he closes the gap and stands right in front of her.

"I want to hold your hands."

Being almost a head taller than her, f/n had to look up at the blonde boy. He had a small smile and twinkle in his eyes, almost like a kid. It was adorable.

Nodding shyly, she looks away to hide the blush creeping up her neck. Atsumu holds her fingers, as gently like a piece of china dish, and moves his hands further to fully clasp her hands with his.

He lifts them up, bringing them close to his lips when f/n finches, making him stop.

He looks at her frowning and immediately backtracks from what he was about to do. Right, he has to prove himself first.

Being the gentleman or not he is, he peeks at her with hooded eyes and asks, "may I kiss your hands ma'am?"

There was a slight hint of sarcasm in his words, a trait of Atsumu she didn't like initially but came to find it amusing overtime. They weren't filled with malice, just playfulness. At least around people he cherished. And her mouth slightly twitched at what he said.

Again, f/n just nodded, giving him consent. Smirking, Atsumu dipped his head to place two soft kisses on each of her hands before placing them back by her side. This was the most gentle he had ever been and it was shocking because he was actually trying his best from the start.

Well. He got a lifetime to prove himself. A lifetime of loving each other better, with a better start.

F/n couldn't stop herself from smiling, and Atsumu mirrored her.

This time, he was going to make it right. It's a bet.

What? Did I just finish the series?

I can't believe it's over. It was short, it was sad, it was sweet. It isn't perfect, but it's close to my heart. Because this is the first full fanfiction with a proper storyline and i–

I feel content. Content with the ending. If I'm being honest, Suna was my favourite in the whole story. He's just...wow.

Thank you everyone who read this story and supported me. Every like, comment and reblog means a lot.

I hope I return with better stories to tell about our Haikyuu boys. Till then, stay tuned.

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 5 years ago

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May I request a bit of angst but fluff in the end for Atsumu? 🥺 Using quote 1, and can it be both smau and written? Cos I really like yer writing 🥰🥰

When the trio entered Club Rebel they were met with a whiff of alcohol and smoke, a scent they were now well accustomed to. As Atsumu began to scan his surroundings, an animated grin warmed up his features. The space was almost at full capacity, and the sea of unfamiliar faces had the blonde’s heartrate in a mess. He selected Club Rebel for their group outing for one reason alone – he was seeking anonymity. At least, that was the reason he proclaimed to his two friends. The artificial motive was packaged with an impressive sales pitch, and if they did not know his history with the venue, they might have bought it. Afterall, Club Rebel was perfect – he could be anyone here. More precisely, it offered him the opportunity to escape the labels and baggage that was associated with the name “Miya Atsumu”.

“First rounds on me, friends!” A breath of satisfaction was exhaled as he hooked an arm around each of his friend’s shoulders. Bokuto thrusted a fist into the air in response, celebrating the setter’s declaration while Suna mumbled an unenthusiastic “great”.

Truthfully, the only reason Suna tagged along was because he knew you would be here. Despite supplying his friends with a persuasive falsehood, they both knew that Atsumu was harbouring a secret wish. The setter was hoping to a catch a glimpse of the heart he broke. And thanks to the skillful planning of his friends, his wish would come true.

“Since you’re paying, you can bring us the drinks too.” The middle blocker settled onto an empty L-shaped couch, sinking into the cushion contently before waving his friend away. “Bokuto you go find Aran and ‘Samu. Then when you’re both done, come back to me.” Suna did not care whether or not the pair would agree to the plan thrust upon them. Instead his attention landed onto his phone and the social media page he was responsible for monitoring for the evening.

Exasperated with his friend, Atsumu twitched, lifting his hands into the air. His fingers slowly curled into a fist as he tightened his jaw, swallowing the growls wishing to sound. “Suna, ya lazy ass! What do ya think ya are? A damn prince?” Beside him Bokuto raised an eyebrow at the middle blocker, wordlessly questioning whether the plan was in motion.

“Maybe I do.” The emotionless response was aimed at the setter, though Suna’s eyes remained fixed onto the Ace. Tilting his head, he lowered his phone to his thigh. The arrogance in his pose provided Bokuto the answer he was seeking.

“Tsum tsum, just get the drinks. I’m gonna find Aran and Myaasam.” The Ace tugged on his setter’s shirt, nudging him to take his leave.

“Yer the worst.” A final death glare was administered by the blonde to the unwavering middle blocker. Shaking off Bokuto’s grip, he turned on the outsole of his dress shoes then began towards the bar. Sometimes he did not understand what Suna’s problem was. Shaking off the thought with the roll of his eyes, he pressed himself against the bar counter, motioning the barkeep over.

“Heya, Miya. It’s been a while.” The foreign accent hit the setter with a wave nostalgia – the barkeep ‘Star’ was a friend of yours. He didn’t recognize her at first, perhaps due to the alcohol he consumed earlier.

Star was the one who had introduced the two of you, after speaking with Atsumu she suggested that he meet a potential romantic candidate. He could still remember how the butterflies in his stomach sang upon your arrival – you were the most beautiful person he had ever met. But he soon realized it was the kindness of your soul that bathed your features in an angelic glow. God, he was an idiot for letting you go. “She’s here you know.”

The information was stated with a thick layer of disappointment, her dislike for the setter was becoming quite obvious. However, the surge of hope that entered Atsumu’s body allowed him to successfully bypass the distaste in her voice. Fate had blessed him with a miracle – that was all that mattered.

“Do ya know where she is?” The question spilled from his lips before he could gather his thoughts. He knew that she held little motivation to help him – but it was worth a shot.

Star grimaced, continuing to polish the glass within her grasp. Instead of responding verbally, she motioned to the dancefloor with her chin.

While he was eager to see you, the smile that was sewn into the setter’s mouth could no longer be maintained when his eyes landed on you.

A string of laughter exited past your coloured lips when Makato completed another impression of your mutual friend. Beside her, the former Karasuno Captain had his face resting in his palm, with embarrassment flushing his skin. Sugawara patted his friend’s back in a supportive manner, though he too, was failing to suppress his laughter. And for the first time in a month, your lungs had accepted the fresh air, expelling the smoke that was left behind by a past lover.

“Awe, y/n. I forgot the sound of your laugh until now. Thank you for the reminder.” Makato provided a little wiggle to her eyebrows, with a teasing edge to her comments.

“I’m sorry.” The sound of your laughter dimmed into a titter as you shook your head. “Thank you for dealing with me all this time. I know I haven’t been the easiest to deal with for the last month.” The alcohol lacing into your bloodstream had equipped you with the conviction you lacked for the last 30 days. While your heart continued to weep from an unforgettable loss, your intoxicated mind led you to believe that you could move on – and that you would.

But even alcohol could not cure the damage that would befall you if you came face to face with the devil himself.

It took you a few minutes to spot him, and when you did, a storm brewed inside of your stomach.

Were your eyes deceiving you?

No. It was him. Miya Atsumu in the flesh.

The tears that were once being shed inside rose to the surface, claiming your cheeks as you locked onto his gaze. Your friends exchanged worried glances seeing your sudden alternation in mood, except when they followed your stare, the source of your pain was easily spotted.

“Why the hell is he here?” Makato seethed, her fingers clenching the stem of her liquor glass.

“Let’s just leave. Come on, y/n.” Sugawara slipped an arm through yours, guiding you in the opposite direction and away from the setter.

Panic flared inside of the blonde when he saw you disappear in the crowd. A desperate glance was tossed on either side of him as he scanned the venue for a solution to this problem. It would take him far too long to block off each entrance even with the aid of his brother and friends. Then an idea struck him, sure it was ridiculous and could potentially cost him greatly, but it his was only option.

“I’m not losin’ ya again.” Mumbling the words under his breath, he broke into a sprint towards the DJ Booth.

Across the dancefloor, your friends strived to lift your spirits while Daichi was sent to fetch your coats. Makato brushed away the liquid clinging to your flesh, while Sugawara had an arm around you, his fingers soothingly caressing your arm. The gratitude you held earlier for the alcohol had quickly morphed into regret, as it amplified the emotions you were failing to conceal. What made the circumstances considerably worse was that all you desired was him.

“Where is Daichi? It shouldn’t be taking this long.” Blowing out a noisy breath, Makato surveyed the area, puckering her lips out in thought. However, rather than finding your mutual friend, her eyes fell upon a certain blonde idiot who was now standing on the DJ’s platform. “Oh no.”

“HEY. L/N, F/N. Don’t ya dare think about leavin’!” Atsumu’s voice echoed throughout the club, drawing the attention of every attendee. The setter adjusted his posture as he squinted at the audience, searching for the person responsible for his moment of insanity. When he spotted you in the crowd, a pained expression painted his features. “Y/n.” The way he breathed out your name so softly brought you to clench the fabric draped over your chest.

This time when your eyes met, you kept the surge of tears at bay, utilizing your acting skills for the first time this evening.

“Y/N, I love ya. I love ya so damn much. I’m sorry that I didn’t fight for us.” The sincerity of his words was revealed by the small cracks in his voice. Atsumu was a confident man, but right now, the only thing keeping him from collapsing was pure adrenaline and fear. “I didn’t realize it at the time, forgive me. I should have been putting yer needs before mine. I should have appreciated ya more, everything ya did for me…” As his bottom lip wobbled, the females in the audience blew out a few “awe’s”. You, on the other hand, were engaged in a battle with your cheeks, swiping away the liquid you could no longer suppress.

“I don’t ever wanna make ya cry again. Please y/n.” He didn’t care that he was begging at this point, he would grovel at your feet if he had to. “Give me another chance will ya? I know I messed up, but let me make this right.” Sniffling, he wiped at his nose with his sleeve before throwing the microphone back at the DJ. Jumping off of the platform, his eyes remained secure on you as he slipped past the dozens of bodies keeping you away from him. When he finally reached you, a timid smile tugged at the ends of his lips.

“Will ya take me back, y/n?”

Unable to compose yourself, you threw your arms around his neck, prior to digging your face into the cotton that covered his chest. As you entered his embrace, the setter was overwhelmed with happiness. Peppering kisses to your head, an apology or declaration of love was whispered between each kiss as he clung to you, fearful that if he let go, he would be awoken from his dream like reality.

“Atsumu…” After gathering the energy required to use your voice box, you pushed away from him slightly. Your eyes were rimmed in crimson, and your mascara was now smudged below your eyelids. But you were still the most breathtaking girl he had ever laid eyes on. Humming lowly in response to his name, he pressed his forehead against yours. “Don’t be such an idiot next time.”

Your demand prompted a sheepish grin to display on the male’s features, though it was short-lived. As after you said your next words, he immediately crashed his lips against yours in a kiss.

“Next time, you don’t need to scream how much you love me on the microphone. You just need to come home.”

A/N: Omg you said tiny bit of angst and I gave you this - I’M SORRY??? hopefully the fluff at the end makes up for it!? AAAh ;-; I hope you like it!! Also I edited this 3 times and at this point if I missed any mistakes pls ignore thanK YOU

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