#like at first i thought everything was a misunderstanding and gave so many chances but it only can happen so many times before it looks lik

[jade-curtiss]

"Let me take nothing you care about seriously and make fun of your traumatism on top of creating new others, it'll be fun"

"how come you hate me? It wouldn't have happened if I would have listened you communicated more."

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 13

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MASTAPOST

The reality hit Maddie like a truck, once they’d ferried the kids home, and returned to Fentonworks. Bruce Wayne had excused himself, and went back to his hotel after bidding farewell to them.

That left her and Jack alone on the couch. Jazz was upstairs, probably studying psychology and sciences, on her way to be a genius just like her family.

Just like Danny.

Tears wracked Madeline. Jack was openly sobbing at the couch. Not the silly way he would sometimes cry at small things that he would get over quickly. Maddie could feel the bone-deep anger and grief seeping through her and her husband.

She needed to tell Jazz. Tell her what had happened. But she dreaded the thought of talking to her daughter in this state. It wouldn’t do to give her the news and then break down underneath Jazz’s feet.

That thought didn’t do much to stem the tide. Maddie idly reached for the tea, cold from where they’d left it in the afternoon. The realization that this was happening again, again in the family, rocked her to her bones. Maddie’s mind conjured up images of blood over wooden floors, and red hair spilling out and covering still, dead eyes. Claw marks over a bruised throat.

She had trusted Danny. Loved him more than anything. What mother couldn’t trust their child? That sweet boy whose eyes sparkled with kindness and who jumped up and down on dreams of seeing the stars. His kindness meant he gave anything a chance. She had thought she’d lost him. She had raged and tore through everything and everyone and suddenly, through no result of her actions, he came.

And now he was gone again. Taken, just like her great-great-grandpappy. Just like so many others across the world. Just like Alicia’s son. Never to be seen again.

There had to be a way, an answer. There had to be some kind of inconsistency in the data. Something that could show the path forward, a path where her baby boy could still be out there and able to returned home safe.

Maddie descended the stairs into the labs, ready to look over dusty notebooks, and old journals. Jack followed her soon after, not a word exchanged between them.

To say Bruce Wayne was shaken was an understatement. That girl, Samantha, had no idea what she was talking about. All Bruce was interested in was the safety of his son and Daniel Fenton, and the pursuit of justice.

That didn’t mean she would’ve had a point, once upon a time. How Jason came back, but it wasn’t a joyous celebration, but the beginning of more pain, more misunderstanding and accusation. How Damian first came to them. He had a son who had finally returned home, but there was no celebration then either.

They had just started to get along again. They were this close to being happy.

Bruce held his head in his hands. He needed to review the facts again. The facts, the players, the unknowns and mysteries. Damian just had to be out there, he just had to.

Sirens, the GiW, the Fentons… Where to begin?

A message pinged on his comm. It was from Tim. Had he finished sifting through the files?

Bruce opened his laptop, seeing an email with attached analysis and files. Good work, Tim. He knows how hard it must be for him, to dedicate this effort into saving a brother with whom he had a very rocky start.

The email confirmed many of his suspicions. Tim was able to recover the majority of the files that Tucker Foley had attempted to destroy. Damning evidence showed Samantha and Tucker engaging directly against various sirens, using magic and technology respectively. Daniel Fenton was nowhere near such attacks, but his role as supplier to Phantom was clear. At several points over the last few months, the boy could be seen sneaking into secluded areas with experimental weapons and gadgets stuffed into his pockets, that would later be seen in the webbed hands of Phantom.

Daniel was hardly ever seen in the same vicinity as Phantom, or any other siren. That was not surprising. The kid wasn’t athletic in any way like Samantha, nor did he have her talent for the mystical arts. He didn’t have Tucker’s affinity for technology, either. That, combined with the obvious discomfort around his parents’ grudge against sirens meant that it was reasonable he’d avoid being seen around sirens at all costs, while silently supporting them from the background.

The kid had his convictions, was for sure. But what kind of motive would cause the boy to do such a thing? Going against his parents was normal, almost ubiquitous at that age range. Did this trio harbour desires of becoming a hero, like Dick and Jason and all others that followed?

Tucker Foley kept Tim and the Batcomputer out for half an hour with nothing but a laptop. Sam Manson had an incredible drive to do right, and a less impressive sense of restraint (it pained him how much of his children that reminded him).

It was clear they had the hearts of heroes, and the potential too. But those desires landed his children in immense pain over the years, failures Bruce would regret for the rest of his days, and now those same failures repeated once more.

He needed to do this, for them.

The GiW were suspect. He would need to direct the Batcave into cracking their secrets open. Those men could not be trusted one bit. Not their DNA test, not their documents, not their badges. And certainly not for their CSI skills. They didn’t even report whether there were signs of a struggle on the island where Damian’s blood was found!

And for what motives did the sirens even abduct people in the first place? The more he considered, the more the GiW’s explanation of Damian being devoured seemed like utter bullshit. He hoped that was not denial speaking.

Bruce began to plan.

His phone rang. He ignored it. He formed a list of contacts to call upon for advice and consultation.

His phone rang again. He made a web of connections to the Fentons.

His phong rang, rang, rang again. A collage of every unsolved missing persons’ case ‘from the last twenty years.

The phone answered itself on speaker. It jolted Bruce from his work. Alfred’s stern voice sounded out. “Master Bruce, you are spiraling again, sir.”

Bruce hummed. “I’m working, Alfred.”

“Yes, I know. However, in your pursuit to discover Master Damian’s whereabouts, I must remind you that your other children still need their father. Master Timothy is on his eighth cup of coffee, and Master Richard has sent twelve common crooks to the emergency room. Master Jason had to calm him down, sir. They need you, sir.” Alfred stressed.

Bruce stood up, his back cricking from the strain of hunching over documents and files. He stared at the growing pile of papers on his desk and tabs on his laptop, before sweeping them all to the side.

“You’re right, Alfred. Thank you for reminding me.”

Why? Why? Why, why, why, why why? That was the question running through the Fenton parents’ heads as they combed over observations, data, charts, and historical records. The documents and files sprawled out over the floor of the lab. They had to find the connection, if there was one out there.

Why did the sirens abduct humans?

Despite what the goons in white thought, the biologist in Maddie found herself doubting it was all for food. Considering their latest population estimates, the amount of humans required to sustain siren numbers was completely impractical.

Ok, maybe they don’t have to eat humans, but do it as a luxury?

Such a hypothesis would have seemed more plausible, had there not been a plethora of new data counteracting that point. The Amity Island sirens pursued a number of different goals, very few of which overlapped, very few of which involved eating humans in any way. If there was an incentive to eat humans or even just abduct, then far, far more people would’ve been grabbed off the piers and beaches, even if Phantom could stop them all.

That lead to another question. Why would the sirens of Amity not even bother with abductions for the most part, when the majority of sightings and suspected siren incidents were brought to light because of the missing people?

Maddie kicked the wall. The impact resounded and echoed through the room.

Jack wrapped his arms around her waist tenderly, a calm presence. Maddie’s heart relaxed a little, the scent of chocolate bringing her back to warm nights with the kids. “You know this reminds me of a story grandpa Fenton told me about when he was a kid back during the war.” Jack said quietly. “His grandpa used to be a surveyor or analyst or some kind of smart guy at some big factory, makin’ planes to fight the Japanese. One morning he was banging his head on the desk.”

Maddie wasn’t sure where Jack was going with this, but she nodded for him to continue.

“And so Grandpa Fenton asked him, ‘Gramps, what’s the big deal?’ and great great grandpa showed him these pictures. They showed where bullet holes would appear, said it was to design better armour for ‘em. But the strangest thing was that none of the bullet holes were in the engines or near the tail. Gramps was seriously worked up about it! Spent all day pacin’ back and forth.”

Maddie gasped. Jack continued, although trailing off. “Anyway when Grandpa Fenton told me about it, all I could think of was how nice that they had planes comin’ back anyway. Have you seen the casualty rates for those things? Gave me the stuff of nightmares!”

Information whirled through Maddie’s head.

“And that’s how I gave up my dreams of being a fighter pilot!”

“Jack, you’re a genius!” She shouted. Jack blinked.

“Huh? What for?”

Maddie jumped up and kissed her amazing husband. This was a breakthrough.

It was survivorship bias. The reason none of the planes returning had bullet holes in the engines and lower fuselage was because the planes that had taken hits there were too damaged to return in the first place!

They were too busy looking at what they could see and not spending enough time looking for what they couldn’t. Jack’s great, great grandpa needed to look at the situation holistically, and from there it would all make sense.

What did that mean?

Sirens were crafty. And as they learnt from the attacks on Amity, they were petty, ambitious, power-hungry, lustful, and vengeful, among many other insidious attributes.

She and Jack had been fixating on the missing people cases, but what if those cases were only a small number of the illicit criminal dealings these monsters had been unknowably perpetrating in the human world? And if sirens can commit many, many other crimes than mindlessly violence and murder, then that means there could be any number of other reasons they could abduct a human.

If they wanted revenge or to satisfy their bloodlust, would they not have left a body somewhere? But no such body of either Damian Wayne or Danny was found. If they ate the boys, then the blood would’ve attracted sharks, but no sharks were to be found either.

Terrifying scenarios passed through Maddie’s mind. Slavery, trafficking, arena fighting. Any number of horrendous crimes that would not require any spilt blood. Horrors unimaginable for a woman to see her child suffer through. But a tiny, faint light shone through all of them: hope.

Because she had reason now to believe Danny and Damian Wayne were alive, out there somewhere, praying for their parents to come save them from the nightmare.

Jack blinked, expression blank. “You know I don’t mind staring at your beautiful face for hours, but I feel like there’s something you’ve figured out.”

Maddie’s eyes turned steely and determined. “Jack, get the SAV ready. We’re going on a hunt.”

The only one who knew where the boys were was Phantom, and Maddie would extract every secret that menace kept, even if it meant tearing him apart. Molecule. By. Molecule.

[lostcauses-noregrets]

Sometimes I'm still a bit confused about Levi's choice or rather with Isayama's philosophy about death. Like yes Levi let Erwin rest to preserve his humanity and free him from his guilt and suffering right? But that sounds like people that are broken never have a chance of healing, which kinda contradicts Levi's ending because Levi (seemingly) was able to atleast find peace, and also how him and Hange were talking about how Erwin would be excited and try to feed the car carrots and buy the whole ice cream cart. Sometimes it feels like Levi gave up on Erwin, because he clearly didn't believe Erwin is broken to the point he can't heal, am I wrong? Idk I just feel like it contradicts itself sometimes and I don't like this philosophy of death being the only way to heal/save someone especially when it contradicts itself with the ending. Like i realise Levi has a different personality and is stronger mentally but the way Isayama and co. talked about how much Erwin's death affected him and how much Levi loves Erwin and how Levi is Erwin's stronghold, and also that Isayama or Kamiya quote that goes something like "To Levi, as long as Erwin was okay and as long as he was by his side, everything will be ok" it's just kinda hard to believe that death was the only way to save Erwin especially because he didn't neccesarily wanna die? I hope you understand my question, I was kinda rambled a bit there my bad 😭

Anonymous asked

Levi letting Erwin rest feels a bit like he was beyond saving and sometimes I have a hard time accepting the philosophy, especially since Isayama contradicts that mindset in his own writing sometimes. I don't think Levi thinks Erwin was beyond saving, and if he did it seems like he gave up on Erwin kinda? Erwin didn't seem suicidal, he was just burdened with guilt but also Levi was his stronghold? It's hard making sense of Levi's choice sometimes tbh, he himself seems like he thinks life is worth living even if the world is shit, because there are some things worth living for, even though there will always be pain and something missing. I don't know if you get my point hahaha but maybe you can explain your view of this? Especially because Levi says he has no regrets makes me think doesn't he ever think of what could have been or if he did something different? I know he's the type of person to not look back because you can’t change it anyways, but he's still human and we know he thinks of Erwin like "If Erwin was here..." and he misses him. Help, I love eruri but i always had trouble with this.

I’m going to answer both these asks together because I suspect they’re from the same person. The first one has been in my inbox for months now, so I apologise for taking so long to answer. 

So, this is an interesting one.  As Anon has said, there’s a perception among some fans that the reason Levi chose not to give Erwin the Titan serum, is that he had reached such chronic depths of despair and depression that the only way to save him was to let him die.  Some fans are understandably unhappy about this because it implies that people with depression are beyond recovery, or as Anon puts it, “people that are broken never have a chance of healing”.  However there’s a fundamental misunderstanding here about why Levi made the decision to let Erwin die.  It’s true that Erwin suffered from guilt and despair as he struggled to reconcile his desire to fulfil his dream with his duty to save humanity (despite the fact that both goals were entirely in line).  And it’s true that in chapter 80 he said that there were many times that he thought it would be easier to die, however to understand Levi’s decision you need to turn to chapter 84.  Levi’s initial decision is to use the Titan serum to revive Erwin, but there are two things that convince him to change his mind. The first is Floch’s insistence that Erwin is the devil who deserves to spend more time in hell because only the devil himself can destroy the Titans.  (Floch was right about that, but he was wrong about who the devil was.) This is what starts to turn the tide and change Levi’s mind.  Erwin had already become the devil because that’s what humanity demanded of him and Levi did not want to drag him back to hell and compound his torment by turning him into a literal monster. 

The second is his remembrance of Erwin’s pursuit of his dream, and Kenny’s parting words that “everyone is a slave to something”.  Levi knew that Erwin was enslaved by his dream and he understood the toll that had taken on him, but he was able to give Erwin his humanity back by absolving him of his guilt and setting him on the path he knew he had to take. This is why Erwin looks at peace when he thanks Levi, and this is why Levi makes his decision.  In death Erwin would finally be free from the hell of the world and his enslavement to his dream.��

Isayama makes this crystal clear in the Character Encyclopaedia. 

As to whether Levi regretted his decision, that’s a different question. It’s worth remembering that Levi’s no regrets philosophy isn’t that you should never regret your actions, it’s that you should try to take the course of action you’ll least regret, which is a bit different.  By letting Erwin die, Levi took the path he believed he would regret the least, and later in the manga he is unequivocal that he has no regrets about not choosing to revive Erwin.  This is hardly surprising given everything they have been through and the appalling odds they faced attempting to stop Eren’s catastrophic genocide. I don’t think that means he doesn’t miss Erwin though, it’s clear that Erwin, and the vow he swore to him are never far from his thoughts, right to the bitter end.

One thing I’m curious about is why this argument has sprung up in recent years. I don’t remember anyone interpreting Levi’s actions in this light when Midnight Sun was first published.  I suspect it’s partly due to lack of familiarity with the supplementary materials such as the Answers book and Character Guide, where Isayama spells out his intentions, and partly due to the benefit of hindsight. People see Levi living his best life with Gabi, Falco and Onyankopon and are sad that Erwin isn’t there, that he didn’t have the opportunity to live on with Levi after the war.  I understand that, I’m sad that Erwin didn’t live to see the end of the war too, but when I think about how much more of his humanity he would have had to sacrifice in order to get there, I can’t help thinking that Levi made the right decision. 

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Baby Daddy chapter 5

Note: last chapter! tied in request by @synindoodles, I hope you'll like it as you gave me a lot of freedom really. chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4.

Warnings: fluff/suggestive/angst.

pairing: modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You and Sihtric needed some counselling to work things out.

wordcount: 5k

Masterlist

The Counselling.

To no one's surprise, you and Sihtric remarried several months after you had divorced the other Dane, Sigtryggr. You certainly felt bad for your second ex-husband, as he had treated you with nothing but love and respect, but your heart simply belonged to your first ex-husband, who was now your husband again.

To everyone's surprise, things seemed to work out rather well between you and Sihtric this time, as years had passed and you were still together. Of course, you still had misunderstandings, disagreements and you argued occasionally, but it was way better than it used to be as you had both learned a lot. Sihtric still struggled to communicate at times, and you still made quite the mess of the house, mainly the kitchen. But you were both determined to make it work, just like you had promised each other. Not just for yourselves, but for Odin too, your now sixteen year old son.

'I don't know, pookie,' Sihtric sighed as he looked at the webpage you showed him, 'are we doing that bad?'

'No, Siht, not at all,' you said and sat down across from him in the kitchen, 'but I don't want us to ever get that bad, so I think it's not a bad idea.'

'I thought marriage counselling was like a last resort?' Sihtric remarked and sipped his coffee, then he leaned back and raked his tattooed fingers through his long, loose, messy hair.

You loved the contrast between his rather rough looking face and haircut, and his expensive, black v-neck sweater with some designer jeans underneath. Financially, things were going great, but romantically things definitely needed to improve.

'Well, for many people it is a last resort,' you agreed and closed the laptop, 'but why not give it a chance? I mean… don't you also feel that there is a distance between us lately?'

Sihtric looked down at his cup and shrugged lightly.

'I guess,' he said softly, 'maybe. Sometimes I just feel… nevermind.'

'No, tell me,' you encouraged him and reached for his hand across the wooden dinner table, 'talk to me.'

'No, it's… it doesn't matter,' he smiled weakly, not knowing how to express his fear of losing you again, 'maybe you're right, maybe it's not a bad idea.'

And with Sihtric's approval, you booked the counselling appointment. What Sihtric didn't know was that it wasn't just a one time appointment, but a whole retreat. A whole week. And you sort of forgot to mention that until one day before you had to leave, at least, that is what Sihtric claimed. You had told him, but he hadn't listened. Everything was arranged already; the trip, your stay, and Odin staying over at Finan for the time being. But the news came as a shock to Sihtric.

'A week?!' Sihtric stared at you with wild eyes, 'what do you mean a whole week? I don't want to be stuck in some… some…' he waved his hands around, 'prison for couples for a week!'

'You think marriage counselling is like prison?' you asked bitterly.

'No! But- but, gods, you could've told me this before!'

'I told you!'

'You didn't!'

'I did!'

'You did not!'

'For fuck sakes!' you yelled, 'this is exactly why we need a whole damn week there!'

'Yeah, well, make it a month,' Sihtric huffed as he stormed off to the bedroom.

And not much later you also stomped your way up the stairs and found Sihtric sitting on the bed, and it didn't take long before you sat on top of him, naked, making it up to each other… again.

'And this is where you will be staying,' a friendly lady named Eadith said as she showed you your luxurious room.

You and Sihtric looked around the large room, which had a king size bed, a big tv with a cosy looking couch in front of it, as well as a spacious bathroom with a heart shaped jacuzzi. You thanked Eadith kindly for the tour and short introduction, and you had about an hour to get ready for the first real counselling session of the week. 

Each day you would have a different sort of session, which should eventually bring you and Sihtric closer again, as well as hopefully sort out the issues you two always had ever since you got together. And today, you would be meeting with Doctor Beocca for your first session..

'Hi, welcome,' Beocca said, 'please, take a seat.'

You and Sihtric sat next to each other, and you both shifted a little nervously on the couch as Beocca took his time to open his laptop and started typing.

'So,' the doctor said after a moment, 'this is the first session each couple here takes part in. I am here to paint a picture of where exactly your relationship is at, its problems and what kind of sessions you will need to improve the marriage. So my first question to you both is; why are you here?'

'Well,' you began, as Sihtric looked at you, 'I wanted to do this retreat because there is a distance between us. It's not too serious yet, I think at least, but I want to prevent us splitting up… again.'

'Again?' Beocca asked.

'Yes, eh,' you chuckled awkwardly, 'we divorced once, then we both married someone else who we also divorced, and then we married each other again.'

'Oh,' Beocca said, and he started to type on his laptop, 'I see. How long was your first marriage?'

'Eh, we split up about two years after we got married, but we didn't finalise the divorce until…,' you looked at Sihtric, 'how much later?' 

'I'm not sure anymore,' Sihtric confessed.

'O…kay,' Beocca sensed you both weren't able to fully recall it anymore, 'we'll just focus on the two years then. So you split up after two years, then what happened?'

'Well, we still tried to do family things with our son,' you said, 'so we saw each other often. But we'd always end up arguing and after that we'd make up again, you know, with… sex,' you cleared your throat, 'and at one point we got back together again.'

'For less than a day,' Sihtric added.

'A day?' Beocca frowned.

'Yeah, then we had a big falling out-' Sihtric continued.

'There was an incident,' you interrupted your husband.

'An incident?' the doctor asked, 'what-'

'It was an accident,' you said.

'She fell off the stairs,' Sihtric said, 'which was kind of my fault, but-'

'She,' Beocca looked at you, 'you fell off the-'

'It really was an accident, I wasn't injured badly or anything,' you quickly said.

'No, but you did call Sigtryggr for help,' Sihtric scoffed and crossed his arms.

'Sigtryggr?' Beocca looked confused.

'I was hurt, Sihtric,' you rolled your eyes, 'and I needed comfort.'

'Wait, who is Sig-' Beocca tried, but you both didn't hear him anymore.

'Was his cock comforting enough?' Sihtric gave you a bitter look.

'Oh, please!' you hissed, 'nothing happened between us that day. He only take us for ice cream-'

'Oh, yeah, that's right!' Sihtric looked at Beocca, 'some strange man took my wife and my then five year old son for ice cream, after I was kicked out of the house.'

'Odin was four,' you corrected him, 'and Sigtryggr wasn't a strange man-'

'Who is-' Beocca tried again, to no avail.

'Oh, he wasn't a stranger because you met him in a bar the same night we met, which was years ago by then?' Sihtric asked, heated.

'Sihtric, please,' you rubbed your eyes, 'I had met up with Sig befo-'

'Sig,' Sihtric mocked the name.

'I met up with him before, and you know that because you read my texts!'

'You- you read your wife's texts?' Beocca asked.

'We were split up,' you said, 'I wasn't really his wife anym-'

'Yeah, I read my wife's texts,' Sihtric talked over you, 'because she left her phone in the kitchen and I just happened to see the message come in.'

'And you decided to freak out over it,' you sighed.

'I did not freak out-'

'You squished a juice pack-'

'It was a kid's juice pack, doctor,' Sihtric informed the wide-eyed man.

'That doesn't matter!' you yelled.

'Okay, okay!' Beocca's voice suddenly rolled through the, previously, zen room like thunder, 'I need you both to please stop talking.'

You and Sihtric both looked at Beocca and clenched your jaw at the same time. Then Beocca got up from his chair and grabbed a stuffed Hello Kitty plushie from a shelf, which he handed to Sihtric, who looked confused at the doctor while you snorted.

'Usually,' Beocca grumbled, 'this technique is used for children,' he sneered, 'whoever holds the stuffed animal gets to talk!'

You and Sihtric nodded in agreement, and you both felt like toddlers again.

'Okay,' Beocca sighed, 'Sihtric, please tell me what happened. How did you get back together before the incident, or accident, whatever, and what happened after that?'

Sihtric cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

'So,' he began, 'it was our son's birthday party that day. I was there too, naturally, and when I went to get a juice pack for my son, I saw her phone screen light up. Of course I looked at it, like everyone would,' he glanced at you for a split second, 'and saw the text was from someone I didn't know, this guy called Sigtryggr, and it said how he was planning on meeting up with my wife again.'

'And how did that make you feel?' Beocca asked, and you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

Sihtric looked at you again, but averted his eyes when you looked up at him.

'I was hurt,' he said quietly, 'and angry. I still loved her,' he swallowed hard, 'I always loved her.'

'And yet you were in your whore era,' you spat.

'No!' Beocca snarled, 'do not speak!'

'Sorry,' you mumbled.

Beocca nodded at Sihtric to continue.

'I was hurt. And I know we were not really together anymore, but I couldn't stand the thought of my wife with someone else,' Sihtric said, 'yes, she's right, I was seeing other people too. Hurting myself in the process, but I only did it because I tried to forget her. I know it wasn't fair of me to get angry that she was seeing someone too.'

'And what happened then?' Beocca asked.

'I confronted her, and we… we,' Sihtric cleared his throat, 'we had sex. Good sex,' he suddenly grinned, 'and by the end of the day we were together again. Then the next morning we got into an argument, again, I walked away and we argued on the stairs. When I tried to walk away again she wanted to take my hand,' Sihtric said and paused.

'Go no,' Beocca encouraged him.

You saw Sihtric's fingers tightened around the Hello Kitty plushie and, to your surprise, when you looked up at him you saw his eyes were teared up.

'I- I flinched,' Sihtric said, quietly, and his voice trembled, 'because I pulled away, s-she lost her balance and she f-fell down the stairs. I- I tried to grab her but-' he choked up and stopped talking.

'I see,' Beocca said softly as he started typing, 'and clearly you are still upset about that.'

'I never wanted to hurt her,' Sihtric sniffled and wiped his tears before they could fall down, 'but of course she was spooked after it happened, as was I, and she… she kicked me out. She wanted the key to the house back, which I gave her, and then I… I left.'

You fought your own tears and reached for Sihtric's hand, giving him a comforting squeeze before the Hello Kitty plushie landed in your hands.

'After Sihtric left,' you told Beocca, 'I called the guy I had gone for a drink with before that birthday party happened. His name is Sigtryggr, and he helped me out that day, after I fell. Nothing happened between us then. But he did accidentally meet our son.'

You explained the rule you and Sihtric had about introducing new people to your son, and then you told the doctor about how you and Sihtric ended up together again for a night, only to fight again and finally get divorced. You told him that Sihtric got married again at some point, only to divorce two months later, and your husband had nothing to add to that.

'Then I got married to Sigtryggr and ended up having sex with Sihtric on my wedding day,' you said, deadpan, 'I divorced Sigtryggr a few days later, married Sihtric again a few months later, and then things went up and down but we stayed together and, I think we just got stuck in a rut, you know? And now we're here, to finally sort things out and to not create more distance between us.'

Beocca stared at his word document, apparently the old man was speechless. He didn't directly say this was one of the wildest stories he had ever heard, but you knew that's what he meant anyway. Despite the story being so wild it would make for a good work of fiction, Beocca promised he'd have a plan ready by tomorrow morning.

And you went to have dinner at the resort's restaurant, before you went back to your room, where you both felt so drained by the conversation with Beocca that you fell asleep together before it was even ten in the evening.

'Bonding?' Sihtric frowned as he looked at the scheduled session the next morning.

You had only just woken up when you saw that Beocca had emailed you the week's planning. Sihtric rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and yawned after he handed you your phone back, and he sat up in bed next to you.

'I also don't know what we'll be doing,' you said, 'I just hope we don't have to talk the whole time like yesterday.'

'Me neither,' Sihtric sighed, 'I mean, it was good to get that all out to someone I suppose, but yeah,' he chuckled, 'I still feel drained.'

'Me too,' you chuckled.

You looked at your husband as he was trying to wake up, and you felt a smile tug at your lips at the sight of his bare, muscular torso and his messy hair. You both had aged a bit, but he still looked so damn good, even when he didn't try. 

'Come here,' you smiled and pulled Sihtric close, then pecked his cheek, 'I love you, sweetheart.'

'I love you too, pookie,' he said and squeezed you in his strong arms, before he kissed your cheek and leaned back, holding your face in his hands, 'we're going to work this out, I promise.'

'I know,' you placed your hands on his, 'I know we will.'

'Welcome,' a soft-spoken lady smiled, 'my name is Thyra, and I will guide your bonding session.'

You and Sihtric both smiled a little nervously again, and Thyra quickly explained what today's session was going to be like.

'So you will sit together in the lotus position-'

'What?' Sihtric snorted, 'eh…'

'Oh, no, no,' Thyra laughed, 'yes, like the sex position, but you will not have intercourse.'

You both chuckled with relief, and slight disappointment, and got in the position as Thyra explained how this should bring you closer together.

'Okay, wrap your arms around each other and hold each other close, then close your eyes,' Thyra said as she sat down, a few comfortable paces away from you.

You did as you were told and easily melted into each other's arms, as you buried your face in Sihtric's neck, and he moved one hand up into your hair, gently resting on the back of your head, holding you close.

'I will ask questions, and you will answer to your partner, so not to me,' Thyra said, 'I will be able to hear your answers, but I will not interfere unless it's needed.'

You both hummed in agreement as you were still wrapped around each other, and Thyra began her session.

'First I want you to focus on each other's breathing, until you both breathe in sync. Become one,' her soothing voice sounded.

You focused on Sihtric's breathing, your chest pressed against his, and you gradually started to find a comfortable breathing pace to keep up with.

'Now, open your eyes and look at each other,' Thyra said, 'and keep your eyes locked when you answer the questions, even if it's strange or uncomfortable. What made you fall in love with each other?'

Sihtric gave you a soft nod, allowing you to go first while you stared into his mismatched eyes.

'I fell in love with your appearance first,' you said softly, 'and I liked your energy and the way you made me instantly feel safe when we met.'

'Naturally I fell for looks first too,' Sihtric smiled faintly, 'when you looked at me, I just felt some sort of… as if I had found something that was missing.'

You felt yourself blush and pouted at Sihtric's sweet answer.

'I never invited anyone to go home with me after I just met them,' you said, 'you were the first guy I took home, without really knowing you. It just felt like we belonged together, and I couldn't let you go.'

'I felt the same, pookie,' Sihtric smiled and cupped your cheeks, 'there was no denying that we felt like we should be together.'

'Very good,' Thyra said, 'now, what four personality traits of your partner are your favourite?'

'I love how passionate you are, and fun-hearted,' you said, 'and how you're protective and actually quite romantic at times.'

'And I love how caring and considerate you are,' Sihtric whispered, 'and how honest you are, and passionate too.'

'Thanks,' you whispered with rosy cheeks, and Sihtric bit down on his lip with a smile.

'I really want to kiss you, pookie,' he whispered, thinking Thyra wouldn't hear it.

'You can,' Thyra said from across the room, 'pretend I'm not here, please, unless you'll take it too far. I'm not watching you two,' she chuckled, 'I'm making notes. The whole purpose of this session is to feel close, so if you want to kiss, hug, nuzzle, go right ahead.'

Sihtric was fast to pull your lips to his, and he captured you in a sweet, gentle kiss.

'I love you,' he smiled against your lips, 'so fucking much.'

'And I love you too,' you breathed, 'so much.'

After Thyra had given you a moment, she continued.

'What physical features are your favourite?'

'Boobs,' Sihtric couldn't resist his first answer, and you couldn't help but laugh at this boyish response.

'Nah, seriously,' Sihtric composed himself, 'your body is fantastic, love, you know I think you look perfect. But, I love your smile,' he said, 'it always makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when you smile at me. But, again, I love everything about your appearance, your face, your hair, your hands… gods, your hands, it's like you can heal anything with a simple touch sometimes.'

'Your eyes,' you blurted out immediately, 'I love your eyes.'

Sihtric smiled and struggled to keep his eyes locked with yours, as he felt his cheeks heat up again, and he mumbled a shy 'thanks'.

'And I love how you look ridiculously good with every haircut,' you chuckled and pushed a strand of his loose hair behind his ear, 'I love your face, I know that sounds stupid probably, but… the sharp features, your eyes, your lips, the facial hair, and your scars,' you sighed, 'everything about your appearance is just… perfect to me. There is nothing I'd change, Siht, nothing.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'I'm… I'm glad to hear that.'

'You thought I'd want to change something?'

Sihtric shrugged lightly, 'Maybe… maybe my scars.'

'No,' you cupped his cheeks, 'I wouldn't change anything,' you said, and pulled him in for a kiss, 'you're perfect.'

'You're perfect too.'

'Good, good,' Thyra continued, 'what is something you need from your partner, this can be physical or emotional.'

'I need you to communicate more,' you said, 'you're already doing so much better than years ago, but it's still not enough often. I know it's hard for you, but you need to tell me when things aren't going the way you like it, or when things are difficult or when you're hurting. I don't want you to be ashamed to open up and tell me what you need or want. All you have to do is talk, communicate your feelings and needs. That's really what I need from you.'

Sihtric nodded and swallowed hard.

'I know, sweetheart,' he said, 'I know. But I just,' he teared up, 'I just need you to understand… that when I grew up, there was no… no space for me. No one cared about my needs. And,' he took a deep breath to compose himself, 'I'm really trying…'

'I know you are,' you reassured him, 'and you're doing really well, but this is just me wanting to encourage you to try and be even more vocal and clear. I know your past is different from most people, but I also hope that you truly understand and feel that things are different now too in our own family. You have people around you now who do want to hear you and help you.'

'I guess… maybe sometimes I don't feel that,' Sihtric confessed, 'sometimes when things don't go your way, you get angry. And I'm the same,' he chuckled, 'but then I shut down and run, because I don't know how to solve it or how to say things.'

'We can solve things by talking and listening,' you caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, 'and you're right too. Sometimes I struggle to understand your behaviour and I agree that I should do better. I know I can do better, and I'll work on that.'

'I'd like that,' Sihtric smiled, 'and I'll try to open up more.'

'I'd like that too.'

'Very good,' Thyra said, 'you two are doing really great.'

You and Sihtric smiled at each other, and he couldn't resist stealing another kiss from your lips.

'My next question is usually if you are still attracted to each other, but I think we can skip that,' she chuckled, 'the next question is if you are satisfied with your intimacy.'

'Ehh, for the most part,' you said hesitantly.

'For the most part?' Sihtric raised an eyebrow.

'Well, I'd just like it if, you know, we could have a bit more slow and sensual moments, instead of just going at each other like savages,' you laughed, 'which is great too, don't get me wrong.'

'No, I get it,' Sihtric chuckled, 'you're right. We often go for quickies lately, it's been a while since we really took our time… or weren't angry.'

'Exactly,' you agreed, 'I'd like it if we could make time again. I know things changed too as Odin grew up. But he's often not home these days when we are, so I'm sure we could figure this out.'

Sihtric agreed, and in truth, he wanted nothing more than to pick you up and carry you back to the room you stayed at, to have that slow and sensual sex you both needed and agreed on. But the session wasn't over yet. And everything went well, until Thyra asked if you ever felt cheated on by your partner.

'No,' you answered.

'Yes,' Sihtric said.

'What? Why?' you asked, 'everything I did with someone else was when we were split up. Sigtryggr and I weren't exclusive when I still saw you, before you and I divorced, and never agreed on being exclusive either then. I really only cheated on him, actually, with you.'

'I know,' Sihtric sighed, 'but… I always felt married to you. I- I always felt horrible when I was with someone else, even though we agreed to split up, in my heart I was still married. I always felt like I was cheating on you. And, I know it's not fair, but therefore it also felt like you cheated on me.'

'I'm sorry you felt that way,' you said, 'but I thought we both were clear about the fact we were not together anymore back then.'

'We were, pookie, but y-you're not listening to me now,' Sihtric struggled, 'I'm not saying that you cheated on me, because you didn't. We never cheated on each other,' he stared into your eyes, 'but to me it always felt like we did.'

'Sihtric,' you said with sadness in your voice, 'and that all leads back to communication again. You should've said something back then.'

'I know. I just didn't know how,' he said, 'maybe because I knew no one did anything wrong, but still…'

'It happened, we can't change that anymore. But I'm sorry if I made you feel cheated on. Do you trust me now?' you asked.

'I do,' Sihtric smiled softly, 'I trust you, I do.'

'Okay, good,' you pecked his lips, 'because I trust you too.'

After the intense bonding session, which actually brought you and Sihtric closer together right away, you finally had that slow and sensual sex, just before you went for dinner. You and Sihtric felt more at ease and more connected than ever before, as you both finally seemed to have a better understanding of each other. 

The next day you had a meditation session, which would make you tap into your previous lives. And you had both been sceptical going in, but you were both shocked by the end of the day, when you discussed your results and discoveries during dinner.

Apparently Sihtric was a medieval warrior and a Dane, who fell in love with a Christian "witch". The woman wasn't really a witch, she was just a healer. But the townspeople didn't trust her because of her "healing powers" and ended up burning her alive in her home when she was asleep, while Sihtric wasn't home, as he was preparing for battle. And when he returned home, to a burned down hut and a dead wife, the townsfolk captured him and tortured him, by cutting out his tongue, as they feared he might be able to curse them, and then they killed him. They had only been together for a year, and died young.

'There is no way,' Sihtric said when he looked at your papers, which had your previous life written on it, 'you were a healer and you died in a fire?'

'I guess we really are connected,' you said, after you had read Sihtric's story.

You had to admit you felt just as spooked as Sihtric upon this reveal, but it did make sense as to why you felt you belonged together. And maybe it was also why you got back together again each time you had split up. Something primal inside you kept pulling you back towards each other.

'Maybe we struggle because now that we're actually together for a long time, longer than in our previous lives, we just don't know where to go?' you thought out loud, 'and you struggle to communicate because your tongue was taken.'

'Gods,' Sihtric scoffed, and he ordered another glass of whiskey when a waiter walked by.

'You know,' he then said, 'our home in that life was so messy too,' he chuckled, 'herbs and flowers and spices everywhere…'

'Just like our kitchen now,' you smiled and shook your head lightly, 'I can't believe this.'

'Me neither,' Sihtric said, 'but… it does make sense. And I guess it gives some clarity too, as to why I am possessive and protective at times, maybe more than I should sometimes.'

'And why I keep believing we can work this out, because I just know we can heal.'

With the newfound knowledge and mutual understanding, the last few days of the retreat went by fast. You had one day on which there was no session planned, and you ended up spending all day together in bed, only getting dressed to go out and get some food. And the fire between you and your husband was as bright as it was when you just got together, the first time. 

The day after that, you had a session which consisted of doing an escape room together. It seemed like a pointless game, but it was a test to see if you had already learned to listen and communicate better. And to both your surprise, you solved the escape room without ever raising your voice at each other or getting irritated by your partner, so the retreat proved to be successful once again.

On the last day you had another conversation with Beocca, to see if there had been any progress, and he had been pleasantly surprised by the positive changes he saw. There was no need to pull out the Hello Kitty plush this time, and he said you both seemed more in love and calm, to which you agreed.

'But don't forget that you will still be challenged once you're back home again, back in your daily routine,' Beocca said, 'it is okay to argue and disagree, as long as it's a healthy amount.'

'I know,' you said, and Sihtric agreed, but you were both confident everything would be okay.

And you were right. 

Back home again, things definitely went better. Sihtric opened up more and you paid more attention to his needs, when he finally communicated them with you, and you became closer as a family again, which is all Sihtric ever wanted. 

And as your wedding anniversary was approaching, you and Sihtric decided to renew your vows. The last time you got married to Sihtric you had kept it small, with just your son present and a handful of friends, as everyone was sick and tired of going to weddings by then, but now that everything was finally going as it should, you agreed to throw a big party. 

And at the night of your anniversary party, you ended up in the venue's restroom with Sihtric again. Except this time, before you pulled each other's clothes off, you made sure that all the toilet stalls were empty.

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Please love me

Sunghoon x reader

Angst, fluff

The way that the members are depicted in this story has nothing to do with how they really are or how I feel they are. It is all solely for the storyline so please bear that in mind 🫶

Summary: Too many times already, Sunghoon has messed up. He knows himself that he shouldn’t be given another chance but he just wanted to show that this was all just a misunderstanding. But how can he when everything is just a blur?

F/N = female name

Warnings: cursing, spiking, use of drugs, harassment, violence (please let me know if I need to add any more 🤍)

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“Y/N please! Please don’t leave, let me explain”

Sunghoon ran behind to catch up with you and Niki. Niki found the others and told them that he was going to take you back home without an explanation. They were slightly confused but assumed that it was because you weren’t feeling too well

“Y/N, I swear it wasn’t what it looked like! F/-”

“Sunghoon just stop ok! I don’t want to hear it. Whatever I saw in there was clearly self explanatory” you cut him off with tears in your eyes

Sunghoon froze at the sight of your tears. Seeing you so hurt and him being the cause felt like a stab in the heart

“No Y/N please I’m telling you I di-“

Niki decided to step in after picking up on how uncomfortable you looked from all of the unwanted attention

“Hyung I think you should leave Y/N noona alone. You’re too drunk right now so go back to the other hyungs and go home. I’ll take her back to hers and make sure she’s safe”

He didn’t leave much time for Sunghoon to respond before wrapping his arm around your shoulder to take you back to your flat

As for Sunghoon, he remained frozen where you guys had left him. He wanted to scream out to you about how it was all a misunderstanding but he just couldn’t move. How did he manage to fuck up so bad? It was going so well for you two and he ruined it so fast

He stumbled back into the party in hopes of finding his friends so he can go home and wallow in his sorrows. It didn’t take him too long to find them but when he got closer to the table, he felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. How was he going to explain to them about what just happened?

“Hey Hoon are you good?” Heeseung called out to him

Sunghoon shook his head “No I want to go back now. I’m not feeling well”

His friends looked at him with concern but instantly got up to leave the party. The wait for their ride was silent and Sunghoon didn’t know whether to speak up and explain now before things went south, but Jay beat him to speak first

“So what happened mate? Niki and Y/N left earlier as well. We weren’t sure if you knew about that already?”

Sunghoon froze at his question “Oh. Um. Yea I saw them before they left”

“Really? I thought you would’ve left with them hyung. Y/N wasn’t feeling to well” Jungwon piped up from the back seat

Sunghoon took a deep sigh to calm his nerves. He knew that the best thing to do now was to come clean since after all, he fucked up big time

“Um. S- so, I saw Y/N and Niki before they left and um. They walked into the bathroom when F/N kissed me” his voice trailed off as he lowered his head in shame. He couldn’t stop his bottom lip from quivering, thinking back to your teary eyes when you walked in

“Are you fucking serious hyung?” Sunoo spat “How could you be so fucking stupid? Why do you keep on messing with Y/Nie as if you hadn’t already put her through enough already? I know you guys agreed to take things slow but I didn’t think you’d go fucking low to kiss another girl. And you just had to top it off with it being fucking F/N out of all people. God I don’t even want to look at you right now”

“I know and I’m so sorry Sunoo. Everything was just blank till Y/N came into the bathroom. I don’t even remember how I ended up in there.”

“Hey I think you need to calm down. You’re turning pale” Jake rubbed his back and quickly gave him a bottle of water to sip

Sunghoon felt his eyes getting heavy so decided to go to sleep in hopes that this was all just a nightmare

At Y/N’s flat

You were so thankful for Niki as he took you back to your flat. He helped you to settle in and made his way to your kitchen to get you some water and snacks to make you feel better

“Thank you for doing this Niki. I’m so sorry you had to put up with me being like this”

“Ay don’t worry about it noona. You know I’m always going to look out for you”

You patted his head like he was a puppy and rested your head on his shoulder

“Niki? Do you think it was a mistake for giving Sunghoon a chance? I feel like I’m just overreacting since we’re not actually dating”

“Noona, I know you two haven’t made things exclusive but he should’ve had the respect to not be doing these things after you both confessed to each other. You don’t have to try and justify his actions ok?”

“I guess you’re right. I don’t know. Just seeing them together tonight made them look like they were an actual couple. Technically they’ve known each other for longer so they’re bound to end up getting together at some point”

“Stop thinking like that noona. Yes hyung may be one of the people I value the most in my life, but there are no excuses for what he did. He is clearly head over heels for you so he should’ve shown that, yet here he goes and pulls this shit. You have every right to be mad at him. Because I most certainly am”

“You know I appreciate you Niki, so much. I think I should just sleep it off and that should hopefully clear up my head. Do you want to stay in my spare room for the night? It’s too late and I don’t want you going out on your own at this time”

“Ok! Thank you so much noona”

Back to the other boys flat

The 6 boys filtered back into their flat in silence and they all made their way to different rooms except for Heeseung who quickly said that he had to head out.

Sunghoon didn’t know what to do with himself. Sunoo had already let his anger out whilst the others remained silent. Yet he could feel the lingering judgment towards him, and rightfully so. Jake came over to his room and patted his shoulder with a goodnight before leaving him on his own.

He sat down on his bed and rested his head in his hands. Without even realising, the tears started to pour. The guilt and disgust was draining out and all he could think about was how to get you to talk to him and make things better

It had been about 30 minutes full of tears before there was a knock on his bedroom door. He let the person on the other side know that it was alright to come in and with that, Heeseung walked in. Seeing how distraught his friend looked, Heeseung came over to Sunghoon and engulfed him in a hug to let his friend cry it all out.

“Hyung what do I do? I’m so fucking stupid. I hurt Y/N. I care about her so much but I hurt her” he hiccuped between his words

“Look Hoon, you need to breathe ok? When you calm down, tell me what happened” Heeseung calmly soothed his friend whilst patting the back of his neck

After a few deep breaths, Sunghoon started to try and recall his memories “Most of it was just a blank to me. I remember being with Y/N and you guys but then F/N took me away to have some drinks with her friends. I don’t remember how long we were drinking for but next thing I know, F/N pinned me to the sink and kissed me. And uh, yea, that was when Y/N and Niki came” his voice trailed towards the end after bringing you up

Heeseung listened carefully before responding “You know that I will always be here for you ok Hoon? We’ve all seen each other through our worst times but we get through it together. I’m not gonna act like what you did that hurt Y/N was right, because you know yourself that it isn’t, but I’m never gonna turn my back on you ok? None of us will”

“Thank you hyung. Seriously. I don’t know how I’d be if I didn’t have you guys. I just don’t know what could’ve been going through my head. I like Y/N so much and I never want to be anywhere near F/N so I don’t know what came over me”

Heeseung let out a sigh and brought out a bag that had been in his pocket “Ok I know this is going to sound really weird but just trust me alright Hoon? I didn’t think it have to come to this but something just doesn’t seem right and I want to make sure you’re safe. You need to pee in this tube and take these antibiotics. Don’t worry about what else to do, just let me deal with everything.”

Sunghoon was shocked to say the least

“You don’t think?”

“I don’t know but I’d rather be safe than sorry”

“Ok, I trust you hyung. And really, I cannot thank you enough”

The next day

After getting a fresh start in the morning, you came to the decision that you weren’t going to put up with the way Sunghoon had treated you and this time, there was no forgiveness. You didn’t want him and F/N to think that they won by hurting you, so you kept your head held up high and went about your day like normal. The boys acted how they usually did when you bumped into them in the hallway, and Sunoo stayed by you to fill you in on the daily gossip. The only thing that was different was that you barely saw Sunghoon and when you did, he’d look a lot paler than usual. As soon as you made eye contact with him, you turned to walk the other way

As days went by, you saw him less and less, to the point where he was absent for an entire week. Even though you basically wanted nothing to do with him, you weren’t heartless. So when you saw the boys during lunch you didn’t hesitate to ask

“Hey how is Sunghoon? I swear he’s not been in for a few days”

The boys froze at your question but tried to play it cool

“Don’t worry Y/Nie he’s just not feeling too well” Jake spoke up

“Oh ok that’s fine then”

There was a moment of silence before Heeseung broke it “I know you probably don’t want to talk about it Y/Nie but we want you to know that Hoon really hates himself for hurting you. He truly does care about you, you have to know that. We’re not going to defend his actions but if you ever want to, please talk to him because he’s not doing to good”

“I’m not sure Seungie. There have been so many things that he’s done that have hurt me. Yes I may still like him, but I’m not going to tolerate someone treating me like that.”

“We understand Y/Nie and we’ll never force you to do something you’re not comfortable with”

Heeseung’s POV:

He felt frustrated with the entire situation but at the same time, he wanted to solve things between everyone because it hurt to see everyone so down. As the oldest, he felt obligated to make everyone felt better no matter how hard it was

Everyday, he and the boys would take turns to check up on Sunghoon and keep him a bit of company to show that they had his back. It had been a few days till he finally got a long awaited letter in the post first thing in the morning and his palms were sweating as he opened the envelope. As he read the writing, he felt a bubbling rage before he stormed out of the flat with the paper crumbling in his hand

No one’s POV:

“You are fucking disgusting” Heeseung spat with clenched teeth as he slammed the letter on the desk

F/N was completely startled at the sudden attack

“What do you mean Seungie”

“DON’T call me that you bitch. You are fucked in the head you know. Just read this”

F/N picked the paper up with her shaking hands. Her eyes made her almost look manic as she read through it

“It wasn’t me I swear!”

“Oh don’t give me that bullshit F/N. I can see through your fake innocent act. He was with you the entire night since you wouldn’t let anyone else near him. You better explain everything, and I mean everything to Y/N and Sunghoon. Because if you don’t, I will use this and go to the police”

Y/N’s POV:

You had just finished up in the library as it was your free period and you were making your way to the toilets. The last thing you were expecting was F/N to approach you, and looking worried

“Um, I really need to talk to you. Are you free now?”

You were surprised that she wasn’t screaming at you. Or at least flaunting Sunghoon to you “Uh yeah sure what’s up?”

“It’s about my birthday party with Sunghoon”

“Look F/N if this is your way of bragging to me then I don’t want to know about it. You won ok? Are you happy now”

“No you don’t understand ok Y/N. If I don’t tell you this, I can get in serious trouble. Just please promise that once I tell you this, we sweep it under a rug and just move on”

“What are you on about? I don’t owe you shit”

“Please Y/N! I can’t let Heeseung go to the police. I can’t!”

You were taken aback by her outburst. Your eyebrows furrowed as you questioned her “Why would the police be involved with this”

F/N choked up and took a deep breath before explaining everything

*Flashback*

F/N dragged Sunghoon from his group and brought him over to the mini bar where her friends were. They were all over him, asking him questions and running their hands all over him. It was obvious to anyone that he was extremely uncomfortable but no one came to help him.

Whilst he was distracted, F/N poured a drink for her and Sunghoon before pulling out a small bag of powder from her purse. She didn’t hesitate to pour some of it into his drink before handing it to him

Because Sunghoon felt so overwhelmed with the unwanted attention, he downed the drink, as well as many others the whole night to try and distract himself. He just wanted to get this all over with so he can go back to his friends and cuddle with you. His plan was to take you out the next morning to get breakfast, and hopefully have a date before confessing that he wanted to make things exclusive between you two. But as time went on, he felt like the room started to spin a bit and the noise started to drown out his thoughts

When F/N asked how he was feeling, it was like the sound was echoing as his vision started to blur

“Girlies I’m going to take Hoonie to the bathroom. Don’t miss us too much” she smirked as she grabbed the poor man’s arm and dragged him upstairs

When she shoved him into the bathroom, she instantly pinned him to the bathroom and grabbed his face to try and kiss him. With the limited strength that he had, he pulled his face away to get away from her. His speech was slightly slurred and he wobbled as he moved away.

“What are you doing F/N? Get off me”

“I just want some fun Hoonie. Why would your bore yourself with that bitch when I’m right here”

“I don’t want you why can’t you get that through your head. Y/N is the one that I care about so just leave us be. Whatever the deal is that we had is done. I’m going”

“Why is it always Y/N? She doesn’t deserve you! No one does but me! Why won’t you fucking love me?!”

And with that, she grabbed his face again and forced her lips onto his. At that moment, the bathroom door swung open, revealing you and Niki

Sunghoon felt like someone had thrown ice water at him when he made eye contact with you. He knew what this would look like from you perspective so he instantly shoved F/N with his last bit of strength and went to chase your crying figure

“Y/N wait! Please!”

*End of flashback*

Your eyes were stinging as F/N explained everything that happened that night. You felt absolutely disgusted by her, the more she elaborated on each detail. A burning feeling of rage came over you and before you knew it, you lunged at her and punched her in the face. There was nothing stopping you as you straddled over her and threw constant punches. It wasn’t till two strong arms wrapped around you and dragged your body off her

“Get off me! I’m going to fucking kill her”

“Hey Y/N stop it, ok! You don’t want to get in trouble yourself”

You struggled in the grip but turned around to look at Heeseung

“Y/N you need to calm down. She’s got a lot coming for her so don’t handle this with violence alright? This isn’t you and she isn’t worth it. Just let me handle this all and don’t get your precious hands dirty alright?”

He brought you into a tight hug and stroked you hair as you cried into his chest. It hurt him so much to see you so distraught. But he knew that you had to hear the full story so you would understand everything that actually happened.

F/N struggled to get up but when she saw the deathly glare from Heeseung, she felt a shiver go down her spine and ran off

“Seungie I feel so stupid. He was left so vulnerable and I took it all out on him. I hate myself so much for not letting him explain”

Heeseung sighed as he rocked you side to side

“Y/Nie it’s not your fault ok. No one is at fault here but F/N. I didn’t want to believe it but things weren’t adding up so I got Hoon to do a test. The results only just came in and it confirmed that he was spiked”

“Please tell me he’s ok. He’s feeling better now right?”

“Don’t worry I made him take antibiotics as soon as. He’s just feeling down right now and refusing to eat so that’s why he’s not feeling well enough to come in”

“It’s all my fault. I should’ve just listened to him”

“Hey! I said you have no reason to blame yourself Y/Nie. I know you must be overwhelmed right now, but if you can, please speak to him. He’s not been the same since since that night”

“Ok Seungie. Thank you”

Time skip

You walked back with the boys to their flat as you mentally prepared for how your conversation with Sunghoon would go. Heeseung had updated the rest of the boys about everything that happened and even though they wanted nothing more than to confront F/N themselves, they knew that at this moment in time Sunghoon had to come first

You knocked on Sunghoon’s door and he responded with a weak voice

“I’m not hungry right now hyung, I’ll eat later”

Instead of responding back, you opened his door slowly and peeked your head through a bit

“Sunghoon? Are you ok?”

Instantly, the boy shot up from his bed and looked at you in awe

“Y/N! I, um, what are you doing here?”

You couldn’t find the words to say, so you ran over to him and gave him a hug. The tears were falling non stop and you hiccuped into his shoulder. You felt his arms wrap around you to stroke your back and he tucked his face into your neck

“I’m so sorry Sunghoon. I should’ve been there for you. F/N told me everything that happened that night. And then Seungie showed me your test results. God I’m so stupid”

“Shh it’s ok. You didn’t know Y/Nie, I didn’t either. All I knew was that I didn’t want to be around her and something wasn’t right. Just seeing how upset you were because of me again, absolutely killed me. When Heeseung hyung told me about taking the test, I didn’t want to believe that I could be so vulnerable. And I didn’t want you to see me as weak for getting into that situation in the first place. But please believe me Y/N, I care about you so much. I would never dream of intentionally hurting you like that”

When you felt his shaking shoulders, you stroked the back of his head to play with his hair

“Oh Hoonhoon, you don’t need to explain it to me anymore. I shouldn’t of been so stubborn to ignore you. And you are not weak ok? You are the strongest person I know. F/N took advantage of you and she will pay for what she’s done”

Seeing you so angry for him, he felt so giddy inside. He shouldn’t be thinking about it but you looked so adorable in his eyes, like an angry kitten. He brought his hand up to grab yours and give it a kiss. But he paused when he saw how red and sore they looked

“What happened to your hands pretty girl?” He stroked over each one with his thumb

“Well, when she told me what she did to you… I may have… punched her?”

“Y/N. Why would you put yourself in danger like that? It’s not worth you getting hurt over”

“But it was worth it for me! What I did to her was nothing compared to what she put you through. She deserves more than just a few punches” you pouted as you looked at your interlocked hands “Are you upset with me?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your cute antics. Everything that you did made him fall even harder

“Of course not pretty girl. I can never be mad at you. I just don’t want you getting hurt because of me. I care about you so much. You have no idea how much I think about you all of the time. Being away from you was absolute torture”

His heart was pounding in his chest as you looked him directly in the eyes. He brought his hand towards your chin to bring you forward and after what felt like forever, he pulled you in for a long awaited kiss. You could practically hear the fireworks going off around you as you both moved your lips perfectly against each other. It was so sweet and perfect for your first kiss and you didn’t want it to stop. Unfortunately, you started to lose your breath so you pulled away to get some air. He whined at the loss of your lips and quickly chased after them, making you giggle. You let him litter small pecks on your swollen lips with a wide smile

“Sunghoon! I can’t breathe” you giggled

“Sunghoon?!? What happened to Hoonhoon?” He pouted and looked at you with his best puppy eyes “It was so cute! And you never call me by a cute nickname. Everyone but me has one. Call me Hoonhoon from now on ok?”

“Ok ok Hoonhoon I promise”

You two carried on cuddling and kissing on his lap till he reluctantly pulled away

“I had a perfect plan to take you somewhere cute before saying this, but I can’t hold it anymore. Y/Nie, I like you so much and I honestly don’t know how to cope without you. You are the most perfect, beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes upon and I was such a fool to treat you the way I did in the past. I admit I was a complete asshole to everyone but once I met you, I just knew I had to make you mine no matter what. You bring so much joy into my life and I want to experience this forever. You don’t have to say anything now pretty, but will you be my girlfriend?”

You looked at him in shock as he confessed. Your chest was swelling with joy from his words and you felt the overwhelming feeling to just cry. However Sunghoon took this the wrong way and immediately panicked

“I’m sorry Y/Nie I didn’t mean to make you cry again! Just forget what I said ok y-”

His words were cut off by you smashing your lips onto his

“Hoonhoon of course I’ll be your girlfriend silly. You were just so cute that I couldn’t handle it. You don’t have to take me somewhere cute because this was perfect. Being here with you is all I want”

It was like he was the Cheshire cat the way he smiled so wide. Finally! You were his! And he was never going to let you go

“You don’t know how much this means to me Y/Nie! Thank you for giving me a chance, I’m never let anything hurt you ok baby?

You nodded but he quickly picked up the redness of your cheeks so he instantly teased you for it

“Oh does my pretty girl like being called baby? Oh my baby is so cute I just want to kiss you”

“Hoonhoon! Stop teasing me it’s not funny!”

“But it is baby! Don’t worry I’ll make it up to you” he cooed at you and pressed a massive kiss to your burning cheeks

“Ok well first, you can make it up to me by getting something to eat. The boys have been telling me that you’re refusing to eat”

He looked at you sheepishly and nuzzled his face into your neck and agreed to get some food

The boys cheered as they saw the two of you emerge from Sunghoon’s room, holding hands. You’d expect this kind of reaction when they won their rugby match but to them, this was better

You all celebrated by going for a nice bbq where you had to fight the boys over who would pay for the meal. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend was quick to hold you back as you reach your card out. They weren’t going to let you pay so they agreed to split it between the 7 of them

At that moment, you realised that this was what true happiness felt like. Surrounded by the people you cared about the most. Looking at your precious boyfriend, you interlocked your hands and gave him a small peck which caught him off guard. He tried to keep his composure though so he returned a kiss which resulted in the boys teasing the two of you. You all laughed as you hid in Sunghoon’s shoulder from embarrassment, but you wouldn’t have it any other way

Sunghoon made it a goal to be the best boyfriend ever and he was doing a good job at proving it. He constantly spoilt you, despite you saying that he didn’t need to. You were always the first thing he thought about in any situation. Did you need a lift? Were you hungry? Should he buy you that plushie you briefly looked at the other day?

Either way, he was perfect. You planned to have date nights every week but it turned to it being almost everyday, not like either of you were complaining. And they would always end in you two kissing and cuddling till you fell asleep.

It was safe to say that your life was perfect

Oh you wanted to know what happened to F/N? Well obviously she wasn’t going to get away with that shit she pulled. Heeseung may have told her that all she had to do was confess everything to you and Sunghoon, but he wasn’t going to leave her unpunished. She messed with his loved ones and she was going to suffer

Whilst you and Sunghoon had your talk, Heeseung left the house briefly to go to the police station where he told them everything they needed to know, alongside Sunghoon’s test results.

A few days later, she was arrested and she never returned to classes

Safe to say, there was nothing for you, Sunghoon and your friends to worry about any more

Author’s note: Ah it’s finally out! Thank you so much for supporting this series and I hope you’re happy with it! 🩵

Ik this may seem quite rushed but I feel that with these situations, there shouldn’t be the need to drag out the horrible situations 🤍 I will be happy to take requests for small drabbles based on this series so feel free to send them to my inbox 🥰

Taglist: @nikikids @vampenha @yjwluver @mrchweeee @satan-223 @dancinginthemoonliqht @yxhdhhdhdhd

[beneathcandycoatedclouds]

Ok hear me out I've been thinking so much about Astarion for obvious reasons but also about consent and how important that is to him as a character

I was talking to my husband about how I love him because he always waits for you to ask for things before doing them (feeding, relationship stuff, etc.) And even tho all the characters do that it feels extra special with him given his trauma and being a vampire, which usually means you hunt people for sport and are not asking permission, and my husband was like "yeah except for the first time"

And here's the thing about that - Astarion is a rogue. A real sneaky boy. Mechanically has sneak attack. His bite bonus action has a 100% chance of hitting. You shouldn't wake up until he has latched on to you already. Which leads me to believe... That he meant to wake you up that first time. He meant to wake you up so that there would be a chance to reveal his nature and to ask if he can have some blood so he doesn't fuckin' die. But given that the dude isn't used to trust or vulnerability and revealing that he is a vampire is already a MASSIVE show of that, he needed to find a way to make it seem like he wasn't asking permission. In a weird way, he wanted to ask for consent without being fully vulnerable. And to me this was the first display, way early on, that he was just waiting for someone to trust him and trust in his abilities to make the right choice. He knows what that choice is he just needs people to trust him to make it (which is also another de-LICIOUS theme with all the other companions as well and the overarching theme of overcoming the darkness within us as a whole).

And on top of all this he later reveals that he has never tasted blood from someone before!!! Only animals!!! Like even when he had to do terrible things for Cazador or was out searching the streets for victims he never caved once! He was living off of the putrid rats Cazador gave him and denied his hunger when out in public because it was important to him that he didn't hurt people when he didn't absolutely have to from evil papa C!

And like yeah. Sometimes he wants murder and chaos and children to die in act I. But also hear me out - one of the things so many approval guides messes up in explaining what he approves of is "is this person typically classified as a monster? Are you killing them without looking for an explanation or giving them another chance, even if they might not deserve it?" And usually it's things like sparing the act I hag or other "monsters". That's why he is so blatantly racist to the Gur - and please don't misunderstand I think it's rough to hear that part - but looking at it from his perspective as well, Gur monster hunters kill "monsters" without a second thought. If Astarion was alone they would have just murdered him without thinking or realizing that he wasn't everything they thought he was or knowing he had never tasted human blood.

Now we are far away from the original post idea from consent but this all leads to the final point of like. People characterizing him as chaotic evil and just how much the alignment system really can do people dirty. Like no! It can all be traced back to a deep good desire of wanting to give people another chance and giving people an opportunity to make their own choices and be better! He has no idea but that desire is there! Basically it's like the option you can say to Minsc - there's good and bad in everyone it's just what people want to listen to

[tojikai]

Do you think Gojo and Rie relationship would have lasted long? To clarify before Gojo met y/n.

Like if they gotten together during high school years would they still be together?

Or they met years later like in the current timeline but Gojo and y/n never got together in first. So no cheating with anyone. He and Rie just got together but would the relationship work?

Me personally no. Because I think they have we romanticises each other too much and have so many what if that if they did date each other. The fantasy version that they have each other would clash with real version of themselves.

Rie regrets not giving Gojo a chance because she thought he couldn’t commit in a relationship. Only to find out years later he can commit but he alright in a relationship with someone else.

Gojo is sad that Rie did gave him a chance and never really did get over her. Because who throw away a 5 year relationship just to be a high school crush and can’t help wonder if she was the one that got away. But the moment she showed interest in you years later you don’t hesitate to end things with your current girlfriend.

Also what does Rie feel about y/n? Like everything happens in the story. The cheating, didn’t clear up the misunderstanding with gojo between her and y/n at shoko party and humiliating her, telling y/n in the hospital in a serious condition that gojo cheated on her with her. Comfort confront him and accusing y/n of baby trapped him which y/n mom saw and accusing Gojo is still cheating on y/n with Rie and again doesn’t clear up the misunderstanding instead saying nothing in hopes that y/n would give up gojo for good so that her and Gojo can be together but instead it too much for y/n and cause y/n to be rush in the hospital. Y/n suffer a miscarriage and can’t trust Gojo and doesn’t want to be in a relationship with him again so leave the country. Gojo lose y/n and their baby and want nothing to do with Rie. Rie is fired at her job, lose her friends and has a ruined reputation.

Does she hate y/n? Does she blame her or Gojo for this mess? Does she think she is the victim of the situation and she did nothing wrong? Or does she realise how serious her actions were and regret them and the entire situation in general?

to me, gojorie before yn, hmm maybe a couple of years. if they gave each other a chance. tho it would've been a bit rocky, but they could've made it work bc they're really into each other. it's not impossible for them to have a future.

rie's genuinely curious abt yn. bc she's satoru's first serious rs. she felt bad for what they did but she wanted happiness and w satoru dropping his rs, she liked to think that maybe it's just fate doing it's wonders. (but it didn't last long.) and she's also a bit jealous of yn bc of how much satoru cares for her and the lengths he'd go through for her. she was really frustrated w her, to the point where she tried to find reasons to blame yn for what happened to them bc she really thought her and satoru would be together fr that time. she hated that satoru loves yn more than he will ever love her. she's also frustrated w herself bc she allowed herself to be in a situation like that. she regrets that it has to reach that point but she still pities herself bc she thinks she was robbed of what's rightfully hers which led her to do the bad things she's done.

[darlink-xoxo]

part two for this please? where they see each other's playlists and get jealous bc they think it's for other people 😭❤️

OUR FAVORITE SONG PT. 2!·˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ♡

in which, a simple request for the aux cord leads to some unexpected jealousy

and maybe a long awaited (sloppy) confession too..

GIF isnt mine

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oh my

forgive me if i didn't do the request right 😓

i haven't done this before (pt 1 is right here)

Warnings: Fluff, Aged up!Enough to have a drivers license, Tiny Misunderstanding, Kinda a rushed ending, Possible ooc bakugou, Light Swearing, Puppy love 🫶.. and spelling mistakes

❥ · ﾟ₊ in you're opinion, you'd say you had good music taste. a little bit of everything, not really sticking to one genre. but you've been on a kick recently, it's been difficult to listen to your songs if they weren't on a certain playlist. yeah, that's right, it slightly bothered you to listen to any song outside of your 'thinking about him <3' playlist. why? you had absolutely zero clue.

maybe it's because you've listened to that playlist on repeat for so long, that it's just abnormal at this point to listen to anything else..

yeah.. maybe that's it. but it isn't your fault. ever since that staredown with bakugou, he was probably the only reoccurring thought in your mind, one which you happily welcomed. not without the secondhand embarrassment of course. i mean, it was probably pretty awkward for him to catch you staring at him in silence.. luckily he never brought it up, after all, how were you going to explain how giddy you were feeling to someone who was probably hearing crickets??

well anyways, for some god forsaken reason, you and the bakusquad had planned an outing earlier today after school. bakugou demanded that he'd be the one to drive, declaring that he'd rather have his vocal cords ripped out than let any of you guys drive. which was reasonable enough.

that just doesn't explain how he managed to pick you up first, didn't you live the farthest away from him??

"will you get in the car already? i'll leave your ass behind if you're still there in the next five fucking seconds."

you knew he wasn't joking about leaving you behind, and you didn't feel like driving yourself. hopping into the passenger seat, you slipped on your seatbelt and shifted to get comfortable. you heard him grunt a small 'finally' before revving up his engine and speeding off to the next house.

once everyone was picked up, the six of you were headed to the arcade. the car was filled with endless chatter from ashido and kaminari, with kirishima joining in and sero simply listening to the conversation. somehow the topic had switched to who's playlist should be played as background noise.

"i'm telling you guys, i should have the aux cord. i've got the best taste here!" kaminari held up his phone, the screen showing off one of his multiple playlists.

sero peeked at the phone screen before snorting and settling back in his chair, "kaminari, just because your songs are all famous tiktok audios, that doesn't make them good."

"thank you sero, clearly we should play my songs. mine aren't limited to tiktok!" ashido childishly stuck her tongue out at a pouting kaminari.

kirishima gave a once over at mina's phone screen, before deadpanning, "y'know ashido, you literally only have like, four main artists on there. i dont think any of us wanna listen to the same songs on repeat"

gasping in a mock offense, she retorted, "maybe you don't, but i'll listen to rihanna and twice till the day i die!"

already crossing out sero, who didn't have many song options, and kirishima, who pretty much only had songs for a workout, ashido whined in frustration. she turned to you and practically demanded your phone. you barely had the chance to unlock it before she grabbed it from you.

ashido immediately dived into your lists of songs, "okay, okay, taste.." she muttered with a satisfied nod before she came to an abrupt pause. you saw her eyes zoom in on something in particular, and a devilish grin appearing on her face.

"hehe, y/n? babe? bestie? what is this playlist?"

"what playlist?"

she shoved your phone in your face, "this one!! what is this 'thinking about him' playlist?!? WITH A HEART TOO AWWWW" your eyes widened as you instantly tried to take your phone back, "ashido give it back!!" you narrowly skimmed the device when she scooted farther away from you.

the coral colored female giggled loudly as she scrolled through the playlist, squealing like a middle schooler with a crush when she saw all the love songs. you could only groan and slump into your seat, hoping the cushion could swallow you whole.

while sero and kirishima were cackling loudly at your demise, kaminari was actually making an attempt to help get back your phone, "ashido, it isn't nice to gatekeep someone else's phone- WAIT IS THAT 'DARARI'?!? DUDE, YOU'RE WHIPPED!!"

now both ashido and kaminari were hogging your phone. you couldn't bring yourself to glance at the spiky haired blonde to your side, the sheer humiliation would be too much..

he was quiet. unusual drop dead silence came from the driver's seat. 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰..? 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 '𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮'.. 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 '𝘩𝘪𝘮'??!

you had 'something about you' by eyedress, 'cloud 9' by beach bunny, 'darari' by treasure, and even 'i'm yours' by isabel larosa.. you definitely liked this guy.. tch..

"turn that shit off, you all have shit taste," he lowly demanded with a slight growl to his tone.

without much care, he tossed his own phone behind him towards the pink haired female. his eyes focused on the road, yet his thoughts kept him occupied. his own mind racing at who this guy you thought about was, did you like someone else..? was it really only him who felt sparks during your staredown a while back? did you feel nothing at all?

his grip on the steering wheel tightened as his thoughts got the best of him, he barely registered the annoyingly loud gasp ashido let out.

"oh. my. GOSH AAAAAA!!! BAKU HAS A LOVE PLAYLIST TOO OHMYGOODNESS!!!!"

.

..

𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠..

"NO WAYYYYYY!! he has 'juliet' by cavetown, HE HAS 'JULIET' BY CAVETOWN GUYS!!!" kaminari practically fought ashido for the phone, eagerly scrolling through the songs in the playlist.

kirishima was able to get a peek at the playlist when kaminari tried holding the phone out of ashido's reach, "you named it 'only them' bro? i gotta say, that's pretty manly. you too y/n!"

sero sat frozen in his seat, eyes blown wide with a hand covering his mouth. he had just connected the dots, and didn't wanna say anything in case it made you two uncomfortable. but lord was he trying not to.

ashido managed to yank back bakugou's phone from kaminari, her eyes scanning each and every song, "'babooshka' by kate bush is a little unexpected, 'despair' by leo is a great choice... still in denial i see, any song by chase atlantic was obvious.." she let out a huge dramatic gasp, to the point she started coughing.

kaminari gently rubbed her back and kirishima handed her water. sero subtly backed away, as to not get infected, quietly asking if she swallowed a bug.

after what like, three minutes? ashido muttered a small 'excuse me' before shoving bakugou's phone in an oddly silent y/n's face, "look y/n! this guy has 'overdose' by natori!! HOW ADORABLE IS THAT?!?!"

he side eyed the interaction, eyes slightly narrowing when y/n only gave it a once over before turning away, choosing to let out a short hum of affirmation.

no matter how hard he tried to focus on the road, his eyes kept drifting towards you. you seemed strangely downcast. were you alright? he couldn't bring himself to ask, he didn't trust his voice to be quiet enough to speak softly with you. not when his anger was spiking up because of a certain raccoon eyes and dunce face.

"CAN YOU JUST PICK A FUCKING SONG AND PLAY IT ALREADY??!" he shouted at the two, as a playlist still hasn't been chosen.

ashido giggled, staring at the rearview mirror with a smug grin, pressing play on his love playlist. bakugou could only grunt with a deepened scowl, choosing to be silent so he could engage himself in steering. he didn't feel like getting his ear talked off by the old hag if he were to get a speeding ticket.

sero felt sweat drip down his forehead as 'moment' by vierre cloud flowed loud and clear through his ears. sure it was meant to be background noise, but with the connection already assembled in his mind, his hearing seemed to focus on the radio. he cleared his throat and faced kirishima, no longer wanting to be the only one who knew, and as kirishima wasn't occupied by a phone that wasn't his, he was the best choice.

kirishima looked over when he noticed sero giving him a wide eyed stare, subtly asking if he was alright. the red head could only blink in confusion as sero pointed at bakugou, then y/n, then at bakugou's phone in ashido's hand. he grinned sheepishly when sero stared at him with a 'how tf do you not get it?!?' sorta glare.

sighing and slumping in his seat, sero pulled out his phone and instead texted his thoughts to kirishima instead. making sure to give a pointed look when the red head rushed to check his message. sero watched the shark toothed male's expressions contort from confusion to interest and finally to an 'OH MY GOSH YOU ARE SO RIGHT' kinda look.

sero skimmed his phone when he saw kirishima furiously typing away. sero uread the text that went, 'how did they not figure it out yet??' sero gave kirishima a sharp look. the simple message of 'says the one who needed a dang message to figure it out,' had the red head putting his phone down and instead choosing to take a nap.

when the six of you finally managed to get to the arcade in one piece, you all agreed to go on your own for about an hour before meeting back up to play games that needed more than one person.

you wandered around aimlessly, everything seemed to have a line and you were also deliberately avoiding a certain someone. you settled down at a simple claw machine, just as you thought you were in the clear, a voice rang from behind you.

"oi, if you're just gonna stare at the prizes ya mind moving? i wanna see how many i can win." a sharp demand came from behind, leading you to turn around as you got out of the way.

low and behold, it was the damn person you were trying to avoid..

he stepped forward, slipping two tokens into the slot before beginning to play. silence was all that came out of you two. and it was hella awkward. more awkward than being left alone in an elevator with a stranger.

you were about to speak out, when bakugou's boastful voice cut you off, "HA! think that bastard of yours can do better?" he turned to you with a smug grin, it almost made your heart beat if it weren't for the six prizes he managed to get in the five minutes he'd been playing laid out behind him.

how the hell did he get those prizes so fast?? in a claw machine no less??? and wait, did he say bastard? whomst tf-

"what bastard are you talking about?" you squinted at him with utter shock in your eyes.

"that guy you think of? think he can do any better than this?" he just won two more prizes..

this the guy you had a crush on, did you have a thing for jealous and oblivious men? did he just gloss over the probability that this 'guy you think of' was him in the first place??

"what does it matter? don't you have your own person you think of?" yeah you haven't forgotten, i mean he had 'sofia' by clairo on his playlist. this guy for sure was serious about his feelings. and it stung, already having repeated it to yourself about a thousand times.

the male before you kept silent, seemingly thinking before he abruptly stood up, thrusting the prizes he won into your hands, "they aren't just someone i think about," he glared at the floor beside you with his voice suddenly going quiet, "they're someone i'd do anything for, even if it means winning every damn game in this fucking arcade to prove it." he fiercely stared into your eyes as if he just made some sort of declaration to you.

it took you a second to process what he said, and when you finally got it he was already trudging away. speeding after him, you grabbed him by his arm, "what if, what if you never had competition to begin with..?" goodness your brain was for sure fried..

he scowled at you, "dont even dare think about fucking lying to me just because i told you the truth," gosh you hated and loved his stubbornness.

"dont you get it bakugou? you're the one i made the playlist for, did arctic monkeys not give you any clues??"

bakugou tensed, yet he didn't seem to look at you, opting to look down instead, "you dropped them," his quiet doting tone made you squint in confusion, he better not be ignoring your confession.. deciding to listen, you glanced underneath you, true to his word, they all lay fallen on the floor. you let out a silent sigh as you knelt down to pick up all the stuff he won. the least he could say was a 'no', now he got you doing labor.

just as you were about to get up and kinda run away and maybe bury yourself in the nearest hole, he knelt beside you, and kissed you. although more of a peck, he made sure it was clear how he felt about you. it was soft and gentle, it caught you off guard. you stared at him with wide eyes, and he stared back. suddenly remembering the staredown you both had, yet this was different. first of all, he was up in front of you, right next to your face, and HE HAD JUST KISSED YOU??!?

making sure not to overstep any of your possible boundaries, he lightly traced his fingertips up your arm to get your focus back on him. with his other hand, he cupped your cheek, softly chuckling when he felt your face heat up over his palm. then, he leaned in once more,

"you give shitty clues"

[senjuushi]

Event Translation — Brand New Journey ~Italy Expedition Volume~

Episode 4:  Safehouse

*scene starts in the mafia office*

While the two of them were showering in their respective rooms, Marks suddenly burst into (Player Name)’s private room.

Marks: Master! 

Marks: Master, there’s trouble!

Master: 

Marks!?

I’m still in the shower!

Marks: We need to get out of here! This place is dangerous! It smells like blood... and those two are... Musketeers...!

Master: 

Musketeers!?

The mafia has summoned guns too...!?

Marks: I didn’t realize it at first because my nose still hurt from the seawater... I made a mistake! Come on, Master! We’re getting out of here!

Master: 

W-Wait, hold on a second! 

We can’t escape without clothes! 

Marks: It’s fine! See, you can use this towel like...!

Carcanore: Hey, it’s awfully loud in there— everything okay? Is there some kinda trouble? 

Marks: N-Nothing at all! 

Carcanore: Huh? Weren’t you in the shower room over there? I thought...

Carcanore: Taking a shower together... ah, you have that kind of relationship? Sorry, I’ll see myself out.

Master: 

That’s not it! 

You’re misunderstanding!

Carcanore: Is that so? Well, I’ll leave your change of clothes here, anyway.

Marks: ...Master, what do we do...?

Master: 

...let’s just keep passing time as tourists. 

...let’s be careful not to reveal who we are. 

Marks: Got it... We look for an opening to get away from them. Be careful until then, Master, and stay within my reach whenever possible. 

*scene changes to the CG of Marks’s card*

When (Player Name) was finished with their shower, what looked like a luxury-brand suit had been prepared for them. 

Marks: Master! These clothes are stylish, but still easy to move around in. 

Carcanore: You two look great! The outfits really suit you! 

Benetta: Bella Figura.* That’s one of Milan’s parlors for you. The tailoring is excellent. 

Carcanore: Hmm, which tie would be best? Benetta, what do you think?

Benetta: The red one, of course.

Carcanore: But of course~ I knew that without having to ask.☆

Marks: (Why did you ask, then...)

*scene changes back to the mafia office*

Master: 

You changed clothes too, Cutlery. 

Cutlery: ...yeah. Y’know, since they went to the trouble of preparing these, I was just going with the flow... 

Cutlery: D-Do you have some kinda complaint about it?

Master: 

They suit you well. 

It’s nice to change up your look, huh?

Cutlery: R-Really...?

Carcanore: Alright, first, let’s get you something warm to drink. Then, we’ll go for some food. C’mon, get moving. 

Marks: (There’s no chance to escape...)

Carcanore: Ah, by the way, I haven’t caught your names yet.

Cutlery: Umm... I’m Cathan*! 

Marks: I’m... Max. 

The three used fake names that had been decided in advance. 

Carcanore: You all said you were here for sightseeing, right? What places were you thinking? Do you have a map?

Bonito: ......!

Cutlery: I have this tourist guide... and the map that Mr. Bonito gave us earlier.

Benetta: Oh, this map already has a place marked on it. 

Master: 

Is it a place you’d recommend?

Thank you for your consideration. 

Bonito: O-Oh, that. This city is so beautiful, no matter where you look, it’s impossible to pick just one place! 

Carcanore: Then, shall we take a tour together? I’ll show you around. 

Marks: N-No, we’ll be alright! That would be out of your way, wouldn’t it?

Benetta: Well, we do have to repay you for saving Bonito. And if you’re with someone who knows the area, you’ll be able to enjoy many lesser-known venues. 

Carcanore: Then it’s decided! We’ll go sightseeing in Naples today! First of all, we’ll get some food in us for energy! 

Carcanore: You’ll drive, won’t you, Bonito? We’ll go to the usual pizzeria and catch up. 

Bonito: Yes! 

Cutlery: (A local pizzeria... sounds great! But still...!)

Notes:

*An Italian concept that roughly means "to make a good impression". It's a practice of presenting a proper and pleasing appearance to the world.

*Cutlery actually gives the name “Catherine” here, which is pronounced more or less like his actual name in Japanese. I changed it to “Cathan” because a feminine name seemed out of place.

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Hello Tumblr (?)

I guess I always join everything late because the most blogs I ever heard of were livejournal, problogger and wordpress.. well on top of having a hipster mindset to avoid anything "too mainstream" or "too popular".

I have to admit that I do like Tumblr's interface and easy-to-find + easy-to-post functions. Maybe I can use this as a sort of blog diary since I started my writing journey AND traveling (only when the funds allow!).

I just started writing recently, I've been trying to take action and build a routine at what my therapists (and EEG technicians) have taught me, not just to necessarily "express" but in their words: "To know myself better".

Again, hipster mindset: I try not to label myself.. wait maybe that's NOT a hipster mindset.. but that doesn't necessarily negate or change my initial thoughts of not letting labels 'define' me because truth be told, I'm like Terry from Brooklyn 99, "Terry likes being liked!"

Although I don't let labels define me, I have been quite open .. or maybe TOO open of what I do have because when you're a woman or AFAB on the spectrum, I can count the amount of times I missed certain opportunities to befriend others due to misunderstandings, or rather distancing myself out of hurt from my past (like abuse, bullying, and more others can think of since I don't feel alone in these kinds of experiences). Partly, I wanted to understand and be understood back when it came to communication. The other part, well.. to be frank, having to explain myself.

In a way, I felt driven from my past to explain myself just existing and as I got older, I didn't feel this way anymore than I used to because in a way, I embraced being misanthrophic and "antisocial".

No, I was never "antisocial" because I was a 'people pleaser'. Too many dumbasses just don't know exactly what "antisocial" truly meant, ESPECIALLY MY FAMILY (since they were the primary instigators). They just labeled me "antisocial" any chance I didn't want to be a nanny/caretaker to my sister when we're outside (we had a decade age gap) or when I didn't want to hangout with my parents and THEIR friends (like seriously, what can even teenage me relate to a bunch of late 30s - 50s adults? At best they treated me like an emotional punching bag in gatherings, nitpicking at well.. *points all over me* EVERYTHING! From just quietly playing on my 3DS to taking prescription pills to my appearances like my parents).

Being in a social gathering is EXHAUSTIVE, especially when its at your own expense. Am I an introvert? Yes, but so are at least half of the world's population, if we weren't so tied to the norms and expectations, both culturally and socially since they're practically tied together; the world could be a better place if we can all respect each others' boundaries or even if MORE people are taught about boundaries.

Do I have friends? They just came and went for me since I was a child, we moved, not often per say but farther while staying in the same shitty, catholic private school before moving to America before entering high school. I've had a shitty relationship with my parents that I gave up on the idea of friends when I did enter high school since I was already counting down on the days they will kick me out. If the cops hadn't gotten involved in my Junior Year, they would've kicked me out before graduation. SO! After HS Graduation, I moved on the other side of the country to try to get as far away since I took the one school that didn't require any SATs/ACTs (I never took the ACTs since my parents didn't want to) AND they pushed me to it because every school that accepted me in the same state as them was an "excuse" to them for me to stay for my long-distance ex (not really, just wanted it to be affordable with community college which they thought was for "stupid people", in their own words but I'm used to them calling me stupid over a B+ average among many things).

Funny enough, they were the first to disown me (multiple times) for a variety of reasons but the last one was because I got taken advantaged of, so their genius idea was to financially cut me off as well while hiding it from my adoptive grandparents since the grandparents set me up a trust fund so that my parents can claim it when I'm able to 'touch it'. I lived off the streets for a year, bouncing couches and shelters while struggling to get hired back then since I had no skills on paper (they never allowed me to get a part time since they wanted me to focus on studying while refusing to acknowledge my adhd).

Thankfully, I'm no contact with them now. They can have my trust fund for all I care since I still write cards to my adoptive grandparents. I've been writing to them since I've been out of my parents' house to make up for the time and gifts (all of them are at my parents' place "hidden safely" with my parents' belongings, never got the chance to wear/use them). I made a promise to myself to focus what little energy I have throughout the day to people that mattered to me.

I don't know what I truly want in my life other than having a family to take care of me for once, and I finally got that that albeit its "unconventional" but having to take care of grown men is like no different from taking care of kids too; I still don't think I want to have kids out of fear of becoming like my parents so I want to enjoy what I can get out of life since I can't predict where and what will happen BUT from all the past I endured, I mostly feel prepared, it has reduced my fear but I can't say the same for my anxiety. I'm already accounted as a disabled person but again, I don't wear labels. I'm good at masking and I keep a social 'script' in my head as I learn more social skills as I go because the one thing my parents did right was "to not make excuses and just DO it.", and yea they were kind of like Shia LeBouf mad every time they said it.

The one thing they can't teach most folks is how having a disability makes you invincible to most. Most people won't even look at my uncle and hardly anybody ever makes an effort to let me talk YET they have the audacity to call me as "the quiet one/girl". I'm always listening but only my partner and BF were the first to hear me out and.. listen, only for me to go mute when commorbidities get overwhelming from overstimuli.

My user @ on wattpad when I started to 'test' my writing is GrrlOnTheSpectrum. It was tongue and cheek with my emotions since I'm always mad! Well not really, I thought it would be funny to make fun of myself getting mad while I write smut. HANGRY is no fun though.

TLDR: I suck at routines and I embraced being asocial. In the end, everyone has their own flaws.

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 14

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 2314

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"Here's your hazelnut latte," Taehyung said with a smile, setting the customer's drink on the counter. Instead of taking it, the guy hovered awkwardly in place. "Anything else I can get you?"

"How about your number?" He asked with what was probably supposed to be a smooth grin. It wasn't. Tae internally sighed before pasting his customer-service smile on and producing the answer he had been giving since his first month at the cafe.

"Oh wow, that's really flattering! Thanks, you're really cute, but unfortunately my heart already belongs to someone."

It was a simple response, but one he had perfected to achieve maximum results. Compliment them and tell them they're attractive so as not to bruise any fragile egos. Give a reason for rejection that implies they would have had a chance otherwise. Girls and guys alike swooned at his loyalty to the supposed owner of his heart. It was the perfect defense. And if they reacted poorly, well, it wasn't like that type of person was a real loss as a customer.

However, lately the statement was starting to feel less and less like a lie. Involuntarily, his gaze trailed to the corner of the cafe. You were sitting there with an empty, long-since forgotten coffee mug, scribbling into a notebook. You looked up as if sensing his attention, and when your eyes met his heart gave a happy little stutter at your smile.

"Oh, her."

The customer had followed his line of sight, and Taehyung was glad that his skin was tanned enough to hide his blush. Lately, he had found his gaze landing on you more and more. Something about the guy's tone bothered him, but he was saved the effort of asking what he meant by the boy himself.

"I don't want to be the one to tell you this, but you know she's messing around behind your back, right?"

Taehyung felt his hackles rise at the derisive tone in the customer's voice, though a small, baby monster in his heart demanded to know who and how. It had first awoken that Festa weekend, at your unfortunate (in many ways) admission during Never Have I Ever. Combined with the prior knowledge of your most recent relationship, he had wondered if anyone had ever really treasured you the way he did.

I could do it, the creature had whispered insidiously. I could make her feel special.

The next day, the baby monster had grown, fed by the idea that you and Hobi had fallen into bed together. He didn't know why the thought bothered him so much. He loved the both of you, and his older brother would definitely treat you the way you deserved. But he couldn't deny the relief he had felt when discovering it was a misunderstanding. You had made it clear that first night that you weren't interested in anything other than friendship with any of them. That had been fine - smart, even. But the thought that you had rescinded that initial declaration for Hobi and Hobi alone had made him feel… jealous? Left out? Neglected?

Stop being an idiot, Taehyung scolded himself. Love isn't a finite resource. Her caring about someone else doesn't make your bond any weaker.

The customer apparently took his silence as an invitation to continue.

"I get it, she's really cute, but it's not worth it. She's constantly around other guys, like that Jimin dude. I think she's playing both of you."

The critter relaxed and went back to sleep. So this guy just saw you with other people - likely his roommates - and assumed you were messing around with all of them? He supposed they were all pretty affectionate with you, especially the younger half, but he did not appreciate the disdain in his gaze.

"Oh, I think you have the wrong idea," Taehyung said with a tight smile. "It's not like that. She's actually just one of our good friends. We all live together, you've probably been seeing her with our roommates."

The customer's eyebrows shot up.

"She lives with that many guys? Damn, so she just fucks around with all of you?"

He was starting to get irritated at this guy's judgemental tone. Actually he was far past irritated at this point. You weren't the type of person to toy with others' emotions like that. And even if you were fucking a hundred people, this idiot had no right to talk about you like this.

"It's not really any of your business either way, is it?" Taehyung finally countered, smile completely gone. Fuck getting a tip, he just wanted this guy to leave.

"Geez, I was just trying to help. Well, let me know if you ever come to your senses."

The customer left, and he sagged in relief, though annoyance still simmered in his veins. It was kind of ridiculous how quickly he had gone from feeling jealous about Hobi to feeling righteous indignation at the thought that you shouldn't be allowed to hook up with whoever you wanted. Then again, he was realizing that he had a hard time regulating his emotions in general when it came to you.

"You okay?"

Speak of the devil. You had left your table to check on him, clearly concerned by his interaction with judgey-mcjudgeface. Your presence eased some of the tension in his chest, and he felt flutters replace the irritated bubbles. He tried to summon the smile back onto his face, but you could evidently tell it was forced, because you reached across the counter to rub his head. Taehyung wanted nothing more than to bury himself in your arms, but he contented himself with lacing his fingers in your free hand.

"Tae? What's wrong?" Your eyes were warm, and the clear affection in them drew purrs from his heart-creature.

"Will you stay until I close?" He asked instead of answering. "I want to go home together."

Your laugh was music to his ears, and the monster in his chest grew ever larger as it eagerly devoured the sunlight in your smile.

"Of course, anything for you."

He was a total goner.

~~~~~

You smiled fondly as you watched Taehyung sweep the floors. He had expressly refused to let you help, so you were pretending to work on proofs while watching him out of the corner of your eye.

Just what had that customer said to him earlier? You had seen happy Taehyung, petulant Taehyung, and grumpy Taehyung, amongst many others, but that hard look on his face was completely new. What exactly had the guy said to make your friend look so uncharacteristically pissed?

You hadn't pressed when he deflected, and the way he had relaxed at your touch made your insides melt. When he so sweetly asked you to stay, you had been powerless to resist. How dare he have the audacity to be that adorable?

Finally, he was done with cleanup. By the time he locked the door behind the two of you the sky was a dusky purple. You closed your eyes and inhaled the fresh air, feeling energized by the beautiful evening. When you opened them again, Taehyung was gazing at you with an unfamiliar glimmer in his eyes.

For a moment it was all you could do to stare back, mesmerized by the way the dying sunlight managed to illuminate galaxies in those dark, hypnotic eyes. Then you came to your senses and looked away, hoping it was too dim for him to notice the blush creeping up your face.

Get a hold of yourself, you thought sternly. You've got it bad enough without adding another one to your thirst list.

It was Mina's fault for giving form to the vague affection that had begun swirling in your chest. That had to be the reason you were imagining the specific twinkle in his eyes that only seemed to appear when he looked at you.

When you managed to meet his gaze again, the strange look was gone and he was wearing that warm, familiar smile. Which was just as dangerous in its own way, but it was at least an expression your heart had already developed calluses against.

Taehyung was quiet for the first couple minutes of the walk home. When he finally spoke up, his question surprised you. And made your stupid overactive imagination go into overdrive.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

It took you a moment to register the question, and you paused to formulate your answer.

"Not right now," you finally admitted. "Between you guys, Mina, and schoolwork I'm pretty happy with life right now."

You had another, unmentioned reason for why you currently had zero interest in relationships. Growing feelings aside, you were pretty sure that any prospective suitor would be less than thrilled with the amount of physical affection you displayed with all of the housemates, and you were definitely not ready to give that up. The level of skinship, whether between the boys, or the boys and you, was something you hadn't experienced before and you loved every moment of it.

Well, there was also the fact that it was unlikely anyone you met in the near future would even measure up to them. But hopefully that wouldn't be the case. Oh god, were you going to grow old a lonely spinster just because you couldn't get your head out of your ass?

"Awww [y/n], you're the best," said Taehyung happily, tackling you in a hug and rubbing his nose into the top of your head.

"Ugh don't do that, I didn't wash my hair today," you complained, embarrassed but secretly pleased when he completely ignored you.

Idly you wondered if any of the guys was seeing or interested in anyone, before forcibly stopping your line of thought. It seemed unlikely - they rarely brought anyone over, and with the amount of time they all spent together wasn't conducive to a healthy relationship with anyone else.

Either way, it was none of your business. In a way you'd rather not know - any definitive confirmation that they were single would only give you false hope and serve to make your growing affections more dangerous.

The walk home was pleasant, if quiet. The weather was perfect, and the warm breeze told you summer would be here soon. With finals screaming towards you with the intensity of a thousand of the boys' scariest fangirls, you hadn't taken the time to stop and enjoy the scenery. So when you spied a bench on the way, you slowed and tugged Taehyung's arm, wanting to enjoy this rare moment of peace.

Being the big, clingy baby he was, you fully expected him to snuggle against you. What you didn't expect was for him to throw his arms around you and bury his face into your neck.

"Aw Tae," you cooed, stroking his hair. He looked up at you and you froze, drowning in the deep, dark pools of his eyes. Why was he looking at you like that, like you were his entire world? You couldn't handle this right now, not when your walls were already cracked and crumbling from the extended siege of a war the boys didn't even realize they were waging.

That realization doused you with an icy mixture of disappointment and relief. Taehyung wasn't treating you in some special way - he was just being his normal, lovable self. You were the one reading into things as if you were a high schooler who believed Cosmo tips like "if he looks at you and sneezes, that's his body's involuntary way of saying he's in love."

Ugh. Maybe you couldn't stop yourself from getting too attached in a more-than-friendly way, but you weren't going to inflict them with it. They had enough to deal with without having to feel guilty about not returning feelings you weren't supposed to have in the first place. That you yourself had told them wouldn't occur.

To distract yourself, and because you weren't sure how much longer you could handle those gorgeous eyes without doing something you'd regret, you pulled away slightly and ruffled Taehyung's hair.

"Do you want to talk about that guy earlier?" You asked, and he stiffened.

"What about him?"

"It just seemed like he upset you," you said, worried by your friend's tight smile.

"He just said some things after I turned him down," he explained, smile fading into a small frown. You forced yourself not to put out a hand to smooth the small wrinkle in his brow.

"Ah, one of those," you said in understanding. Why couldn't some people just handle rejection gracefully? Poor Taehyung. "It must be hard to be so beautiful."

"You tell me."

Your mind went blank. You hadn't been expecting that. Especially not coupled with those bottomless eyes and the same undecipherable expression you had seen earlier.

"Haha, very funny Tae," you deflected uncomfortably, trying to stave off the hammering in your chest. It was unfair what just a look and a compliment was doing to you.

"It's true," he protested. He straightened, and his next few actions made your adrenaline spike so high they might as well have been in slow motion.

He cupped your cheeks in his hands.

What is he doing? What is happening?

"You're perfect, [y/n]." He leaned in, resting his forehead on yours.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

And then rubbed the tip of his nose against yours.

Is this a fucking nose kiss? Wait these are supposed to be lame why does this feel so nice?

Before you could physically react, he pulled away and stood up.

"Let's get going," he said with a soft smile, holding out his hand. Speechless and mind still reeling, you took it. God you were so whipped.

You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you didn't notice the tender glances Taehyung stole your way, or that your hand stayed in his for the remainder of the walk home.

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Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 5

Next Chapters: Part 6, Part 7

Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, & Part 4

Author's Note: Well, I finally added Kate. I don't know how most people interpret her character, so I kind of used my own take on it. I’m thinking she’s probably around 26-27 years old, while Toby is like 20-23? And Tim and Brian are somewhere in between.

I just wanted some evil women to be in this too. And idk if her “advice” makes sense to everybody, but I know a lot of people who are around Kate’s age, and most of them HATE texting. I’ve received lectures similar to what she says so many times in my life lmao.

And this chapter may feel a bit rushed but… let’s just say it’s because I’m very excited to write the plot I set up for the next one. Cross-posted on my Ao3 account.

Warnings: Swearing. Brief descriptions of self-harm (like punching walls? idk if that counts). Sexual themes towards the end. (3,086 words).

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 Toby was furious.

 His thoughts were incoherent, an angry whirlwind of emotions. Nothing went the way he’d planned.

After he left your home, he marched back to the cabin to process what had happened. Of course, that only ended with him trashing the place. He screamed at nothing, threw everything in sight, and punched holes in the walls until finally, his body gave out.

Now he sat on the floor, back up against the wall, panting to catch his breath. For the first time in a long time, he felt tears threatening to form.

 You had rejected him.

 You didn’t feel the same.

 He was sure you had been flirting back with him. Every glance you took in his direction, all the times you made contact with his skin. He genuinely thought he’d picked up on some clever hint to kiss you. To make a move. A grand gesture of romance.

But he was wrong.

He fucked up.

And then he made the mistake of trying to call your “bluff”. Which only made you angrier.

The shock of being yelled at had been too much for him to deal with. And he reacted like he always did in those types of situations. With wrath. How could you possibly trust him after this?

Oh god, and you’d seen his face.

That horrific scar.

His heart tightened at the memory. He could barely breathe.

Fuck.

He needed to talk to you again.

If he just explained himself and apologized, you’d come around, right?  Give him another chance? It was only a misunderstanding. A tiny blip in what would become an intense love affair between the two of you. Something you’d both laugh at later down the road.

Toby shakily got up from the wooden floor, still exhausted from the outburst. Where was his phone? He had to find it immediately.

Frantically, his eyes scanned over every surface that it could be on. Did he throw it at one point? He couldn’t remember.

Tossing aside a few pillows, he finally recognized the black case on the ground.

The screen was cracked. Relief washed over him when the tiny monitor lit up; it still worked.

There was your name in his contact list, along with a couple others, but your conversation was the only one saved. The only person he wanted to form a real emotional bond with.

His fingers started to type on their own. Toby needed to resolve the issue as soon as possible. He couldn’t take it anymore.

‘I’m sorry about tonight’

The first text. It needed to be an apology. He needed to start off by admitting his fault.

‘I have trouble controlling my feelings. And I get scared when I’m rejected. I like you SO much (Y/N). I feel like such an ass, especially for scaring you. I don’t want you to be scared of me. Please please please give me another chance. I’ll make it up to you I swear.’

He waited for your response.

It didn’t come.

No.

This wasn’t happening.

It couldn’t be happening. He had to see you again. You HAD to be in his life in some way.

Toby paced around his home, chewing on his cheek. Blood gushed down his face from the gnawed flesh.

You were just busy right now. Probably talking to your friend.

That must be it.

You wouldn’t just ignore him like this. After all the moments the two of you shared together, he must’ve meant something to you.

 The phone buzzed.

 A reply.

 ‘Thank you for the apology, but there’s no way for me to know if it’s sincere. I feel like you could be using it to guilt me. I just can’t believe what you say Toby, and I think it’s better for both of us if we don’t see each other again. I wish you the best, and hopefully, you can learn from this in the future.’

His heart stopped.

 ….Oh God no.

 “NO! NO! NO!” He punched the wall next to him until his knuckles bled, painting the plaster with red streaks. “YOU CAN’T! YOU CAN’T! You… can’t…”

He started to cry.

Now the floodgates opened, and an ugly sob came from the boy. Curling up on a ratty couch, Toby shoved his face in the cushions to muffle the sounds.

He never did learn how to manage his feelings properly. He knew that there was some kind of mental illness that made it difficult for him. His fucked-up head, he thought bitterly. Controlled by The Operator and controlled by his disorders. There was always something preventing him from having people in his life.

Would he always be this lonely?

 Bang!

 Bang!

 Bang!

 Someone pounded on the front door.

 Toby peeked his head up from the sofa.

Who could that be?

Shit. He hoped it wasn’t Tim. That was the last person he needed to see in this state. But he had to talk to whoever it was in case there was a job.

A grin settled on his face.

Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea.

A little sadistic fun never hurt, well at least not him anyways. It could help him relieve some of these thoughts. Take them out on somebody else.

Maybe this would prove to be a good thing.

The door swung open, the visitor being too impatient to wait any longer.

Long matted dark brown hair that was almost black, hazel eyes, camping gear strapped to the back.

It was Kate.

“Toby! You home? Sorry, I let myself in I-” She stopped mid-sentence, noticing the mess surrounding her, dark stare settling on the culprit.

“Holy shit what happened here?” She let out a worried laugh. “It looks like a tornado came through. Are you okay? Did you have another episode?”

The older proxy dropped her bags and walked over, kneeling to get a better look at his condition. Toby was slumped over, sluggishly sitting up, refusing to look directly at her. Ashamed to be seen in such a vulnerable way.

Kate was the nicest person he had in his life. Besides you. After all, she was still a proxy.

The problem was that she was hardly ever around. Unlike him, or even Tim and Brian, Kate never settled down in one place for long. She was nomadic, carrying all her earthly possessions in a backpack. Being the fastest and most agile proxy, it was easy for her to hunt individual trespassers and take them down, so she was almost always on the job.

However, once in a blue moon she would stop in to see him. Kate and Toby had a somewhat strong connection. Not unlike how Tim and Brian were attached to each other, and while Brian could be nice to Toby at times, he mostly did it out of necessity. Kate, on the other hand, was kind to Toby in ways that reminded him of his older sibling. Not that he liked comparing her to Laura… or was it Lyra? Sometimes he had a hard time remembering the name. That’s what his journal was for.

“Do you want to talk about it? I won’t make fun of you. No matter how tempted I am.” She sat down next to him, rubbing his back reassuringly.

Toby took a shaky breath, comforted by the gesture. “I-I… fuh-fuck… give me a suh-second…”

He didn’t know how much to share with her. He didn’t want to put you in any danger, and while Kate may have been nice to him, there’s no telling how she’d react to learning about his obsession with a “human”.  

She was more… fanatical when it came to serving The Operator.

Different proxies had different levels of devotion to the being, as well as their own unique reasons for serving it. Brian was more apathetic, not caring one way or the other, viewing it like any other profession. Something to train for and do well. Tim was more complex, a mixture of apathy, fear, and at times enthusiasm, mainly when in the act of killing.

Most proxies had no memory of their past lives, no ways to connect to whoever they were before. That’s why it was easy for them to refer to anyone who didn’t serve The Operator as only being “humans”. It was a way to completely remove themselves from the species, to look at them as nothing but an inconvenience or a tool to gain favor with the malevolent entity dictating their lives.

But Toby was a special case. He could still remember. He hadn’t been a proxy for as long as the others and could still picture the faces of his mother and sister. He even knew what his shithead father looked like, especially after he hacked him to pieces. These were the reasons he found it hard to go on. Pretending to everyone that he didn’t resent The Operator’s control at times. That he never longed to try to have a normal life. Maybe kill the occasional abusive dad he might come across. But other than that, be an average everyday person.

And here you came along. An answer to his prayers.

But things were complicated now.

 He needed advice.

 “I muh-may have… messed up?”

Kate snorted. “Okay… wanna try being more specific maybe?”

Toby picked at the skin of his hands, peeling the areas around his nails.

“I sort of... luh-like somebody…” He trailed off.

It’s not like it was uncommon for proxies or killers to date and hook up with each other. Although everyone knew Toby never had any luck with the others in that department. But despite that, if he kept the conversation vague enough… it should be fine.

“Oh shit! Really?” Caught off guard, the brunette quickly tried to dial it back. “I mean…wow. I didn’t really expect that… who?”

Did he really have that bad of a reputation within their group that it was this much of a surprise to her? It was a little insulting.

“I don’t want to say.” Toby snapped. His temper was starting to get the better of him. And he didn’t want to share any sensitive information.

Luckily, Kate never took what Toby did personally. “Okay- you don’t have to tell me… but watch your tone young man.” She joked.

“Suh-sorry. I’m just really upset. We had a fuh-fight and I don’t know what to do.” He felt like a kid asking their mom for help. But he was desperate.

Toby couldn’t stand the idea of you walking around hating him. Sure, his plans included taking you back to his home, most likely by force, but he thought he would’ve had more opportunities for you to get to know him in a more… conventional way.

“Have you apologized to this… person?” Kate asked, carefully choosing her words. Picking up on how defensive he was being.

“Yeah! I duh-did and-“

She interrupted, “Wait. Did you do it in person or over text?” There was a sternness in her voice at the question. Like Kate was already accusing him of doing something wrong.

“Over text….” He admitted.

“See, that was your first mistake. If you’re going to have an important conversation with someone you need to have it in person. Otherwise, things can get lost in translation. You should speak to them face to face and apologize formally.”

The younger proxy tilted his head, “What if they duh-don’t want to see me?”

Kate sighed. “Well… sometimes you just have to show up. I mean, imagine trying to explain a misunderstanding to someone like Jeff over text…” She paused, scrunching up her face. “Well, that’s not a good example. You would have to call him or else he’d try to stab you. But you know what I mean. People like… us … are quick to just remove people from our lives if we’re hurt. But with our jobs, every connection with other killers or proxies needs to be maintained. Especially since The Operator demands it. So, you should go and see them…. when you’ve calmed down, of course.”

It was clear the brunette was applying her own work experiences to giving Toby guidance. Kate was always well-liked, and in a group full of murderers and malicious beings with untreated mental illnesses, that was no small feat.

But regardless, her explanation made sense. Even though Kate didn’t understand the full context of what happened, her advice probably still applied, right? Sure, you weren’t a killer, but Kate had the best grasp on how to handle disputes out of anyone he knew. If you just took the time to see how sorry he was, and all the effort he was putting in to fix the relationship, then you’d have to forgive him.

“Thuh-thanks. I’ll make sure to do that. I feel like shit that we huh-haven’t gotten the chance to see each other in a while and this….” Toby gestured vaguely to their surroundings. “Is what you fuh-find.”

Kate smiled. “Don’t worry, I get it.”

The fact that it was her that showed up today was very convenient. She was one of the few people who knew Toby well enough to calm him down.

It was almost too convenient.

He narrowed his eyes, looking out the cabin window. Was his boss around? “Anyways, I nuh-never asked you why you’re here.”

“Well, I figured I was long due for a bath. And I wanted to see my favorite proxy. Why, not happy to see me?” She huffed, feigning offense.

“Nuh-no! That’s not it. I just wuh-wasn’t sure if there was a job or something we needed to do.”

The brunette’s eyes glinted with admiration, flashing a small yet strangely sinister smirk. “It’s good you take our work seriously. It’s always best to have The Operator smiling favorably upon us.”

Toby shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Sometimes she spoke like a weird cult member. It made his skin crawl, reminding him that despite her soothing demeanor around her peers, Kate could be one of the most brutal and wild killers when carrying out their boss’s orders. Maybe that’s why she always stayed in the forest.

“I’ll be out of your hair in an hour or two. Sadly, there aren’t any sacrifices to make today. I hate having nothing to do.” She grumbled the last part before getting up to grab her bag. “Mind if I take that shower now?”

“No, guh-go right ahead. Not like I pay the water bill for this puh-place.” Toby quipped, shrugging his shoulders with a crack of his joints.

When Kate left the room, he mulled over what actions he needed to take next. Everything was just “lost in translation” as the older proxy said. His mistake was only in how he delivered his apology.

There was hope for him after all. This could be fixed and then you and Toby could be together again. Have the life he knew you two could have.

After everything subsided and he felt at ease, his mind wandered to that passionate kiss he had shared with you. Sure, in retrospect he definitely shouldn’t have done that, but it was nice in the moment. How your lips felt against his, your warm body squirming under him.

It was electric.

If only things had gone well, if you didn’t find him so… repulsive now. Maybe he could’ve taken things further. But there was always time for that later. When he had more time to convince you that he was made for you.

Your mind as well as your body.

 … Especially body.

 He grinned, getting up to stretch out his muscles. Today was more exhausting than usual after the rollercoaster of feelings he’d gone through. Toby needed rest, and once he felt more confident, he’d pay you a surprise visit. Bring some sort of peace offering. Weren’t guys supposed to give flowers when they wanted to be forgiven? Like those crappy husbands who cheat on their wives.

Not that he wanted to be lumped in with those dudes.

Toby made his way to his room, making sure the door was locked behind him. Even though he trusted Kate, he didn’t want to take any chances.

He could still hear her showering and she would probably be a while. She wasn’t the most hygienic person.

Not that he was one to talk, but he didn’t like having that much blood and dirt caked on him for too long. Kate, however, didn’t seem to mind it. Toby had been assigned on a weeklong mission with her once and as soon as she got “in the zone” the older female was practically feral. Showers just weren’t in her vocabulary at that point.

Lying on his bed, he opened his phone to look through his camera roll. Something he did routinely now before trying to fall asleep… for many reasons.

It was full of photos he’s taken of you over these past months.

Having an outdated phone never really bothered him before, but now he wished he had one that could take better pictures. Especially the ones he took at night. Those always come out too grainy.

Unconsciously, a wistful smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. He couldn’t help it. It always happened when he saw you. He scrolled through each photo, taking in every part of you he managed to capture. His mind had almost everything memorized.

“(Y/N)…” He whispered.

Sometimes he just liked to say it. Simply enjoying the sound. How it tasted with every syllable.

Now that he had time to relax, it occurred to him how surprising his argument with you had gone. Every day there was something new he was learning about you. You were actually kind of brave, even if it was to the point of being stupid. But you had stood up to him when he’d lost his cool. Him. A murderous proxy. A serial killer. You didn’t know that, but it was still obvious he could overpower you.

Yet thinking of the passion and determination in your eyes as you stared him down made him shiver with delight.

He loved it.

Toby could feel himself growing tired, lazily flipping through a couple more photos before he’d call it a night.

He stopped.

A picture of you undressing in front of your bedroom window.

Your underwear even matched that day.

His cheeks reddened, a familiar feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach.

He reached a clammy hand into the case of his pillow, retrieving a pair of plain black panties he’d stolen from your house.

 He figured he could stay awake a little longer…

[venomous--fics]

@geekgirlofarchangels Requested: Hi! (I just wanted to say that I love your writing, it's amazing)😍

Can I request Eddie Brock x reader, who bake sweets for him, basically try to show her love for him in many ways in a day to day basis, and when she decides to tell him that she loves him, she sees him with Anne and misunderstand everything.

She panics, but ends fluff? Sorry for any mistakes English is not my first language

A/N: No worries!! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!! Day 6! So many more to go!

"I think I need better piping tips." You said, looking over to Eddie for some reassurance.

The man had a one track mind, and right now, the only thing he could think of was the cookies you had in the oven. He's been staring at it for the last five minutes.

"A watched pot never boils." You said, finally catching his attention.

"And watched cookies never bake." he retorted turning around to look at the cake you'd be decorating, "I think it looks nice."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"You're not just being cute and nice, right?"

"What would I gain from lying? Name one thing."

"More sweets?"

"That is true, but I don't have to lie to get those."

You rolled your eyes with a smile as you moved the cake to the other counter so that way you had room for the cookies. Before you, Eddie wasn't really the type of guy to have a sweet tooth, but oh boy you sure did change that. You worked at a bakery, and you were still practicing your skills any chance you got.

Eddie was a good and somewhat unbiased judge. He never lied to you, but he was never mean about anything either. If something needed worked on, he'd tell you nicely.

"Why are you stressing so much about your decorating skills anyways? I think you're amazing at it."

"My boss really wants me to start helping out in the decorating area..I was just worried that I was totally going to suck." You set your piping bag off to the side and wiped off your hands, "I just want to make sure I can do everything perfectly."

"You got this. It'll be a breeze for you. I mean, c'mon, look at it. It's really good."

You took a moment to really admire your cake. Yeah, it was pretty good.

Eddie really was so nice and loving to you. He was nothing like any of the other people you'd chosen to spend your time with before. Eddie actually wanted to do things with you, and he was constantly dragging you along for new adventures, and actually paid attention to your wants and needs.

You really liked him. Well, if you were being honest, you were really hopelessly in love with him. And you wanted to tell him, and you were sure he felt the same, but you really wanted to make it special.

Should you write it in icing on a cookie? Or maybe he was a bit tired of cookies. Maybe he'd expect you to do that since you're a baker and all. Maybe you should just tell him. Face to face.

You both left for work, saying your goodbyes and sharing a kiss or two. You were going to tell him after work. It'd finally be a weight off your chest to finally say just how you felt.

Despite having a seemingly normal day, you began to feel a little puzzled towards lunch. Normally, somehow, someway, Eddie always found his way to your work. It was bizarre how your lunch breaks always lined up, but you were sure he did that on purpose.

He didn't show up today, so you spent your break alone. You'd texted him to have a good rest of the day at work, but he never texted back. Maybe he just got busy, you told yourself.

You managed to clock out and make your way home, and still no response from Eddie. He wasn't even home yet. It was 6:45. Normally, he's home way before you. You shrugged it off as a late day at the office as you changed out of your work clothes.

Eddie got home at about 7:15 pm, and didn't say much as to why that was. He was his normal cheery self. He doted on you as usual, and you two ate together. Every thing was fine, but it didn't feel fine.

Things continued on like that for a few days. You had this persistent nagging feeling that Eddie was hiding something, and it was getting in the way of talking to him. It was getting far too annoying to ignore.

Today, one of your rare days off, you decided to hell with it. You were going to make Eddie a nice dinner and just tell him. Maybe then the nagging feeling would go away. Maybe you were just nervous because this was a huge thing to say, especially to Eddie.

You were making your way downtown, to the store, to pick up a few ingredients for dinner. Your list was short, so this really shouldn't take too long. You walked passed a café that you and Eddie frequented, and your body froze just a few steps passed the big front window. The hell was that?

You must've been seeing things. Surely you hadn't seen what you thought you saw, right? Not wanting to be seen, just in case your eyes weren't tricking you, you turned your body a little. You couldn't believe it. There was was. Even if all you saw was the back of his head, you knew it was him solely because of who was sitting across from him at the little table.

"Anne?" you asked yourself quietly.

She looked like she was in good spirits today. Her smile was warm and inviting as always, and it looked like she was chuckling at something Eddie had just said. You couldn't look away.

Why would he do this to you? Are you really surprised? After all, he did love her first. Maybe he never really loved you to begin with.

You made your way back to the apartment to gather your thoughts. There was to be a rational explanation for this. They weren't doing anything bad, but, you did find yourself worrying because...Well, you know, it was Anne.

For the first time in years, you felt angry. How could he do that to you? You should just leave and just call him later and tell him that you're never coming back. You froze halfway to the door once you realized what had really happened. Eddie chose her. And you knew that time after time he'd do it again.

You felt stupid. You felt a few tears slip out and you tried to fight them off, but that only seemed to make it worse. The door opened, and the sound of keys hitting the counter caught your attention.

"Oh!" Eddie said, "You're home! Good, I have- Hey, are you okay?"

You just stared at him.

He walked over, attempting to comfort you, but you took a few steps back, causing him to freeze. He looked wounded.

"Did something happen?" he asked, lowering his hands.

"I don't know," You said bitterly, "Why don't you go ask Anne?"

"Anne?" Then it registered, "Oh! Oh, no, babe, that's-"

"I don't want to hear any excuses, Eddie! How could you do that to me? How could you string me along and then just backstab me like that."

"No!" He really wanted to hold you, but he knew he had to refrain, "No, no, no! It wasn't like that. I swear!"

"I can't even look at you." You rushed into the bedroom, slamming the door. "God! I'm so, so stupid!"

Eddie listened to your slightly muffled yelling for a minute or two before moving over to the door to open it.

"I shouldn't even be here anymore!" You shouted, throwing open the door, "I have to go."

You tried to move past Eddie, but as a reflex, he grabbed your arm, "Please don't do that."

You tugged and pulled, but you couldn't wiggle free. He wasn't holding too tight, and he wasn't hurting you. You just couldn't get free, "Let go of me!"

"I swear I'd never do that to you!" He pleaded, "Will you just let me explain?"

You stopped fighting and just stared helplessly ahead, "What is there to explain, huh? You don't love me like I love you, so there's nothing left to talk about."

"You love me?"

"Of course I do! But it's obvious that you don't love me! So, just, let go!"

"I love you too!" He said loudly.

It's like the whole world stopped in that moment as your head whipped around to look at him. He looked like his whole world was about to end. This wasn't how any of this was supposed to go down.

"I love you." he repeated, "I- I'm so sorry I didn't say it sooner. I..I got nervous so I, as stupid as it sounds, I went to Anne for advice."

Your whole body relaxed as you listened to him.

"I wasn't sure how to say it- Or, I guess, say it right." Eddie sighed a little, "I asked her what I should do. She was always better at this stuff. She gave me this bright idea of a movie and dinner...But it seems like that's all out the window now."

You realized your mistake, "Eddie, I'm sorry...I didn't want it to happen like this either. I had a plan too, and I guess I ruined it."

"I should've just told you. I was just scared you wouldn't feel the same."

"Wouldn't feel the same?" You wanted to sound offended at the thought, "Eddie, why do you think I do all these nice things for you? I wanted to tell you for ages, but I just couldn't."

Eddie let go of your arm, and pulled you into a hug. He hugged you like his life depended on it. You hugged back before sighing, "This really isn't how I wanted this to go."

"I know." he said, "Doesn't make it any less true, does it?"

You shook your head.

"I mean it. I really do love you. I just wanted to make sure I did everything right this time." He sounded disappointed with himself, "I guess I'm always going to screw some things up."

"That's okay." You reassured, "I don't know if you noticed, but I ruined this whole thing. Your plan, my plan. All of it."

"I wouldn't say ruined." Eddie pulled back to look at you, "I'd just say this was a little out of the ordinary."

"Do you still want to go out for dinner? Is that still in the cards?" You asked curiously.

"Of course. Why don't we just take a breather for a little bit."

[luna-writes-stuff]

I would be honored if you could do an imagine for Fili crushing on someone who went on the journey with the Company. He thought she liked his brother, but after seeing him with Tauriel, Fili feels like he has a chance and offers everything to make her as happy as he thought she would be with Kili. Lovely fluff and some misunderstandings with everyone living because IF I CAN'T SEE CANON THEN IT DOESN'T EXIST

Mixed signals, Fili Durin (platonic Kili x reader)

what do you mean they don’t usually live???? Idk I always skip the last half hour of botfa. If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist.

Ahahah I got taken away a bit so it’s a long request. Sorry….

Headcanons, female s/o

Tw: misunderstood feelings, mention of injury and blood, tiny sprinkle of angst, fluff, Kili being a lil shit, Fili being jealous, few mentions of Y/N I’m so sorry.

- This man is whipped for you. I posted a request similar to this one yesterday, and I feel like it says enough.

- The moment he sees you, he knows you’re his One. Yet, he can’t allow himself to show you. His brother wouldn’t shut up about it and besides that, after Erebor was to be reclaimed, he had to marry royalty in order to form an alliance.

- But Thorin wasn’t blind. He has seen the look in Dis’ eyes many times before. He had seen his sister find her One, so it came as nothing out of the ordinary when he witnessed his nephew do the same.

- And this is pre-dragonsickness. Back when Thorin was all “I hate everyone but I guess I have to keep up with these two idiots so I’ll tolerate them.”

- And he wanted to grant Fili the opportunity to be with his One. He had even told him to simply go for it.

- But Fili was a bit insecure. When you met him, you didn’t seem taken away in any way. It was almost as if it had only been him who was in love.

- And with that, you had grown remarkably close to his brother, Kili. You two joked around all the time. You sat together during the evenings, Kili would help you up on your horse/pony, he would take offer your watches and he even let you hold his bow and arrow. That is basically dwarven language for “I love you and I wish to court you” or “I love you and I’m so glad to have you in my family.”

- What Fili didn’t know is that Thorin told Kili about you being his One. But instead of teasing Fili about it, Kili had made it his duty to agitate his brother so much that he would have no choice but to confess to you before Kili would sneak you away.

- For your information: Kili had no intention of sneaking you away. He just wanted to make it look like it for Fili, and, lucky for him, you had just been going along with it subconsciously.

- But it did not agitate Fili. It made the poor lad confused and tired. You were showing so much affection and endearment to his brother that he felt like he could never compete. Even though Kili had never been attractive in dwarven standards, he knew his way around women. And seeing someone finally pay attention to him, made Fili happy for his brother.

- And Kili just kept up with the act. He was oblivious to what his brother was feeling. Thorin had quite specifically told Kili not to tell his brother, and for once, he didn’t. But when days turned into weeks, Kili made more advances. Not in any way uncomfortable for you, but they had been a step further.

- He would let you rest against him during night shifts, he would let his hand linger on your waist when he helped you get onto your horse/pony. This sneaky bastard even managed to toy with your hair.

- Fili grew absolutely devastated at these moments. He had distanced himself more and truly felt as if his One had been taken away and he would die alone.

- But then Mirkwood happened. It was obvious to Fili that his brother had taken a liking on Tauriel, the female elf that saved him earlier. You had been passed out of exhaustion in your cell, not paying attention to your surroundings anymore.

- And that was when Fili finally decided to speak.

- “What are you doing? I thought you liked Y/N and now you’re flirting with that elf? You can’t treat her like that!”

- And now Kili was confused.

- “I thought you liked Y/N?” He had questioned, not even knowing whether his uncle had been lying to him or not.

- “That doesn’t matter. What matters is, you can’t just run around-“ but Kili had already cut him off. “It does matter. Because Y/N isn’t my One. I’m not attracted to her!”

- And now Fili was dead silent. He had been contemplating on whether to act furious or taken aback. In reality, he had been a bit of both.

- “You don’t like Y/N?” Fili asked, nearly insulted.

- “I was only trying to agitate you. Uncle said she was your One but that you wouldn’t confess.” Kili admitted finally, knowing that keeping the act up any longer wouldn’t work.

- “So you tried to beat it out of me?” The only response the blonde got was a quiet hum.

- “You thought I would take away your chance of happiness?” Fili wondered aloud, his anger now showing more clearly. “Well, not if you put it like that-“ “How else am I supposed to put it?”

- With those words, the space grew quiet. One more question lingered on Fili’s mind, and he had to ask it.

- “Does she know you don’t like her?” A short pause was heard from Kili before he responded. “She does. When we grew closer she told me she wasn’t attracted to me and I told her she wasn’t my One.”

- A sigh of relief came Fili’s way, but his brother kept on talking. “She grew all confused by the concept of ‘Ones’. Had to give her a whole history lesson. She thinks it’s adorable. I’m sure she won’t reject you.” With those words, Fili’s ears pricked up.

- “How so?” “Because every time we are together, she won’t stop asking me about you.” Fili never thought someone could ever bring him more butterflies than when you smiled at him, but as Kili’s sentences reached him, his stomach felt all light again.

- “At first I thought it was because you were ignoring her, but I quickly figured out that wasn’t the case.” Kili shot a quick look his brother’s way, even though he had been in a cell on the other side of the hall. “She likes you, she really does. She’s not as good at hiding it as you are. If you ask her to court you, she won’t say no.”

- Fili had spent the entire night pondering over his brother’s words. Even as they escaped the dungeons and took the boat to Laketown, his anxiety bubbled up.

- But as soon as the orcs entered the city, reality sunk back in. They had been on the run while simultaneously claiming their homeland. There might be a chance neither of you would make it. And it terrified him.

- As you were busy holding off the orcs in Bard’s home, Fili had been right beside you covering your back. He knew asking you to court him would require more steps. Up until this moment you had only held a handful of conversations, but Fili was running out of patience.

- “When all this is over, I need you by my side.” He told you quickly, his voice heavy as he fenced off the attackers. You grew confused at your words, yet your actions did not falter one bit. And it only made Fili more attracted to you. How you maintained yourself on a battlefield, yet somehow managed to hold that perfect look. It could quite easily take his breath away.

- “But I am by your side.” You answered, not catching his meaning, thinking it had been too good to be true.

- “I mean by my side at Erebor. When we reclaim the mountain. Will you stay with me?” Upon your silence, Fili tried explaining his speech. “I know asking you to court me requires more steps but we might not have time for them anymore. I need you to stay with me. We can do all these steps afterwards, I promise.”

- You cast him a quick look before giving him a sincere nod. “I’ll stay with you.”

- And that is exactly what you did. Upon finally arriving at the mountain with the four dwarves, Fili finally got the time to braid your hair, even if Thorin told him to look for the Arkenstone. You had even managed to braid his hair too, even though you had no beads yet.

- Even as Thorin slowly grew insane, Fili had done what he promised; he remained by your side, defending you against his uncle and keeping you as safe as he could.

- During the battle of the five armies, you stayed with him and Kili. You traveled with the three of you, not once separating. Not even when Fili decided you should split up. Because of that, you managed to do quite a number on Azog before Thorin called out to him.

- Azog had gotten a good slash on your leg, nothing life threatening but enough to make you collapse on the spot. Fili had been so worried. He had promised to look out for you, but now you were bleeding out on the snow covered floor. Kili had already ran off for help, even though the possibility he would come back with one would be highly unlikely, as battle was still raging on.

- On top of Ravenhill everything had grown silent. Bodies of dead orcs were littered over the floor but all that mattered to Fili right now was you being safe. Eventually, Kili had ran back with Bilbo, Thorin and Gandalf by his side. They had successfully beaten Azog, finally putting an end to the bloodshed.

- As the mountain was being rebuilt, Oin had put you on bed rest to let your leg heal and Fili had been with you the entire time. Thorin hadn’t even tried to get him for royal duties. He knew he had been awful to you during his dragonsickness, and this was his way of apologizing to you. And you had been fine with it.

- When you had finally recovered, Kili took you to the forges to make beads for Fili. You wanted it to be a surprise for him, but you needed supervision. At first, Dis, Fili and Kili’s mother, had offered to help, but it had become her duty to distract the crown prince.

- A few burns and scratched had started to form on both your and Kili’s hands but it had been worth it. The beads were incredible.

- Fili was so happy when you gave them to him. He was so surprised by the amazing details and the thought and time your poured into them.

- He wears them the entire time. Now exceptions. Not even for bed or bath. None. They must always be in his hair.

- I WANNA WRITE MORE BUT IT’S ALREADY SO LONG BUT JUST ASSUME HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH AND WILL TREASURE YOU FOREVER AND LOVE YOU FOR EVERY LITTLE THING YOU DO

[holypapaya]

Peaches (Konro Sagamiya x Reader NSFW 18+)

Fem! Reader

Konro and his girlfriend run home to escape the rain. When they decide to eat sweet peaches as a snack.

Warnings: age gap, denial, rough sex, oral play, begging 

Skip to ** for sexy time. 2,000+ words. 

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God, how is she so beautiful? And, how in the hell didn't I notice her before? 

These were the two questions Konro would ask himself repeatedly whenever he took Y/N out on their weekly dates. Unfortunately, the morning was a sweltering and humid day that overwhelmed the Great Tokyo Empire. Konro suggested that they have their date later in the evening to avoid the rain and the burning hot sun. Y/N's clothes hugged her glamorous curves as her skin glistened from a thin veil of sweat. The lantern lights that hugged the walls to local businesses created a soft glow.

Staring at her in awe was not a part of the plan. Well, none of this was a part of any plan, actually. Not even his life plan. They've been dating for a little over a month since Konro first met Y/N. His typical routine trip was to see Seamstress Granny to fix any rips in his uniform. That day he tore his pants while rebuilding Asakusa after the most recent Infernal attack. With his uniform in hand, he walked through the door, the bell ringing as it slid open. Just as he was about to call the elderly woman, he noticed the most beautiful, enchanting woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Konro was so stunned by her beauty that he didn't hear her greet him or ask what he needed to be done. Since then, he’s gotten to know Y/N well over time.

Before running her Granny's store full time, Y/N would visit Asakusa three times a week to help around. That’s why Konro found it unbelievable that he never noticed her before. Honestly, it was probably because of the increase of Infernal activity, but that was no excuse in his mind. Y/N stood slightly taller than most women in the empire and was curvier than other women too. Her full breasts always pulling at her shirt and plump ass tight, giving a slight jiggle as she walked. Despite all of this, Konro still towered over her. Don't misunderstand this, though; he is dating her not for her body but because he earnestly enjoys Y/N's company. Y/N made him feel things he hadn't felt in years or even within his lifetime.

Y/N's thumb gently rubbed the back of his bandaged hand as they held hands while walking down the street. Y/N was smiling greatly as she continued to talk. Konro wasn’t exactly the talkative type, so hearing Y/N talk brought him immense joy. The self-proclaimed hermit has found a friendly, outgoing puppy to love day in and out. Being with Y/N even made Konro feel young again. He's heard that having a significantly younger girlfriend can change a man's energy levels, but Konro didn't expect to feel this young. Especially his sex drive.

Being overwhelmed with work duties almost made him forget what a sex life was. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. This was his routine for many years. However, when he was younger, Konro always managed to find time to "express his sexual desires" is a polite way of saying it. In other words, straight-up fucking. But as the years flew by and seeing Benimaru become captain of the 7th, Konro had more distractions, to say the least. With Y/N, it was different, though. She sparked something deep inside of him. In his many years of life, Konro never had the animalistic urge to make a woman cry, scream and mess them up during sex as much as Y/N.  He almost had the chance too. Almost.

Last week, Y/N and Konro decided to go back to base for some privacy. During that time of day, mostly, everyone would be out making rounds or going out to eat, so it seemed like the perfect time. Right in front of him, Y/N laid bare. Her head bobbing up and down his shaft, her right hand moving in sync with her head, her left hand gently caressing his hip. Konro's deep blue eyes stared at Y/N, hypnotized by her beauty. Carefully, he placed his hand on the back of her head, adding a slight pressure, silently asking her to deep throat him. Which she happily obliged. That's when he heard it -the Infernal alarm. Y/N's eyes grew wide as she met Konro's. She released his now soft dick from her mouth as she watched Konro get up and hurriedly dressed himself.

It's only been a week since they've last had time for each other. Yes, they would greet each other outside or maybe have a small lunch if they had the time. But, they were never truly alone, just two people immersed in a chaotic world. Konro couldn't help but think  about if he would ever get a chance to redeem himself. He could kill a man at this point to see Y/N's lush body naked in front of him again.

Y/N let out a sound of confusion, "Konro, I think it's going to start raining," she looked up at the sky after feeling something damp hit her face.

"Hmmm," he mused, still lost in his train of thought.

That's when he felt it. A sudden shower washed over the both of them. Y/N pulled Konro by his arm, leading him down a side street. 'Let's go back to my place,' she called back behind her. Konro followed her, watching droplets run down her soft skin.

'Please, one more chance,' Konro chanted in his head all the way to her apartment. As they entered the one-bedroom, Y/N handed Konro a fresh towel. Then, she walked over to the refrigerator, asking her boyfriend if he liked peaches.

** "Yeah," he said, watching her pull out the fruit and a knife to cut it. Y/N cut the delicate fruit in half, pitting it, and proceeded to slice it. With every movement, her hair stuck to her neck and shoulders. Konro walked over to Y/N, pushing her damp hair to her shoulder, exposing her neck and collar bone. His calloused fingers massaged between her shoulder and neck. He saw goosebumps wash over her skin and grinned to himself. Leaning forward, Konro kissed Y/N's jaw and noticed a slight coat of pink on her cheeks. Y/N pushed a peach slice towards his lips. As Konro was just about to take a bite, Y/N took it back and put half of it in her mouth. She looked up at the older man with what he thought was a look of innocence and lustful hunger.  Y/N offered the other half of the peach that was sticking out of her mouth. With his large hand, Konro tilted her jaw up and took in the fruit.

On Y/N's bed, Konro propped himself up on his forearms to make sure not to put his total weight on Y/N. She laid beneath him in nothing but her bra and underwear. Konro was already halfway undressed with only his pants remaining. They kissed each other for a long time. While feeling his tongue slowly go in and out of Y/N's mouth, Konro imagined his cock doing the same thing inside of her. Konro continued to grind his hard cock into Y/N’s clad pussy.

Y/N let a long feminine sigh followed by a moan, feeling pressure onto her wet lips. She gently ran her nails down his abdomen, feeling his chiseled abs, before finally reaching his belt. She pulled at the material, hoping to touch his dick directly. Just the thought about touching it again caused her pussy to throb with excitement. Konro released her mouth from his and grunted in her ear,

"Not yet, baby," Konro nibbled on her earlobe, "Just wait a little longer. I'll treat you just as good as you treated me last time".

Konro moved Y/N's bra strap down her shoulder to have access to her collarbone. Then he nibbled and sucked until he left a light mark on her skin. Konro snaked his arm behind her back, unclasping her bra. Removing the material, he threw it onto the floor. Konro grabbed one of Y/N's full tits in his hand, gently but firmly. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, causing Y/N to inhale sharply. Frustratingly slow, Konro then started to suck her nipple, flicking it now and then. Y/N whined in frustration how Konro was still dressed.

He released her nipple, and while undoing his pants with one hand, he still massaged her tit with his other. Konro smiled down at Y/N almost wickedly as he watched her flushed face looked directly at his crotch. He kicked off his pants with one swift movement and found his way to Y/N's underwear, taking it off. Konro pulled down the thin material, excitement further boiling in him, realizing how wet Y/N was. She wasn't just wet but soaked. While kneeling, Konro grabbed her slender ankles, bringing her legs over his shoulder. Y/N's glistening lips in direct view of his face, and of course, his mouth. With a big lap of his tongue, Konro tasted Y/N's pussy greedily. He wasn't just licking her but also sucking on her drenched lips and swollen cit. Slurping and sloshing filled the room.

Y/N stared at Konro hazily, pleasure surging through her distracting her from any thought. She gripped her sheets tightly as her moans echoed. Seeing her boyfriend liked this not only made her feel wanted but happy. Konro has always been a very giving man. He gave up everything for Asakusa and Benimaru. So when the demon Infernal came, Konro didn't have to fight it alone. Instead, he chose to, for a simple but heroic cause. To protect the people he cared for. So seeing him eating her out hungrily and groping her body greedily made Y/N realize that Konro could express what he truly desired. He could tell her what he wanted and how he wanted it openly. Of course, in Konro's mind, he was primarily doing this to pleasure Y/N, but Y/N enjoyed seeing a different side of him.

Taking one last swipe at her clit, Konro lowered her legs, peering at his lover. A deep shudder swept across his body as he saw Y/N's face. Her cheeks flushed pink, lips slightly parted as her eyes stared at him dreamily—her chest lifting with every breath she took. Y/N looked absolutely decadent. However, she wasn't ready yet. Only eating her out wasn't going to be enough to stretch her for the pounding of her lifetime. Again, he grasped her lips with his own, tongue snaking into her mouth. Y/N let out a feminine sigh as her eyes fluttered shut as she was engulfed with pleasure. Her arms found their way around his neck, holding his closer. Carefully, he lowered his weight onto Y/N, causing her to open her legs further.

One hand trailed down her abdomen, finding its way to Y/N's sweet drenched hole. He flicked her inner lips teasingly before sticking one digit in. Next, he curled his finger upward, finding her g-spot. Y/N ended to kiss to arch her back in pleasure. Konro chuckled at her reaction, slowly rubbing the inside of her pussy.

"Just a little longer, baby. I need to open you up cause you're so tight."

He inserted another finger. He spread the two as far as they could, expanding her walls. Then he would bring them back together rubbing the top of her velvety walls. This went on in a pattern, almost like he was massaging the inside of her pussy. His rough fingers thick fingers felt so right inside of her. But there was something else that she needed with urgency. Something else belonged inside of her. Y/N grabbed his thick biceps, her head turning to the side. She bit her lip, begging Konro.

"Kon, please, please-"

He ignored her pleas, "Are you gonna coat my dick with your cum like you're doing with my fingers," he felt her walls tighten around him.

"Yes, I wanna cover your dick with my cum. Please", Y/N cried.

"Say my name, the way I like it."

God, he's so cute, Y/N thought to herself.

Looking at Konro softly, she said, "Kon-Kon."

Konro smiled with satisfaction removing his fingers.

He wrapped Y/N's thighs around his waist as he watched her quiver. Cock in hand, he rubbed the tip along her slit. Y/N's juices slicking his thick tip as pre-cum drooled out of Konro. Then he gently pushed his cock into her slowly as her walls stretched around him. Konro tilted his head back, moaning, feeling Y/N's velvety warmth grip around his pulsating member. Then, as Y/N let out a cry of pleasure, Konro stayed still just for a moment, letting Y/N get used to his length.

 Gently, he caressed Y/N's face with his large hand, cupping her cheek. Konro rubbed her lower lip with his thumb. 

"See, baby," he practically purred, "You're so wet you took me in one thrust." 

Konro shallowly thrusted into Y/N's tight pussy wanting to see her reaction. Y/N rubbed her cheek into his palm, letting out a soft moan. To Konro's surprise, Y/N opened her mouth slightly, inviting his thumb inside. Then, she gently sucked. Konro took in a sharp breath, feeling his cock twitch with excitement. His Y/N was always full of fun surprises.                  

 Y/N released his thumb, eyes glazed with sexual desire, "Kon-Kon, I'm ready."

Say no more.

Konro pulled his cock out before slamming back into her. Y/N dug her nails into his back as her eyes widen with surprise. She felt a knot in her stomach as her pussy clench down on his thick cock. She couldn’t hold back her voice anymore. A load cry escaped her lips. Konro looked his lover with a sensual but firm gaze. He was in complete control. He was the dominant one. Each thrust reached further and further back to her cervix. 

Y/N’s loud moans matched the rhythm of each thrust, echoing in the small apartment. Her pussy aching in the most pleasurable ways. She moved her head to side as Y/N felt her body heat up further. Konro gently cupped her cheek again, turning her gaze over to his. 

“Look at me, baby.” 

Oh no. That was a fatal mistake. 

Y/N felt her pussy clench as Konro’s deep blue eyes met hers. The slight curve of his dick ran over her G-spot mercilessly. His body warm, skin soft, muscles tensed. How did Konro go untouched for so long? There had to of been someone in the whole empire that tried to sleep with him. It’s unbelievable that no one had tried.

Y/N gently wrapped her arms of Konro’s thick neck, bringing him closer.

“Kon-Kon. Hold. Me. More. Go. Deeper. Please”, Y/N moaned between each thrust.

Konro smiled, kissing Y/N’s forehead. How could he say no to such a cutie. She even said ‘please’. Konro wrapped one arm around Y/N’s mid back, clutching her body to his. As his thrusts became deeper and wilder, Konro cooed soft nothings into Y/N’s ear as her pussy tightened and her moans grew louder and louder. Then her body grew tense, a small gasp leaving her lips. Y/N’s urgent moans came to a stop. Konro felt the wet walls that cloak his cock spasm as his girlfriend’s body arched up. Y/N dug her face into Konro’s shoulder, orgasm ripping through her body. 

Swiftly Konro removed his dick to coat Y/N’s soft abdomen with his cum. He placed soft kisses all over Y/N’s flushed face, asking her if she was okay. Konro knew he wasn’t a small man, both in height and cock-wise. He cared about the well-being of his little puppy. Y/N ran her fingers through his jostled hair as she kissed his neck. 

“You can go rougher, you know.”

Konro smiled. Noted: can go rougher next time.    

[illusionsofdreaming]

would it be okay to request headcanons with the main trio from TCF who aren't in a relationship with the (fem) reader yet but they like each other, the guys get hurt or something and the reader is so scared of losing them or was so anxious that she ended up kissing them? You can edit a few parts if you'd prefer! thank you, i know you have a lot of requests but you're the only one who writes x reader for them-

Notes: It took forever+forever but I finally gave up trying to perfect it- y'all just going to have to deal with these half baked potatos as I sob in the corner for my lack of functioning writing braincells.

+ 'nonny I know you asked for Fem reader but I'm just so used to writing gender neutral nowadays I actually forgot to write Fem reader in. Uh. I mean it's gender neutral so it should work regardless?? I'msorrypleaseforgivemeforthisblunder

Ft: Cale, Alberu, Choi Han

Cale Henituse

He’s covered in blood.

Again.

He glanced down at his shirt, once white, now completely soaked and rapidly losing warmth. The icky feeling of sticky cloth stuck on skin caused goosebumps to break out all over his arms. The lethargy that weighed on him was hard to ignore, but expected after using his ancient powers-

“Cale!”

He turned just as the full force of you barrelled into him and he staggered, unbalanced and would’ve fallen had you not pulled him back. He barely had time to protest at your rough greeting when you began frantically patting him down as if scouring him for weapons.

“There’s so much- where are you hurt?” you demanded harshly, your tone pitched higher than normal. “Raon call for Saint Jack and the others, medics- anyone that can help!”

“Y-yes! I-I will! Weak hu-human you better not die or I will destroy the kingdom!”

“Wai-“ his protests were ignored as the dragon flew off, leaving Cale dumbfounded with his jaw hanging down in disbelief. “Wait you don’t have to find the others, I’m fi-“

“Cale Henituse, if I hear you say ‘I’m fine’ I’m going to sock you to kingdom fucking come.“ you seethed. His lips snapped shut obediently, swallowing the aforementioned phrase down as a foreboding chill crept down his spine.

But I am..?

“How could you..” your voice shook even as you clung onto his soaked shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. “You’re always doing stupid things like this…”

Cale frowned, feeling a bit indignant. Sure his plans weren’t the most thought out at times, but to call them stupid…

“If you waited for us to come, then you wouldn’t have to- why do you keep sacrificing yourself like this?”

That triggered an alarm in his head. What strange things were you talking about? The act of sacrifice were done by martyrs and selfless heroes and Cale Henituse was neither of those. He wanted to correct your misunderstanding but you were worked up and hysterical and it was with horror that he realised you were crying.

“________-“

“Don’t talk! Please, just conserve your energy- I won’t let you die, I promised the kids and the others- I won’t let you-”

The alarm bells in his head rang even louder and he fought to be heard over your rambling, “_________- no one’s dying, I’m fine-” it felt as if his heart had leapt to his throat as he stopped your fist before it could make contact. You really weren’t joking when you said you’d punch him. He tightened his hold on your wrist when you tried to twist out of his grip and swallowed nervously. “I’m not hurt _________,“ he emphasised, willing you to meet his eyes.

“Stop bullshitting me Cale- how much of a fucking idiot do you take me for? How can anyone be fine after losing this much blood-“

“It’s not mine.”

You stilled in his grasp.

“…W-what?”

He frowned. Was it really that hard to believe his words? “The blood’s not mine.” he repeated and made sure to meet your disbelieving gaze head on so that you could verify the truth in his words. “They were cut down before they could harm me. None of this blood is mine. I was not hurt.“ It was a partial lie. He did cough out some blood after instinctively activating the shield for protection but he felt that that was knowledge you’d be better off not knowing.

The coiled tension in you leaked out and Cale slowly released his grip on your hand and took a cautious step back - just in case. It was a good thing he managed to deescalate the situation before the others arrived. Just convincing one person was hassle enough and from experience alone, he knew the others weren’t as merciful when it came to learning about his injuries, regardless of severity or his protests otherwise. Cale shuddered. He really didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Ron’s cold smile again. He glanced up and saw Raon’s flying figure and he waved lazily to the dragon hoping the young one would understand that the healers were no longer necessary, it had only been a false alarm.

“..ot.”

“Hm?” He looked down, hearing you mumble but didn’t quite catch what you’d said.

He was not prepared to be yanked forward and for your lips to mash against his. There was a brief sting where your teeth had caught on his lip and the uncomfortable sensation of having your teeth clack against each other, noses in the way. He froze, like a deer caught in headlights, thoughts reeling but before he could think of acting, to push or pull you in even closer-

You let him go just as abruptly and he staggered, breath stolen, mind in absolute disarray.

Then you slapped him. Which definitely cleared his thoughts. “You idiot!”

Stupefied, he watched as you stormed off, stuck in a daze as he cradled his face where his cheek and lips tingled for different reasons.

“…What..?”

Choi Han

Choi Han didn’t know what Cale saw in you back then, a complete stranger whom they saved by chance and nursed back to health with utmost care. You, who Cale insisted was the final key to their masterplan and then asked Choi Han to act as your escort.

There were many things Choi Han didn’t understand when it came to Cale-nim’s decisions. But that wasn’t so unusual and he’d never made it a habit to question Cale’s reasoning, having learned to be patient, knowing the pieces would eventually slot together in the grand picture. So although initially wary he was of your unclear history and affiliation, he stayed by your side and did his duty without question.

And perhaps after weeks of accompanying you, he’s beginning to see what Cale saw. Though powerless and weak, you were righteous and passionate, holding true to your belief even in the face of adversaries. You were the perfect replacement for the tyrannical ruler of the country, someone capable of salvaging the crumbling system of a neglected, abused society and lifting it to new heights and glory.

With the flames of revolution ignited, everything hinged on getting you safely to Cale on the final stage. While the revolutionaries fought and acted as distractions above ground, he escorted you through the abandoned waterways.

The undergrounds were dark and cramped, incredibly disadvantageous to a swordsman such as himself. When assassins leaped out in an ambush; Choi Han didn’t hesitate. Without time nor space to draw his sword, he pushed you behind him and raised his arm to block the strike.

As the momentum of the assassin’s blade stopped, it became simple matter to quickly disarm and finish them. Having checked and affirmed that there’s no forthcoming attacks, he urged you to hurry, now worried as they weren’t expected to be discovered so soon.

Something must’ve happened, we should hurry to Cale-nim’s side-

He was halted with a firm grip on his other hand and was pulled back as he was met with your stern, unwavering gaze and declaration that you will not move another step from this spot until his arm got treated first.

Which was a ridiculous request considering they were running on a tight schedule. He frowned and his fingers flexed against the hilt of his sword as you pulled him to the side.

When none of his objections were being heard, he tried reasoning with you. The wound may look horrible, but he’d assured you he’d angled his arm just so that the blade would’ve caught on his bone rather than tendons. It was a strategic move that not only blocked momentum but also kept damage to his non-dominant arm at the minimum. He would not have bled to death nor would he be crippled from it, something that barely needed the emergency care you insisted on.

“It’s not necessary, we need to get to the tower room first.”

“The room is not moving anywhere, I’d rather not risk having you develop an infection because you neglected to care for your wound.“

He flinched when alcohol was poured on the cut and Choi Han breathed out slowly, his frustration mounting as precious seconds passed. Something in his chest stirred uncomfortably. He’s not accustomed to having others care for his wounds, having spent so many years caring for them himself whilst hiding his weaknesses from monsters in the Forest of Darkness.

“I will attend to it after I’ve brought you to Master Cale’s side, we must-“

Your eyes flashed with anger as your grip tightened painfully around his arm. “So many things have been lost to reach this stage, I’d rather not lose more on the way there.”

“Cale-“

Perhaps you’ve had enough as well as the next thing he knew, your fingers dug into his arm and he found himself yanked forward and you pressing a hard, determined kiss that stole whatever he was going to say from his lips.

“Cale Henituse,” you said sternly when you parted and picked up a roll of bandages, “can afford to wait a bit longer.” you glared at him as if daring him to argue otherwise.

Not that it was necessary, considering he’d doubt he’d have the coherency to answer anything with the way all the blood in his body was rushing to his face.

Alberu Crossman

He didn’t feel anything upon the moment of impact. Only the shocking cold of metal being slid into his side and the vicious gaze of the perpetrator pressed up to his front.

The pain ripped through a moment later and he gritted his teeth, red spilling down his lips. It hurts.

Activity bursted around him, screams of fear echoed through the ballroom as guards rushed to his side. However one voice in particular caught his attention and he looked up to catch your horrified expression, lips parted in a desperate cry.

His forehead furrowed as a strange sense of guilt washed over him- he didn’t want you to see this- but he didn’t have time to explore the feeling as his hand latched firmly on the hand which still held the weapon in his side, preventing their escape.

His smile was red, “Caught you now, rat.”

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He tousled his hair dry with a towel as he read through the reports in his hand.

Alberu was exhausted, the fight to rid his side of his enemies’ spies had always been an ongoing and tedious project. His enemies were cunning and always played things safe however their impatience this time would cost them. Now that one of their own has fallen into his hands, they can start pulling in the net.

A knock sounded on his door and he didn’t bother looking up from his reports as he gave permission. “Come in.”

“Did you manage to find any new information from them?” he asked immediately as the door opened. Anything gleaned from the assassin would be beneficial to his cause. Not that he truly expected any confessions to be given this night. Any hired killer worth their salt would know not to betray the mastermind behind a hit. But there were more than one way to find credible information aside from words torn directly from the lips of a captive.

When no answer came, he looked up and immediately dropped the papers he was reading.

“___________…”

In the aftermath of the attack and the capture of the assassin he’d been immediately escorted to the healers for first aid. With the bare minimum done he’d left quickly to take control of the situation, calming the aristocrats and giving orders to assign all guests to be escorted to a room in the palace to rest from the unexpected development - the smarter ones would know this was just a way to keep all suspects in one place, stalling for time so that his trusted aides may work to narrow down the most likely suspects. He had been meaning to find you and explain once everything settled but this time you took matters into your own hands.

Your eyes glanced at the documents he dropped. “Am I disturbing your work?”

“No,” he replied instantly, fighting back the urge to shuffle the papers behind him. “No, you’re not.”

The room lapsed into silence once more as neither of you seemed keen to address the elephant in the room.

“About tonight…” he started slowly, “they had to believe I had my guards lowered.”

The truth was, though he believed you would not have been behind the attack, you had to be tested all the same. Should it be known you’ve been partial to this plan, it would’ve given the real culprits leverage to use.

You approached him and he wished you would say something. He noted the redness in your eyes and felt a stab of guilt lodge in his chest. “It had to be believable.”

You didn’t meet his eyes and your hand hovered over where his wound had been.

He lifted the edge of his shirt up to reveal the pink scar tissue underneath. It was ugly and badly healed due to the rush he had been in. “I wasn’t in any real danger.” he said softly, staying still and resisting the urge to shiver when your fingers traced the scar.

“You’re picking up bad habits from Cale.” You said so softly he would’ve missed it had he not been paying attention.

“The padded shirt under prevented the blade from going too deep.” he explained, hoping you’d understand that he hadn’t been reckless. Everything had been planned carefully. He slowly tucked his shirt back in as you withdrew your hand, already missing the warmth you brought to his skin just moments ago.

“__________…”

You leaned in and placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Don’t do that again.” you whispered against his cheek.

He could only watch in astonishment as you turned away and exited his room.

“..Okay..” he said hoarsely to the empty room.