#plz ignore sorry I’m just tired and lost

[tikosblogg]

Come Undone

Summary: Best Friend Noah🥰

Warning: Fist fight, cussing, unprotected piv (plz don’t do that), mention of drug use.

A/N: Yall I have had writers block so bad…I’m so sorry if this is garbage. I really tired 😭💜

I stood by the bonfire, my heart pounding in time with the crackling flames. The glow illuminated the faces of my friends—Noah, Nicholas, Folio, and Jolly—each one lost in the bliss of the moment. I couldn’t help but steal glances at Noah.

He was tall, lean, adorned with tattoos that coiled like vines up his neck and across his arms. In the dim light, he seemed to radiate strength. Noah. My best friend, my secret crush, oblivious to the feelings that swirled within me. I ignored them, pushed them down for so long…but it’s useless.

Folio and Jolly were perched on the tailgate of Folio's truck, while Noah and Nicholas loomed nearby, their laughter blending with the music drifting from speakers hidden in the crowd. With every chuckle, my heart fluttered. I wanted to tell Noah how I felt, to lay bare the secrets of my heart. Yet, every time I opened my mouth to speak, the words shriveled into silence. What if I ruined our friendship? What if he didn’t feel the same?

As I shook off my doubts, that’s when she arrived. Jordan. The name sent icy tendrils down my spine, conjuring memories of high school torment. There she was—strutting towards us like she owned the night, her shimmering hair catching the glow of the fire. She was the embodiment of the girl who made my life a living hell, and tonight she had chosen to swoop into my world once more.

"Hey, Noah!" she smiled, leaning against the side of Folio's truck with a flirtatious smile, as she playfully tugged at the hem of his hoodie, that instantly soured my stomach. "What’s a guy like you doing with a bunch of misfits?"

Laughter erupted in the group, but all I could focus on was the heat creeping up my neck. I could pretend I didn’t feel the flames of jealousy licking at my insides; I could act like I wasn’t feeling small and insignificant next to the Amazonian figure of Jordan. My fingers clenched and unclenched at my sides, desperate for release.

Noah chuckled awkwardly, side-eyeing me for a moment. "Just enjoying a bonfire. Nice to see you, Jordan." He nodded, taking a step back from her.

She leaned closer, her voice dripping with malice. "You could have a lot more fun with me" Then she turned her gaze to me, a wicked smile blooming on her lips. "What’s Roxy doing hanging out with all the boys? Shouldn't she be off somewhere shooting up with her mommy?”

Everyone was silent. Eyes widened in shock. The reaction was instantaneous, the alcohol coursing through my veins igniting a fire of courage I didn’t know I had. The scars from high school throbbed, and before I even registered what I was doing, I was stepping forward. “Say it again,” I demanded, my voice steady in its resolve. A quiet “oh shit” coming from somewhere behind me.

Jordan laughed, a sound that was anything but genuine. “What? You didn’t hear me?” She gave a fake pout, which only infuriated me further. "I said, 'Shouldn't you be off shooting up with your mother? Or maybe picking her up from another crackhouse?”

In less than a heartbeat, I charged, adrenaline coiling tightly in my chest. I lunged at her, and the shock in the crowd reverberated around me like an electric shock. I swept her legs from under her, and in a heartbeat, she was on the ground with a hard thud. “Fuck you!” I came down on her, my fists raining with a furious energy I didn’t know I possessed.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard gasps and murmurs ripple through the crowd, but they were drowned out by the pounding of my heart. Each punch was cathartic, breaking through years of pent-up anger, old wounds that had never fully healed.

But just as quickly as it had started, it ended. Noah’s arms were around me, pulling me away with a force that startled me back to reality. “Roxy! Stop!” His grip was firm, and his chest was solid against my back. I felt my fists clench and unclench, ready for more, but I made no more attempts. Breathing heavily, I turned to face him.

His large hands cupped my heated cheeks. “Are you okay?” His voice was low, concerned, but there was something else simmering beneath the surface—as if the situation sparked a fierce intensity within him.

Breathless, I nodded, though I could feel the remnants of adrenaline coursing through my veins. As the crowd began to murmur and disperse, Noah led me away from the fire, his arm around my waist, gently guiding me toward the makeshift parking lot in the gigantic field we were in. His grip was warm, sending sparks of something undeniable running through me.

Once we reached nicholas’s suv, he opened the door and sat me down in the passenger seat, standing between my thighs like an ever-looming wall of safety. “Where the hell did that come from?” he asked, his brows knitted together in concern, mixing with a hint of admiration that almost made my heart skip.

“I don’t know, Noah. I just…I can’t stand her. She used to do that shit to me in high school. She brought up my mom an—”

“Hey,” he interrupted softly, his expression shifting. “You shouldn’t let her get to you, she’s a fucking basic bitch that peaked in high school.”

I looked up at him, feeling the warmth of the evening wrap around us. “But she…I just wanted her to know I’m not the same girl she used to pick on anymore.” My breath hitched, the truth of it spilling out, sparking all sorts of feelings I hadn’t yet embraced.

“That much is clear, and I’m proud of you. I won’t lie, That was pretty bad ass.” he said, a slight smile breaking through. “And if I were her, I’d think twice before messing with you again.”

Noah’s words wrapped around me like an embrace, and for a moment, I felt invincible. “She wants you, and it makes me sick. She can’t take you away from me Noah..” I whispered, looking down as the weight of my emotions pressed on my chest.

He stepped even closer, the warmth of his body surrounded me, while his eyes searched mine. “You won’t lose me. You’re my best friend, Roxy. Always.”

“I’m sorry..” I sighed heavily dropping my head in embarrassment. He shook his head, his hand reaching out to stroke my cheek. "Don't apologize.” His touch sent a shiver down my spine, a sensation I had often felt around him but never wanted to acknowledge. I turned my face towards his hand, pressing a soft kiss on his palm.

"Thank you for always being there for me," I murmured, my eyes finally meeting with his.

In that moment, something shifted between us. The air crackled with unspoken feelings. He leaned in, his lips brushing mine softly, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. The kiss was soft and sweet, ending way too soon for my liking.

"I've wanted to do that for so long" he smiled, his smooth voice making me crazy. "I've always felt this way, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship." He eyed me almost nervously. Like he was waiting for my rejection.

I lifted my hand, lightly running it up his abdomen feeling every muscle beneath his shirt. I reached his neck, finally cupping his soft cheek in my hand. “Ive always wanted you Noah.” I whisper lightly, a small smile tracing my lips.

He smiled, a mix of relief and anticipation lighting up his handsome face. “You have me.” He whispered, running his big hands up my thighs.

Without waiting for a response, he leaned in again, this time not holding back. His lips were firm and demanding, yet tender, exploring every inch of my mouth as if memorizing the taste of me. I moaned softly, opening my mouth wider, inviting him in. His tongue slid against mine, a sensual battle for dominance that left mine breathless.

My hands roamed over his body, desperate to feel every inch of him. I tugged at his shirt, and he quickly obliged, shrugging it off, revealing his tatted up chest and abs. I couldn't resist running my hands over his skin, feeling the heat radiating from his body.

"Wait, not out here" Noah panted, breaking the kiss. "Scoot back"

I needed no further encouragement. I scrambled farther into the back seat, my heart pounding with anticipation. He followed, his eyes dark with lust, slamming the door closed behind him. He wasted no time, capturing my lips again as he pulled me onto his lap, my legs straddling his hips.

My fingers fumbled with his belt, eager to release the growing bulge in his jeans. He groaned as I freed his straining cock, stroking it gently, relishing the feel of his hardness in my hand.

"Fuck, baby," he breathed, his head falling back. "You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this"

I smiled, trailing light kisses over his jaw. "Show me, then.”

With that, he grabbed the hem of my jeans. He slid them down and off, before finally guiding his cock to my already soaking pussy, slowly lowering me onto him, taking him inch by inch. I gasped as he filled me, stretching me deliciously. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I began to ride him, my wetness clinging to his shaft.

"You feel so fucking good," he grunted, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Your pussy so fucking tight. So perfect." He groaned, pulling my shirt off throwing somewhere in the car.

His words only served to heighten my arousal. I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest as I quickened my pace. His hands roamed over my body, squeezing my breasts. A breathy moan escaped as he pinched my nipple, taking the other into his warm mouth sucking softly sending waves of pleasure through me.

"Fuck I'm so close," I whimpered, my voice breathless. "I'm gonna cum, Noah please."

He bucked his hips, driving himself deeper into me, at a fast pace. His lips released my nipple with a soft pop, as he groaned against my hot skin "Cum for me, baby. Let me feel it."

As if on cue, my orgasm crashed over me, ripples of pleasure radiating from my core. I cried out, my body trembling as he continued fucking me through it. Soon after he followed suit, his cock throbbing inside me as he came, filling me up.

Breathless and satisfied, I collapsed onto his chest, our hearts pounding in unison. He kissed the top of my head, his arms wrapped tightly around me. “Are you okay?” He whispered as his long fingers ran through my hair.

I lifted my head, cupping his cheeks with shaky hands. I kissed his lips softly, a huge smile falling over my lips. “I’m perfect.” He smiled, pecking my lips one last time before reaching for our clothes. We got dressed, and he turned toward me with his perfect smile. “You ready to go back out there?”

I sat quietly for a minute before giving him an answer. “Actually…can we go back home?” He smiled, nodding his head before leaving to round up the rest of the guys. My heart happy that the man I wanted, wanted me back.

[yujinnieswifeu]

can you do one where the reader feels like they have lost their sex appeal and asks a friend for help to understand the situation? (Here my inspo and can you do a g!p too plz)

Pairings: sub!fem reader x g!p dom!wonyoung

Warnings: smut, g!p wonyoung (wonyoung has a dick)

a/n: hi anon! Just wanna say thanks for the inspo, i really like it when people request a plot which you did, and also i rlly hope you enjoy this cause i sure did when i wrote🥹. U didn’t request any specific idol so i just went w wony to complete ot5 and also cause i feel she would fit this inspo the best! (Btw, i recognise the fanart hehe, should i write for genshin too? 🤭)

It has been weeks since you and Wonyoung did that. Every time you try to initiate it, she would decline it, telling you she wants to go to sleep or that she was tired. It has you overthinking, what if she doesn’t like you in that way anymore? Are you just not attractive to her? So many thoughts whirl in your mind and you really needed to let it out. So who else than your bestie? Surely she can help you with this situation right?

。。。(it means time skip)

“I..I don’t know how to tell you this.” You say, feeling embarrass even thinking about the situation you were going through now, your cheeks feeling hot at the thought of telling something so personal to your best friend. But she was the only one who you could rely on whenever you had troubles. “y/nnnn, you better tell me now.” She dragged her words, rolling her eyes in slight annoyance. You had been this way for the past 30 minutes, and Rei was starting to get frustrated she was not able to get it out from you.

“Fine! Ugh, ithinkilostmysexappeal!” The words comes out quickly, the pout on your face as you look at the floor instead, suddenly finding that to be more interesting. The sudden sound of laughter floods the café instead, your head immediately shoots up, looking at Rei who was now laughing. You looked around, seeing some people stare your way and you glared at her. “Keep it down!” You whispered and she wiped the tears that escaped from laughing so much. “I-i’m sorry, i just can’t believe you just said that.” She said, now more calmly as you sighed frustratingly.

“Wony has been ignoring my advances when i try to initiate.” You say truthfully, your brows furrow in thought, your expression showing how worried you were that Rei becomes serious. “And what does she say?” She frowns, her fingers wrapping around the straw as she stirs her drink, taking a sip of it. “She just tells me she does not feel like it, sometimes she says it’s because she’s tired. I’m worried Rei.” You looked at the table as you let out your emotions, and Rei pouts as she stares at you.

“Maybe she’s just tired like she says? Honestly, i know Wonyoung could never stop loving you with how she keeps talking about you.” You looked up at her, tilting your head. “How do you know that?” You were surprised, Rei has never told you stuff concerning your girlfriend before, so it came off as surprising for you. That was until you could see the slight tint of red on her cheeks, a smirk appearing on your face instead. “Rei…don’t tell me…it’s Liz isn’t it?” You squealed, and it wad Rei’s turn to look at the floor, covering her face.

“Aha, i knew it!” You say rather too loud, attracting some eyes at your table once again, and you mutter a sorry in their direction, looking at your friend who only groans. “Yes but i can’t help it when she looks like a teddy bear most of the time!” It was your turn to laugh, but not as loud this time, with Rei quickly bringing you back to the topic at hand. “Anyways, i think you don’t need to worry so much y/n yah, maybe you just need to..up your game?” She raises her brows in a playful manner, which makes you giggle a little. “You mean…dress something that makes her want to do that with me?” She nods her head, and you give it a thought.

Dress something..what always makes Wonyoung go crazy? Your mind reeled with different images of you, and you were sure your face was red. Rei was giggling at your face, taking pictures from her phone as you groaned, trying to snatch her phone from her.

。。。

You were nervous, your heart was racing every millisecond at this point, you looked at yourself one last time in the mirror, the headband rested on your head was one with bunny ears, and you had wore a lingerie with her favourite colour red. When Rei told you earlier to wear something that would make her go crazy, you immediately thought of this since you had wore something similar before and it had made her go feral. You just hoped the outfit you had on would make her go as feral as that time.

Soon you could hear the sounds of keys jangling, the door opening, and her voice ringing throughout the house.

“Baby i’m home!” She had said, and instead of replying or your usual, where you would greet her with a hug, you immediately jumped on the bed, sprawling yourself out instead to look sexy for her. “Babes?” Her voice echos again, and you could hear the door to your shared bedroom open, your heart was racing as she opens the door fully, her eyes immediately on yours as she froze there on the spot. Her eyes were boring holes into your skin, it made you feel naked, the electric feeling running through you. “Welcome home Wony..h-how do you like my outfit? I dressed up for you since you haven’t been giving my body attention a-and though-” She stops your rambling instead by kissing you with hunger, her hands lost in your hair as she slides them down your back, feeling your skin on her fingers as you melted into her, moaning against her lips.

She pulled away, her eyes now a darker shade of brown, as she bit her bottom lip. “My bunny wants attention that bad huh?” There was that nickname, you only whimper at her words, her hand slides up to play at your headband, stroking the ears as her eyes stayed glue to yours. “Fuck..you make me so hard y/n..” She whispers against your ears, her tongue probes out, flicking against your earlobe as she grinds herself against you, making you feel how hard she was and you gasp, your fingers around her back pulling her closer to you. “Y-you feel that bunny?” Panting, she pulls away, giving you a show as she undo her blouse and unclasps her bra quickly, the bra falling off as she throws it somewhere across the room, leaving the blouse on as she knew what it does to you.

Moving next to you, she pats her lap and you get the message, your thighs over hers as you watch her undo her belt. The bulge was already obvious, poking at her pants wanting to be freed of its confinements. It only makes you squirm on her lap, watching her as she finally pulls down her pants, helping her to get rid of it fully as you throw it at the edge of the bed. You stared at her covered bulge again, a damp spot evident on her panties. It makes you bite your lips, and you hear her clicking her tongue. “Eyes up here bunny.” The nickname rolls over her lips, making you whimper again as you look up into her eyes, feeling like a prey as she stares into yours like a predator. “I want to see you bounce on me bunny, you’re good at that aren’t you? You’re a bunny after all” She cocks her head to one side, and you nod your head desperately. The feeling between your legs was uncomfortable at this point, just aching to be filled with her cock.

You feel her pressing her fingers over your clothed area, the pressure on your clit makes you move your hips, moaning softly for her. She bites her lips, watching you as you masturbate on her fingers, it only makes her harder. She stills your hips with her other hand, sliding your panties to one side, looking down at how wet you are, it almost makes her moan. “Fuck…you’re such a fucking tease huh bunny? Wearing my favourite colour on you..and those bunny ears, you know what it does to me.” She groans, feeling her squeeze at your hip where her hand stayed, before feeling her pull your body closer to her, reaching to take her cock, stroking it and slapping it over your clit.

You gasp, your hands gripping her shoulders as she continues to slap her tip over your clit, making it red and puffy just how she likes it. “So pretty for me, i love you like this bunny..now show me how you bounce on my cock.” She orders, making you whine out. Your hand goes to your panties, wanting to take them off before feeling her hands stop you. “Don’t. I want it on bunny.” She warns, her eyes glaring into yours to not talk back which makes you gulp instead, feeling her guide her tip over your sopping hole. Your eyes rolls to the back when you feel her tip past your hole, the feeling only makes you moan loudly, gripping at her shoulders.

She pulls you down slowly over her cock, letting you adjust to her size before she was fully inside of you. The feeling only makes you whimper, as you start to bounce on her cock. She groans as she watches you move up and down on her cock, her hands goes to your ass, giving them a small squeeze before spreading your asscheeks apart, stretching your hole. It only makes it easier for you to move all the way, the added sensation causes your body to tremble slightly, a shiver running down your spine as you continue to milk her dry.

“W-what a good bunny.” She praises you, pressing her lips on yours as you both make out messily, her tongue slides across your bottom lip asking for access and you part your lips, the feeling of her tongue around yours makes you moan softly, still bouncing on her cock. You could feel her fingers running up your spine, making you shiver as she goes to unclasp your bra.

Pulling away from the kiss, she watches you as you continue to masturbate yourself over her cock, the feeling of your walls wrapping around her makes her moan softly, her hand goes over to your breasts as they shake with each bounce, stimulating them. She could feel your walls tightening around her, making her head tilt to the back as she lets out a throaty moan. “S-so fucking tight bunny.” She groans out, before gripping on your hips, guiding you over her cock.

You could feel your stomach coil, the need to come washes over you “I-i need to cum please Wony?” You struggle to say, and she holds your hip in place, driving her cock in and out of your pussy instead. You cry out, head lost in her neck as she moves her hips even faster, fucking you roughly, making your eyes roll. “I-i’m going to breed this pussy full of my bunnies, o-oh fuck fuck fuck, cum with me bunny!” Her words only sends you over the edge as you cum all over her cock, your eyes rolls back as you see white, crying out her name as your walls closes around her, feeling her seeds paint your insides white.

She pants softly, your head nestled in her neck as you both take some time to come down from your shared orgasms. “Wow.” She wearily says, her fingers drawing lazy circles on your back. You look up at her, and she smiles down at you. “Finally back to earth?” She teases, and you roll your eyes playfully. “Well no, i’m still in heaven.” You reply, a smile forming on your face and you could see her cheeks turn slightly red. It was like a whole different demeanour from when she fucked you, but you liked it either way.

“You going to tell me why you dressed up as a bunny now?” She changes the topic, and it makes you bite your bottom lip nervously. “I just…just thought that i lost my sex appeal.” You tell her truthfully, and her brows furrows in thought, thinking back on how she has been the past few days, the realisation hits her and she sighs. “Baby, look at me.” She says, making you look up into her eyes and she cups your cheeks in her palms. “I’m sorry, i didn’t notice i was neglecting my poor bunny, but i swear i still love you okay? I’ve just been really busy with work and just want to sleep each time i hit the bed.” She pouts, her eyes now looking sad as she stares at your face. You gave her a comforting smile instead, before pressing your lips on hers once more.

“And i’m sorry i did not communicate this with you sooner, it was wrong of me too.” She giggles, her infamous grin appearing on her face instead. “Well, i quite like this one though, you looked so hot in that bunny outfit.” She bites her bottom lip, and you only hide your face against her neck, whining for her to stop teasing you. Giggling, she pulls your face to hers, pecking your lips. “I love you my bunny.” She says, her forehead against yours. “I love you too Wony. And we should wash up now.” You were about to pull away before she pulls you back into her embrace.

“No, let’s stay in this position for a while, i like being inside of you my bunny.” She teases, and you knew you had a long night ahead of you.

[heavenhealy]

so sorry to hear you’re sick :(( buttttt since we’re here can i request a cumplay blurb :)))

sorry this took me a hot minute I got busy and then lost motivation for writing for a sec but here ya go :) content warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, lots of talk about come and coming inside, fingering (f receiving), they’re obsessed w each other and aren’t quite ready to admit it, dirty talk! Please do not read if you’re uncomfortable or under 18! Also there are probably typos but I literally wrote this on my phone while I waited for the bus so lower your expectations for me plz

When you first started hooking up with Matty it was just that- hooking up. A fun fling for the two of you to occupy each others empty nights and you never really minded the one and done nature of your time together. You both had bigger careers and issues to focus on, and the certain nature of your relationship was almost calming in a world full of questions. You had your routine of meeting, talking briefly about life, making out and then sliding on Matty’s condom and getting to business.

Until you grew particularly tired of the condom part of the routine.

“Please, Matty, I haven’t been with anyone else since I haven’t got the time, and I’m on the pill anyway.” You plead to him, already half naked in the silky sheets of his bed. His lips part in shock, eyes round with disbelief.

“You’re sure?” He stares dumbly for a few more seconds, eyes miraculously not even straying to your naked tits, before his mind reboots. A groan rumbles deep in his throat. “I haven’t been with anyone else either.”

You try to ignore the shard of hope that lodges into your chest with that knowledge, but it quickly get overwhelmed by lust as Matty comes in for a searing kiss, wasting no time in shoving his tongue between your lips. His brain has surely caught up with the new information as he desperately scrambles to rid you of your panties, mumbling affirmations of how sexy you look while he goes.

“On your back, wanna see you take this cock.” You follow instructions easily, laying down against the pillows and spreading your legs for him. He moans out loud, whether at the sight of your bared pussy or the idea that he gets to be in it raw you aren’t sure.

He leans forward, strong arms caging in each side of your head, curls tickling against your forehead. You’re dazzled by his beauty this close, all the little gray hairs and pores that make him so endearingly human.

“I’m going to fucking fill you up.” The promise comes just before he drives into you, cock stretching your walls divinely. You both moan at the new feeling of all the ridges of him fitting perfectly within the confines of your warm walls.

Your eyes roll back as he sets his favorite steady and punishing pace, the headboard rattling above the pair of you as he marks the skin on your neck with purple bruises.

“You feel so fucking good, love. Why didn’t we do this shit earlier? I’m going fucking crazy being in you raw, you naughty little thing.”

His words go straight to your pussy and it’s almost embarrassing how close you are just from him talking to you, but the telltale twitch of his cock tells you that he’s just as wound up by this new venture.

“Matty please, want you to come in me, please please please?” If you were any more cognizant you might have even made and effort to bat your lashes at him, but the overwhelming burn of desire to be filled up by him takes over. Tears stream down the sides of your face as your pleasure hangs just moments away.

“You want me to fill up this pretty little pussy, keep you all dripping full of me? Wanna walk around the rest of the night knowing who you belong to?” His words are punctuated by moans as your pussy flutters around him.

“Fucking come then, come on,” Matty pushes two fingers over your clit roughly, just two circles of the nerves before you’re launching headfirst into your orgasm. Your vision blanks but you can hear him talking you through it as you rake your nails over his shoulders.

“Such a good girl, coming so hard for me, huh? That’s exactly what I wanted, love, so fucking sexy.” His words ground you as your body settles, and your eyes focus just fast enough to see the way his own scrunch in pleasure, hips faltering for just a moment before he’s grunting in that deep guttural way that only happens before he comes.

“Gonna fill you right up, love, all the cum you deserve.” His eyes roll as he cums, pushing his hips as far forward as they can go to be sure he gets you full. You keen at the sensation, body going into overdrive at the idea of your fantasy being fulfilled. Matty moans your name and it’s only then you realize you’re coming again just from being filled, a small orgasm that has your walls clenching around him, drawing as much of his release into you as possible.

Your pussy throbs as Matty kisses your forehead, the silent sign that he’s about to pull out of you. You grimace in anticipation for the rush of cum leaving you but it still feels mildly disappointing even as it happens.

Matty catches your face and chuckles, eyes focused on the mess of cum dripping out of you.

“Don’t be disappointed, love. It’s hot watching me drip out of ya.”

You roll your eyes at his boyishness.

“Be hotter if it was still in me,” you comment, half expecting him to just laugh and slap your leg playfully, but his features crumple in concentration, and before you know it his hand is between your legs, fingers dancing along the seam of your pussy.

Your body jolts and you moan in sensitivity but nod to tell him to continue.

Matty gathers his cum as it leaks from you onto his fingers and pushes it back into you. The feeling is odd but having his fingers inside of you sparks pleasure in your stomach again. You moan and Marty’s grin widens: mischief championing his features as he speeds up, hooking three fingers into your pussy and fingering you the way you had taught him you like. The extra squelch of his cum leaking around his fingers makes him moan too.

“Fucking dirty girl, making me cum in you and then push it back in when we’re done.” His tone is gentle despite his words, and he even plants a kiss to the inside of your knee as you squirm from pleasure. You feel the familiar crest of an orgasm coming and you don’t even have to tell Matty, he knows your body so well that he can tell by the way your breathing quickens and your hands clench at the sheets under you.

“C’mon then, love. Come again just from my fingers in this little pussy. Get my cum all up in there, yeah? Make sure your body knows you belong to me.”

You cum again, this time in a way that has your legs trembling with exertion as if you’d just run a marathon. Your tears are plentiful this time, rolling down your face with reckless abandon as your nerves spark with pleasure and sensations you can’t really describe.

Matty hurries to depart from between your legs, carefully climbing up the bed to be beside you as he cradles you, kissing your cheeks as you recover from all the sensations in your body.

“There’s my lovely girl,” his smile dazzles you and you can almost forget that he just made you cum three times.

“Hi, thank you,” you immediately lean forward for a kiss and he meets it, surprisingly sweet and gentle.

“I should be the one thanking you, I never would have had the courage to ask that if you hadn’t first. But that does remind me, we should get dressed.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him, struggling to keep up with the mental gymnastics he uses so often.

“We’ve got to go to the pharmacy. Unless you want to keep the option open for a baby. I’m not banking on that pill, love. Especially since we’re never going back from doing all this.”

Despite the fact he’s literally talking about buying you plan B, it warms your heart to know he knows you well enough that you would want the extra layer of assurance. Your eyes twinkle as he helps you out of the bed, unabashedly checking you out as you walk to the bathroom together to clean up.

[darksber]

my irl depression has gotten so bad to the point where I just wanna crawl back to dumblr

[xoxo-teddybear]

He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 1

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings - Angst, Physical Harm, Cursing, accused Cheating, Katsuki’s insecurities

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: This is my first writing piece but this has been stuck in my mind since v-day is coming up so I had to get it out. Plz enjoy!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Y/N is so busy around Valentine’s, her lack of attention towards her Pomeranian is causing him to freak out and do the worst of the worst

Love is in the air! The birds are singing, The breeze is blowing, the setting sun is shining, and the explosive teen is.....well, bruting.

Can you blame him though? Y/N’s been a little distant ever since February started. Even right now, instead of enjoying their time together in a quiet park, she’s staring down at her phone doing who knows what.

Why? Was he not good enough? Has she gotten tired of him? They’ve only been together for a little over a year. Is she talking to someon- no. Katsuki stopped himself from thinking like that. There’s no way his precious teddy bear would ever do that. Not only that, he was the best there is. Why would she even try to go?

“You dumbass. You’re missing this.” Bakugou sighed. “Huh? What? Missing what?” Y/N looked around looking for whatever “this” was until Bakugou grabbed her chin to force her to look him in the eyes. “THIS DUMBASS! US! You’re so focused on that dumb phone. Jeez, can’t a guy just get his girl’s attention.” Bakugou said dramatically.

It wasn’t that Y/N wasn’t giving him attention, it’s that it wasn’t the same. Yea she right there snuggled into his arm. And yea she was petting his hair just the way he liked. And YES, she was peppering his face with kisses from time to time. But it all felt off? Like only half her energy was put into the love and affection.

“Suki, aren’t u being a little dramatic. I’m right here with you baby. I’m sorry if I’ve been a little distracted. Come here dummy.” And as Y/N pulls Bakugou in for a tighter hug all he can do is release a “hmph” while falling into it...until her phone went (ding!) once again. And she went to check it. Once again.

Bakugou was getting tired so he got up and suggested they’d head back to UA. Y/N only got up and began to walk beside him, hand in hand, while still checking her phone time to time. And Bakugou was getting sick of it

*Wtf is she doing on that piece of junk? What could be so important she would half ass our entire evening together? .....Could she possibly be talking to someone else?............no.* Bakugou let those negative thoughts die down as they continued their journey back.

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A few days later

“COME ON!!” Bakugou screamed as he realeased a blast towards Kirishima. When Bakugou invited him to train, The red head initially thought it was to ...you know..TRAIN. But after some time, the blonde’s best friend began to see the bigger picture.

“Dude. What’s up with you man? We always go full on during training, but it’s not even like you’re trying to hit me. It feels like you’re just taking your anger out on me.” Kirishima said.

“Congrats on noticing shitty hair, I’m glad somebody’s noticing my damn mood.” Weirded out by his friend’s unusual openness, the red head continued to ask.

“So what’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“But you just-“

“NOPE!”

Bakugou exclaimed as he began to gather his stuff to leave the training area. “BAKUGOU!” Kiri shouted. “WHAT!” “.......it’s Y/N isn’t it?”

Upon hearing that, the blonde turned to look at his best friend with this sad puppy dog look. And man, if Katsuki had doggy ears, everyone would see how low they’d go. His best friend didn’t need to see it though, he could tell those ears would be 6 ft under if they were actually there bc there’s nothing hiding Katsuki’s vulnerability when it comes to Y/N. As the two best friends go to sit on the bleachers, Bakugou takes a deep breath before saying his thoughts.

“I think Y/N is cheating on me.”

“................HUH???!!!!”

Kirishima went from “caring and considerate” to “WHATDIDHESAYYY” in seconds. Y/N L/N?? Cheating?? Ok. Y/N was one fiesty girl, and she definitely had sass, power, attitude, and a little mischief, but she also had kindness, compassion, consideration, and honesty flowing though her. Not to mention extreme loyalty. There’s no way.

“Look man, with all due respect, I think you’ve finally lost it.” The red head laughed. “I’m being serious shitty hair.” The blonde stated. “She’s been so distracted lately. She’s always with me but it’s like her mind is also somewhere else. And not to mention that damn phone she’s always on now. She can’t go 30 minutes without checking it at least twice. And not only that, when she does leave to do whatever, she’s gone for hours at a time! What’s a guy supposed to think with all of that?! I mean it’d make sense if she wanted to leave. I get it, I can get loud, and yell, and I get angry a lot but.. she knows I never mean it, right? I call her a dumbass like i do everyone else...ugh but she isn’t just everyone else, she’s my girlfriend and she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.....SO WHY TF IS SHE CHEATIN-“ before the blonde could continue, his best friend cut him off.

“BAKUGOU” “WHAT??!!” “....talk to her.” Kirishima said. “What?” Bakugou asked. Kirishima continued. “Cheating is a real sensitive topic in a relationship. I don’t wanna give my opinion on something that could ruin something amazing. C’mon man, we both know Y/N isn’t like that but who am I to tell you what to do. I wanna help, I do, but I think it’s best if you go to her with all this. Honestly though, if you asked me, Y/N would be the last person I’d ever think of when it came to cheating on ANYTHING. Especially the guy she cares so much about.” And with that last sentence, Kirishima stood up from his spot and pat Bakugou on his shoulder before exiting.

With Bakugou left with nothing but his thoughts and Kirishima’s advice, he left and headed straight towards your room.

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“Shut up!” You excitingly screamed though the phone. “You really found the last part?”

“Yup, it only took about 6 different stores across the entire city.” Shinsou sarcastically replied. “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know and I appreciate it. Katsuki’s gonna love his gift!” You said.

With Valentine’s Day around the corner, you’ve been preparing only the best Valentine’s Day surprise for the best boyfriend in the world. You’ve been so busy planning your surprise that I guess you could say you haven’t been giving Katsuki the massive amount of attention he’s used to from you, but you can definitely say it’ll all be worth it when he sees one of his presents that you’ve been working on. A silencer for his gauntlet blasts that not only decreases the volume of his attacks, but also increases his attack power. You remember how Bakugou had vented about his attacks being too loud that they scare people, but when he tried to keep them quiet, the attack isn’t as powerful so saving can be quite difficult. He only spoke about it once, but you could see the look on his face whenever he was out using his quirk around civilians. So why not give him a device that’ll help with his loud little problem. Now were you a support class student who knew how to make support items? Hell no. But were you a loving girlfriend willing to give her man the best Valentine’s Day ever? Hell yeah.

The piece of gear would’ve been easier to make IF it weren’t for a pesky piece of the project getting destroyed by Shinsou after he made Denki electrocute himself while he was right next to your prototype on the table. So to make it up to you, Shinsou went all around town looking for the piece you needed to complete your support item for Katsuki. Finally, all pieces had come together.

“He better. That damn bastard doesn’t know how amazing his girlfriend is. Instead of ignoring his ass these past few weeks, you sent ME to get all this shit for you so you could keep your precious Pomeranian happy.” Shinsou said while rolling his baggy eyes.

As Bakugou approached the outside of your dorm room’s door, he heard your voice.

“You know, you’re so right. That Pomeranian is unaware of just exactly how amazing I am. I really could’ve left whenever but I stuck around.” You snorted. “Well I’m glad I had you with me through it all Shinsou.”

*Pomeranian? SHINSOU?!? Through IT ALL?!?!? YOU WERE WITH THAT PURPLE HAIRED, SLEEP DEPRIVED ASS MIND CONTROLLING FREAK?!?? AND YOU WERE WITH HIM THE ENTIRE TIME YOU’VE BEEN DATING BAKUGOU?!?*

Oh to say Katsuki was pissed was an understatement. He felt all these emotions hitting him all at once. Anger, Disgust, Pain, Betrayal. It all became too much for him before Katsuki ran away from your down with his bed down and silent tears hitting the floor. When he let himself fall to the floor in the privacy of his room he screamed into his hands. His first love, his first real relationship, his teddy bear betraying his love, loyalty, and trust for over an entire year. After hours of crying, Katsuki was able to pull himself into bed. He couldn’t even bring himself to shower even though he spent all that time in the gym with Kirishima. He just wanted to sleep to escape reality. As he looked at his phone, he saw 1 missed call from Y/N, and 1 text saying “Goodnight love💗💥!” Bakugou scoffed at the text. Figuring u must be texting Shinsou the same thing. As Bakugou placed his phone down, an evil thought came to mind. Ruin her.

Bakugou smirked to himself as he had this pyscho and sinister look on his face. He would ruin Y/N. They haven’t officially broken up yet, so he could hurt her just as she hurt him. And Bakugou wasn’t stupid or so he thought he’s aware Valentine’s is coming up, so why not break little Y/N L/N’s heart on a day dedicated to nothing but love and happiness. It’ll be the perfect revenge on a little satin like her. Bakugou finally turned on his side with an evil, satisfied smile, and fat tears in his eyes once more.

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The next morning, Katsuki got up with a broken heart, but he figured if he wanted his plan to work, he had to fake this smile. Getting up, getting ready, and getting dressed was business as usual, but meeting up with Y/N in the morning was now off the schedule. Instead of going into her room to check on her like he usually does, he just went straight to breakfast and straight to class without speaking to anyone.

With Class 1-A seated and Mr.Aizawa at the head of the classroom, the students can finally start their first lesson of the day. Until, the door slid wide open. There stood an exhausted and quite frankly dishelved Y/N. “My apologies sensei. I was up late last night and overslept. Please forgive me.” Y/N said as she bowed her head in sorry. “Just take your seat L/N.” The tired eye teacher said.

As Y/N walked to her desk, she noticed Bakugou wouldn’t even glance her way. She was a little thrown off since it would be normal for him to at least give her a judgemental look for sleeping in, but no. Nothing.

Bakugou on the other hand was writhing in agony. Oh how he wanted to check on Y/N and make sure everything was fine, but that voice in the back of his head couldn’t help but tell him to ignore her since she’s a cheater. She may have been the girl he’s loved dearest, but she was also the one causing his heart to shatter.

After a few classes, Y/N tried to approach Bakugou several times, but each time he brushed her off. And when the bell finally rang for lunch, you can bet Katsuki was the first one out the door. Y/N followed him of course, in worry and concern.

“Babe! Baby! Katsuuu!!! KATSUKII!” Y/N whined for her boyfriend to at least look at her but once again. Nothing. Bakugou wanted to hug her and hold her tight but he couldn’t. Not after what she’s done. Right before Bakugou entered the cafeteria, Y/N pulled him aside and held onto his wrists.

“Baby? Hey, what’s up with you? I’ve been calling your name and trying to talk to you but you keep brushing me off. You also didn’t stop by this morning. Is something wrong, love?” Y/N was hoping for something. ANYTHING at this point. And it was like the gods heard her prayer because she definitely got....something. “My bad.” The blonde haired boy dryly replied. “....Oh, um, ok suki.” The poor girl just thought her dear boyfriend was having a bad day, so she just left it alone and let him go. But still, even on his worse days he would at least visit her in the mornings. As they sat down with the bakusquad, the entire table noticed how Bakugou sat up and moved across from Y/N after she chose to sit next to him like usual. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and Kirishima could already feel what had gone down. He at least knew his bro didn’t talk to his girl. Not manly at all.

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Valentine’s Day

During lunch, Kirishima has finally decided to speak to Bakugou about this whole thing. He hasn’t been getting any updates since their time in the gym, so when it was just him and his best friend having lunch together, he went for it.

“Man what the hell is going on with you and Y/N? I’ve noticed you’ve been avoiding her like crazy,” Kirishima said while stuffing his face, nervous about the answer. “I was right all along.” The blonde sadly spoke. “She’s been cheating on me since the start of our entire relationship. And with that baggy eyed freak from 1-B.”

Kirishima couldnt believe what he was hearing. He almost choked on his food. Y/N was actually cheating. I guess people don’t know people as well as he thought. “.....wow...I’m sorry man.” The red haired friend said. He was at a lost for words and didn’t know what else to say. *sigh* “don’t be. It all goes down tonight.” Bakugou said with a sad smile. “What do you mean?” His friend asked. The blonde looked at him right in his red eyes. “I’m breaking her heart tonight, on the one day of the year dedicated to love.”

Meanwhile

Instead of going to lunch, Y/N spent her time finishing up Katsuki’s surprise in his room. Yeah, he’s been having a bad past few days so why not bring him a smile with these amazing gifts on the day of love. Although Y/N didn’t really feel the love today (due to Katsuki again being so distant and ignoring her “good morning blasty💥💗!” And “Happy Valentine’s Day my love♥️!” Texts) she was determined to make sure Katsuki knew just exactly how much she loved him. She was almost done setting up in his room. Rose petals on the bed, Candles everywhere, 4 different gifts including his new support item made by you, his favorite meal is going to be set here on his table, and you and him together spending every loving second with each other. Y/N didn’t realize that because of her setup, she missed the entire rest of the day. “Meh, so worth it when I see the look on Suki’s face.” Tonight is going to be perfect.....or so you thought.

You didn’t expect to find Katsuki in your room, sitting on the edge of you bed waiting for you with his head hanging low and his shoulders slumped.

*maybe he has a surprise for me....? Yea that has to be it!* Y/N happily thought as she closed the door.

“Suki!! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Y/N said with all the love in her heart as she ran and jumped on the boy for a hug. But Bakugou didn’t say anything. He didn’t move. He just glanced back up at her, giving her this cold stare. Y/N was too busy professing her undying love for her boyfriend to even notice his scary silence. “Suki I’m really glad it’s you who I have in my life,” the love sicken girl bashfully spoke while looking at the ground. “You make me so happy and I feel so blessed being able to spend my life with you in it. I really hope you know just how much I care and lov-“ Bakugou couldn’t listen to this bullshit anymore. He pushed Y/N off of him just before she could say those 3 words that would get him to break.

“Hey! Suki? Why would you do that?!” Y/N exclaimed while standing back up. “I hate you.” The blonde spoke coldly. As those words left his mouth, Y/N heart and world were falling apart. Her eyes went wide open and her jaw slightly dropped. As she was about to say something else, Katsuki cut her off with “I’m breaking up with your dumbass. Right here. Right now!” Bakugou yelled. Y/N was in shock. She felt hurt, pain, she was just feeling so broken.

As tears filled her eyes, she asked “w-why?” as she tried to reach out to him. “Why? WHY?!” Bakugou screamed as he stood up above her slapping her hand away. “THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WHY, Y/N. YOU’RE A FUCKING CHEATER, THATS WHY!” The blonde yelled in her face. Y/N couldn’t believe it. He thought she was cheating? Why would she even do that? She already has the best person in the world for her so why? “DONT EVEN GIVE ME THAT “it didn’t mean anything, Suki!” BULLSHIT. I DONT GIVE A FUCK, CUZ YOU’VE BEEN CHEATING ON ME AND PLAYING ME FOR A DAMN FOOL THIS ENTIRE FUCKING TIME!” Bakugou went on as his voice began to crack while tears flowed down his porcelain face. “YOU LIED TO ME. I GAVE YOU MY ENTIRE BEING AND YOU FUCKING LIED. YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH, I CANT BELIEVE I EVER LOVED A SORRY EXCUSE OF A PERSON LIKE YOU. I HATE YOU SO DAMN MUCH, I DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FUCK I SAW IN YOU!” Y/N’s heart hit the ground. No actually, it went 6 ft under because after all that he’s said, her heart is dead. Broken. In agony. “Suki I-“ “DONT FUCKING CALL ME THAT L/N.” Hearing him refer to her with her family name hit so hard. “KATSUKI PLEASE! I DIDNT DO ANYTHING I SWEA-“ as Y/N tried to reach out to him, he interrupted her again and pushed her hand away. “I SAID DONT CALL ME THAT!”

The blonde yelled, except this time....he didn’t only yell. The burning scent of smoke came into his nose and the loud explosion could be heard throughout the building. The product of what he just did came to him. He just attacked the love of his life. As much as Y/N hurt him, Katsuki still loved her with his everything. And the fact that he subconsciously attacked her broke him even more. Y/N’s screams of pain reached his ears, as he looked down and saw his precious teddy bear with a burned arm and fat tears on her face, crying in pain.

Bakugou ran down to her level to try and help her. “Y/N! Hey, hey teddy bear look I’m so-“ Y/N pushed him away before he could continue. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU BAKUGOU?!” Ouch. His family name felt like poison coming from your tongue. “Princess, I’m sorry I didn’t-“ “SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK FOR ONCE YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Y/N screamed as she stood up to face him. “I DIDNT FUCKING CHEAT ON YOU. WHY THE HELL WOULD I DO THAT WHEN YOU’RE THE BEST DAMN THING THATS EVER HAPPENED TO ME?!..ah!” Y/N was cut off by the stinging of her wound, and Bakugou couldn’t do anything but stare. Y/N grabbed onto her wound before continuing. “I love you Bakugou. I wouldn’t even dream about doing wrong by you. I thought I was a good girlfriend or at least a good person-“ Bakugou quickly interrupted “No! Y/N you are, I just-“ “If I am then what the hell made you even think of me so lowly? What the hell did I do to make you question my loyalty? What the hell did I do that was worthy of you burning my fucking arm?!” Y/N cried out.

Silence fell upon the room. It felt like hours before anybody said anything. Both people had heavy tears in their face now. One crying because he realized he was an idiot and harmed the girl who did nothing wrong, and One crying because she did nothing wrong but ended up being a villain in her loved one’s life. Y/N broke the silence with a scoff.

“You know what Suki?” Y/N said looking him in the eyes. “Yes teddy bear?” Bakugou quickly replied with wide, desperate eyes upon hearing the loving nickname, thinking they would move on from this horrible incident. “Get the fuck out.” Y/N said in a low voice. Bakugou was shocked. He knew he fucked up horribly but after realizing the truth, he can’t leave you! He loves you too damn much for that! “What? Y/N please listen to me, I’m sor-“ “I DONT GIVE A FUCK! Leave..please.” The sad girl cried. Bakugou grabbed onto her shoulders begging her to not end this. “Y/N please! Please princess! I’m so fucking sorry! I’m an idiot, I know, and I definitely don’t deserve you but please I can’t lose you.” Bakugou said with tears falling down his face. “Please don’t do this to us. Please don’t do this to me, I’m BEGGING YOU.” “Bakugou-“ The sad boy cut you off, shaking his head, “ NO ITS SUKI. YOUR SUKI. YOUR KATSUKI.......please teddy bear I need you.......h-here let me help yo-”

You harshly pushed the boy off of you and as he tried to desperately go back to you, you used your quirk to keep him at bay. “Bakugou Katsuki. I’m leaving this room since you won’t, and I won’t come back until I know you’re out of my room.” Y/N began as she looked at him with cold, sad eyes. “From now on, you won’t have to worry about this bitch because I’ll stay out of your life, I swear. Don’t look at me, don’t touch me, DONT EVEN TALK TO ME. Just leave me alone....we’re done.” And with that Y/N ran out of her room, and out of the building, needing to get away from the place for a little bit. She could deal with her wound later. She just needed to get away. Bakugou just stood there in sadness and shock. As much as he wanted to run after you, he figured he’d give you a little breather. You guys could fix things in the morning...right?

Bakugou waited an hour in your room waiting for you, but you were right. You really weren’t coming back until he left your private area. So that’s what he did. With a heavy heart, he picked himself up and dragged his feet back to his dorm. He looked like a mess. He knew he did. Messy hair, red swollen eyes, dry lips. His entire body screamed heartbroken. When he open the door, instant regret and love hit him at once. His room was covered with rose petals and flowers, there were candles everywhere, heart shaped balloons all around, he had 4 different boxes of gifts, and two plates of extra spicy curry was set on his table, obviously cold now. What caught his eye was that one of the gift boxes had a note attached to it. With tears in his eyes, he read it.

Hey Suki! It’s Valentine’s Day! I love you to the moon and back and so much more. There’s no words that are able to describe the way I feel about you. You drive me insane in all the right ways and I love it! Lol. I hope you like your Valentine’s Day surprise. I’ve been working for weeks on it, so I’m sorry if I’ve been a little distracted. I know I’ve been kinda absent these past few days but I promise I’ll make it up to you love! Hopefully I can start with this gift that I’ve been working on. Enjoy your brand new grenade silencer! Made it myself just for you. There’s nothing else in the world like this. I love you Bakugou Katsuki!

(P.S. If Shinsou from 1-B gives you shit about it, it’s because I made him drag his ass everywhere to look for a missing part so I wouldn’t have to leave you so much)

XOXO, Your forever teddy bear <3

As he quickly opened the gift, he saw it. A silencer that would attach to his gauntlets to make the sound quieter and the blast even more powerful. It was incredible. You are incredible. He only ever mentioned the sound of his blasts once, and you listened and you fixed it.

Bakugou shook as tears began to fall onto the paper. He couldn’t believe it. Everything started coming together now. The reason you were so distracted was because you were setting this up for him. You were always on the phone because you were assembling pieces and ordering gifts for him. You weren’t cheating on him with Shinsou. You were making sure he could find something that you needed for him. Y/N L/N was truly the best girlfriend in the world. Scratch that, she is the best girlfriend in the world. No scratch that too, she’s just the best, period. And Bakugou’s idiotic self ruined everything for him. All because he couldn’t have a little faith in his teddy bear. As Katsuki cried and cried, he set everything aside.

He took the petals off his bed. He didn’t deserve it. He blew out the candles around his room. He didn’t deserve it. He popped the balloons, and ignored the food. He laid in bed with more tears than ever, and looked at the ceiling. He finally turned to his side to fall asleep, but not before grabbing the picture on his bedside nightstand. A picture of you and him. He remembers that picture oh so clearly. It was his birthday, and while he didn’t want to celebrate, you did everything in your power to make it the best one yet. And you did just that. Bakugou hugged that picture so tight, because he didn’t have you in his arms tonight. He didn’t think he would ever have you in his arms again. So Bakugou Katsuki continued to cry until he was asleep, escaping from the reality of him losing his love, his teddy bear, his princess, and his Y/N.

Bakugou Katsuki never lost, no. He’s always been ahead, always number one, always the best. He always won and achieved and nothing ever stopped him. Except this time, the only thing that stopped him and caused him to lose, was himself. He lost. He lost his everything. His world, his rock, his heart, his Y/N. He’s lost without her in his life, and at this point he thinks he’s lost at life. There was nothing that could fix him unless it was you coming back to him.

Bakugou Katsuki? He’s lost.

A/N: HOLY SHIT! That was my very first writing piece and it was just a Drabble of a thought I’ve been having. Sorry if it’s a little off and weird, I’m still new to writing but hopefully I’ll get better. This was NOT spell checked so my apologies for any mistakes. I hope you enjoyed reading this! Thx for the love!

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I couldn't find any rules but I hope this is ok. If not then plz ignore it ^^;; After their overbolt, while Riddle, Leona, Azul and Jamil/ or Idia are resting, suddenly their s/o who is also badly injured from the fight comes in apologise for not noticing that they were suffering -until they overbolt ?? something like that ._.

I did it as scenarios, hope you don’t mind~~~

Sorry for taking so, so long, but I hope you will like it!!

Also, I put everything under the cut. There’s nothing too explicit, it’s just in case.

I swear I suck at angst

warnings: blood, injuries, 

,,I’m so sorry Riddle. I… I haven’t realized how m-much you had suffered”

,,I should have stopped Ace and Deuce…. I should have asked you about your feelings first”

At this point Riddle was sure you were just mumbling incoherently. Your watery eyes and faltering voice that was barely audible made his heart twist. Crimson was painted all over you and Riddle simply couldn’t believe that he was the reason behind your current state. Blood was slowly pouring from the back of your head down your neck, staining your clothes. Your arms were adorned with small cuts, your wrist looked rather dislocated and Riddle suspected that you he may have broken your ribs accidentally too. Your breathing was becoming shallow and words barely left your mouth.

He was stunned you were standing on your own.

Not for long.

One hesitant step resulted in you losing your balance. Riddle was quick enough to catch you. You were beyond exhausted.

,,Shhh, don’t say anything Y/N. I forbade you from apologising”

Riddle’s voice was no longer severe or strict. You could almost feel the guilt and profound sadness behind it with a hint of anger on himself. It was all his fault. Not yours. Then why were you apologising?

Riddle didn’t understand you.

He should be apologising you.

Because of him, you ended up severely injured.

He didn’t mind your crimson blood staining his clothes, as he gently whipped the tears falling from your eyes. Cater was organising any medical help for you and Riddle was gently calming you down. His fingers run through your tangled hair, till he found the wound on the back of your head. He tore a fragment of his jacket and gently pressed it to the wound to cease the bleeding.

Riddle didn’t notice when his tears and blood became one with yours.

Oya, that herbivore had the audacity to apologise?

,,I-I hadn’t realized you were suffering….I-I’m so sorry Leona. I should have noticed”

Why you were the one crying instead of him?

Why you were the one apologizing instead of him?

His heart broke in two seeing how much he had roughed you up. And the mere thought that you blamed herself for his overblot, made heart ache even more. He truly didn’t deserve you. Despite all the pain and blood loss, your hand was still gently tracing fingers on his and you gently whispered your apologies. 

Leona frowned once again, looking at your sleeping form. Your last words before collapsing were still replaying in his mind. You looked so peaceful right now. Your hair weren’t tangled and dishevelled, but were gently falling around your tired face. Your lips were swollen, but at least blood wasn’t smeared all over your cheeks. Crimson cuts on your limb arms were gently wrapped in bandages and your broken leg were immobilised and secured.

It was hard to believe that he injured you that bad.

Drove you to the point of loosing consciousness from blood lost.

Leona’s fists clenched into fists and he gritted his teeth.

How could you, even on the verge of your life slipping away, think about him? How could you blame yourself on his overblot? You were too kind-hearted and Leona hated himself for hurting you.

,,I’m sorry Y/N”

Leona whispered, leaning in. His lips gently pressed to your forehead and he stayed like this for a brief moment, listening to your even heartbeat. As if he was scared, it could stop any moment.

He would properly apologise you, when you wake up. 

If you wake up.

,,We should make a contract after this, you know Azul?”

Azul suddenly opened his eyes, feeling the exhaustion from overblot suddenly leaving his weakened body.

 How… How could you still have the strength to still talk, yet alone proposing an offer to him. He gently pushed his broken glasses up and eyed you with confusion and profound sadness after briefly seeing your form.

He hurt you so much, yet you were still sitting beside him, while twins were patching you up.

Azul truly didn’t deserve you.

Your arms and legs were adorned with many, small, fortunately not lethal or deep cuts. Your left arm was dislocated, but it had already been tended to and your limb was immobilised and supported. Jade was disinfecting cuts, causing you to whine in pain and shift uncomfortably each time cotton pad was met with your bruised skin.

Azul left many bruises. Violet marks were beginning to form on your neck and on your wrists, who thankfully weren’t broken.

,,How can… how can you even mention a contract?”

Azul’s low and quiet voice broke the sudden silence your question had left. You turned to look directly at him, yet hissed at the sudden pain spreading in your neck.

,,I will promise to better notice your emotions and in return you will honestly tell me about your feelings. I…Azul, I apologise for not noticing how you were suffering. I should…I should have realised what you had been going through and help you. I-I…”

Your voice faltered, as tears began falling from your eyes. You didn’t even have strength to whip them off. You felt so vulnerable. Adrenaline and exhaustion wasn’t leaving your limp body any time soon. You couldn’t even lift your head without a slight pain spreading all over your form. You felt Jade’s hand gently tracing circles on your back to alleviate the tension and Azul gently brushed his lips over your violet marks.

He truly didn’t deserve you.

Even if you were injured because of him, you still felt guilty and blamed yourself for his overblot. He could see the compassion in your eyes and the guilt you had.

It wasn’t your fault. It was his fault. You should never ever be hurt by his actions.

,,I-I hadn’t even realised you had suffered so much.....Jamil.....I-I’m so s-sorry”

Your words echoed through his head. It seemed that perhaps they will never leave him. 

Jamil desperately wanted to apologise to you, bury his head in the crook of your neck inhaling the sweet fragrance of yours and gently run his fingers through your locks, assuring that everything will be fine.

But he knew that nothing will be fine. Not after his overblot, your severe injuries that put you into coma and his careless actions. 

Jamil wasn’t sure if you would even wake up and the mere thought made his eyes slightly watery. 

Maybe he would never caress your hand, whisper sweet nothings into your ear, make up for the pain he had caused you. 

Maybe that was the last time he was seeing you. 

You looked almost like dead body. Your shallow breath was concerning. Jamil felt like in every moment you could just stop breathing and he would watch you wither. Multiple bruises left a violet trail of marks spreaded around your whole body, mixing with bandaged cuts. 

Jamil sighed. 

He have broken bones in your body, along with his own heart. 

[aknosde]

sorry for asking for your writing for the third time in like two days straight but plz plz PLZ give me more nico and percy (and thalia too if you want) platonic fluff i just really need it

Okay yes, greek kids of the big three coming right up (I'm programmed for angst but i tried to limit it)(other thing that’s funny is that im working on hcs for Percy, Reyna, Hazel, and Frank right now too)

They all pretty much call each other their cousins, but Thalia really likes to call Percy and Nico “cuz” independently because she thinks it’s the most annoying thing in the world and she likes to say it ironically. (The irony has been lost. It��s been lost for a really really long time)

Thalia: Hey cuz!

Percy: Hi Thals.

Thalia: See, “cuz.” It’s so stupid it’s funny.

Percy: *weak laugh* yeah... funny

-

They were all sent reeling after Bianca’s death. Nico of course ran off and became emo. But Thalia shoved herself into the hunters, barely giving a thought to Nico and Percy because it was too painful. She essentially cut communication between her and Percy for 3-6 months, and only started talking to him again after Mt. St. Helens. Percy shut himself up with guilt and spent all of his time looking for Nico so he could ‘repay his debt’ It wasn’t really a good time for anyone.

What Thalia is not saying: sorry for making you take the prophecy

What Percy is not saying: I feel like I killed Bianca

-

Nico likes to call Mrs. O’Leary his dog even though she is very clearly Percy’s. They argue about it all the time, but it’s all in good fun.

Nico: See, I’m her favorite. She can sense the darkness

Percy: You have all the darkness of a rainbow. Watch this. Mrs. O’Leary!

*Mrs. O’Leary comes bounding over to Percy where she immediately flops onto her stomach and waits for Percy to pet her belly*

-

In fact, Thalia is the only one of them who doesn’t like Mrs. O’Leary. Something Percy and Nico take great advantage of. They like to shadow travel Mrs. O’Leary directly into the center of the Hunters’ camps when Thalia is close by and scare her. She accidentally stabbed herself once because of it.

Thalia: So I went over to pick up my shield, because I love my shield you see, and then they appeared like ‘blarghhh’

-

Thalia would never admit it, but she’s scared shitless of Percy when he gets really mad. She often thinks about that time he lifted the whole creek of water and ice above her head, and thinks it’s really cool, but she’s also terrified of ever having to fight him in any real capacity. 

Percy: Hey look, I learned how to make daggers out of ice

Thalia: ah, cool

Thalia internally: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

-

None of them like fast-food from the same place. And Percy’s the only one who can drive. He’s too nice to make them all go to his pick though, even if they argue a lot. 

Thalia and Nico: McDonalds! McDonalds! McDonalds!

Percy *pulling up to the drive through*: one black coffee

Jokes on them because coffee makes Percy super tired so he basically traps them. No but seriously, Nico likes McDonalds, Percy likes Wendy’s, and Thalia likes Burger King. Percy drives around to all of their respective locations while Thalia blasts music and Nico hangs in the middle seat poking at them. They sit on the roof of some building and eat together.

-

Together they form some version of a holy trinity. Thalia = lesbian, Nico = gay, Percy = bi. You are never safe.

Percy and Nico, from the capture the flag jail: Let’s go lesbians! Let’s go lesbians!

Thalia: *sprinting across the boundary*

-

Actually they have a lot of overlap, kind of like a Venn diagram. Powers, music they like, it’s kinda funny. 

Random camper: So which one of you can control the earth?

Percy and Nico: *both raise their hands slowly*

Random camper: And which one of you can change the temperature?

Nico and Thalia: *slowly raise their hands*

Random camper: Great, and which one of you can sense and control the weather?

Percy and Thalia: *both raise their hands*

-

They are not allowed to spar together. Percy and Thalia especially. Emotions run high. Both Percy and Thalia can spar with Nico, but they can’t go all three of them either. The last time all three of them trained together a hill split down the middle, flowers from a certain patch now only grow black, and a big streak of plants were burned. 

Percy, drawing water from an underground spring and turning the very soil under Thalia’s feet to quicksand and forming a giant puddle: Sorry, I can’t hear you from up here!

Nico, shadow traveling Percy into the same trap: What was that you said about being ‘up here’?

Thalia, conjuring a bolt of electricity, shocking them all: hmm?

-

Percy is the tallest out of the three of them, and rather than fight it like Thalia did at the beginning, they accept it and make him being the tallest as inconvenient as possible for him. They make sure things are on the highest shelf so he has to get them down. They climb on him like a jungle gym.

Nico, sitting on Percy’s shoulders: Could you pass me a juice box?

Thalia, latched onto Percy’s back: Sure.

The counselor Percy is having a very important conversation with: uhh

Percy, ignoring them: So what I’m saying is that I can’t bend on having the glass replaced with an extra durable substitute. 

[sunaswife]

A Suna Rintarou series

Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

A/N: PART 11! After that crappy wannabe smutty chapter I decided to give you some small Suna fluff 😌

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc six-slide one: You and I 🤍 🖤

“Babe you gotta be more careful.” You sighed and gently held his fingers as you put ointment on them. “I’m a middle blocker that’s my job.” He deadpanned and you looked up. “I know but I just worry ya know? I’m your girlfriend that’s my job.” Today there was a practice match against a college team and Suna hurt his pinky and ring finger pretty bad, he had to sit out for the rest of the game. He sighed and leaned forward to put his head on your shoulder. You heard a hiss and you quickly apologized. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You told him. “Nah It’s fine.” He mumbled on your shoulder.

“Do you want any medicine?” You asked and he muttered a no. “Do you want cuddles?” You asked and he muttered an mhm. You kissed his cheek and wiped your hands on a towel. You moved on to the bandaids and you applied some on his fingers. You were being so gentle, Suna was about to fall asleep on your shoulder. “There all done.” You said and he moved back to look at his left hand. “Thanks princess. Feels better already. That ointment really works.” He said and you smiled. “One more thing.” You said and held on to his wrist. You lifted it up and kissed his knuckles. “There hopefully it’ll get better soon.” You said just to tease him. “God dammit why are you so FUCKING CUTE!” He said and pushed you down on his bed. His arms wrapped around you and he squeeze tight. “RIN I cAnT breath!” You squealed and he loosened his grip. “Jesus man.” You sigh and look up to see Rin already looking down. “I love you.” He said and you smiled. “I love you too you dork.” You replied and gave his lips a quick peck.

“It’s honestly so ridiculous how cute you are. Like what the fuck. You’re real and you’re mine.” He sighed in content and buried his face in your hair. The smell of your shampoo managed to calm his beating heart. “You’re always there and I appreciate it, a lot.” He murmured. “How long are your parents going to be out of town?” You asked. “They come back tomorrow night.” He replied. “Do you need me to stay with you so you can rest your hand?” You asked.

“You’d do that for me?” He asked suddenly and you nodded. “I don’t have clothes so I’ll steal some of yours but I don’t mind helping.” You told him and his grip tightened once again. “FUCK I have the cutest girlfriend EVER!” He said and made a ‘😫’ face.

“I could get used to this.” Suna said and you jumped a bit, startled. “Dude don’t scare me like that.” You said and turned. You were in his family’s kitchen looking around to try to make something to eat. You settled on something quick and simple that you’ll know he’ll like.

“Did you just call me dude?” He squinted and you turned back to the stove. “Yeah, sorry.” You chuckled and sturred the food in the pan. His arms slowly wrapped around your waist from behind and you couldn’t hide your smile. “Smells delicious.” He mumbled in your ear and you giggled. His voice sounded deeper than usual since he just woke up from his nap. “Here try it. I made enough so your parents can eat some tomorrow night when they come home. They’ll probably be tired from traveling.” You slightly turned and blew on the spoon that held your food, after a few seconds you expected Suna to blow on it too when you put it in front of his mouth but he didn’t and just took a bite. He didn’t hiss that it was hot so you were glad about that.

“Wow that’s really good.” He said with brows raised. Why is he so shocked? You make him lunch all the time. Should you feel offended? “Also i don’t know if they’ll get a chance to even eat it. I’m tempted to eat everything.” He joked, “Osamu, chill.” You joked and he pinched your skin above his shorts. You squeaked and laughed, “Dont say another dudes name when I’m being all baby-like with you. It makes me jealous.” He said and you rolled your eyes and turned off the stove. “You‘re a big baby.” You said softly and pushed some hair away from his face. “But I’m your big baby.” He said and followed you around the kitchen while you looked for plates to serve the food.

“Is this how it’s going to be like in the future?” You asked and he paused. “No i won’t be the only one following you around, we’ll have a dog and a kid...maybe two.” He said and you choked on air. “Already thinking about children? You’re bold.” You spoke up. “Well I mean. I love you a lot. And I know you love me a lot too. After highschool we can work our asses off and then get married and have kids. I don’t know. I never thought about it before until I met you. Now sometimes when I go to sleep I think about us growing old together and that makes me happy.” He said and saw as you grabbed your phone and started typing. He frowned and was about to ask why you were ignoring him and texting instead but then you had a satisfied smile and the speakers of your phone played an unfamiliar piano tune.

“Babe, are you the lost member of one direction?” You asked and he raised a brow. Before he could respond you shushed him and showed him the lyrics to They Don’t know about Us.

He actually liked the song and how mellow but catchy it was. You started singing softly along with the song and screamed the octave Zayn sang. He chuckled at your nature and tsked when you pointed to him in order to serenade him on the mine girl part.

When the song finished you took your phone and placed it on the counter. “So..what do you think? Wanna do that when we’re older?” He asked as you handed him his plate.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

He felt butterflies in his stomach as you kissed his cheek and shooed him to the dining room.

Yeah he could definitely get used to this.

Previously

Up next

Masterlist

A/N: I need the first person who wants to help give me ideas for the sequel to dm me RIGHT NOW I’m in a spiral and I need help deciding lol and I don’t feel like flipping a coin AGAIN. The first one or two people to dm me will sadly receive spoilers of what’s to come between Suna and Y/N 😔 but if ur down to help me out then thank you!! If not then it’s okay 🥺

EDIT: I ALREADY HAVE THE ENDING AND SEQUEL READY PLZ STOP GIVING ME AMAZING IDEAS THAT I WANNA DO INSTEAD 🥺

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[retrievablememories]

somebody to hold | jaehyun

title: somebody to hold pairing: jaehyun x black!reader genre: angst request: “Hey could I request a Jaehyun in which he’s engaged and wants to propose to his fiancée who no one knows about because she’s black and she gets upset and wants to leave him for not showing her how much he loves her as well as her worth and he promises to find a date but still can’t bring himself to do so. Thank you!!“ word count: 3.4k warnings: cursing, some racial microagressions?, some pushing and shoving, but not between jaehyun/reader a/n: y’all plz… I hope everyone reading these fics realizes you don’t have to stay with any partner who is embarrassed to be with you 😭

Your engagement was supposed to be one of the most memorable days of your life, rivaled only by your actual wedding; at least that’s what your friends and family have told you in the past. You wanted to have that kind of commitment to someone else, and it crossed your mind in every relationship you’d been in. When you began dating Jaehyun, you allowed yourself to believe that this could be it, even with his career and the fans.

Lately, you’ve been more and more lost about why you wanted that so much from him, especially after the course of your relationship began to truly reveal itself. You’d prepared yourself for a hidden relationship and was even relieved that the entirety of Korea wouldn’t know all your business, but you also didn’t anticipate not even his group members or family knowing you were together.

You never quite expected things to be fairytale-like, but what you really wanted has quickly turned into something completely different.

And then, when you didn’t see it coming, you got your wish. Or at least a tiny piece of it.

Jaehyun had taken you to N Seoul Tower, which boasted the fence filled with locks that professed countless everlasting loves. It was possibly one of the most romantic spots in South Korea, which surprised you a bit because it wasn’t often you got to go to places like this. At least, not with him.

The air at the top of the tower was crisp and cold. You wanted Jaehyun to hold your hand, make you feel warm again even if everything else was freezing. However, you were hesitant to do so because of how he might react, or if any of the other couples milling around would recognize him. No one had given him much of a second glance with his disguise on, but there were a few lingering looks at you, which you actively tried to ignore.

Jaehyun was equally fearful about it, which he felt both ridiculous and guilty for. Most people who came up there were couples, so they could likely already guess your relationship to each other, though he still couldn’t bring himself to take your hand. Instead, he walked quietly beside you with his hands in his jacket pockets as you examined the many different locks secured to the fence. His fingers nudged repeatedly against the object buried in the bottom of his pocket, and he sighed quietly as his neck prickled with nervous sweat.

“Aw, this one’s cute.” You pointed to a lock shaped like a sunflower with a smiling face. “Maybe we should’ve brought one.”

“We can do it next time,” Jaehyun told you, his mouth sticking with dryness. He didn’t know if he’d ever felt quite this terrified.

You stared at him. “…Are you okay?” Even though you could only see his eyes, they looked to be ablaze with energy. Not a good or excited energy, but a panicked kind.

Jaehyun thought over his plan, felt the box brushing against his fingers, looked back into your eyes. Maybe now was the right time—shouldn’t he do it while he has your full attention? He opened his mouth to answer, though he didn’t know what he could say. Though he’d thought over his mini-speech many times before, he felt like he was currently short-circuiting.

Should he get on his knee anyway? His body felt too stiff with fear to do so. Your expression changed to one of concern. Maybe the right moment had already passed. “Uh, I’m fine. It’s just…cold out here,” he replied.

You laughed a little unenthusiastically; you thought he might’ve meant he wanted to leave already. “Well, we won’t be out here forever.” Jaehyun nodded, his face burning at being unable to say anything to you.

You both stayed there a while longer, exploring more of the locks and even taking a few pictures. You wished you could’ve had a few photos of Jaehyun without his mask, but you didn’t bother with asking him to take it off for a moment, knowing what the response would likely be.

The trek down the stairs was a long one, but you eventually got to the end of your journey, though you were both a bit winded afterwards.

“So, what do you want to eat?” you asked, turning to Jaehyun once you’d gotten to the bottom of the stairs. You leaned on him so you could fix your shoe, figuring this contact wouldn’t matter since no one else was currently around.

For a moment, he stared at the side of your face as you concentrated on readjusting your shoe. He wasn’t sure what compelled him to finally say his next words, but they came out anyway.

“Will you marry me?” he blurted out. You looked up at him in shock, nearly stumbling as you regained your footing. Jaehyun seemed startled after saying it, but he didn’t take it back, even as your eyes grew big.

“What are you saying?” You tried to laugh, wondering if this was some kind of prank, but you didn’t think it was a very funny one if so. You looked around the area, seeing if there could be any hidden cameras nearby. As you did this, Jaehyun fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a small black box. When you looked at him again, you were surprised by it. “Wait…”

“I’m sorry for doing it like this, but…” Jaehyun opened the box, and there was a gem inside — a diamond ring. If nothing else, you felt dumbfounded. Part of you wondered why he was doing this at the bottom of some snowy, wet stairs when he could’ve done the same on top of the tower, in a much more fitting location. But you reasoned it away as him not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, even if there was a continual tugging at your heart.

Tears gathered in your eyes, though you weren’t sure if they were entirely happy ones. “Y-yes. I will.”

Jaehyun took your hand and gently slid the ring onto your finger. You both looked down at it for a moment as if in disbelief. Was this real? But it was.

You approached Jaehyun and wrapped your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his winter jacket. He hugged you back tightly, letting himself openly show his affection in public for once. You held onto that moment for as long as you possibly could, trying to blink away your tears.

Back then, despite the unconventional way the actual proposal went down, you’d thought for sure that Jaehyun was going to tell his bandmates and company about you. There would be no way to keep an entire wedding secret from them, and you wanted nothing less. You wanted everything a wedding could offer—the big white dress, the guest list, the multi-tiered cake, the thoughtful wedding gifts. And yet, 6 months later, you’re still in the same spot you were in before. Practically nonexistent and still with no clue of when you’re supposed to get married.

You look at Jaehyun from across the dinner table in your home, trying not to let your irritation increase, though it seems impossible to ignore. Him sitting there so casually aggravates you. The fact that he doesn’t know how you feel annoys you. You don’t want to tell him because you feel like he should already know, but you also know nothing will be solved if you don’t speak. And yet, how many times have you brought it up already to no answer?

Jaehyun notices you staring at him instead of eating your food, and he sets his utensils down, looking concerned. “Y/N, is something wrong?”

 “It seems like you don’t truly love me,” you say bluntly, looking at him closely. He sits back in his chair, unnerved by your declaration. 

“How can you say that? What have I done to make you think that?”

“How can I, indeed. It’s been months since you proposed, and you still haven’t agreed on a date for us to get married. It doesn’t make any sense. Did you propose because you wanted to, or because you felt you had to?” you ask quietly.

“Had to?” Jaehyun sits up straighter at that implication. “Why would I have to propose to you? I did it because I love you and want to be with you!”

“I don’t know. You tell me. We’ve been together for almost 3 years now, and still no one in your life knows I even exist. Maybe you finally felt a little guilt about it and wanted to do things properly.”

Jaehyun’s expression tells you that you must be right, to some extent. He’s upset, but there’s also no mistaking the remorse on his face. “I just—” He tries to pick his words carefully, not wanting to make you more mad than you already are, though going down that path seems to be inevitable tonight. “I’m trying to give you what you want, and I know it’s been a long time…”

“You haven’t even ‘given me what I want’ yet. And are you saying that you don’t want this?”

“No, that’s not—God, I can’t think properly. You just brought this up all of a sudden!”

“So now you’re going to blame this on me?” You get up from the table and take your plate to the kitchen, your appetite now gone. 

“I’m not blaming anything on you, but how would you feel if I sprang this on you with no warning? Getting married doesn’t just happen with the snap of your fingers.”

You turn to look back at Jaehyun, a look of disgust and disbelief coloring your features. “I wouldn’t feel anything, because you’d never do it, because I seem to be the only one here who actually wants to be married.”

Jaehyun follows you into the kitchen, and you linger at the other kitchen entrance that leads into the hallway. You’re already tired of hearing his excuses and just want to end this fruitless debate.

“You can’t say that. You don’t know how I feel about this, but I swear to you, I want to be married too.”

You walk to the bedroom, feeling increasingly irritated at the conversation. Your mood only worsens as Jaehyun follows you there, too. You know he’s not going to leave you alone now that you’ve brought the whole issue up, but you really want him to get out of your face before you truly go off on him.

“Y/N!” he pleads.

You finally look him in the eyes again, frowning deeply. “Prove it right now. If you love me, tell me a date when we can finally get married.”

“Now? I can’t just—”

“I really don’t want to hear that. You’ve had 6 months to think it over. If not a day, give me a damn month, at least! Can you even do that?” You put your hands on your hips and wait for his response.

“I…” Jaehyun racks his brain for something but comes up short. For him, the problem isn’t just the lack of time for a decent wedding, but the fact that he’d have to figure out when and how to tell everyone else his plans. And that is something he’s very wary of doing.

“Just like I thought.” You turn away from Jaehyun and start dressing down for the night, practically ignoring his presence. He watches as you take your jewelry off, confusion and distress lingering in his mind. 

“Y/N, I promise I can come up with a date if you just give me some time…”

“I think it’s best if you go back to the dorm tonight.” You cross your arms, glaring at his reflection in your dresser mirror.

Jaehyun looks like he wants to argue, but he also knows he doesn’t really want to stay here while you’re this pissed at him. His hands fall to his sides in defeat.

“You should be grateful this is all I’m doing,” you spit. “I’m just about ready to call it quits. I’m not impressed with being thrown to the side, Jaehyun; no woman would be.”

“I’m not trying to throw you to the side,” he says meekly, though he also knows he can’t argue too hard with this one. He knows he hasn’t given you even an ounce of the treatment you actually want or deserve.

You don’t respond to his argument, and he figures now is probably the time to make his exit. He lingers at the door for a moment, staring at your back and trying to think of what he should say. Or if he should say anything at all. When you don’t turn back to look at him, he sighs quietly and leaves the room—and your home.

The ride back to the dorm is uncomfortable. He turns the radio up to drown out your words that still cycle around in his mind, but that does nothing to stop them from tormenting him. He’s exhausted by the time he gets back to the dorm, worn out from the effort of trying to stop thinking about your words and also considering what he should say to you the next time he sees you. He knows what he should do, but he isn’t sure if he can do it.

Jungwoo immediately notices Jaehyun’s sour demeanor once he gets to their room, and he watches as the other man despondently readies himself for sleep. “What’s wrong? You’re upset,” he eventually asks, when Jaehyun doesn’t say anything of his own volition.

“It’s nothing.” Jaehyun plops down on his bed stomach-down, feeling defeated and emotionally exhausted.

“It’s obviously something, though. Wouldn’t you feel better if you talked about it?”

Jaehyun only mumbles in response, keeping his face in the pillow. He’s not even sure where his engagement ring is at; he’s never worn it since the day he got it, as it’s too risky. He’s afraid he’ll soon have yours back in his possession too, thrown at him or shipped off to him in a box.

Jungwoo sighs, figuring he won’t get a response tonight. Over time, he’s been observant enough to realize that Jaehyun is likely in a relationship—just by the way he acts and the times he’s spent away with “friends"—though Jungwoo has never asked about it. And the other man has never brought it up, so he figures he’d be better off minding his business. Jungwoo turns the lights off and rolls over in his bed, thinking maybe he’ll try again later.

Your plan will probably end up with you escorted off the premises at best—and without a boyfriend at worst—but you don’t know what other option to choose for getting Jaehyun to acknowledge your wants and needs. Therefore, you dress in your best outfit and head for SM Entertainment’s building, lying in wait for his appearance.

You already know his schedule for today, with him promising that he’d come over after practice to work some details out. You also know that his promise is just another bunch of airy words with no intentions behind them. So when you see him and a few other members come out of the back of the building to head to their manager’s van, you spring out of your car and walk up to them.

Jaehyun is ironically the first one to spot you, and he freezes when he does. The others follow suit, staring at you with varying expressions of confusion. You’re still walking towards them, and Jaehyun takes a few steps to you before he can stop himself from doing so.

“Why are you here?” he asks, looking around in a panic. 

“I came so you can make your decision right here and now. Fuck waiting until ‘after practice.’ I’m tired of you lying to me.”

“Y/N, please help me out here. We don’t have to do it like this, yeah? Now isn’t a good time,” he begs quietly, lightly grasping your shoulder and trying to steer you away from the others.

“Who’s she?” Yuta asks, his eyebrows furrowed. Before either of you can answer, the manager shoves his way between you and Jaehyun and nearly knocks you over while trying to get you away from him.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” you scream.

“Don’t touch her.” Jaehyun pushes his manager back, maybe a little more aggressively than he intended, and the other man stares at him in surprise as he stumbles back. The other members watch the show, trying to figure out what’s happening and how you even know each other.

“Isn’t this some crazed fan? Why are you protecting her?” the manager says.

“I obviously know her,” Jaehyun sighs in exasperation, rolling his eyes. “Didn’t you hear a word we were saying?”

You brush yourself off, angrily readjusting your purse that you almost dropped in the commotion. “While this clown is clearing the shit out of his ears, you need to tell me what your plans are. There’s no more time left to draw this mess out.”

“Really, who is this?” Taeyong adds in.

“Are you Jaehyun’s girlfriend?” Jungwoo asks, and the others look at him like he’s been an accomplice in the secret Jaehyun’s been keeping.

“At least someone here has the sense to realize it. Why don’t you do the honors, huh?” You look at Jaehyun, crossing your arms. His jaw tenses at being put on the spot, but there’s nothing he can do about it now. He turns to face the others.

“Yes, this is my girlfriend…Y/N.” The manager doesn’t bother to hide his unadulterated shock, and you glance at him in disgust.

You chime in with, “Yes. The girlfriend he’s been hiding for almost 3 years straight and still refuses to pick a wedding date for.”

“Wedding?!” The manager and at least one other member vocalize this at the same time.

“So, what do you say?” You press on, determined to get an answer from him today. “Say it clearly, and I’ll make my decision from there.”

Decision? Jaehyun knows you are already halfway out the door, and he understands that whatever response he gives could potentially ruin what you both have left of the relationship. His heart pounds and his mind races. The manager puts his hands on his hips, also eager to hear Jaehyun’s answer so he can report it back to the others at SM if it’s not the one he wants.

“Y/N…I’m so sorry.” Jaehyun’s voice cracks, and he nervously clears his throat. “I-I don’t think we can do this. It’s just…not the right timing, and m-maybe it would be better if we could wait a bit more, at least until—”

“How long do you think I will wait for you?” you interrupt, your voice trembling. You step away from him. “It doesn’t matter. I see this is how it’s going to be.” You turn your back to him to walk back to your car, unwilling to hear more.

“Wait!” Jaehyun walks after you. The manager’s voice is tight with anger as he calls for Jaehyun to come back, but the younger man doesn’t listen. When you get into your car, Jaehyun lingers at your door, trying to convince you to roll down the window. Rolling your eyes, you do so.

“Y/N. You have to understand,” Jaehyun insists, gripping onto the window glass. “What can I do? The company, the group—” He stops speaking when you lift up your ring and hold it out to him. He doesn’t want to take it, but you’re not leaving with it still on your finger; so he lets you press it into his palm, the metal still warm from its time spent on your hand.

You give him a long look, as if memorizing his face one last time. “Don’t show your face to me again until you’re 100% sure you’re ready. But Jaehyun, I’ll tell you this—don’t be surprised if I’m long gone by then.”

Jaehyun watches as you pull off and leave him standing there, ashamed and saddened.

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↦ pairing(s): levi ackerman x reader [modern AU]

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[plus] (Same anon asking the angst & fluff anon) _ but she doesn't. When she regains consciousness she doesn't even look at Levi, but after days of taking care of her and apologizing they finally reconcile 😊 (Full ANGST & fluffy plz)

↦ warning(s): mentions of car accident, blood

↦ author’s note(s): thank u for requesting !!! i’m sorry it took a while ☹︎ i hope you like it !!

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Levi has been sitting in traffic for the past hour. All the fuck ton of cars merging into one lane because some stupid tree has to fall down makes his trip stupidly long. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles going white as he turned down the radio that’s announcing the hour long traffic he is in. It isn’t helping him end his day into something peaceful. 

His work was shit. Overwhelming, and he doesn’t need this. He doesn’t need to be stuck in traffic, with all the honking of the cars behind him. One asshole even tried to cut him in, and he almost scratched his car but Levi doesn’t care anymore. 

He just needs some peace and quiet. Calm. 

Levi looked at the passenger seat where his phone has been vibrating for the last ten minutes. He ignored your calls and texts, gripping the wheel, and eventually pressed the horn on his car. 

“Fucking move!” He gritted his teeth, honking again. He groaned as the cars moved an inch with all the racket. “Move!” 

And it moved. 

The green light illuminated the parkway, cars honking to hurry the fuck up. He honked his own, hurrying the car before him. He groaned louder and louder as the green light turned to yellow, and red. 

He didn’t make it. 

“For fuck’s sake!” He closed his eyes, calming himself. It’s going to take a whole five minutes for the traffic to move, and he just doesn’t have the time. He leaned on his headrest, hand blindly looking for his vibrating phone, as he brought it to his ear. 

“What is it?” He seethed, hearing the ruckus behind the phone. 

Also didn’t help that it poured hard. Just exactly what he needs. A rain pour and a stupid fallen tree. 

“Where are you?” You gently said, Levi’s annoyance seeping through the phone, as you and your daughter prepared dinner. “Are you near?” 

“No.” 

“Oh,” you said, placing the phone between your shoulder and ear. “It’s raining. Have you got an umbrella?” 

“No.” 

“How long will you be home? I heard there’s a tree that fell on the parkway.”

He opened his eyes, the red digital clock on his dashboard, blinking 9:45PM. He’s still a good long 30 minutes away from home. Levi rubbed his face, placing his arm on the door panel, caressing his temple. 

“Still far away,” Levi replied, breathing through nis nose. He had to pull away the phone as you screeched loudly as your daughter dropped her plate. The kitchen floor scattered with the food and the broken fragments everywhere. Levi breathed deeply, not wanting to hear anymore. “I’ll call you back.” 

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The phone call ended, his caller ID disappearing as you stared at your phone. Annoyance filled you, after he finally answered back after a couple of calls, but you brushed it off. You placed your on the table, mustering a smile to your daughter as she sat idly and nervously with the mess underneath her. 

“Come here, Maya,” you rounded the table, carrying your daughter so that she won’t step on the mess. You wiped away her tears, sighing at the broken plate and the food, your mind and body already tired, and still you looked at your daughter. “Are you hungry?��

Maya looked down at her feet, as she placed her hands behind her back. She subtly nodded, embarrassed that she dropped his plate. “I promise I won’t drop it again.”

“Okay,” you pecked her cheek, standing up as she took another seat by the table. “Mommy will prepare another one for you.” 

Maya patiently waited, flicking through her books on the table. She looked at the clock, back at you, as she flitted towards the living room, turning on the television. 

You only sighed, closing your eyes for a few seconds, as you went back to fixing dinner. Your shoulders slumped at the countertop, looking at your phone for the time— 10:00PM. Once you were done, you placed the baked mac on the table, a late dinner for the family.

Levi should be home by now, you thought.

It has been a tiring day for you at work, your boss yapping all day throughout the meeting, for the whole company to meet the deadline. Then, you have pick Maya up at school at 3, but then she begged to play at the park nearby with her friends for hours, and eventually you got caught up with all the other parents and kids, having to hurry back to prepare dinner. You haven’t even changed clothes yet, and you are so tired. You don’t even have the energy to scold your daughter, as you just leave her be.

Maya hurried back, regret filling her chest as she stayed back on the doorframe, peeking. “May I watch television once I wait?”

It is the weekend tomorrow, you thought.

Levi always loved weekends, because that’s the only time he relaxes. He’ll be on the couch, sitting in the middle with you and Maya on either side, watching whatever Maya has got on the television. Or he’ll be busy with a book, or just softly talking with you to not disturb Maya’s attention.

“Sure, darling,” you called back, turning around with a smile, grabbing Levi’s mug to prepare him tea. “Just be sure to lower the volume. Daddy’ll be home soon.” 

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Levi stayed in the parking space outside your home, looking at the clock. He stayed there, watching the rain pour on the window, slouching against the steering wheel, waiting for it to stop. He isn’t in the mood to run the steps in order to avoid rain. Things aren’t really working out well for him. 

He took a deep breath and sighed. He ran quick, using his hands and bag to get the rain out of his hair, and almost slipped, while he cursed himself. He fumbled with his keys, and knocked eventually. Levi could already hear the television from outside, while Maya’s singing along loudly.

He knocked three times, loud, hoping that somebody could hear him.

It was you who answered with a wide smile on your face. 

“Hey,” you breathed, opening the door wider, taking in his soak clothes, as well as his furrowed brows. You brushed away his bangs away from his eyes, “Rough day at work?” 

He only nodded, moving past you as he take off his shoes and dropped his shoes by the rack. He surveyed the living room, overwhelmed with the television, your busy complaints with the wet shoes and clothes as he accepted the small towel from your hands, and Maya’s loud voice as she sang along to the television. 

“Have you eaten already?” You mused, kissing his wet shoulder as you passed by him. “I made baked mac for dinner.” 

He grunted in response, standing in the middle of it, bending down to give Maya a haste kiss on the head as she ran up to him. He followed you to the kitchen, seeing shards of plate on the floor and spilled food while you were knelt down, picking up the mess. 

You looked up, wiping your sweat, “Be careful, I haven’t finished-.”

“Fuck!” Levi took a step, frustration bubbling inside him as he took the messy kitchen and table in front of him. His daughter’s books on the tables, utensils, shards of plate and food. He leaned on the chair, bent down as he inspected his foot that is completely bleeding, the shard sticking out. “What happened in here?!”

“Don’t curse in the house,” you sighed, picking up the shards. “If you’ve let me finished, you would know.” 

“God,” he groaned, taking out the bloody piece, “I only wanted a nice, peaceful night.” 

“And what? You came home to this?” You chuckled darkly, stopping in your actions. “I’m sorry if you came home to messy house. I’m really trying my best here.” 

He sighed deeply, closing his eyes, his anger close to erupting but he is keeping his cool. 

Maya’s books. Shards on the floor. Food on the floor. Loud television. 

“Put a band-aid on it,” you quietly said, going back to the floor. 

Maya’s books. Shards on the floor. Food on the floor. Loud television.

“There’s a box in the bathroom,” you continued. 

Maya’s books. Shards on the floor. Food on the floor. Loud television.

“Maya, can you turn the volume down?” Levi called, rubbing his eyes. He sat down on the chair, placing a serving on the spare plate. He pushed away Maya’s books, making space for him to dine on the dining table. “You ate already?” 

He got up to get another plate, careful to not step over you as you finished cleaning. He’s got to clean that again because he doesn’t either you or Maya accidentally stepping on a lost shard.

“Maya, the television!”

“I haven’t,” you answered, scanning the kitchen floor for any mess. You nodded towards the plate, washing your hands. “Is that for me?”

“Yes,” Levi answered, folding his sleeves up. “Come sit.” 

“Maya!” Levi called out again, louder this time, craning his head towards the living room. “The television! Please!” 

“Don’t yell,” you said, wrapping your hand on his wrist, making him look at you. His brows are furrowed, eyes wide in frustration, and nose flared. “Don’t yell at her. You know she doesn’t like it when you yell.”

“How can I not yell-,” Levi stood up, pulling away your hand over him. He stormed towards the kitchen, moving away the scattered toys on the floor. He picked one up, raising it. “Maya! Can you please clean this up? And the television? How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Levi,” you warned from the kitchen, as you peeked at him. “She’ll clean those up later. Come have dinner with me.”

“No,” he turned to Maya, staring at his wide-eyed daughter, scared of the shouting. Maya fumbled with the remote, lips quivering as she watched his father. “She will clean these up, now.” 

“I’m sorry,” Maya breathed shakily, biting on her lip. She rubbed his eyes, feeling her tears start. “I’m sorry.” 

“And the books!” Levi continued, watching his daughter, “Can you pick up your books?!”

“Levi!”

“This isn’t your room,” he boomed again. “Put away your toys.”

Maya stood in the middle of it all, crying silently, scared to move at the way her parents are shouting.

“Levi!”

“What?!” He turned around, as he watched you walk towards Max, brushing away his tears. 

“Do not yell,” you looked back at your husband, equally as angry. You turned off the television, picked up the toys, placing them on your arms. “Do not yell at her.” 

Maya ran upstairs, carrying the toys up to her room. Her cries could be heard from the living room, terrified of all the yelling. 

You and Levi panted, unaware that both of you were shouting. 

“Now look at her!” You hushed angrily, “She hasn’t eaten yet, and you came home, yelling, can you just-.” 

“What? I can’t?”

You looked at him hard, fully aware of what’s happening. He’s been going home mad, cold, and quiet, but you paid no attention, thinking that it’s just work. “If you could just lower your voice, please.” 

Levi moved closer, pointing at the stairs and at the living room. “All I wanted is to come home to a peaceful house,” he muttered, chest panting, “But I have to come home to... to this! To a loud television. Toys on the floor. Books on the dining table. Shards— fucking shards of a broken plate that I stepped on. Spilled food on the floor. Traffic. The rain. The fucking tree on the parkway. My job. I have to write a shit-ton of papers, get it revised, then do it all again. All that and I can’t come home to a nice house?” 

“We talked about this, didn’t we, Levi?” You pushed, standing right in front of him, as you whispered angrily. “You said that we’ll come home to a clean slate. If you are tired or stressed in work, keep it at work. If you can’t, then talk to me. But don’t release that stress on us.” 

He only scoffed, staring right at you. 

“You can shout all you want. Raise your voice at me, for all I care,” you  muttered, pushing him away. “But do not, do not dare to raise your voice at our daughter. Do you understand me?” 

Levi only rolled his eyes, putting up a front. He hates fighting. He hates arguing. He hates going home with a heavy heart but he couldn’t help it even when he tried to contain himself. 

“I asked you. Do you understand me?” 

He nodded, staring right at you. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart, anger and sadness as it resulted to this. All he could is nod. 

“Good.” 

You turned towards the stairs, feet gently padding towards each step to not scare Maya. You knocked on her door, ignoring Levi’s calls as you peeked inside her room. Maya's on the edge of her bed, sniffling, holding her hands together. “You want to go for a walk, darling?” 

“Mommy,” she cried, covering her eyes as her shoulders shook in sobs. “Is daddy mad at me?” 

You smiled, crouching in front of her. “He’s just upset, but don’t worry about it. So, what do you say? Should we go to the park?” 

You can’t stay another second longer in the house, knowing that you and Levi could say some things both of you don’t mean. It’s just exhaustion. 

“Is it dark outside?”

“Ah,” you mused, ruffling her hair as you grabbed her jacket, “It is, but Mommy will protect you! How about we go on some swings?” 

“Okay!” 

“Yeah?” You said, handing her jacket. “Remember to zip your jacket up so you won’t get cold.” 

You waited for her to fix her clothes, holding her hand as the both of you went downstairs again. The living room looked a bit cleaner, the television quietly playing in the background, as Levi reappeared from the couch, holding some toys as he placed them on a pile. 

He finally looked up, confused. “Where are you going?” 

“To the park, daddy!”

“Isn’t it raining?” He asked as you passed by to go to the kitchen. Everything is a little bit cleaner, books off, cold dinner on the plates. “It’s getting late, too.” 

He followed your footsteps to the kitchen, trapping you by his arm. You pried his arm around you, “We’re just going for a walk.” 

“I’m not invited? It’s dark.”

“No,” you smiled sarcastically. “Why don’t you cool off? I don’t my daughter to hear you shout again. Use this time alone. You wanted a peaceful house, right?” 

“That’s not what I meant,” he answered exasperatedly. He looked at your eyes, guilt eating him up as you blinked away tears. “I’m just... tired.”

“You think I’m not?” You breathed shakily, rubbing your eyes. “You think I’m not tired? You think you’re the only who gets tired in this house? I am stressed at work, too. My boss hasn’t stopped running his mouth at us, and you think I’m not tired? I’m so pressured at work, and when I see you, you’re so upset and mad, and you think I don’t get tired from it all?”

“I don’t go home upset,” Levi lied, seeing through his own lies.

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, breathing hard. “I can see through you.”

Levi sighed, holding your hand but you just pushed him away. He could finally see how awful he made you, your eyes sad and tired, your lips quivering. He looked away, pinching his nose, as he nodded. He doesn’t want to open his mouth anymore, scared that he’ll push you away from him. He nodded again, feeling you brush by him as you grabbed your phone. 

“What time will you be home?” 

Just stay, he thought.

“I don’t know.” 

Levi breathed deeply, watching from the kitchen as you and Maya closed the door behind him, leaving him alone in the house. He looked at the clock— 11:00PM, closing his eyes. He wants to run after you two, but he is so exhausted. He palmed his eyes, standing in the kitchen, sighing as he saw the plates, books— and a steaming mug of tea, just for him. 

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Levi anxiously waited on the couch, his work becoming a haze in his hands as he continuously checked his phone for any texts or calls. It’s been over an hour, and you two aren’t back yet. He nibbled on his lower lip, holding his pen in his hand, trying to write something, but he doesn’t feel right. 

Finally, his phone rang. His heart beating, as relief overcame his mind. 

“Where are you?” Levi breathed, calming down. “Should I come pick you up?”

That’s when he noticed something wrong. 

Sirens. 

People speaking, shouting, and someone sniffling. 

“Where are you?” He hurriedly asked, grabbing his coat, aiming for the door. “Are you still at the park? What’s happening there?” 

“... Daddy?” 

“Maya?”

Levi stopped in his tracks, his daughter’s voice making him worry deep to his bones. “Maya, where’s mommy? Are you okay?”

“Mommy...” Maya sniffled over the phone. 

“Can you hand the phone over to Mommy?” 

Levi can’t move. 

“Mommy... is on the ground,” she cried. 

“Why is mommy on the ground, Maya?” 

“Mommy is bleeding,” Maya finally answered. Finally, he heard someone speak: “Is that your father on the phone?” 

“It’s daddy,” Maya gulped, handing the phone to the lady. She was covered in blood, as she escorted Maya towards the ambulance. 

“Mr. Ackerman?”

“That’s me,” Levi stuttered, the gears in his head turning. He hurried to his car, starting it right away. 

“Fuck-,” Levi cursed, reversing out of the spot. “Where’s my wife? What happened to my wife? Is she okay? Is my daughter okay?”

“Mr. Ackerman, your wife has been hit by a car. She’s currently unconscious as she lost a lot of blood-.”

Levi stopped breathing, heart racing. Sweat covered his body. 

No, no, no, he thought. No. 

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Levi kept replying what the doctor said, as Maya snuggled right up at him. He placed his daughter on his lap, making them both fit on the chair as Levi listened to the sounds of the hospital monitor. He doesn’t know what the fuck it says and it almost made him cry again. 

It’s been days. 

He’s been watching that hospital monitor with no breaks, only stepping outside to get shabby food from the hospital for him and Maya. 

Guilt has been eating him up for days. 

He should’ve stopped you. 

He should’ve stopped you. 

He should’ve stopped you. 

Levi kissed Maya on the forehead, listening to her snore a little as he looked at your unconscious body for another day. 

“Wake up,” he whispered, closing his eyes, feeling his own tears well up. He can’t cry or else Maya will wake up. He can’t cry or else Maya will also cry. He can’t cry because he has to show his daughter that he’s strong. 

But, he wants to. 

Levi wants to cry because he doesn’t know if you’ll ever wake up.

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Levi sleeps alone now. 

He has been for a few weeks now. 

It’s the usual. He wakes up a little earlier to prepare breakfast for the house. He prepares Maya’s school lunch. He prepares your coffee and he prepares his tea. He watches Maya ride the school bus then goes back inside to check up on you. 

You have been finally discharged, thankfully, but it doesn’t lessen the blame he’s put on himself. He feels the worst when he sees the big scar on your arm, and the stitches on your hairline. He feels bad when he let his exhaustion dictate his actions that night, letting you slip away, parting ways when both of you are mad at each other. 

Still, you sleep on the same bed as he does, it doesn’t feel like it. 

He’ll watch you sleep for a few minutes before going to work. He’d come home to you still in bed. The coffee untouched by the bedside table, day after day.

Still, he doesn’t stop. 

“I’m going to work,” he would whisper. “I’ll pick up Maya on the way, too.”

“What should we have for dinner?” Levi would ask. 

“Maybe we should get take-out?” Levi would chuckle sadly.

He just watches you. Talk to you even when you don’t answer back.

“I love you,” Levi would never miss to say that you, while you sleep. “I love you.”

Then, you gradually open up to him. 

It’s the little actions that you do that makes him believe that there’s a chance.

For the both of you.

It’s the shy kisses that you accept on days when he’s back from work, when you’ve pushed him away for days. 

It’s the little grip during the night when you thought he was sleeping, but in reality he wasn’t. He couldn’t even hold your hand while you slept before because you always push him away. But one night, you tighten your hold on his, it made him happy, and it continued on the next nights.

It’s the prepared tea in the mornings sometimes by his bedside table. He watched you sometimes slip out of his hand and come back with a steaming tea just before his alarm rings.

One night, he got home late. He parked the car outside, not really believing that there was still lights in the living room. It’s 11:00PM. Usually when he gets home before that, Maya is already in bed while you are too. 

But there was lights. 

He breathed deeply, already thinking that it was his daughter and her failed attempt to watch late night cartoons. Then Levi will have to carry his her upstairs, while she faked-slept in his father’s arms, suppressing a little smile on her lips. 

He closed the door behind him, wondering where Maya is since the television is turned off. 

He walked a little further inside. 

Levi smiled. 

There you were. 

You were sipping out of his favorite mug, legs crossed, as you perked up when you heard him come closer. He’s finally home, you thought. But still, you only stared at him, eyes boring into his greys. 

“Hi,” Levi whispered. He hesitated for a second, before walking behind your chair. He gently wrapped his arms your shoulder, knowing that you’ll only pry his touches away. 

But this time, it was different. 

You didn’t move under his touch, as he mumbles about his day as he pecked you on the lips. You listened silently, face stoic. 

Then, you felt him shudder. 

“I’m sorry,” Levi whispered, leaning his cheek on your head. He let his tears fall, not hiding them anymore. “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I should’ve not picked a fight that night. I’m sorry for raising my voice. I’m sorry that I was selfish.” 

Silence. 

“I should’ve stopped you that night,” he continued, his voice cracking, feeling his tears drop on your cheek. “I’m sorry. I... I can’t lose you. I don’t want to feel that way again. I can’t... I can’t lose you.”

You cried when he kissed you on the temple, apologizing over again. You leaned on his touch, wrapping a hand around his arm, as you turned to him. Levi’s crying softly, his shoulders shaking as he apologized. 

“I’m sorry too,” you apologized. You leaned on him, kissing his tears away. “I’m sorry, Levi.” 

“No, no,” his heart gushing. He feels so happy. He’s so happy that he finally heard his name on your lips, he’s so happy that he finally heard you speak again. He’s so happy that he felt your soft touch on his skin, instantly comforting him, making his worries disappear. “Don’t apologize. No, no.” 

Both of you stayed like that for a few minutes until you spoke. 

“Have you eaten already?” 

He just ate his dinner on his office table at work. 

Levi shook his head, “I haven’t.” 

“Levi, I can taste the garlic bread from your lips.” 

Levi chuckled lightly, kissing your again and again on the cheeks, wiping away your tears. “I’m still hungry.” 

“Okay,” you softly laughed, knowing that he’s never the one to overeat. You brushed his bangs away from his eyes, “Maya and I just had grilled cheese.” 

“I’d love a grilled cheese.” 

You nodded, pulling away from his touch as you stood up. He followed you quietly, as you grabbed the bread and cheese. He sipped your tea, placing it on the countertop while you work so that you won’t forget it. 

Once you were done, you handed him the sandwich, sliced in the middle. He placed it on the countertop, leaning on it. Both of you were just standing like that, until he crept his hand over to yours, holding you. 

You tighten your hold on him, while he moved in closer. Just holding each other’s hands. Just pure silence, and the happy beating of Levi’s heart on his chest that matches yours. 

“Your food’s going to get cold,” you whispered, turning your head at him, and surprised that he was already staring at you. 

He bit his lip, nodding. He used his other to hand you the other slice, softly smiling while you accepted it. He took the other one, munching on it slowly, hiding his smile at every bite. 

“Still hungry, my ass,” you mused, biting on his sandwich, as you leaned your head on his shoulder. 

He only nodded, chuckling lightly, as the both of you ate in silence. He cleaned up the kitchen, while you sat around the table waiting for him to finish. He ruffled your hair, as you followed him upstairs to the bedroom. 

You listened to the shower run as you settled in bed, closing your eyes for the night.

You jumped from your sleep, feeling Levi behind you, as he finally wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him. You slept with his breath fanning your nape, his chest rising up and down on your back. You closed your eyes again, finding his hand in the dark to hold, as he kissed you on the back of your neck. 

“I love you.” 

[myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19]

Hello, so I was thinking of a topic that's a little sensitive, whumpee committing a suicide attempt ( maybe wrist slitting or pills overdose ) , just for Caretaker to find them, save them and walk them through things.

I know that this could be highly triggering, so if you are uncomfortable with the theme plz feel free to just ignore the ask , it's totally fine .

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, DRUG OVERDOSE⚠️

Sorry I took so long. I hope you like it.

Alex hadn't been returning any of his calls. The last call he got from him about half an hour ago seemed weird and like a goodbye.

They talked about the stuff they used to do together and how they met kind of like reminiscing before going away. Each minute they spent talking he felt his heart sink but he couldn't point to anything as a cause.

The last minutes of their call Alex kept talking about how much he loved him and was thank ful for him,at that moment he began to make his way to Alex's house, he was already going there in the first place he just withheld from telling Alex. Something told him not to.

He got to Alex's house the door was locked but he had a spare key. He opened the door. He hadn't been to Alex's house in a while Alex had been meeting him out but after a while Alex stopped coming out, he barely answered calls and when he did he would just say he was busy or he was cleaning but his house didn't look like it had been cleaned and he was on leave.

He couldn't find Alex in the leaving so he ran to his bedroom.

His heart sunk.

He stood at the door way for a second. Tears clouded his eyes. His friend Alex was laid on the floor probably not conscious but he still was he was still holding on to his phone but his grip was lessening little by little.

"oh my goodness Alex." James said as he darted towards his friend he held him in his hands. Alex didn't even look like he knew what was going on his eyes weren't fully open and his body was not responding.

He got his own phone out and dialed for help.

"Please no please no please." He said as they phone was dialing.

When they finally answered James told them what happened and they tried to keep him calm. They told him to hold own to the bottle his friend used.

After a while the ambulance arrived and the took his friend in. He gave them the bottle. He got in the back with him.

"Don't worry it will be fine. I'm here it will be fine." He said.

The people in the ambulance began working on his friend

******************

Someone was with him in his room. why he didn't want anyone here.

'leave me alone' he thought. Then he there was nothing

He woke up again he was moving.

'I'm tired.' he thought and fell asleep again.

************

Alex's eyes slowly opened. He felt weird and confused. He blinked a bit and then things started to clear up he was staring up at the ceiling. Then he noticed he had a needle through his arm.

"hmmmm?"

He was confused for a bit and then he remembered.

'A hospital. I guess I'm still here.' he thought his mood saddened at this realization.

He looked around the room a bit more. Right next to him was a figure sleeping on the chair next to his bed. He blinked a few times and suddenly he recognized the figure as his friend.

He turned his body away from his friend.

He couldn't bring himself to face him.

His shifting woke his friend up

"You're awake." James said. He sounded happy. But then he noticed Alex had his back at him. He understood.

"The pumped your stomach." He continued.

He got no response from Alex. At this point Alex was holding in tears.

"It's a good thing I came as you were passing out. They said you'll be okay but they are keeping you in here for observation." He continued

"You've been here for awhile, I've been waiting for you to come back." He said his voice was breaking.

He began to cry as the thought of losing someone so important came back.

"I was so scared I lost you." He said sobbing

"I'm sorry I made you worry." Alex replied. He tried to sound strong but he was on the verge of tearing up.

"No buddy I'm sorry I didn't pay attention." James said still sobbing.

"It's not a big deal, I didn't want to bother you with something so trivial." Alex said. The tears were so close to falling out.

"This wasn't trivial." James said stopping himself from crying as best he could.

"You don't have to look at me but I promise you what happens to you is very important not only to you but me too." He continued.

"It's nothing James I was just too weak to deal with it." Alex replied. His voice trembled he was losing control of his tears.

"Man if a problem affects you so much its very important. Your problem doesn't have to be a national security to be addressed and you don't have to wait until it gets terrible to call me." James reassured him.

"I thought you would be better off with out me." He said his tears were flowing down his face, he tried to stay silent.

"I love you, I wouldn't want a world without my best friend." James was much closer to his bed now he was standing right beside it.

"I'm sorry James" he said turning to James. His eyes filling with tears he was still trying to hold back.

"Don't apologize." James said. Pulling a smile on his face to comfort his friend.

"I'm so sorry." He was still trying to keep his tears in.

"May I hug you?" James said stretching his arms out.

"Please." Alex said sitting up to receive his embrace.

He dug his head into James chest. His chest was moving eratically

"It's okay." James said. Gently rubbing his back.

"Stop holding it in let it out let yourself be weak." He said.

Alex screamed as he held on tighter to James. He let his tears flow out and he wailed out loud not caring who heard him.

"I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I want you here no matter what I'll always want you here, remember that. If you don't want you here I'll always want you here." James said through Alex sobs.

@irathgo

[sumire-bride]

Sumire and shuus route (demo) ecstasy prologue

((READ HASHTAGS PLZ!! It has the tw before you start the route!))

Scene is in living room

Sumire- ..pwah… (..it seems I have grown quite tired… in fact.. I have been more tired then usual… how strange…)

(..My body has been out of control as of late… oh goodness I don’t understand this at all… I ended up getting sick again this morning… I wonder what is wrong…)

*THUMB*

Sumire- ..ah… (..my chest stings…)

(..my chest has been burning or begins to sting every.. few hours or so… it is truly painful….)

*laito appears*

Laito- ne bitch-chan…~

Sumire- … (..maybe I should find a book about this… or..! Maybe I should do something to keep my mind off this… or drink some tea… hmm…)

Laito- bitch-chan.. can’t you hear me..? Ah.. her eyes are closed..

Sumire- … (..like shuu-sama said… this must be a tiny flu … nothing I have not had before… it will leave soon enough…)

Laito- nfu how cute, she closes her eyes when she’s lost in thought.. pretty dumb when your in a house of vampires though..

Hey

*snap snap*

Bitch-chan..!

Sumire- ..!!… ah..

Oh… hello laito-same… is there something I can do for you…?

Laito- you were ignoring me, a little rude don’t you think..? I just wanted to grab your attention,

I’d like to have a little chat with you.. bit-ch- cha-n~

Sumire- ..chat…? Of course… if having a chat makes laito-sama happy then I am willing to do so… please say what you need to…

Laito- fufu, always so eager to listen to others aren’t you..? Well..

There’s something different about you.. like your scent, it’s stronger now.. I felt like I should just ignore it but..

The scent kept coming back to me every time I’m near you.. mind telling me what that’s about hmm..?

Sumire- ..scent…? Do I have a scent…? I am not quite sure I understand….

Laito- yeah a scent is on you. Sure you had one before but now.. it’s stronger for some reason.

I got curious.. so I wanted to ask our bitch-chan about it.. seems you don’t understand it either

Sumire- ..I am sorry…. If there is a way I can understand and please you please tell me….

Laito- ufu, I’m beginning to think you have been doing some “things” with someone~ or..

One of my brothers, but who could it be hm.. so tell me bitch-chan, what type of things have you been doing..?

Sumire- ..things….? Well.. I have been sick and I’ve been around shuu-sama… I need to make sure he does not get hurt…

Laito- around shuu? Ahh so you went after the big brother, what have you two been doing together hmm..?

Sumire- ..mm… we just talk if I am honest…. Not always much….

Is there a reason you would like to know this…?

Laito- do I really need one..? Well if I’m being honest.. I smell I completely different smell on you.. your scent is there but..

I also smell another being on you, and not necessarily on you.. but it’s like there’s a scent inside you, ahh, you having me thinking about it so much and it’s simply enticing me to know more..

Sumire- …?.. inside me…? I am not quite sure I understand…

Laito- for the first little bit the scent of your blood changed but then.. after a little while it’s like a whole new beings scent has the one side of your body

I want to know.. have you been doing anything with shuu, like.. something we consider, naughty.. ufu, go on you can tell me, I won’t tell anyone

Sumire- ..naughty…? Uh.. (..pardon me but…) ah..! It is not like we have been doing anything of the sort…! Please do not make such assumptions….!

Laito- aha..! So my theory was correct..! It only seemed like the only option to go by since shuus the only one who stays here with bitch-chan..

You both were alone for so long, I wonder what type of things he did to your body..ahh.. the thought makes me want to know myself.. but

Sumire- ..er… (..that moment with shuu-sama and me is very secret.. it was not only a confusing but special moment for me… I did not want people to know about it…)

But.. what…?

Laito- I don’t think I can do that now.. I’m not even sure if I should suck your blood anymore.. mm.. how sad I won’t be able to,

Sumire- ..?… I am not quite sure what you mean… (..I don’t understand…)

Laito- you don’t know..? You haven’t figured it out..? Well I guess I of all people shouldn’t be surprised over how dense our little bitch-Chan can be..

Sumire- ..ah… do you maybe know why I am sick…? I would like to know… maybe I could find a way to cure myself besides resting…

Laito- fufu your adorable bitch-chan, you have no idea, I’ll tell you because your laito is so nice..

Your pre-gna-nt~

Sumire- ..huh….? (..pregnant…? I don’t.. huh…)

Laito- hahaha..! Look at that enticing face! You look so surprised it’s laughable.. so how do you feel about that hm..? The first bride to come in here and actually make a child with one of us..

Sumire- ..what… (..no… I can not be pregnant… I’ve read books about this thing called pregnancy…. There is just no way….)

..but… how is laito-Sama so sure…? You can not be sure from scent…. (..I can not sense any reason for him to lie to me… there’s no bad intent… could I truly be…)

Laito- vampires have a good nose, it’s how we can find prey so easily, and it’s also how we find cute women like you,

Sumire- … (..But.. I can not get pregnant…. If father found out… what… what would he think of me…? No… what would he do with me… or mother… or chousoka-nii…. Everything would go to hell if oroshii-nii found out….!)

Laito- oh don’t look so worried bitch-chan.. this is considered good for humans right..? Well I guess maybe for some

I’ve not once pictured me as a uncle, but the worlds full of surprises isn’t it,

Sumire- ..I can not let this happen… oh if anyone one of my family found out… ahh…

Laito- ufu, I’ll leave you to your own little thoughts about this okay,

*laito walks off*

Laito- bye bye bitch-chan.. I’ll keep this our little secret Kay..~!

Sumire- …uh… (..I couldn’t possibly be… no… no way… there is just no way….) … (..I am… I am not…)

???- (isn’t that what you wanted..?)

Sumire- ..what… I do not understand…. (..a voice…)

???- (a loving home.. a husband.. and a child.. you didn’t care who.. you just wanted that life you’ve seen in the book..)

Sumire- …please stop talking…. (..why is there a voice…)

???- (..don’t deny it.. you got what you wanted.. so why are you so upset..?)

Sumire- …stop… I don’t want to hear it…

(..that is what I wanted… right…?)

*flashback*

Flashback is in a big office

Young sumire- … (..wow…! This book has a happy ending…! Father gave me a new book… hm..)

*sumire flips the page*

Young sumire- … (..what is that…? “And soon this child.. in.. inside me will be full of love.. it will give us the love we need.. my de..dear…” ..?… child..? There are other children besides me…? I will continue to read it…)

*TIMESKIP*

Young sumire- …!.. (..this women had a baby…! Amazing…! I never knew a women could do that…! And her and the man got married…! What a happy ending…)

Fufu..

???- my child.. what are you laughing about..?

Sumire- ..hehe… the book gave me… this women had a baby…! And she got married….. I did not know there other children like me… well.. besides koukai-nii and the twins…

..how do you know make children father…?

???- *cough cough* dear that’s something you can learn later in life.. I won’t explain that to you

Sumire- ..i see… well.. the women is very happy… hehe… I want to have kids when I’m.. older…! And get married…!

..can I get married and have children father…? I promise I’ll still be with you…

???- married and children..? Why would you want such a thing..? You have me,

Im the only one you need my dear, no one else..

Sumire- ..I know but… I want to be as happy as she is in the book… she said that this child will bring happiness…

..I want to bring happiness to the world…. So maybe.. I can make you and I both happy if I have one… oh please father won’t you let me have thing called marriage and a child…?

???- er.. haah.. you are quite the little girl aren’t you.. well.. maybe when your of age I’ll find you a man of my liking, and then you can have as many children with that man as I see fit, how about that hm..?

Sumire- ..hahah…! If that makes you happy then I am happy with that decision…!

???- fufu.. settle down my love, that won’t happen any time soon you understand..? Your still a child you know

Sumire- ..okay…! (..father is the best…! I hope he picks a good man for me… I promise i will make the world happy…)

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

Sumire- … (..Father… I am so sorry… I.. I didn’t mean to…)

Monologue

..sometimes.. I wish I never read that book..

Because of how I feel at this moment..

It makes me seem so ungrateful for what I’ve always wanted since I was a little girl..

In the story.. everything seemed so happy.. that child made the women happy.. the marriage made her happy..

..I wanted that life.. to be loved and have something to love..

But then again I’m beginning to learn that books are full of lies..

I love a demon.. I have another being inside that I’m unsure will come out truly loved..

my life is the opposite of the books..

I truly lived a full childhood and life of lies..

—to be continued—

maniac epilogue—ecstasy 1

[beautifulchaostrash]

Hi! could I get some fluff with Lester Sinclair and a female S/O? like a date, they go to the woods to search for animal bones and other cool stuff that can be found in the forest and at some point they get lost because they were too distracted being adorable? thank you so much!!!💞💞💞💞 love ya! hope you're doing well💞

A Paisley Afternoon

Lester Sinclair x Fem!Reader

SFW, mentions of abuse, swearing

Word count: 4,884

assasdjhajfsgawgeu you are SO sweet! QwQ I hope you’re doing good as well!

Quick disclaimer: I have not seen the House of Wax, and I haven’t really written for the Sinclair brothers that much, so if their characterization seems off plz let me know! This was hella fun to write and I’m super glad you requested this! (I’m also lowkey simping for Lester Sinclair, what have u done to me)

I know u asked for fluff and while this mostly is, I made the ending kinda angsty cause I can’t help myself...T-T but it has a happy ending tho

cut because this is a loooong ass fic

“S-so uh, Y/N! V-Vinnie asked me to uh, go get some stuff from the forest, ya know, for his artstuffs? And uh, ‘was wonderin’ if you wanted to come with, since yer a big fan of nature and stuff, heh. I-if you don’t that’s ok I understand I-”

You silenced his nervous rambling with a kiss on the cheek.

“I’d love to! Could we make it a picnic? I don’t get to cook for you often,” you hummed.

Lester blushed a deep red. “Y-yeah if you wanna, I’d love that...uh, m-meet you at our usual spot? Four pm?”

“I’ll see you then!” You gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before turning to go back into the house.

He gawked for a minute before jogging down the porch steps, stammering his goodbyes. He drove off as if he had gotten de-pantsed during gym class and was retreating to hide out his shame in the locker room.

...

He would never call this a date. Not in a million years. After all ‘Dates are s'posed to be nice and fancy, and if there’s one thing I ain’t it’s that!’. Lester’s self-deprecating humor came back in your mind as you sat on the edge of the boarded-up well. The well served as your go-to meet spot for these kinds of outings.

Even though you had both been dating for years, Lester always treated every date as if it were his first. As if he couldn't believe that you wanted to spend time with him. It broke your heart to think about, but it was sweet in away.

Every time he came up with an excuse. ‘Bo wants me out of the house for the evening'...'We need more parts for the House of Wax, and I need some help'... 'You’ve spent a lot of time inside lately, you should go on a walk'! And I’ll come with to protect you in case people come by.’  But you knew better.

You knew that Lester was too nervous to ask you outright. You’re snapped out of your daydream by the slam of a car door. Looking up to see Lester jogging towards you, Jonsey following close behind.

“S-sorry I’m late! Lost track of ti-...Y/N! How many times have I told you not to sit on that well!?!” he picked up his pace, sprinting to where you sat.

You sheepishly stood up, not noticing that you had been leaning on it in the first place.

“Sorry sweetheart, guess I jus’ got tired,”

He pulled you into a tight hug, then pulled away to check your body for injuries. He was like a flustered mother goose, almost.

“That well is ancient, why it-it was 'prolly here before Bo and Vinnie were even born! If you p-put too much weight on it, it could-”

“Collapse and I could get hurt, I know, I know. Gah! You worry too much darling,” You stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss into the bridge of his nose.

He stood back and put his hands on his hips, eyeing you up and down.

“Why I oughta-” He wagged a finger in your direction.

“What? You oughta what? What’re you gonna do huh?” you smirked and leaned into him, tilting your head.

“I oughta…” He trailed off at your sudden challenge, blushing hard.

His eyes widened and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

“I oughta kiss you, fer being so reckless!” He crossed his arms.

You giggled and put a hand over your forehead. “Oh no! What a tragedy! Forced to kiss the most handsome man in the world! Whatever shall I do???”

You sank to the ground and leaned against Jonsey, putting a hand to your forehead. Lester looked down at his feet and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Aww shucks!” He muttered.

You jumped up, wrapping your arms around his waist and ghosting your lips against his. Lester pressed his hands against your waist and closed the distance between you two. You stayed connected for a moment, savoring the tangy taste of sweat and dirt on your tongue. You only broke away when you heard Jonesy snuffling around in the picnic basket you brought with. After shooing her away from your food, Lester went back to his truck to gather his bag, and you were both on your way.

You and Lester walked through the forest, taking your time to pick your way for the undergrowth. Even though you both did this often, and usually traveled the same path each time, you never failed to find stuff.

Jonesy, not learning her lesson from the last time, went after a badger and got her ass kicked again. Leading to a very angry rant from Lester, even though she couldn’t understand what she was saying.

Even though you were looking for animal bones, anything was game. From discarded beer cans to cool looking rocks, weird plants, whatever you managed to find.

You both stopped in a small clearing, the trees were sparser here and the grass a bit taller. A perfect place for treasures to hide. Lester beamed, moving to start sifting through the vegetation. You set your basket down nearby and followed suit, hiking up your pant legs to avoid the mud.

A few minutes and a couple of oddly shaped rocks later, Lester called out to you. He showed off a very excellent stick, that was a bit shorter than him and looked thick and sturdy. He handed it to you, proclaiming that it was going to be your 'wizard staff'.

“Wizard staff?” you chuckled, grabbing the stick from his hands.

“Why yes! You are the most magical person I’ve met! You’ve got to be some sort of powerful enchantress! Sein' as you’ve put a spell on my heart~” he smiled and grabbed you by the waist, leaning down to kiss you.

You gasped when he pulled away, blushing at his cheesy comments. You sure as shit weren’t gonna let him get away with it without firing back with some of your own.

“That’s funny, seeing as you’re the one who’s charmed me~” you whispered in his ear, your breath hot on his sensitive skin.

You spun around and stooped down to pick through the grass,  ignoring his flustered gaping. He smiled and kneeled next to you in the dirt, enjoying the silence of the forest.

You both trek on for another hour or so, before finding a level area near a creek to collapse and have lunch. You made quick work, unfurling the blanket and setting out the food. You tossed a few treats towards Jonsey to make sure your meal wouldn't get sacrificed.

You fell onto the ground with a thud, letting your aching muscles relax. Even though it wasn't hot out, the humidity made doing anything outside torture. You don't know how Lester managed to do it every day.

“You need to eat, here d-drink some water,” he pushed a canteen into your hands along with a sandwich.

“Water?” Taking a swig from the canteen, you smirked. “Why, I think you have more than quenched my thirst, gorgeous~”

Lester went red from ear to ear as he realized that you were ogling his backside while he rummaged around in his bag. He flushed and sat down next to you, suddenly very invested in the ham sandwich in front of him. You finished your sandwich and leaned against his shoulder. Lester blushed and started stammering. You silence him with a kiss, one hand moving to cup his cheek, the other moving to his chest.

He reciprocated, wrapping his arms around your waist and deepening the kiss. His lips slid against yours, chapped and sweaty, and tasting faintly of blood. It was more than gross, it was ghastly, repulsive even, and yet so so addicting. Every time you think you get enough of him he leaves you yearning for more. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought him to be a succubus or some kind of land-dwelling siren.

But nope, it was just Lester. Lester bringing you gifts in the form of wildflowers, pretty rocks, and books. Lester giving you full-throated, heartfelt praise and sappy comments. Lester giving you more passion and love and charm in one smile than anyone else could give you in a lifetime. Bo may be a smooth-talking seducer, but Lester? Lester was straight up husband material, and it made your heart melt.

And it made other things melt as well, you realized as you were craving more of him. You opened your mouth slightly, pushing your tongue on his lips to savor more of that sickly sweet taste. He obliged you, parting his lips to brush your tongues together. Straddling his waist, you press your body against his, leveraging a more intimate kiss.

He gave out a small groan, which only spurned you on further. Your  hand reached down to pull at the hem of his shirt, when his rough hands gripped your hips and pulled you off of him.

“Not in front of Jonesy!” he hissed into your ear.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the notion.

“Jonsey? Babe, she’s just a dog she doesn’t care what we’re doin’, she doesn’t even understand what sex is!”

He puffed up , a bit offended by your words. “She is not jus’ a dog, she is an innocent creature and does not deserve to be exposed to that kind o’ stuff!”

You snickered again, conceding defeat. “Alright alright, but you owe me, mister,” you teased.

He smiled and kissed the top of your head as you snuggled into his side.

“Don’ worry bout a thing darlin’, I always pay my debts,”

You both relaxed, exchanging kisses and occasionally commenting about work, or the weather. After a while, you both decided it was time to move on, and you packed up camp.

As you stopped to refill the canteens from the creek, your eye noticed something odd in the water.

Upon closer inspection, you realized it was a very smooth rock. You, of course, fished it out to take home with you. Only then did you realize what about it that had caught your eye in the first place. The rock itself was a dark color, flat, and about the same circumference as a small wine bottle. Right smack in the middle of the rock was a hole going clear through to the other side.

Your jaw dropped. It was a hag stone. You had heard of them before but had never expected to ever find one naturally occurring. They were ridiculously rare and only formed under specific circumstances. Even though it seemed to be a bit silly, you mentally thanked the forest and the creek for giving you such a gift. “Lester!” you called out. “Come look at what I found!”

You ran over to him and dropped the stone into his palm. His eyes widened, his fingers running over the smooth surface, tracing the round hole.

“You found this in th’ creek?” he held the stone up to his face and peered through the hole curiously.

“Yeah! It was just sitting there,”

“Well I’ll be, I never seen anything like it!”

“They’re called Hag Stones! It's rumored they hold powerful magic, since they're only created through natural means,”

Lester hummed and pushed the stone back into your hands.

“That’s a real hell of a find y/n!” He smiled.

You palmed the rock, thinking for a moment. An idea popped into your head.

“Say Lester do you have any rope or string?” you asked.

He nodded and went to retrieve it from his pack. It was a small bundle of thin para-cord, stolen off some unfortunate tourist. 

“Perfect!” you beamed.

Taking the loose end, you compared the length to your neck to gauge it, then took a small pocket knife and cut the rope. Looping one end through the hole in the rock, then tying both ends in a secure knot. Beckoning Lester to lean down, you looped the necklace over his head, leaving it to rest on his neck . He looked down at it and smiled.

“When Hag Stones are worn around the neck like this, they make the wearer pretty much immune to curses and bad luck. It’s even said that if you look through it, you’ll be able to see into the kingdom of the Fae Folk! And because we found this one in the forest, it grants you favor with the tree spirits!” you bit your tongue and blushed, realizing how silly and hippy-dippy you sounded.

“‘Course that’s just all legend, but it is still pretty though, and I think it suits you nicely.”

Lesters’ eyes widened, and he tried to lift the stone from around his neck. “I can't! Y-you need this more than me!”

You snatched his hands from the cord and laced your fingers in his, shrugging.

“You deserve it baby, you deserve to be protected. You deserve to be happy and loved too! I’m plenty safe with you and Jonesy around. It’s your turn to be taken care of,” you leaned and pressed your forehead against his.

Reaching up, you rubbed his cheek, surprised when your hand came away wet. Looking up you saw that he was crying.

“Oh, Lester? What’s wrong sweetie?” you wiped away the streams of tears with your thumbs.

“N-nothing I just-” he closed his eyes and let out a choked sob. His hands came to rest atop yours. “No one’s ever t-told me that, that i d-deserve to be happy and s-safe!”

He burrowed his face in your shoulder and sobbed. You stood and held him there, rocking back and forth while rubbing circles on his back in through his hair. His arms gripped you tight enough to hurt, but you didn’t mind. Even as you cooed and shushed him, anger bubbled behind your soothing tone.

You were furious. Furious at his parents for treating him like he didn’t exist, at Bo for bullying him constantly, and at Vincent too. Even though Vincent wasn’t as nasty, he still brushed Lester off like a horsefly that wouldn’t leave him alone. When Lester tried to talk to him, show him something, even just say hi, Vincent would always sign the same things.

‘I’m busy,’

‘Go bother Bo,’

‘Lester please, I have a headache, be quiet,’

It made your blood boil and your vision go red. Yeah sure, Vincents’ mute and can’t eat or smile without his deformity causing him pain. Bo was treated like the devil incarnate by his parents in favor of Vincents’ artistic talent. But they had the same fucking parents. The same fucking childhood. The least they could do is treat him like something more than a piece of dirt. Some days you wondered if they even cared about him.

You snapped out of your ire when Lester pulled you into a tender kiss, lower lip still trembling slightly. You pulled back and planted kisses all over his face, on his nose, chin, eyelid, everywhere. He devolved into a fit of wet giggles, his nose crinkling as your lips tickled his handsome features. He wiped his eyes again and looked you in the eyes lovingly.

“I love you, Y/N,”

“I love you too, Lester,”

You smiled and gave him one final kiss. He beamed. Taking the stone, he held it up to his eye, peering through the hole at you.

“Well hey! Would’ya lookit that! I’ve already found myself a fairy! And a mighty cute one at that!~”

You giggled and pushed him away bashfully. “Go pack up the rest of our stuff ya goofball!”

>>>>>

Following the river, you continued to look for stuff along the winding trail. You snagged a pretty decent haul, all things considered. Animal bones and carcasses and rocks and some jewelry left behind by a camper. Nothing really out of the norm for the pair of you, and things were going great.

That is until you realize too little too late, that the sun had all but set, and left you in the dark with no idea of where you are. You tried to follow the creek down back the way you came and kept following it. And kept following it, and….

“Lester? I don’t recognize any of this…”

You hoped that Lester would put on his brave act and reassure you that yes, Y/n. He knew the woods like the back of his hand and that you would be home in no time. You did not get that.

“Yeah, me neither, I don’ know where the hell we ended up. It’s too dark for me to read my compass an’ I left the flashlights at Ambrose ‘cause I didn’t think we’d be out past dark,” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone. “Ah, damn it’s dead! Knew I shoulda charged it before I left this morning! Did you bring yours?”

The lack of panic and fear in his voice made your skin crawl. How the hell is he so calm??? And no, you didn’t bother to bring your phone with you this time, not wanting to be annoyed with phone calls from work. Lester seemed to notice your mounting panic and quickly set about comforting you.

“Y/N! Y/n, dont be upset, we’ll be ok! You got me an' Jonesy here to protect you. I’m pretty sure that this creek leads to the main road, and we can follow the road back to Ambrose. You have extra food in that basket right?”

“Uh, yeah, treats for Jonesy, some apples and an extra sandwich I think, and we have water in the canteens still,”

“Alrighty then, If worse comes to absolute worse, we’ll make camp for the night in the forest. Then I can make a fire and we’ll head out in th mornin' when it’s light out, ok? Hey…” He reached out and put a hand on your shoulder. “We’re gonna be ok.” he said with an air of finality, putting you somewhat at ease and strenghtening your resolve.

You continued to follow the creek, holding hands so you wouldn’t get separated. You walked on for what seemed like hours, but eventually, you came across the road Lester talked about. You would’ve cried out for joy if you weren't so goddamn tired. You hadn’t realized how far you went into the forest. Lester stepped out into the middle of the road and looked towards the sky, looking for something. You stepped out and looked up with him. You gasped at the sight of the sky. You had never seen so many stars in the sky before. Well, that’s a lie, Lester took you stargazing often, but it still stole your breath every time.

“Fuck” he whispered under his breath. “It’s a new moon,”

“Why’s that bad?” you asked.

“Can’t tell which way east is, ‘least not very easily,” he muttered.

He scanned the sky further, peering at it with an intense stare. Even though you were horribly, horribly lost, you were happy to be able to spend time with Lester. A little bit of impromptu stargazing was also a plus.

“Jesus, you think after a while i’d start to remember to bring the flashlights, huh? Guess you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” He chuckled.

You reached out for Lesters’ hand again, squeezing it gently. He continued to curse under his breath before giving up on whatever it was he was looking for. “Y/N, I’m really sorry this turned into such a shitshow, I-”

“It’s ok pumpkin, shit happens sometimes. The only thing we can really do is try to do better next time,”

“Yeah, I guess,”

You both stood there staring at the sky, not knowing what to do or where to go from here. So you stood, and stared at the sky, in the middle of the road, like a couple o’ crazies.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the car approaching you in the road. A door slammed, jarring you out of your stupor. You rubbed your eyes, stuggling to adjust to the birghtness of the headlights. You heard a voice call out.

“Lester? Jonesy?” it was Bo, of all people, and he seemed to be somewhat concerned  for once in his goddamn life.

“Yeah we are we, just got,” Lester was cut off, the worry vanishing from Bo in an instant once he realized you guys were ok.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!? IT’S ALMOST ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING AND YOU GUYS SAID YOU WOULD BE BACK AT DAWN!!!” he roared. “You haven’t been answering your phone Lester, and YOU, for whatever fucking reason, decided to leave yours at home, what in the fuck happened?!?”

“We got lost,” Lester shrugged.

“Lost?” he hissed. “Fucking lost? Let me guess, asswipe didn’t bother to bring flashlights did he?” Bo asked you, sarcasm and venom dripping from his voice like sour honey.

He was about to launch into another bought of cursing, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Bo whipped around to face his twin, who signed something quickly. You couldn’t make it out in the darkness, but whatever he said, it pissed Bo off.

“Don’t you fuckin’ ‘Bo’ me, I’m tired of this lardass going ‘round ‘causin trouble!” He whipped towards you and jabbed his finger in your face. “And you! You-”

Something inside you snapped. You were exhausted, in pain, and flat out sick of everything.

“What?! I’m what Bo? I’m a worthless, good for nothin’ piece o shit? Huh? Just like your FUCKING BROTHER HUH?!?”

“Ya know what, now that you say it-” he smirked.

CRACK The air around you was still, and thick. Bo doubled over, trying to comprehend what happened. You clenched your jaw, refusing to show tears on your face, even as pain blossomed through your joints.

“Not another fucking word out of your goddamn mouth, Bo Sinclair, or so help me god I’m gonna be the one gluing your lips shut! Got it?” your voice quaked low and dangerous, and even Bo knew better than to try and talk back.

“The way you treat Lester is fucking shameful! The ONLY thing you seem to be good at is making people feel like shit, and I would fucking expect an ADULT MAN to have more emotional maturity THAN A FUCKING THREE OLD!!!” you felt your voice go shrill and high, warbling with rage.

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT THAT YOU PUNCH PEOPLE ‘CAUSE YOUR DADDY DIDN'T LOVE YOU, ‘CAUSE NEWSFLASH, ASSHOLE, LESTER’S DADDY DIDN’T LOVE HIM EITHER, AND NEITHER DID HIS MOMMA!!! A detail you seem to fucking forget even though he’s YOUR FUCKING BROTHER, AND YOU SHOULD BE TREATING HIM WITH MORE RESPECT THAN YOU GIVE TO YOUR FUCKING PICKUP!!!

And you!”

Vincent jumped and almost fell backward when you turned to talk to him. You could see his eyes wide with fear under his waxy mask. Good. You wanted this lesson to fucking stick.

“You have less spine than your fucking wax statues! If you had even an ounce self respect, you’d grow a pair and stop putting up with Bo’s bullshit! Or at the very least, you’d stop cowering in the basement being all sad and tragic and try to be invested in what Lester is trying to say rather than blowing him off with bullshit excuses because you can’t be FUCKED to give shit!!!”

You finally let yourself pause, catching your breath. You heard Vincent shifting his weight on his feet, and felt the eye daggers Bo was stabbing you with. “You three are brothers, so fucking act like it,”

And with that, you grabbed Lester by the hand and led him to Bo’s truck. Neither Bo nor Vincent seemed to make any move to follow you. Opening the driver’s side door, you let Jonesy hop up into the back. Noticing that the keys were still in the ignition, you pulled them out and tossed them to Lester. You slid into the passenger seat and let out a silent sigh. Christ, did your head fucking hurt.

You noticed that Lester seemed a bit anxious, but you could tell that he was happy that someone stood up for him.

You looked over at the twins just in time to see Bo smack Vincent's hand away.

“DOn’t fuckin’ touch me!” he growled.

“Bo, get in the fucking truck,” you hissed.

Vincent scrambled through the driver’s side door into the backseat. You exhaled through your nose, noticing that he chose the seat opposite of where you were sitting.  Bo was a little late to the party, but you savored the humiliation of him having to crawl into the backseat of his truck.

Satisfied, you leaned against the headrest of your seat, trying to steady your breaths. The purr of the engine was a welcome distraction from the tense air around you. You must’ve fallen asleep at some point because the last thing you remember was Lester carrying you to bed. He gave you a kiss, whispering a gentle ‘thank you’ before you drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

BONUS:

Bo gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes.

“I cannot believe you are making me do this,” he mumbled.

“Please, Bo! I don’t wanna get yelled at again!” Vincent signed hastily.

Bo raised an eyebrow. “You really are a self absorbed prick, aren’t you?”

Vincent dropped his hands in exasperation before picking them up again. “Fine, It’s the right thing to do, and I’m a jerk just like you, now will you please-”

“Alright, alright,” Bo waved Vincents’ hands down.

He reluctantly got up from the couch and trudged up the stairs, Vincent tugging him along . Bo gently knocked on Lester’s bedroom door. Hearing a muffled ‘yes’, he opened it to see Lester standing near his dresser, putting his gear away. Y/n was fast asleep under the covers.

“She asleep?” He nodded his head towards your shape on the bed.

“Uh, yeah i think so, why?” Lester whispered.

“We need to talk,” Bo stated numbly.

“Oh...Uh, gimme a minuet,” he stuffed his pack in the wardrobe before following Bo and Vincent out into the living room.

Bo stood for a moment, shooting his twin a sour glare. He rubbed his forehead and inhaled sharply.

“I’m sorry,” he groused.

Vincent looked at him expectedly as Lester tilted his head in confusion. Bo let out a long-suffering sigh.

“I’m sorry fer always yellin’ at you and tellin’ you yer a piece a shit, ‘cause ya aren’t. I know that you don’t mean to forget things. The reason why I got so angry tonight was ‘cause I was so damn worried about you, but that’s no excuse. So, I’ll try and uh, ‘manage my emotional outbursts', his words, not mine” Bo nodded at his twin.

“What he’s trying to say is that we both care about you, and we’ve both been letting our emotions dictate how we treat you.” His hands hesitated slightly before continuing. “I...as much as would like to believe, I’m not any better than Bo just because I don’t yell at you. I’m self absorbed, and I need to be more self aware and not let myself get strung up over little things,”

Lester sniffed, wiping the tears that were forming on his eyelids. “You wax-heads, of course I know you guys care about me! Why else would you come looking for me at ‘one in the fucking morning’?” he snickered. “I do appreciate your apologies though...I know you an’ Vinnie ain’t got it easy, god knows you didn’t, I was there, but that was it. Just, there. A bystander. I can’t help but wonder if I had said or done something maybe-”

“Lester,” Bo interrupted. “What happened to me-what happened to us is not your fault, or your responsibility.”

“I figure, but the problem is I’m still a bystander now, here in Ambrose. I don’t ever take charge of anythin’, I just stand there and wait for one of you to tell me to do something. Heh...that’s not really useful, ain’t It? I want-I should be takin’ a more active role in the House of Wax, we all have our part to play, don’t we?” “You’re right, we all need to work together,” Vincent signed.

Bo rolled his eyes and huffed, shaking his head at Vincent.

“OOOKAYY, if this shit gets any sweetter im gonna have a heart attack and die!” Bo stood up to leave. “Goodnight,”

“Oh no, not so fast mister!”

Lester wrapped his arms around Bo and pulled him into a hug. Vincent was quick to hug him from behind, pinning Bo between him and Lester.

“Alrighty, I love you too...ok that’s enough you can let me go

now...guys?....Helloooo?”

“We're not lettin' go 'til you hug back~,” Lester sang out.

Vincent rested his head on Bo’s shoulder in place of making a sarcastic remark. Bo grumbled, throwing his arms around Lester, who in turn, squeezed Bo tighter.

“Hey! A Sinclair Sandwich! Ain’t had one of these in a long time,” Lester giggled.

“Happy now?” Bo muttered.

“Yeah,” he sighed.

Bo relaxed a little, allowing himself to sink into the physical affection. Vincent hummed happily in response, and Lester nuzzled into Bo’s other shoulder. Bo closed his eyes, and for a fleeting moment, believed that he was going to be okay.

-Mod Elith

[benhardyisdaddy]

must be a dream - part 3

MASTERLIST 

(welcome to part 3 and i hope u all enjoy this wild roller coaster :))) ALSO i will take every single billy pic/gif yall have plz lolol)

Word Count: 2,475

“And that’s where we are now,” says One. “Here in your apartment while completely disregarding apparently everything. Ya know, staying dead isn’t that hard!”

One had turned around to give Billy an irritated look. He rolls his eyes as he continues to hold Stella close to him. Everyone looks back to you and watches as you stare into space with your eyebrows knitted together. Tears welled up in your eyes as they suddenly begin pouring down. You don’t fight them back or wipe them away. You allow them to trickle down as your mind is racing. You’re trying to wrap your head around everything One had just told you. You weren’t sure how to feel at the moment. 

You were beyond happy to know that Billy was alive and well, but you were also beside yourself. You were hurt and angry, but mostly offended. You lightly shake your head as your eyes scan the room and lock with Billy’s. He swallows hard as your eyes narrow and your chin quivers. He hates seeing you like this. You were destroyed and this was all his fault. 

“You abandoned me.” you barely whisper. 

His heart shattered even more. His face drops as he continues to watch you in distraught. 

“You promised me you’d come back and you never did!” you slightly shout as you stand up fast. “You left me for… For strangers! You left me all alone to cry myself to sleep, so what!? So you could become some superhero? You gave up everything to play dead!?” 

The anger that you had bottled up was finally about to explode. You could feel it burning and gurgling in your chest as everyone takes a step back from you. Your face was going red as your eyes were becoming dark. Billy holds Stella even closer to him as he fights back tears. You were speaking the truth and he knows it. 

“I know,” he says fast. “I know that I hurt you and destroyed what we have! You don’t think it killed me every day to not be able to see you?” he asks. 

“It killed you!?” you ask loudly as you take another step towards him. “How about me going more than a year thinking that you were actually killed!” 

Billy didn’t know what else to say. He felt defenseless. No matter what he says, you were always going to bite back even harder. 

“I will never forgive myself for leaving you, y/n.” he says quietly. 

It goes silent for a moment as you two just stare at each other. Your chin quivers as you slowly shake your head. 

“If I hadn't seen you at the park… Would you have ever came back?” 

You asked a question you already knew the answer to. Billy just stares at you with wide eyes as he thinks about it. He doesn’t answer fast enough and you knew it. No. He wouldn’t of. If you hadn't seen him today, he would’ve snuck away and would have still been dead to you. That’s what hurts the most to think about. 

“You didn’t want me anymore,” you whisper. 

“That’s not true!” Billy harshly whispers back as he takes a step forward. 

You ignore him as you continue speaking. 

“You abandoned me when I needed you the most and if I can go all this time thinking you’re dead, I can go even longer.” 

That statement is what causes Billy to stop in his tracks and lose his breath. It’s as if someone had punched the air out of him. No matter how hard he tried to breathe, he just couldn’t. You can’t look him in the eyes as you walk up and grab Stella from his arms. You hold her against you as you quickly backup and stare at the floor. You were shaking hard as you wipe tears away and sniffle. 

“You don’t get to play dead and decide when it’s more convenient for you to come back into our lives. You need to leave.” 

Your tone was stern, but still hesitant. Of course you didn’t actually want Billy to leave. You wanted him to stay with you forever and always, but you were angry. Beyond angry. No words could describe this feeling inside. You just couldn’t look at him right now. Every time you do, you get more upset. The rest of the gang all look to Billy with their eyes wide. They knew how badly this was hurting him. 

One watches you for a moment as he frowns and walks up to Billy. His heart hurts for you as well, but he needed to take care of his team. He pats Billy on the back and leans in a bit. 

“We need to go.” he whispers. 

Billy is still staring at you as he nods his head, but doesn’t move his feet. He’s frozen in place. 

“C’mon, Four.” whispers One as he slightly pushes him towards the door. 

You want to scream out and tell him to come back, but you don’t. You just watch as everyone exits the apartment. Billy’s the last one to leave, but before he does, he turns around to look at you once more.

“This is where we’re staying and these are our room numbers. Just… In case.” says Two as she slides a piece of paper on your desk. 

You watch her quietly as you nod your head slightly. Billy is watching you intensely as he speaks.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he chokes out. “I was doing something good for once. Something I thought would make you proud.” 

“And you thought making me proud would be by deserting me?” you spat at him. 

You didn’t mean to be so harsh and cruel towards him. You know that every time you are, his heart breaks a little more. You couldn’t help yourself. This anger you felt had a mind of it’s own and you couldn’t control it. You just needed to be by yourself. Billy flinches at your harsh words as he shuts his eyes and tenses his jaw. He takes in a deep breath and turns to walk out. 

“I still love you.” he mumbles just before closing the door behind him. 

Once it’s shut, you hurry up to it and lock it fast. You gently rest your head on top of Stella’s as your eyes squeeze shut. You begin sobbing as your body shakes. You force your way to your bed and sit down on it before your legs go out from underneath you. Stella coos a bit as she wiggles around and drifts to sleep. You thank the gods that you have her in your life. You kiss the top of her head as you lay her down beside you. You lay down as well and close your eyes. Exhaustion hits you like a ton of bricks as you drift off to sleep.

***

“Well, that went as planned.” sarcastically says One. 

Everyone rolls their eyes as Billy sits on his bed with his knees pulled up to his chest. He’s lost in thought as they all speak about what had just happened. 

“What if she turns us in?” asks Five. 

“She wouldn’t do that.” Three says fast. 

“How would you know!?” asks Five defensively. 

“Because you saw the look on her face!” shouts Three. “She’s not saying anything!” 

They all begin talking at once as Billy completely mutes them. His mind is focused on you and Stella only. He then suddenly remembers the letters you wrote. His eyes go wide as he leans over the bed and grabs his backpack. He unzips it fast and pulls out the bundle of letters with his name on them. He holds them close to his chest as he slowly and quietly makes his way off of the bed and towards the bathroom. Nobody notices him as they all bicker at one another. Billy locks the door behind him and walks to the bathtub. He steps inside and sits down. He needed to read at least one more you had wrote. He just needed a part of you with him. 

Dear Billy, 

Two weeks have passed since my last letter to you. I stopped writing for many reasons. Preparing for a baby is very time consuming (I’m sure you’d love every single second of it), work has been busy and, well… I feel almost silly for doing this. For writing to someone who I’ll never see again. Someone who will never read any of these. But ever since I stopped writing to you, something strange has been happening. 

I see you everywhere, Billy. I’ve seen you as clear as day on the other side of the road while I’m out for a stroll. I’ve stopped in my tracks as you just stared at me. It was so real, Billy. It was as if you were actually there, but you weren’t. The moment someone walked by, you would vanish and I would feel completely insane. You’re everywhere and yet nowhere all at once. I keep telling myself it’s my imagination, but I don’t want to believe that. I want to believe that it’s you and that you’re somehow still here. I’ve thought about getting help for it. As much as I love seeing your face in a crowd, it’s become too much for me. 

Your eyes are always so tired with dark bags under them. You never smile - there’s always a faint frown. You seem so unhappy and I so badly want to run across the street and help you, but I can’t. I can never help you again. I’ve failed you and I can never tell you how truly sorry I am. I’m so sorry you’ll never be able to meet our sweet Stella. I’m so sorry that you’re not here to feel her tiny kicks. They’re starting to become more prominent and it feels so real now. She’s real. I still can’t believe we’re going to be parents. I promise that she will grow up to know how amazing her father is. She will never go a day without me talking about you. I promise, Billy. I just miss you so much. I want you home again. I lost my home the day I lost you… So please come back. 

Yours Forever, 

Y/n 

Billy’s face is twisted with tears flooding his eyes. His body is gently shaking as he covers his face with his hand and fights back a loud sob. He should’ve thought all of this through, but he didn’t. Why he didn’t think this would affect you this badly? He’s not sure. All he’s sure about is how he failed you. As a lover and as a friend. And now as a father. He has to make all of this right… And fast. He needs to fix this before he loses you all over again. He owes you at least that much. Before Billy stands up to walk out, there’s a loud bang at the bathroom door. 

“Billy, we need to talk to you!” calls out Two. 

Billy jumps at her sudden voice as he freezes and looks back down at the letter in his hand. He slowly stands up and wipes away the tears from his face. He takes in a deep breath and steps back out into the hotel room. Everyone’s turned and facing him. He knits his eyebrows all confused as he stops and looks around at them.

 “What?” he asks fast. 

“We have an idea,” says Two with a slight smile on her face. 

“About?” asks Billy, still not understanding. 

“About y/n, you idiot!” calls out Three. 

One stands up and walks over to Billy with a hard to read expression. He pats him on the shoulder and raises his eyebrows. 

“You might want to sit down for this.” 

***

You’re still in bed fast asleep with Stella beside you. All was quiet as you snooze away with not a care in the world. You dream of Billy and as it was before he left you. You’re both smiling and laughing as he holds you close to him. Everything seemed so normal and perfect. You were actually happy. He was making you laugh by some cheesy joke he was telling and you never wanted this moment to end… But it did. 

Loud banging caused you to flinch awake. Your eyes fly open as your heart races like crazy. You look over to a sleeping Stella and begin to calm down when suddenly more banging it heard. You gasp as you sit up fast and look towards your door. You slip from the covers and very gently tip toe over to it. You hold your breath as you lean forward and look through the peephole. Your heart almost stops as you spot two men dressed in all black. One of them looks down at his watch to check the time. The other moves his jacket slightly and reveals a gun in his waistband. You cover your mouth with your hand just as one of them leans forward and bangs again on the door. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” you whisper to yourself.

You automatically go into fight or flight mode. All you can think about in this moment is Stella and making sure to keep her safe. Whoever these guys are, they’re more than likely here because of Billy and everyone else. You rush over to a drawer by your desk and pull out a baby carrier that Billy’s mom had gotten for you. You quickly buckle it around your shoulders and waist as you gently pick up Stella. She whines a bit as you place her inside of it and make sure she’s in securely. 

She places her head on your chest as you look around for anything else you might need. Your eyes fall onto a piece of paper on your desk. You quickly remember Two giving you the address for the hotel they’re staying at and their room numbers. You hurry to it and slip it in your pocket. You need to get out of there. You hurry to a window that leads to a set of fire stairs and open it up. The men at the door begin kicking at it brutally. You know it won’t stay closed forever. You hold Stella close to you as you step out into the night and take in a deep breath. 

You’ve been doing this kind of thing with Billy for as long as you can remember. All that’s in your way now is that there’s a baby involved. You look down at Stella and nod your head as you begin making your way down to the first floor. Just as you make it safely, you hear your apartments door fling open. You hear deep voices and the sound of glass shattering as you begin running towards the direction of the hotel. Whoever these guys were, you know six people that might know them.

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Homecoming| O. Diaz

Requests: 79 for omb spooky plz? I was thinking maybe the reader sees him for the first time after he gets home from prison

Hope this meets your expectations and sorry for the long wait!!!

79.  “I missed your dumb smile”

2nd person; you pronouns

Rating: TV-14

Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x Reader

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Slow tunes played through a speaker that was placed promptly on the kitchen counter top. You inhaled the smell of the spicy sauce you were making on the pan. You increased the heat to quicken the cooking process before checking the time of your watch.

Oscar would be coming home any minute now, and you couldn’t wait to see him. Everything was perfect for his arrival, a dark purple cloth placed to cover the table and on top of that was a single candle accompanied by the fanciest wine you could find.

You couldn’t remember the last time you and Oscar had a meal together, so there was no better time to have one than his homecoming.

Your ears perked up as you heard the front door open, you turned off the fire, bringing your cooking to a pause.

Grinning, you raced towards the door and jumped towards your boyfriend, “Oscar,” you leaned up and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. You admired his face, tracing your fingertips on the new scar that stretched from his jaw to his cheek.

You smiled as he scattered kisses on your face before planting a deep one on your mouth.

He pulled back and murmured gruffly, “I’ve missed you princesa...”

“Me too baby.” You couldn’t stop the smile that was stretching on your face, linking your arms around his neck. He looked different, his face was certainly more roughed up since you had last seen him, and he looked tired.

“I’ve missed your dumb smile,” Oscar whispered in your ear, pressing his lips to yours once more. You tried to keep up with his rough kiss as his tongue licked your closed lips silently begging for entrance. You felt his hands trail dangerously down south, giving your ass a tight squeeze before pushing his fingers under the waistband of your pants.

“I’ve missed your body...” He whispered against your neck.

You felt something firm against your thigh and you moved your hands to his chest to shove him off you, “What the hell?!” You were in slight shock at his brash movements. You hadn’t seen him in months and this is how he wanted to make up for lost time. Besides, you had spent all day cooking and just wanted to sit and dine with him.

“C’mon, mamasita, I think you know what I’m doing,” His lips curved into a smile as he touches crouch, “Vamos a la cama quiero tocarte.” He tried to pull you back into a kiss, but you placed your hands on his chest to hold him back.

You inhaled deeply and mildly squinted at him for a few seconds. Your nostrils were flaring.

It bad enough that he keeps getting locked up, but that when he’s finally out all he wants is sex.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Your voice sounded angry but it was laced with hurt, “I spent ages cooking all this today to try to surprise you and all you care about is sex.”

“Baby, if that’s what you’re worried about we can just heat it up...” Oscar tried to move closer to you but you backed away out of his reach.

You huffed and cocked your hip to the right, giving him about ten seconds to think of a better response before you slapped the shit out of him.

“It’s not that, mami. I’ve just missed you and I haven’t seen you in a while-” Oscar sighed, scratching his bare head.

“Oh, so that means we have to have sex? We can’t sit down and enjoy a meal together just this once.” You crossed your arms against your chest.

“I didn’t fucking say that,” Oscar barked, he was getting more frustrated, he hadn’t seen you in forever, and he was sexually frustrated, he needed you more than anything. “I’ve been locked up for months, I can’t remember the last time-”

"So that means we should have sex?” You cut him off, you were getting more frustrated now, was that all he cared about?

“Can’t we just sit down together and enjoy a meal?”

Oscar growled his frustration getting the better of him, “Oh, come on, Y/N! Don’t be so goddamn sensitive!”

You blinked shocked but ready to give him the same anger he directed at you, “You can’t even realize when people are doing something nice for you! Just shut up you good for nothing Santos!”

“Don’t be such stupid hyna and maybe I fucking will!”

“Get the hell out of here, Oscar. I wish your ass was still in prison!” Your voice was crestfallen as you looked towards the ground, trying to hide the tears that threatened to fall as they pricked the corners of your eyes.

Oscar felt guilty as he looked at your dejected figure, he’d completely ignored the argument you had moments prior and wrapped his arms around you tightly as you buried your face in his chest, breathing in his scent. Your hands clung to his jacket as you attempted to steady your breathing so you wouldn’t burst into tears.

“You just got here, and we’re already arguing. It’s like you never left.” You chided.

Oscar chuckled slightly rubbing circles on your back.

“M'sorry.” he mumbled, his lips brushing against your forehead as he held you close to him, “I didn’t mean to ignore everything you’d done today. It smells amazing. Is that ceviche? You know the juice does all the cooking?” 

You smiled slightly, leading him to the kitchen, “Let’s just have dinner, and after we can go to bed-” You pulled away from his grasp to look up at him with your best bedroom eyes to show all was forgiven.

Oscar chuckled and squeezed your ass, “Of coarse mamasita.”

Dinner was good, but he sure as hell was ready for dessert.

[endless-whump]

Dangerous Territory Pt 2: Fury

Content warning: modern slavery, dehumanization, references to past conditioning and torture, brief reference to past sexual abuse/noncon, general whumper creepiness, violence, gun violence, injury to a child/child abuse (not described), there's a lot plz stay safe <3

here we gooo I'm so sorry this took so long

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The bruises on Luca’s neck were just starting to fade, and he reached up to fidget with the bandages scratching at his skin. Light poured in through the kitchen windows, hitting his back in a way that made him tired, lazily laying his head on his arms on the counter.

The knock on the door startled Luca, they didn't usually get visitors.  He knew Stephen had a lot of friends and coworkers, but they never came here, Stephen always left the house.

He looked up from where he was sitting, Marcus working on some homework across from him.  Stephen wasn’t home, so he wasn't sure what they were supposed to do in this situation.  Marcus seemed content to ignore the person knocking until it persisted, this time a little louder.

Marcus looked up, almost looking annoyed as the teen slid off the barstool, approaching the door and opening it.  Luca couldn’t see whoever was outside, but he could see the way Marcus’s shoulders tensed, taking a small step back in a defensive stance.  There were quiet voices talking before the door opened more, two men in suits walking in.  

Luca paled, freezing up as he recognized his handler.

He saw the familiar, deceivingly warm smile as he stepped into the house, taking off his hat as he greeted Marcus.  Luca couldn't make himself move, frozen like a deer caught in headlights as he stared at the two newcomers.  Trainers. n̷̥̼̅͑̓̈́̒̌̉̂͊͘͜t̴̨̳͚̩̰͔͎͍̺͋̍̌́̎̚r̴͉̪͕̭̪̻̣̀̕ͅư̵̡̜̫̟͖̠̗̯̪̤̑̈̀̒͑͂̊͝d̵̨̥̠̪̜̭͍̘͓̞̘͈̐̈̃̆͂̒ȩ̸̒r̴̡̢̪̙̳͚̗̫̠̜̈́̉͜s̴̜̮̤͉̅̉̅͌͆̋̈́̉̎̎̎́̓̕͝͠

“27765.” His old hander greeted.  The number made Luca snap to attention, shaking the bad thoughts away.  He couldn't help but wonder why they were here, in his owner’s home.  In his home.

“Is there an issue?”  Marcus asked.  He looked incredibly small next to the two men, moving closer to Luca in a way that was protective as well as seeking protection.  

“I’m Eugene Conner,” he greeted, giving the nervous teen a handshake. “Nothing serious, just an inspection of merchandise.  It's pretty standard, especially for refurbished pets.  Are you his primary owner, or is your parent-?”

“Yes.” Marcus cut in quickly.  “My dads name is on the paperwork, but I handle him primarily.  My dad,,he isn’t home much.”

The man nodded, opening a file he had in his hand.  Marcus shifted on his feet, clearly nervous but trying to conceal it.

“You’ll be interested to know that there's been some pet liberation activity going on recently.  Theres been some intel about it surfacing, and your address has been a contact of interest.” He looked up at the teen, who looked like he was ready to pass out.  “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you?”

Marcus quickly fixed his expression to one of concern and confusion.  His eyes flickered to Luca for just a moment, who was still sitting silently.  He wasn’t being spoken directly to yet or given a command, so stayed still.

“N,no sir, I don't.  I,,I thought that was only stuff they talked about on tv?  Aren’t there riots and stuff?” He asked.

Eugene stepped closer to Luca and he stifled a flinch. Never pull away from your owner, he heard echo in his mind, phantom hands in his hair as he remembered being shoved on the ground, a boot connecting with his side.

He remembered the man very, very well, he was the handler both for his original assignment and his refurbishment. He remembered this mans hands on him in more ways than one, a shiver going up his spine. He needed to be good, he needed to be good, he was good.

“There have been a few, but the bigger concern is more,,inside operations.  Pet liberation activists have been contacting owners, harassing them, trying to arrange escapes, you know how they are.”  Eugene kept his eyes on Luca, who tried to keep himself from shaking under the intense stare.  “We have our clients in our best interest, so we’re just,,checking in.”

Luca watched as the man grabbed his chin with a bruising grip, tilting his head higher to look at him.  The cuts from the knife had just started fading, and the handler eyed the bandages wrapped around his neck and arm, the bruising on his throat and face still prominent.

“Well, I, I haven't been contacted by anyone like that.  At least that my dads told me about.” Marcus said, too anxious to intervene.  He just needed to diffuse the situation and get these people out.

“I don’t mean to pry, but has he been troublesome for you?” He asked, tilting Luca’s chin up more. “Looks like he’s received quite the harsh discipline, not that it’s my business. I trained him, so I’m just curious on his status.”

“N,no, no sir.” Marcus rushes to say, paling a little. “It was an accident on his part, my dad,,my dad just got angry, it’s nothing to worry about, I promise.”

The handler stared down at Luca, and he didn’t dare break eye contact with the man. There was an uncomfortable silence as he looked Luca over, a hint of something in his eyes that could be compared to suspicion and glee, like he wanted so bad for one of them to slip up.

“I don’t think I can really talk to you guys about much else without my dad here.” He tried, glancing nervously between the door and the man hovering over Luca.  He let go of Luca’s chin, as if daring him to try and lean or pull away.  He didn't.

He was good, he reminded himself.

Eugene finally stepped away, and Luca finally felt like he had been given a little room to breathe.  It reminded him painfully of the hands around his neck, the relief when the angry pressure was let up just a little.  The wheezy thank you he’d whisper to his handler, to his owner.  

“I understand, we’ll get out of your way, let you go about your day.” The handler said with a smile that almost made Luca shudder.

“We’ll be back later to discuss some things with your father, I think he might be interested in some,,adjustments we can offer. We have quite the skilled director for that department-“

“That won’t be necessary,” Marcus cut in. Eugene looked at him curiously, like he was trying to figure him out, the way he always did.

“Very well. I’ll check in with your father over the phone nonetheless. Just need to discuss some paperwork, adult stuff like that.”

He briskly backed away, putting his hat back on as he returned to his partner, who had been quietly standing by the door, glancing around the house.  Eugene’s long coat blew back a little as they opened the door, giving a nod to Marcus.  “It was a pleasure meeting you, kid.  I hope to meet you again, we had a nice chat.” He smiled that disturbing smile again, and then he was gone.

Luca vaguely registered Marcus locking the door, hands shaking.  His chest felt tight, like it was hard to breathe, and that's when all the adrenaline and energy left him, his knees buckling.  Marcus yelped in surprise as he heard Luca hit the floor hard, black dotting his vision.

Everything was a little bit of a blur after that, small hands trying to push him upright, a cool cloth to his head.  Everything hurt, inside and out, and it felt like a battle in Luca’s mind over his own will. 

This was his house.  No, he simply belonged to this house.  These were intruders, no, these were his handlers.  Marcus was his owner, no, he was a friend.

That thought was the only thing that seemed to stick in Luca’s head solidly.  Marcus was his friend.  Marcus was kind to him.  Marcus was just a kid.  Marcus was scared, in danger, he's-

Luca sat up abruptly.  The sky had grown darker, and he found himself on the couch in the living room, propped up by pillows.  Marcus was in danger?

He looked over to see the teen in the kitchen, cabinets open as he shoved various items in a bag.  Luca could see the tears on his face, he could see the way his hands were shaking, occasionally flinching when he dropped something before he scrambled to pick it up.

Marcus spotted Luca, relaxing a fraction as he rushed to wipe the tears from his eyes.  “L,Luca, you're awake.  We have to leave before my dad g, gets back, I- we need to leave.”

Luca was a little unsteady on his feet as he stood, approaching the counter and looking at Marcus curiously. “Leaving?” He asked.

“Y,yea, leaving, Luca.  I, I don't have time to contact that shelter ahead of time, b,but I have the address.”  The teenager looked frantic as he shoved food into the backpack he was carrying.

Luca reached out, setting a hesitant hand on Marcus’s shoulder, and he barely caught the kid as he barreled into him, hugging Luca as he broke down in a sob.  Luca froze, unsure of what to do at fist before slowly wrapping his arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

They stood there in relative silence for a few minutes, the only sounds being the howling of wind outside and Marcus’s soft, muffled sobs.  A thought crossed Luca’s mind that Marcus shouldn't be doing this.  He was too young to be dealing with all this,,this bullshit so early on in life.

The moment seemed to last forever and yet ended too soon as Marcus finally pulled away, sniffing and rubbing his eyes.  “I,I’m sorry, I’m being stupid.  W,we need to lea-”

“What the hell are you doing?”

Marcus froze, panic etched into his features.

Stephen was standing in the doorway, a bag of groceries in hand as he stares at the two, the kitchen a mess from Marcus desperately gathering supplies.

“I,,dad, your home, I-“ Marcus was lost for words, hands shaking as they held the backpack.

Stephens expression shifted as he seemed to come to a realization, and then a decision.

“Pet, leave us, I need to talk with my son.” Stephen said lowly, and Markus shrank back.

Luca didn’t budge

“Are you fucking deaf? I said leave.”

Luca barely had time to blink before Stephen was in his face, pushing him backwards.

“You thought you could just leave?  Brainwash my kid into letting you kidnap him?” He shoved Luca, who stumbled back, unsure of what to do.

Nothing happened for a second, the group just staring at each other before everything seemed to happen at once.  Luca’s head snapped to the side as Stephen struck him, and there was a scream.  A body slammed into him, stunning him momentarily as his back met the wall with a solid thud.  He didn’t resist as Stephen pulled him back and shoved him, head smacking against the wall.

He didn't offer any resistance when Stephen knee’d him in the stomach, sending burning pain through his old bruises as the air was knocked from his body.

He didn't offer any resistance when Stephen threw him to the floor, screaming incoherently as he delivered merciless blows, Luca tasting blood.

He didn't offer any resistance, not until Stephen turned his attention to Marcus.

The man leered over the small teen, and icy terror ran through Luca as he saw Stephen reach into the back of his wastband and pull out a gun.

Luca couldn't seem to move fast enough, struggling to get to his feet as pain radiated from his head, the room spinning.  He saw Stephens arm swing, a cry of pain, and that's when he broke, no, shattered.

Something took over him then, something that completely snapped whatever fucking training they burned into him.  

He launched at Stephen with more fury than he thought he’d ever had, or had been allowed to.  They had told him he wasn't allowed to be angry, not supposed to.  

He didn't need to be fucking good.

He didn't care.  He was going to protect this kid with as much fury as a person could hold.

They hit the ground hard, yelling and the smell of alcohol and shoving hands filling his senses, but Luca’s fury overrode that.  He was barely thinking a primal instinct guiding his movements with one motive in mind.  

Protect Marcus

And right now, there seemed to be one main threat, and one main solution.

He had to get the gun

Luca grappled with Stephen, a new desperation surging through him as his hands made contact with cold metal, and he barely registered what he was doing before he was trying to pull the gun towards him.

Stephen seemed to register what he was trying to do, kicking Luca back as the two fought for control over the weapon. Every inch of his body hurt, but still Luca refused to give up his grip on the gun. He felt the gun shift towards him, cold fear running through him as he gave one last push, and a gunshot rang out.

Silence hung in the air as Luca watched Stephen slump back, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.  He stared at the gun, hands shaking.  His mind was blank with horror as he slowly stood, the weapon clattering to the ground. 

He couldn’t breathe, ears ringing.  Everything was frozen, even the hard pattering of rainfall muffled by the sheer adrenaline running through his veins.  He felt like he was on autopilot, still shaking as he turned away from the gasping man.

 He gently grabbed Marcus, who was staring, stunned, at his father on the ground.  Luca noted the bruise forming on his temple and the bust lip, taking the backpack from him and shouldering it, gently guiding the teen out of the kitchen.

“We have to go,” he said quietly, and Marcus just nodded, expression blank as he let Luca lead him without resistance.

“M,Marcus,” 

The teenager froze, staring at his father slumped on the floor, holding a hand to the gunshot wound.

“Pl,please, I’m s,sorry.  Marcus please,,”

Luca shielded him, moving into Marcus’ line of vision and looking him in the eyes.  

“Marcus, please,” he pleaded, and tears were running down his face as his gaze drifted from his father to Luca.

Luca put a hand at the back of his head, pulling him close to his side to shield him as he opened the front door, unable to look at the bleeding man on the kitchen floor without feeling sick.  He silently kept an arm around the teenager, the two walking out the door into the rainy night.

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