#sorry for the late reply my head really is empty rn

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hii sweetie, how are you? Are requests open rn? I'm soooo sorry if they arent and i'm botherig you, but can i make a sugestion please? How would batboys (including bruce if possible) would "react" to missing you while on a mission? And maybe in the end the reenconter? Just an idea❤️

I’m sorry that it’s taken me this long to write this and I hope that it’s everything you want and more.

Dick; sits and sulks as he stares at his phone.

I’m joking…or am I?

He’d be mentally counting away the hours before he came back home to you once more. He tries to act professional and keep a level head seeing as how leaders aren’t meant to have room for errors, he’s learnt that the hard way many times. But he can’t help but yearn to be in your arms and fall into the deepest sleep ever knowing that you were close by and above all safe.

He would use this as motivation to get through the long, long night of patrol in hopes of making time take pity on him and go just that little bit faster, just for his selfish convenience. He just so desperately wants to see you and Hayley cuddled up together on your shared bed, or watching a movie together if you were still awake this late at night. You held a piece of his heart without even knowing it.

So when he feels the patrol come to an end, he’s gleefully beating the piss out of the goons he’s come across with a smile across his face. It’s borderline terrifying image that will forever remain burnt into the deepest parts of his teammates memory for a good long while.

The minute Dick came home and you so happened to be waiting for him, he was already scooping you into his arms and holding you close to his chest as he buried his head into your neck.

‘I missed you.’ He murmurs.

‘I’m pretty sure that’s my line you’ve just stolen.’ You joked as you ran your hand through his dark hair, relived in seeing him home safe and unharmed.

‘Well it’s my line now because I really did miss you,’ Dick said, tightening his hold on you, ‘you we’re all I thought about tonight and how much I wanted to come home and be where I want to be most, in your arms.’ He adds tired and you couldn’t help but coo softly at him.

‘Aww Dickie bird.’ You began. ‘You sound about ready for some much needed sleep.’

Dick lets out a deep sigh as he practically slumps against you. ‘That sounds like a good idea. Is Hayley in bed?’

‘Yes.’ You answered, rubbing his back soothingly.

‘Her bed or ours?’ Dick asks.

‘Do you even need to ask?’ You reply with a chuckle and from that alone did Dick get his answer.

Jason; he’s a little impatient with having to wait to come back home to you, so much so that it tends to end with him brutalising his adversaries more then usual.

Whoops.

He doesn’t apologise at all.

He was so use to coming home to a empty apartment after patrol that long nights like these never use to bother Jason, as it often meant he had something else to do other then stare up at his ceiling, waiting for sleep to catch up to him. Now that he had you however, all Jason wants to do was come home as soon as possible just to catch a glimpse of your sleeping figure on his -now your- bed.

He’s grown addicted to being at your side no matter what that being apart from you for prolonged periods of time made Jason feel hollow, as though he was missing a vital part of himself somewhere and that vital part was you.

So when he gets home he’s already dropped his helmet off somewhere and kneeling before you as you held his face in your hands and groaning as he presses his face further into your hands.

‘I’ve missed you so much tonight chipmunk.’ He admits.

‘I’ve missed you too jay bird.’ You replied, pressing a kiss to his nose, squealing when he stole a quick peck from your lips as you smacked his bicep shortly after. ‘Someone’s feeling particularly loving tonight.’ You add.

Jason groans as he looks up at you with his pretty, pretty eyes that never fail to take your breath away. The mere image alone of this six foot something man kneeling before you was enough to make you feel like the most powerful being in existence. ‘Is it blasphemy for a man to show his partner how much he’s missed them now?’ He asks and you couldn’t help but laugh as you pressed another kiss to his nose, pulling away enough to see him smile dopily at your kiss.

‘No, but it would be great to be warmed ahead of time before you try to steal another kiss.’ You said and Jason smirks. ‘So you’re telling me there is going to be a next time?’ He says teasingly.

‘Don’t let it go to your head hotshot.’ You reply, grabbing one of his hands and pulling him towards the bedroom.

‘I think I already have sweetheart.’ Jason says with a smile, happy to be home.

Bruce: keeps tabs on you during patrol whilst also remaining vigilant and dedicated to the task at hand.

Bruce was a master at multitasking.

He would always make sure you were safe and decried whenever he got a couple minutes to breathe on his own. He even has a special alert made for you in the instance where you were in danger walking home.

He even finds himself looking at shops you’ve told him about going to, but never doing so due to scheduling conflicts and making a mental note to take you there as a treat to spoil you rotten.

Bruce had more experience in neglecting his own wants and needs for the betterment of Gotham and everyone living in it. So while he may miss you dearly, he knew that his dedication to bettering Gotham’s crime rate one villain, underground drug syndicate, crime lord at a time outweighed that greatly.

So the moment he comes home to you he smiles softly as he allows you to remove the cowl from his head, gently place it down elsewhere, before moving on to wiping the black makeup clean from his eyes.

Bruce knows he could easily done it himself but much rather prefers it if you were the one to do it instead, as it often allows him to have a moment alone with you. No interruptions nor distractions could make him break his gaze away from yours.

‘You’re doing Gotham a whole lot of good Bruce.’ You tell him as you finished wiping off the last of his eye makeup that he puts on under the cowl. ‘ Not many people would be willing to try to keep a dying city alive. Im so proud of you for doing the unthinkable.’ You add as you press a kiss to his cheek.

‘Someone’s got to shoulder the responsibility of this town and I’m more than willing to shoulder that responsibility everyone else who can’t.’ Bruce replies as he takes your hands in his own, kissing the backs of them as his thumbs caressed each of your knuckles. ‘But coming home to you reminds me I’m not alone in this endeavour and I don’t know how to thank you enough for standing by me.’

You smile. ‘You don’t need to thank me at all, just take care of yourself alright? We don’t want the Dark Knight running on fumes now when he’s just getting started.’

Damian: naturally goes by his father’s example and remains focused on the task at hand.

He was trained for long nights like these but you’ve become somewhat of a problem during them.

Damian had often found himself sat on a rooftop somewhere, looking down at two people enjoying the other’s company, and immeditly starts to imagine that it was him and you instead.

He hates how easily his mind drifted towards you during patrol with his father or his other siblings but he just can’t help it but crave for your presence. It makes him feel weak and vulnerable but ironically he doesn’t hate it as much as he probably should’ve. He’s even found himself wanting to count stars with you at one point during patrol until he got him act together to take down a few goons.

He doesn’t admit this to anyone as he’s already felt embarrassed enough that he didn’t needed to be embarrassed even further by the miscreants he’s made to called his family. For he knew they’d never let him live it down for being so caught up on you, they’d called him everything their small minds can come up with for the sake of teasing their younger brother.

So when he comes back to you, he doesn’t say anything other than hugging you uncharacteristically tight against his chest.

‘Someone’s missed me.’ You joked but when Damian didn’t say anything but tighten his grip on you and huff did you change your tune. ‘Oh you did. If it’s any consolation I missed you too.’ You add as you both stayed there in each others arms.

‘Just…hold me will you…please.’ He said softly as he sunk further into your embraced and he closed his eyes, secretly happy to be back home with you.

‘I’m fine with that.’ You replied as you concede to his wishes, just happy to see him home in one piece.

[x-xsunlightx-x]

HII SUNNY HOPE UR HAVING A GREAT DAY/NIGHT<333 can I please make a request after that test came out of the king poet soldier one I got soldier and I can’t help but think of goo being king so can u please make something where goo is a king of a kingdom and he’d have a soldier that is always by his side worrying about him no matter what , if u don’t want to u can just delete or ignore this thank u sunny❤️

Letters ( Goo x reader )

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"Are you serious about this?"

You watched as Goo picked up a huge box filled with empty envelopes from under his desk.

"Yup, they will never find out anyway."

"What if they did?" Your reputation as a king will be ruined"

"gasp are you saying its not already is ? "

"..."

When he is not busy obsessing over himself, Goo spends his free time complaining about how he finds the other nobles really annoying, so today he thought he may as well express his true feelings toward them on a little piece of paper and send it anonymously.

" here "

He threw a dip pen at your face.

"Help me write those."

There will be no point in arguing with him. last time you talked back, he started a whole lecture about how you, as his personal knight in shining armor, should be more supportive of his actions, and you wouldn't want to see him fake crying again because that would definitely be a terrible sight.

"What do you want me to write?"

"Maybe something like, Oh, Lady Crystal, that dress you wore yesterday was as terrible as your attitude"

"Isn't that a little too-"

"Or perhaps we should insult her whole family as well."

Goo started walking around the room while thinking of more ways to ruin Lady Crystal's day ,and you on the other hand, couldn't stop worrying about him. This isn't the first time he has done such a reckless thing, and you are scared that he will actually get exposed one day and everything will go downhill.

You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn't notice Goo holding a magnifying glass near your face while writing something in his notebook.

"Have..pretty..eyes" 

" huh? What are you doing"

"nothinggg"

"..."

"Don't look at me like that, I was trying to find out the reason why you look so stressed."

"its beacuse-"

"You are worried I will get into trouble?"

" maybe?"

"Don't worry if I ever get caught; you will be the first one I will blame."

Goo expected you to get mad over that, but instead you slowly started to smile.

"That seems like a good idea."

"Ugh, that was not the reaction I wanted."

You started laughing, then all of a sudden, Goo picked up his crown, which he always keeps in his desk because he says it's " heavy " , and put it on the top of your head.

"When I die, you better burn this whole town down to ashes."

"...I'm not going to do that."

"gasp not even after I die?"

"I will think about it."

Goo got up and gave you a little playful slap on the cheek.

" i will go sleep now but we better finish these tomorrow "

" good night "

He left you alone in the study room while his crown is still in your head, and that brought back your worries .

Will he really manage to hold the throne for that long?

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note : heyy ^^ first things first am so sorry for the late reply and two this will officially be my last post here , i just have alot going on rn which why i will be leaving this acc but i wont delete it so other ppl can enjoy my content i guess. it was really fun here and i met a lot of amazing ppl as well!. i hope everyone is having a great day/night/afternoon

( ik there was no point in changing my layout last min but i promised day haha )

byee💜

[crazymushroomvee]

HERES A REQUEST:

Reader annoys Rudy so much to the point he contemplates leaving🧍🏻‍♀️ idk I'd suggest a better one but it's 7:30 AM where I live rn and my brain is a MESS😭

Here ya go!!!

Mi vida.

Tags: Rudy parra x fem!reader, hurt/comfort, slight angst

The door opened. He was home. All the lights were off. You were nowhere to be seen. He sighed and turned on the hallway light, groaning in annoyance when he saw the mess you promised to clean. He paid it no mind and went into the kitchen, placing down the bags of groceries.

She timidly stepped into the kitchen.

"Hey.. Rudy.." She said as she nervously fiddled with the hem of her shirt. She was worried he'd be mad.

"Mi vida." He stated sternly. "What did you promise to do?"

".. clean.." She replied. She realised she had been caught.

"What did you do instead?" He looked at her as he opened the various cupboards, putting away the food.

She looked at him shamefully.

"Nothing.. that's what I did.." She walked into the living room and sat down. Her leg bounced, and she nibbled on her lip.

He sighed. He dealt with the empty grocery bags. He walked into the living room, taking off his [plate carrier/vest], hanging it up on the coat rack. (Such a weird place to put it, I know.) He sat down beside her. He could sense she was tense.

"Cariño.. what's wrong?" He asked in a soft tone. Placing a hand on her bouncing leg. Drawing his thumb in soothing circles.

She stayed silent. Avoiding his eye contact, she tapped her fingers together. He watched her behaviour. He got slightly irritated. He hated seeing her like this, unwilling to talk to him. He removed his hand from her leg and placed it on his own thigh. he sighed and leaned back into the couch. He slid off his grey zip-up hoodie.

"Mi vida.. please just talk to me." He said, his tone slightly revealing his irritation.

"Nothing is wrong. I'm okay. Just.. drop it, please Rudy.." She lied. It was so obvious.

He groaned in annoyance. He rubbed his face with one hand and suddenly got up. Putting on his hoodie again. He zipped it up.

"I'm going for a walk. You know the drill, call me if anything bad happens.." he said, shutting the door behind him. He let out a long sigh as be set off on his walk, the stars shining above his head. So many thoughts passed through his head..

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She snapped back into reality as the door shut and Rudy was gone. She eyed the mess around the house.

"God.. I'm such a mess.." She mumbled to herself. She started to pick up the items of clothing scattered around the house. Tossing them into the hamper.

After that was done, she began to vacuum. She sighed, realising how badly she let go. She was in one bad spiral right now.. You really needed to talk to Rudy.

As he walked, he spoke softly under his breath. Mostly ranting and going over his thoughts. He froze and stopped moving. He just realised what his thoughts mostly lead to..

"What?.. no.. no. I can't leave her.." There was subtle doubt in his mind. He shook his head and continued to walk. Attempting to dislodge the doubt. She had been so distant lately.. going back on promises.. he didn't know what to do.

She accomplished the cleaning. She still felt shameful for not doing it in the first place.

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The front door opened. His footsteps could be heard. She lay on the couch scrolling on her phone. The lights are off again. They flicked on.

"Wow.." he said as he eyed the newly spotless floor.

She walked into the hallway seeing him. She looked at the floor.

"I.. I'm sorry for not cleaning in the first place.. I've cleaned now, though, sweeped, vacuumed, and started the laundry.." She said, her eyes darting from the floor to Rudy.

"No te preocupes.. Por favor cariño, can you please talk to me?" He asked as he walked up to her, caressing her arms. "Something is going on. I can tell. I want you to know you can speak to me.." his loving gaze always made her weak.

"I.. I just don't know why I've been feeling so bad lately.." she admitted. She felt like she was about to crumble.. her eyes became glassy, and she sniffled.

"Hey.. hey.." he took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He sat down on the bed and guided her onto his lap. He looked up and watched her lovely face. "Lo siento.. its all okay.. just breathe. I'm here.." he cupped her cheek. Wiping her tears as they began to fall.

"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.." Her voice trembled, she shook slightly. This compelled him to hold her closer, he held her close. His hrip tight and comforting.

"Sh.. sh... No es tu culpa.." he placed kisses on your arms, and continued to look at you lovingly. "Life gets hard.. I just want you to know I'm always here for you Mi amor.."

"Lo siento por llorar mucho..." she whispered in a raspy voice.

"No need to be sorry.. its a normal thing. I love you." He comforted her. Like he always did, and always would do.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Okay, so that followed the request remotely.. I just can't help but turn everything angstly or hurt comfort, lol. Hope this is good love yall!

[elusivewildflower]

I just read all the romantic confession prompts and DAMN, I’m so soft rn — literally a fic/blurb/HC with any of these would make my knees buckle

But anyways how about 14 w/ our beloved Court 🥺🫶

I love your writing and I love youuuu 🤎 so glad I found you 🫂

Omg bestie this was literally one of my favorites when I was reading that list!! I love you so much, I’m so glad we found each other too!! 💕 There’s so many ways I could’ve gone with this one, I hope you enjoy what I chose! (also I'm sorry this took so long, it's been sitting in my drafts for forever.)

Romantic confessions, prompt 14: “i dream of you. all i do, is dream of you."

The familiar sound of your ringtone jolted you awake. As you rolled over in bed, blinking the sleep away from your eyes, you reached for your phone. Bringing it close enough that you could read who was calling at 3 o’clock in the morning, you were greeted by the caller ID of ‘private number’.

Now, most people would ignore such a call, but you weren’t most people. The man you loved almost never called from the same number twice, and even if it was the middle of the night, you’d always answer. Your heart raced in your chest as you swiped your thumb across the screen to answer.

“Hello?” Your voice was thick with sleep when you spoke.

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” came the reply before a brief pause, “I just needed to hear your voice.”

There was no verbal confirmation of who it was, but you didn’t need one. You knew exactly who it was just by the sound of his voice. Six. He sounded a little worse for wear, and that had worry lines etching across your forehead.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. You never cared what time he called, only that you were able to speak with him. “Are you alright? You sound…tired.” You weren’t sure that tired really covered it, but he’d know what you meant.

“I’ve been better, but I’ll survive.” He brushed off whatever injuries you assumed he had nonchalantly, just like always. A slight hiss escaped his lips as you heard shuffling on the other line. “How are you?”

You moved into a sitting position on your bed, just as you assumed he had a few seconds ago. You glanced longingly at the empty spot next to you. “I’m good, but I miss you.”

Six let out a low hum in response. “I miss you too, baby.”

Your heart clenched in your chest at his words. It was almost as if hearing him admit he missed you too made you miss him even more. You’d give anything to have him laying beside you every night.

“I sleep better when you’re here.” You admitted softly, your fingers curling around the edge of the soft blanket that laid over your lap.

Six’s response was spoken just as softly, “I know, I do too.”

There was a brief moment of silence where only the sound of each of you breathing could be heard. You were the first to break it. “Did you have another nightmare, or just that bad of a day?” You asked curiously, desiring to know which had him calling you so late at night with a need to hear your voice. You knew nightmares plagued him often, but so did bad days. You blamed his line of work for that.

“Mm, both.” Six hummed out lowly in response, as if it was the norm for him. Unfortunately, it probably was.

You frowned, shifting on the bed as you moved to lay back down and get comfortable. You’d love to have Six’s arms wrapped around you and your head laid on his chest, but your pillow would have to do for now. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Not right now,” Six began, “and it’s not safe for you to know yet.”

“I understand.” You pause, searching for a way to keep him on the line, to keep him talking. Even if you should be asleep, you can’t bring yourself to end the phone call yet. “Do you ever have good dreams?”

Six repeated your question back to you, as if it took him by surprise. He then let out a breath of air, almost in a soft laugh. “Sometimes.”

You were happy to hear that he wasn’t always plagued with nightmares. However, now you were curious to know what his good dreams consisted of. “What are they about?”

There was a brief pause on the other line. “I dream of you,” Six began, “all I do, is dream of you.”

Warmth spread through your chest and you smiled. “I love you, Six.”

“I love you too,” he immediately replied. “Now go back to sleep, baby. I’ll be home in a few days.”

As soon as your phone was back on the nightstand and your eyes fluttered shut you were out like a light, dreaming happily about the man you loved.

[beacon-lamp]

You truly have converted me to HC! (Sadly I really haven't had time to watch the rest, but I'll get to it eventually.) Honestly after I saw the crater made by the TNT I was like "oh I thought TNT could do much more" because the last time I had seen someone use TNT... it was Grian and he made a giant hole in front of his mansion. But the war was still a great stream. What did you think of it? -cat

hahaha im glad you like hermitcraft lol grian used like 2 double chests full of tnt to make that one crater at the front of his base

i don’t have any takes that haven’t already been said before so this is just me word vomiting and have absolutely 0 regard for english grammar and punctuation.

i really enjoyed the war stream i think it really was worth All of the hype.  everyone had their own plotline that tied in with the Overarching Story which was really nice.  especially with the dream dethroning eret plot, i thought that was really clever.  and it was a Really good way of re-involving eret in the finale even though he’s been away for a lot of the post-election arc.

jschlatt biting the dust was pretty funny and it kind of lulled everyone into a false sense of security, which made the Twist afterwards all the more powerful.  like i remember liveblogging and thinking that the battle and the firework rockets were cool and all but is this really how it ends???  with an old man having a heart attack???  i mean ok i guess???  but then wilbur came through and was like no i gotchu fam i Know what this audience Wants To See

wilbur blew up manburg and i Did Not have to delete my dumb is-manburg-blown-up-yet account in Shame.  philza joined the game!!!  and the first thing he did was kill wilbur!!!  p a i n!!!  techno’s theseus speech was Fantastic but i really wish people would stop talking over each other.  like i know everyone wants to be in the next animatic but if you all talk over each other None of you will also sad-ist is the most influential force on the dreamSMP change my mind.

george building the house is peak comedy it still makes me laugh its up there with 127 year old cats and 39 pokemon.  and i saw somewhere that that was actually Written Into the script, which if true is just Genius on their part.  

but anyways i took like a 4 day break from content because Apparently My Life Is Still Happening around me.  and now i’m once again very behind in a whole bunch of lore.  especially ghostbur and jschlatt’s funeral and puffy and connor are now on the server so it’s even more people to keep track of.

i want a technoblade video out of this.  like a potato war-esque video.  because like he Armed His Opponents before destroying them like.  anyways 11/10 would recommend.  and my camera roll is just filled with angsty philza + wilbur fanart so.

[elysianslove]

ah, okay! i just wanted to see your take on yūji and sukuna "sharing" a s/o. you had only started dating yūji recently and, sukuna, being the little attractive shit he is, would sometimes interrupt your quality time, switching out with yūji when you're, say, cuddling, like one second you're running your hands through yūji's hair with him kinda dozing off in your lap, the next thing you know sukuna is smirking up at you. or when you give yūji kisses: a peck on the cheek—sukuna's mouth would appear there, or for long lasting ones, when you pull away, you'll see your "boyfriend" has gained tattoos. at first, sukuna does this solely to annoy you both, but somehow ended up lowkey enjoying the affection you're providing (you weren't bothered that much, most of the time just going along with it—it wasn't like he can switch for long periods of time anyway), so much that they resort to this childish competition over yūji's body; anyways, yeah, headcanons or scenario, whichever you prefer! i hope my specifications aren't a bother—if they are, pls feel free to ignore this request!! tysm 💖

really sorry for this being late oh my gosh. but oh my god all of these scenarios??? anon you made me feel sum type of way on god. 

warnings; poly relationship ig? some nonconsensual stuff but it’s not extreme! mention of nsfw

honestly though? you said it all 

at the start of your relationship, yuuji would be super hesitant to be alone with you. he has control majority of the time, but it’s always a risk and at least when he’s around many people sukuna isn’t as much of like this itchy nuisance. 

sukuna would find the whole idea of the relationship trivial. like he’s watching from the sidelines as you spend more time with yuuji, can feel the swell of emotions threatening to burst in yuuji’s chest. it’s annoying! a waste of time! and it’s not like he kept his opinions a secret. any time yuuji would go out to meet with you, sukuna would be pestering him like you could be using this time to grow in power and train yuuji’s just like bruh on god i will switch with you and jump off a cliff

first few months, sukuna would view you as an itch that won’t go away no matter how bad you scratch at it. he interrupts you two all the time. if you lean in to kiss yuuji’s cheek, sukuna’s mouth is there, licking at your lips to pull you away. jokes on him you’ll lick him back. oh you wanna go skinny dipping at 3 in the morning with yuuji? too bad it’s sukuna now. yuuji’s hands resting on the back of your neck while you kiss/or just because? sukuna’s mouth appears to just bite at you

it’s bothersome and infuriating how unbothered you’re always are about it though. any time he appears you always laugh it off, or annoy him back until he himself goes away. if he switches with your boyfriend, you always roll your eyes and just go, “aight gimme back my bf now.” you’re not being put off by any of this! if anything, he’s finding that it excites you more. puts even more life into your relationship.

he continues to do it anyways, but once, as you’re leaning in to kiss yuuji, sukuna unexpectedly switches with him, but not in time enough for you to notice the change, and you end up kissing sukuna instead. it’s not a passionate, long lasting one, not the same ones sukuna has had to endure watching and feeling yuuji go through. and yes, he can, in some way, feel you when you kiss yuuji, but you’re kissing him now. it’s the same, but it’s incredibly different. it’s soft, slow, and it sends a tingling down sukuna’s spine that he can’t decide whether to hate or love. and in a fit of shock, sukuna realizes that — that it’s good. and he’s kissing you back, and you’re still kissing him. why aren’t you stopping? — he doesn’t want you to stop. shit! 

yuuji switches out with sukuna before you pull back and open your eyes, and when you do, you see him just as shocked as sukuna had felt. you’re so confused, asking if he’s okay (“it’s like i’ve never kissed you before what’s wrong?”) but he decides to keep quiet and not mention anything. when he’s alone, he says out loud to an empty room, “did it feel good?” he hadn’t been expecting sukuna’s reply, but it was curt, a short and simple, “yes.” and that was the end of that. 

yuuji didn’t like the fact that sukuna had kissed you without your permission, even if it had been accidental. you didn’t know it wasn’t yuuji. and he hated that he hadn’t found the courage to tell you. but he was intrigued at the prospect of sukuna finally accepting you. so in the midst of cuddling you, while you slept in his arms, he shifted with sukuna, unexpectedly and without warning. imagine the curse’s surprise to look down and suddenly see that your arms are wrapped tightly around his middle, your head on his chest as you sigh gently in your sleep. his arms are holding you close to him, and the feeling is only faintly familiar, a sense of deja vu because of sharing yuuji’s body. and then, just like that, it’s over. 

again, as he lays with your head on his chest and his eyes on the ceiling above him, yuuji asks sukuna, “did it feel good?” and again, sukuna replies, “yes.” 

that’s how the idea of sharing you began. they’re both still yet to discuss it with you, but it’s obvious that it’s weighing heavy on their minds. and because you know him so well, you can tell when yuuji’s been hiding something from you, so you ask him to just out with it. it’s a very interesting conversation. you go from shocked, to neutral, to confused, to intrigued, to teasing. it’s all over the place. but it’s the most shocking to him when you fix him with a determined smile and glance and say, “i wanna try.”

it’s very clumsy at first. sukuna and yuuji fight over yuuji’s body like fucking children. you have to like establish ground rules and some sort of routine to actually get them to settle down. nights are altered between them, with who gets to sleep next to you — one night yuuji, one night sukuna, unless either one of them is experiencing a bad day of sorts. you give two kisses now instead of one, and it’s very comical because you kiss yuuji, he steps back and he’s essentially the same person but with??? tattoos??? sukuna’s not a fan of dates, so it’s always yuuji taking you out, but nights in are really endearing with sukuna, because he gives incredible massages while in the bath with you. like i said, at first, it’s all over the place because they make it out to be some sort of competition between them, but then steadily they fall into a rhythm. 

i’ll briefly talk about nsfw. this is something they cannot, for the life of them, get accustomed with. if yuuji’s being a lil shit to sukuna for the day, he will switch out with him right as yuuji’s about to orgasm just because. wow king of edging and orgasm denial! he switches out with yuuji a lot, especially when it comes to you going down on him (them?). it’s not like yuuji doesn’t do it back, because he does. he so does, especially with how he has more control than sukuna does. the one thing that they can agree on is pleasuring you, and it’s always a priority no matter who holds the reigns on yuuji’s body at the time. sometimes you’ll need sukuna to be absolutely ruthless with you and split you in half and yuuji will respect that, because sometimes you need the mixture of yuuji’s soft hands and rough thrusts instead. it’s all about the balance, my loves. 

anyways! i feel like i have more to say but i can’t think of anything else rn. being with sukuna and yuuji? best of both worlds. the end! 

[lovely-angst]

I’ve been kind of going through it a bit at home. Maybe a scenario where almost everyday fem y/n parents are fighting everyday because the dad is always coming home late from drinking and that’s when the argument starts and they put the blame on you for them arguing and Katsuki comforts you the whole night and just takes you out? Idk I just need a comfort scenario rn I hope you don’t mind doing this !! You don’t have to do it if it causes a trigger ofc <3

a/n: I’m sorry I couldn’t get to this sooner! I know it is hard, just know you’re not alone! i also changed request a bit, hope it still helps! <3

tw: broken family, arguing

genre: fluff and angst

pairing: bakugou x reader

summary: bakugou takes you to his house after a long night of your parents arguing and you get a glimpse of what a loving family looks like

word count: 1.6k

02.20.2021

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Nights like these, you’ve learned to tune them out. It sounds like a ringing in your ear as you watch your parents gesture around angrily at each other as you sat on the couch, thinking of ways you could escape to your room. 

It was always like this. Your dad would come home drunk and your mom would always get angry at him for it. You didn’t know why they always seemed to rope you into these arguments, but it wasn’t like you could stop them from keeping your name out of their mouths—they never listened to you anyway.

They always blamed you. Using you to throw all of their problems onto, acting as if it would relieve some of their problems. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t because of you, but it didn’t stop you from questioning if they were right.

Somehow, you managed to escape to your room, muffling their voices further as you shut the door. Days like these, you felt alone.

A ding beside you snapped you out of your thoughts before you reached over to grab your phone—it was Bakugou.

‘I’m at the convenience store by your house, did you want something?’

It was like Bakugou was your guardian angel. He always seemed to be there when you needed it the most, especially when you were reaching out silently. Your heart was so full of love for him, he was too good.

‘I’m not feeling great, can we hang out a bit?’ you hated being so negative with Bakugou, but right now, the only thing you wanted was him. And not even 30 seconds later, he replied.

‘I’ll be there in five minutes’ And like he said, five minutes later, he was outside. Slipping in a sweater, you made your way back into the living room, where your parents continued to argue.

“I’m going out,” you say, not bothering to check if they heard—not that it mattered.

Shutting the door behind you, you immediately press yourself against Bakugou’s chest, taking in his presence and his scent. His muscular arms wrap around you gently as you let out a heavy sigh. You never wanted to leave the safe place of his arms.

“Are your parents arguing again?” Bakugou questions and all you could do was nod. “I just needed to get out of there.” He lets out a hum, rubbing your back with his free hand before gently pulling away to reach into his bag. “I thought this would cheer you up.”

Your eyes lock onto the meat bun in his hands before you give him an embarrassed smile, “Why do you always assume food would make me feel better?” you say, taking to meat bun from his hands.

“Cause I know it does, and I know you love that shit,” Bakugou intertwines his large one with yours as the two of you walk down the street in a comfortable silence. “Can I stay the night at your place?”

“Wouldn’t your parents get upset?” he asks, but you shrug. “I’d rather get in trouble staying over at yours than to hear them arguing until the sun rises.”

Bakugou didn’t want to be the cause of trouble headed your way, but you seemed determined to get out. Letting you stay over was the least he could do.

“Do you think your parents would mind?” You ask, glancing up at him for an answer only to feel him squeeze your hand gently, “You know they love having you over.”

“Yeah, but it’s a bit late for me to be coming over and especially on such short notice,” and before you could worry any more, Bakugou leaned over to press a kiss onto your lips before facing forward once more.

“Just let it happen. You’re not a bother to us, I mean it.”

It didn’t take long before the two of you arrived at the Bakugou household. You’ve always enjoyed being around his family, even if he and his mom bickered. It was out of love and not pure hatred.

“I’m back and I brought (Name). She’s staying the night,” Bakugou announced from the door as the two of you placed your shoes neatly on the floor before walking into the living room.

“Nice to see you, (Name),” Masaru greeted with a smile from the couch as you gave him a polite bow, “Thank you for having me. I apologize for coming so suddenly.”

“Don’t be! It’s nice to have another lady in the house and we love having you over!” Mitsuki exclaimed as she walked out from the kitchen, coming over to hug you. “It’s refreshing to have you over and Katsuki’s so much calmer when you’re here!”

You give her a smile and a giggle when you hear Bakugou yelling beside you. “I think it’s the other way around. I feel so much more calm and relaxed with Katsuki,” you say, earning an embarrassing pout from him. “I don’t know what I would do without him.”

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It was just past midnight and the Bakugou household was now dark and quiet, not a sound to be heard other than the soft mingled breathing of you and Bakugou.

“Close your eyes and go to sleep,” Bakugou mumbles as you stare up at him, eyes wide and very much awake. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel your eyes focused on him.

“I like looking at you,” you confess before Bakugou wrapped his arms around you, pressing you tight against his chest. Each beat of his heart brought you closer to sleep as your eyes slowly drifted shut. Bakugou rubbing your back comfortably to soothe you to sleep.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” you question and Bakugou furrows his brows in response. “I mean, my parents always blame me for their arguments. Am I doing something wrong?”

“It’s not you who is doing anything wrong,” Bakugou continues, “your parents just don’t want to put the blame on themselves. You know it’s not you.” You nod but couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips, “I know, but it doesn’t help to hear it daily.”

“Thanks for bringing me here,” your soft voice tickles his chest gently, your fingers running along his arm. “I wish I could live with you,” you say quietly and Bakugou hums in response, “I know.”

“Maybe someday?”

“Mhm.”

Even in his drowsy state, Bakugou meant it. Smiling, you snuggle deeper in his arms with a content sigh. You wished every night could end like this.

-

The sounds of dishes rattling in the kitchen stirred you awake from your sleep as you curled into your side, hoping to meet the warm chest of your boyfriend. But, his side of the bed was cold and empty. Opening your still tired eyes, you looked around to be met with a room void of Bakugou.

Throwing your feet over the bed and onto the cold hardwood floor, Bakugou’s voice suddenly came from the doorway. “I was just about to come to wake you up,” he states, earning a pout from you.

“I would’ve liked to have been woken up with you by my side,” you whine but walk over to slump yourself against his body, already feeling the drowsiness once more.

Bakugou’s chest rumbles as he lets out a chuckle. “Hurry up and get ready so we can eat breakfast,” he finishes, kissing you on the forehead before ushering you to the bathroom.

Walking into the bathroom, you stared at your toothbrush that Bakugou had kept for you. “Because you always forget your toothbrush,” he would say, but you knew he always had a spare for you.

Cleaning up your appearance, you walked over towards the dining table where the Bakugou’s were waiting for you happily and warmly like always. “Sit down, we’re so happy that you’re able to join us for breakfast,” Mitsuki says as you take a seat beside Bakugou.

“Would you like some tea?” Masaru offers and you nod, taking the cup politely. “Don’t be shy, dig in (Name).” He says, chopsticks already in his hands.

Glancing down, everything looked delicious. There was a bowl of miso soup beside your small bowl of rice, a plate of salmon that already had your mouth watering and a steaming meat bun beside you.

“Katsuki had told me that you loved meat buns, so we had one heat up for you,” Mitsuki comments as she saw the way you eyed the meat bun. “He tells me a lot about you.”

“Hey! Shut your trap!” Bakugou snarls and Mitsuki shoots back, “Don’t talk to your mother that way! Just say you’re in love with (Name) and go!”

That seemed to shut Bakugou up. His arms crossed with a pout on his lips, but you didn’t miss the blush that adorned his cheeks and ears. His father chuckles before turning towards you, “That boy is wrapped around your finger though, (Name).” 

Mitsuki giggles at Bakugou before they continue to banter at each other playfully. Masaru enjoying his breakfast whole heatedly with his family.

It was different, you thought as you watched them. How a family could be so loving towards each other, so full of love.

“This...This is really nice,” you say with a soft smile as your hands wrap around the bowl of miso soup. “I’ve never had a family breakfast like this before,” you confess shyly. “My family is never happy like this, so thank you for showing me what a loving family is supposed to look like.”

Bakugou’s eyes slightly widen at you from your sudden confession and before he could move or do anything, his mom spoke up. “Sweetie, know you’re always welcomed here! You’re already apart of our family!” she says and Masaru gives you an approving nod.

You couldn’t help the widening smile on your lips as you hunch in on yourself shyly, “I can’t thank Katsuki enough for giving me this. For bringing me so much happiness.”

Underneath the table, Bakugou’s hands seek out yours before giving you three firm squeezes as to silently say:

I love you.

[fxckingghxst]

Warmer Jacket (pt.2)

pt.1 || pt.2

Pairing: Corpse Husband x GN!Reader

Genre: angst to fluff!

Warning: none

WC: ~900

Request:  hey warmer jacket popped up on my ‘for you’ thingy and i loved it! super good work, literally almost cried lol, i don’t wanma rush you but would you write a part 2? if not i understand, and again amazing work! 🖤

A/N: WOW, so when you requested I was already working on a pt.2 and maaaannn, idk my brain is on a roll rn It’s 3 in the morning it’s my time to shine and write literally everything rn. Anyways... hope you liked it and thank you so much for your kind words! Hope you like it hun!

The cold nipped away at your fingertips as you tried to blow hot air on to them to make the feeling come back. It seemed useless. Not enough hot air would make your fingers unfrozen at this point, but you didn’t move from the spot at the picnic bench. You were frozen, both figuratively and literally, to the same spot you first sat down in. 

It’s only been about an hour since you stormed out of the apartment. You were hesitant about going back. You had certainly calmed down now and were ready to talk things through like a normal couple, but you were unsure if Corpse was there as well. You didn’t want to go home and continue this pointless argument if he was still upset. But damn, was it cold out tonight. Maybe he went out as well to get some air or go for a drive and the apartment was empty so you could sneak back in and pretend to be asleep for the rest of the night. At least you would be warmer than you are now. 

You wondered if he was worried about you. If he felt the same things you were feeling right now. If he was beating himself up over this. If he thought nothing of it and just went back to his friends. You would like to think the last thought wouldn’t be true, but you were preparing yourself for the worst. You decided that you’d start on the way back to the apartment. You have stalled for long enough and it was time to be a grown-up and talk about what had just happened, even if that was the last thing you wanted to do right now. You stood up from the bench and swung your leg over before you heard your name being called out. You furrowed your brows and turned your head to see Corpse jogging his way over to you. 

“(Y/N)...” He says as he tries to catch his breath. Did he run all the way here? 

“What are you doing here?” You ask as he places his hand over his heart in an exasperated way. He really did run all the way over here. 

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here!? It’s midnight and you're sitting in the park in not the greatest of neighborhoods, you know.” He replies. You shrug your shoulders as you realize that he’s right. Logically, coming out this late is not the best idea, especially since you had your face head down at the picnic table half the time and were in a pretty vulnerable state. It’s silent as you both figure out what to say. Where to start. How to move forward from this. 

“I-uhh-brought you this,” Corpse says as he holds up a heavy jacket in his hand. You’re not sure why you didn’t notice it before, especially since he ran all the way here with it. You give him a look that spells out all your emotions; the guilt, the sadness, the hurt, as Corpse wrapped the heavy jacket over your shoulders. 

“How’d you know I would be cold?” You ask in a small voice as you make eye contact with him. 

“It’s 50 degrees and we live in California. It might as well be snowing for us.” Corpse responds and your anger that you had previously felt melted away into the warm feeling this jacket brought. You bring your arms forward and wrap around his waist in a sudden hug. He’s caught off guard for a second but reciprocates the hug and squeezes you tightly. You felt better. Without even talking about anything it felt like it had been solved and you both were back on the same page. 

“I’m sorry.” Corpse apologizes as he pulls you away and runs his hands over your shoulders, trying to help you get warmer again. 

“I’m sorry, too.” You apologize as well and you gesture for Corpse to sit down at your picnic table as the inevitable talk takes place in this freezing weather.

“I’m sorry that I was disregarding your feelings and ditching you on date night this whole month. You were right to be mad at me for that comment as well. I was just trying to say something the guys would have wanted to hear so they didn’t think I was leaving something important for them. Which is exactly what I was doing. I was just nervous- I guess- and-” 

“You’re rambling.” You interrupt with a small smile on your face. He laughs and rubs his face as his leg starts to bounce. “The comment did hurt a bit, but I can understand why you had said it,” You continue, “I’m sorry for just storming out on you in the middle of the night and worrying you. Also, I’m sorry if I’m pushing you out of your comfort zone too much. I just see such a great person and I want the world to see him the same way I do, but I understand if I was a bit aggressive.” You say as you play with your fingers. Corpse grabs your hand and interlaces them with his own. 

“I forgive you.” He says in a high-and-mighty way that makes you bust out laughing.

“Thank you, sir! Your forgiveness is all I need in life!” You play along as you scoot closer towards him to give him another hug. He wraps his arms around you and you feel the warmth yet again surround you and the bad emotions leave you. You’re glad you forgot a warmer jacket. 

[thirstybtsthoughts]

Imagine this: you and jk in an empty train going home after a nice night out. He touches you here and there, peppering your face with tiny kisses, nothing out of the ordinary. But soon enough, he’s slipping his hand in between your legs, your dress hiking up your thighs as he pushes your panties aside, softly rubbing your clit. You whimper and stutter saying that you’re in public but he doesn’t listen and just says “you’ll take me wherever I want you to, slut.” As he moves you to sit on his lap. He squeezes your ass before giving it a light spank and you shiver, squirming on his lap. Then, he pulls his cock out, already hard and leaking precum just for you🥺. Your back is facing him so you can’t see the smirk on his face as he glides his dick over your pussy, teasing you. Without warning, he thrusts his cock into you causing you to yelp in pleasure, the abrupt stretch of his cock feeling so good that just for a moment; you forget you’re in a public space, causing heat to rise to your cheeks. He stills for a moment, letting you adjust to his size before he leans in and whispers in your ear, suggesting that you two play a game. Your ears perk up, mind a little hazy from his cock stilled deep inside of you, but you still listen. “Everytime the train stops at a station, I’ll keep fucking you and it’s your job to stay quiet. Got it? If you don’t, you lose and have to pay for dinner the next time we go out. And if you win, I’ll do whatever you want!” He says with a cheeky grin. You scoff at his antics, even when he’s balls deep inside you he still manages to make the scene playful and lighthearted. “What’s in it for you if you win then?” You ask, turning your head to meet his eyes. “I get to fuck you wherever and whenever I want.” He replies simply. The tone of his voice is so monotone, yet his words so dirty. You gulp and nod. “Game on.” The pace he thrusts into you is relentless and brutal, your legs shaking on his lap, yet you still suppress your moans, not wanting to lose. The next stop approaches quickly which is when it finally dawns on you that you’re having sex in public. You immediately close your legs and straighten out your dress as best as you can while Jungkook sits up straight, the both of you trying to look as normal and put together as possible. The train doors open; your eyes glued to them intently with Jungkook still fucking your brains out, his hands on your hips. A man walks in, wearing headphones and with his eyes glued to his phone. He doesn’t notice you and two fucking like bunnies in the corner of the train, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as the man sits on the other side of the cabin. The next few stops go by smoothly, you not moaning (although it’s so hard for you not to when he’s fucking you so good), no one coming or going; reasonable, since it’s late at night. Jungkook is still thrusting up into you, but you can tell he won’t hold out for much longer, feeling how his hips stutter slightly against your ass. He leans forward and playfully nips at your ear before letting out a shaky breath, whispering, “Gonna cum,”. You reply “Me too, cum with me, please baby, need your cum inside me so bad…please please please,” voice strained and whiny; probably from holding in your moans for so long. Jungkook’s wrapping his arms around your waist now, his head tucked snugly in the crook of your neck, thrusting faster and harder now as he reaches his high-and so do you. Soon enough the both of you are cumming, white strings of his seed painting the inside of your pretty, battered up pussy and his cock wet with your slick and cum. It’s all so dirty you can’t help but giggle. You slowly lift yourself off his cock, feeling so empty. You seat yourself on the seat next to him, feeling his cum drop down the inner part of your thighs as he tucks his cock back into his briefs and zips up his pants. “Wait.” you say, eyes drifting to where the other man sat just moments ago, seat now empty. Jungkook follows your gaze and laughs, “He left. We sure did put on a show for him.” You slap his arm playfully, laughing as well.

🦦

This is just one of my biggest fantasies rn and it was meant to be a short little blurb but I accidentally wrote a whole little story hahah, I’m sorry if it was too much to read🥺😊

OOOH YES I LOVE THIS FANTASY 💦💦🥵🥵

Damnnn this was so hot, thank you for writing it, I really enjoyed it 😏. Ooofff you got me all hot and bothered now🥵!

Love how you got so many elements in there, the exhibitionism, the promise of future fun, the diff characteristics of JK - his dom side, his playfulness, his competitiveness, his fearlessness - aahhh it’s awesome!

I’ll be fantasising about this too now! 🥰🥰

[woogyu]

39.“I really want to kiss you right now.” | “Then do it.”

41.“I heard that!” | “You were supposed to!”

44.“Why should we date?” | “Because we’re attracted to each other.” | “I’m attracted to pie, but i do not feel the need to date pie.”

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notes; so this one is hella long but like MAN DO I LOVE HOW IT TURNED OUT

Thank you for requesting!! sorry this took so long to be posted!

wc; 1544

Drabble Game Requests | OPEN (but VERY VERY slow 24 requests in my inbox rn) | Drabble Prompts; fluff | angst | funny

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“Could I get a large chai-“ you started before the barista, Jeonghan, cut you off.

“Large Chai latte with extra foam?” he asked, a smile bordering a smirk gracing his lips. You flushed a little bit and nodded quickly, watching as he quickly scribbled your order onto the cup. You hadn’t realized just how often you were visiting the café, apparently often enough for Jeonghan to know your order. You liked the ambiance, you studied better here than you did at home.

“Studying tonight?” he asked, making small talk as he went about making your order. You nodded before realizing that he couldn’t see your movements. Clearing your throat, you spoke up.

“Yeah, just working on a paper for my philosophy class” you explained, shifting the strap of your backpack as you moved from the cash down to where you picked up your items.

“You’ve been coming here a lot lately” he mused, his eyes flicking up to yours in question. “Lot of school stuff lately?” he asked you, his eyes searching yours for any sign you were uncomfortable with his questions.

“Midterm season” you admitted with a forlorn sigh, your cheeks darkening when his eyes met yours. You told yourself you liked the ambiance of the café… but in reality, you never came here unless Jeonghan was working. There was something about the blonde barista that just… well he was incredibly attractive and liked to flirt. You never looked much into the flirting; he probably did this with loads of girls that came here. He nodded his head in understanding, taking a little bit longer with making your latte than usual.

“I’m sorry you’re dealing with school stuff… but I will admit I like seeing you walk through those doors” he said, a beautiful smile covering his lips. Your eyes widened a little bit as you ducked your head down, you could have sworn you heard a faint chuckle leave his lips followed by ‘cute’.

“Enjoy your latte…” he said, raising his eyebrow in question. You realized that you never told him your name, despite coming here four times a week.

“y/n” you told him, reaching out to grab the warm drink. He grinned at you, leaning back a little bit and nodding his head.

“y/n” he repeated back, seemingly to test your name in his mouth. You swallowed, shifting your weight back awkwardly before giving him a small smile.

“Thank you for the drink” you replied lamely, tilting the drink toward him before retreating to the safety of your usual table.

“You forgot something” you heard the males angelic voice call out, your eyebrows furrowing as you set your drink down; you hadn’t ordered anything else. Walking back to the counter, your confusion grew when you saw a slice of pie sitting on the counter.

“I didn’t order…” you started, looking up at him with your eyebrows drawn together.

“It’s on the house, darling” he told you before winking at you and turning back to the cash.

The redness on your cheeks somehow grew darker as you quickly retrieved the treat and scurried back to your table. Throughout the night you could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t have the courage to meet his stare. You told yourself over and over not to look too far into it. He probably did this with a lot of girls.

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A few nights later you were back in your usual spot, Chai latte in hand. You were caught up on most of your assignments, so you struggled to find things to occupy your time. 

After asking a girl sitting nearby to watch your things, you stood and headed toward the bathroom.

“y/n” you heard a voice call as you walked by one of the storage rooms. Confused, you peered inside, finding that the voice belonged to none other than Jeonghan. He was struggling to balance boxes of ingredients, the top box teetering on the edge.

“Could you…” he said, voiced strained as his eyes flicked up to the boxes. Ah, you understood what he wanted now. Stepping into the small storage closet you rose up on your tippy toes to grab the top few boxes, picking them up and setting them down on the ground.

“Thank you” he breathed with a bright smile, moving toward the door and closing it? Confusion flooded you as Jeonghan turned back around, his features barely visible in the dim light of the storage closet.

“I’ve been trying to make my intentions clear… but you remain oblivious to everything I do” he said slowly, moving toward you. Your eyes widened as you processed what he was saying… had you done something wrong? Your back hit the wall of the storage room, Jeonghan now mere inches from you.

“I-I’m sorry?” you asked, your cheeks flushing as your heart rate picked up, you just hoped he couldn’t hear how nervous you were.

“W-Won’t Seungcheol be looking for you?” you questioned, swallowing hard as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that maybe Jeonghan’s flirting hadn’t been simply playful.

“He’ll be fine, he can handle it, he’s a big boy” he said, waving off your concern.

“I heard that!” you heard a voice call from outside the door, causing Jeonghan to groan in frustration.

“You were supposed to!” he responded, rolling his eyes as he returned his focus back to you. He licked his lips, his eyes flashing from yours down to your lips. You bit down on your lip in response, causing him to curse under his breath.

“You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?” he breathed, the air fanning over your face. You shook your head, eyes wide. 

“You have no idea how cute you are” he mumbled, his fingers reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. You licked your lips, watching him as he seemed to consider something.

“I really want to kiss you right now” he whispered, barely holding himself back from just doing it. Your eyes widened in surprise before you gathered your courage to respond.

“Then do it” you told him, your voice soft but sure. You could tell your answer shocked him, but within seconds his lips were on yours. The kiss could have lasted seconds or hours, as you found yourself lost in the delicious way his lips molded against yours. When he finally pulled back for air you breathed in hungry gasps, eyes closed as your head spun.

“Jeonghan! We’ve got a rush!” you heard Seungcheol’s voice outside the door, causing the boy above you to frown. He sighed before stepping back from you, straightening his uniform and smoothing out his hair.

“I’m not anywhere near done with you” he spoke, a smirk pulling at his lips as he slid out of the storage room.

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Not much happened after that day in the storage closet… and Jeonghan never brought it up. If it hadn’t felt so real you could have sworn it was a dream. You thought about just forgetting it, but the way Jeonghan acted made you want to find out where this could go. 

Maybe he was waiting for you to make the next move?

You waited until the café was empty, before approaching him about it. You tried not to let your nerves show as you walked up to the counter. He watched you curiously, and amused smile on his face.

“I was wondering… do you want to go on a date with me?” you asked, your voice much steadier than you were expecting. His eyes widened in shock for a moment before a devious smirk settled on his lips.

“Why should we date?” he asked, his eyebrow raised in almost a challenge. You nearly faltered, anxiety begging you to just give up and return to the safety of your seat. No, you knew whatever happened that day in the storage room hadn’t been nothing… you didn’t want to give up this easily.

“Because we’re attracted to each other” you said confidently. Whether you pulled off the confident tone or not, you would never know, but your answer seemed to please him. He dipped his finger into the whip cream he had just placed onto a slice of pie. The finger disappeared behind his plump lips to suck the whip cream off of it, his eyes glued to yours.

“I’m attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie” he responded, his eyes flicking down to the slice of pie on the counter. You let out an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes a little bit at his cocky attitude.

“Just forget it” you mumbled, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you turned to head back to your table. Before you could step away a hand shot out and grabbed yours, Jeonghan spinning you around to look at him.

“You are so easy to tease” he mumbled before kissing you hungrily. You didn’t care that anyone could walk in right now and see the two of you and you didn’t care that his lips were sticky from the whip cream. All you care about was the boy currently stealing your breath away.

[seanfalco]

Would you write Sean comforting a crying reader? I’m in a depressive episode rn and I could really use some love and comfort. Thank u Joz ❤️

You Can Breathe Now

Sean Falco x Reader

Word Count: 1k

a/n: I hope this helps you feel a little better, friend 💖

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You hadn’t seen Sean for nearly a week, work and other obligations somehow always managing to get in the way and it was all starting to take a toll on you.

Stepping foot in your woefully empty apartment, you looked around, the sick feeling in your stomach almost choking you, leaving you breathless and overwhelmed. There was no way you could spend another night alone, and you didn’t even care that you had another early morning meeting the next day, you had to see him.

Grabbing your bag, you turned around and walked back out the door. It wasn’t until you parked in front of Sean’s tiny flat that it occurred to you he might not actually be there, his beaten up car nowhere to be seen.

Great, what else could go wrong? you thought, biting your lip to hold back your tears, a few stray raindrops hitting the roof of your car, as if the weather were mirroring your mood. Reaching for your phone you dialled Sean’s number, needing to hear his voice and wondering where he was.

“Hi, you’ve reached Sean Falco, I’m not able t’take your call at th’moment, but if y’leave your name and number, I’ll get back t’you as soon as I can.”

At the sound of his voice your heart had leapt, only to realize you’d reached his voicemail, your stomach dropping in disappointment.

“Uhm, hey Sean, it’s me. I-I’m at your place, but you… you’re not here, so uhm, I’m gunna let myself in. I’m not doin’ so well. Call me? Please?”

As you hung up, you took a deep breath, hating how your voice had trembled as you left your message.

Not wanting to get caught in the rain, you hurried up the rickety steps to Sean’s makeshift apartment, using the key he’d given you to unlock the door, stepping inside as a flash of lightning lit up the sky. Moments later an earth shaking crack of thunder followed, heralding the beginning of the storm and the heavens opened up, sending down a deluge, the rain almost deafening against the low roof over your head.

Shivering, you quickly undressed, finding one of Sean’s shirts to throw on before crawling under the covers and burying your face in his pillows, surrounding yourself with his scent, your eyes beginning to swim with the tears you’d managed to hold back until now.

Dissolving into sobs, you let yourself cry, feeling the kitten jump atop you to lap at your tear stained cheek, her tongue rough against your flushed skin and the sweetness of it only made you sob harder, losing track of time while the storm raged on.

Suddenly the door flew open, admitting a rather drenched Sean, a flash of lightning behind him throwing his silhouette against the wall.

“[y/n], are you alright? What’s th’matter?” he cried, rushing over to the bed as soon as he saw you, his curls plastered wetly to his face from the rain. Without a word, you threw yourself into his arms, past caring if you were getting wet as well, pressing your face to his chest.

“Darlin’, what’s wrong?” Sean repeated, holding you tightly, his hand smoothing back your hair in an attempt to see your face. “I was out with Derek when I got your message and my phone died before I could call you back,” he explained, worry thick in his voice.

“I’m sorry, I just really missed you!” you cried, your own voice cracking pitifully. “I’ve been so overwhelmed lately and I just wanted to see you!” you wailed, breaking down even further.

“Oh [y/n], oh darlin’, it’s gunna be alright,” he exclaimed, rocking you gently in his embrace, his heart breaking at your cries. “I’m right here, it’s okay,” he soothed as the rain pounded on overhead, letting you cry it out til your tears finally subsided, not letting you go.

“Sometime’s a good cry’s all y’need,” he murmured, cupping your cheeks as he pulled back to look at your face, catching the last of your tears with his thumb. “Here, lemme get outta these wet clothes and I can hold yeh properly,” he offered.

Taking a shaky breath, you nodded, wiping at your nose with your sleeve.

Smiling gently at you, Sean stood, peeling his soaked shirt over his head to toss in the hamper, followed by his jeans before grabbing a towel to dry off his hair and crawl under the covers with you. “There, better?” he asked, pulling you back into his arms.

“Better,” you murmured, thickly, settling in his embrace, your legs entwined with his. You were sure you looked a mess, your eyes red and swollen from crying so hard, but Sean didn’t look at you any differently, tenderly kissing the top of your head.

“Talk t’me, what’s goin’ on that’s overwhelmin’ you so much?” he asked as you pressed your ears to his chest, listening to his even heartbeat.

“Work’s been so stressful, and it’s almost that time of the month, so I’m even more emotional than usual, and exhausted, and just every time I’ve wanted to make time to see you, it’s like the universe gets in the way, one thing after another after another and I’ve missed you,” you exclaimed, your voice nearly breaking again. “I got home tonight and just felt so alone,” you explained. “Have you ever wanted to see someone so badly you couldn’t breathe?”

“Yeah, yeah I have,” Sean answered, stroking your hair. “But I can breathe now too.”

At his words your heart twisted with affection and you squeezed him even tighter.

“I love you, Sean,” you gasped, willing yourself not to cry again.

“I love yeh too, [y/n]. Would it be too much t’beg you t’call in sick tomorrow and stay here with me?” he asked hopefully and you couldn’t help but let out a relieved laugh.

“Yeah, I think I might. I’ll reschedule my meeting.”

“Wow, that was easier than I thought,” he grinned, pressing kisses to your face.

“What can I say, you’re very persuasive,” you replied, a grin pulling at your lips.”

“There’s my smile,” Sean exclaimed, beaming at you so brightly your chest hurt.

As you pressed a kiss to his eager lips, you barely noticed the storm had cleared.

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[nashibirne]

Painkiller -4

Here we go again. The date was a disaster and in chapter 4 Henry and Ella deal with their feelings and get some advice, even if they don't want to. I hope you enjoy it - likes, reblogs and comments are much appreciated, so feel free to let me know what you think!

Paring: Henry Cavill x OFC (Ella) Summary: What do you do after a disastrous date? You get unasked advice from your brother and your friends. Warnings: slight angst, that's it Unbeta'ed! English ist not my first language, so sorry in advance for mistakes in grammar or spelling. Credits: The pics for the moodboard are from pintrest, except Jax's pic, that one is from a screenshot from an app (moments - choose your story). If I violate any copyright, please let me know.

Previous parts can be found here: Nashi's Masterlist

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4

Later that night when Henry was back in Kensington, sitting on the couch in his living room, having a glass of whiskey, he couldn't stop his thoughts from running through the night's events again and again. He was disappointed, he was angry, he was sad - he simply felt terrible. Kal was lying beside him, his big head resting on Henry's lap, enjoying a bit of tender love and care. 

When his phone beeped, his heart skipped a beat. 

Ella?

He took a look at the screen and closed his eyes with a sigh. Charlie. His brother knew Henry had a date tonight and now he was trying to tease him.

"Hey, supes...how's your date going. Already saved the damsel in distress? Holding her in your arms rn?"

Henry considered ignoring the message but he decided to answer anyway.

"Nope. Back in my fortress of solitude. With empty arms."

His phone started ringing only seconds after he'd sent the message.

"Hi Charlie." Henry greeted his brother not too enthusiastically.

"Hey, Hen. What's up? You're already back from your date?"

"Yeah...."

"You don't sound so good. What happened?"

"I fucked it up, Charlie. That's what happened." Henry pinched the spot at the root of his nose with his thumb and middle finger. He felt a bad headache coming. He was going to need a painkiller.

"She turned you down?"

His little brother sounded much too amused for Henry's taste.

"Well, we had kind of a Daenerys-Ser-Jorah-moment..."

"Ouch...she friendzoned you?"

"Yep." 

Charlie laughed.

"I can hardly believe it. But good to know even you can't have every woman you want. I mean normally they jump you before you can count to three."

"Oh shut up. That's not funny." Henry snapped, his voice loud and sharp.

"Okay, okay...I'm sorry brother. No need to get mad."

"But I am mad. Mad at myself." 

"Why. What did you do?"

"I didn't listen to my intuition." Henry said with a deep sigh of exhaustion and disappointment. "You know when I asked Ella out and she agreed my gut feeling told me to take her to a simple Italian restaurant, nothing trendy, nothing too expensive. Just a normal place for a normal date. She even suggested going out in Uxbridge because she knows some nice restaurants in her neighbourhood. But my ego knew better. It was like...make this date different. Take her to a place ordinary guys don't have access to. Let her see how special you are and what you have to offer...and my intuition was beaten."

"You wanted to show off to her" Charlie stated the problem in one sentence.

"Yeah. I wanted to impress her. Of course I chose the Aston Martin and not the Audi or the Tesla. And I took her to "Gianni's"..."

"Oohh...Fort Knox..." 

"Exactly. The food was great, she loved it, but she was intimidated by the atmosphere and the exclusivity. She was tense and felt uncomfortable and our conversation was dragging and uneasy. It didn't help much that I made a fool of myself, trying to make her loosen up. On set the director would have stopped me for overacting. And I don't know what happened when she went to the toilet but when she came back she was pretty jazzed and somehow distressed. 

And now she thinks our lives are too different, that she doesn't fit into my world and that we're better off as friends. Oh and she mentioned not being completely over her ex but that was probably an excuse to make me feel better. To put it in a nutshell, I was bragging and it totally backfired"

"But why? Bragging is not much like you."

"Honestly? I don't know. There's just something about her that puts me off. And that's crazy because she is really down-to-earth, humble and nice. I'm sure she's not the kind of woman that's impressed by status symbols, money or fame. I knew that the minute I met her. But I have this irrational need to show her what I've got. Maybe it's because I subconsciously think that all that's left when I show her the real Henry, without all the luxurious and impressive extras, is an ordinary, average, nerdy bore." 

"You can hardly call it subconscious when you can name the core problem so accurately." Charlie threw in.

"Shut up, smartass. That's not the point."

"No, it's not. The point is that somewhere underneath all these muscles and this superman aura you're still the insecure teen, who always had the feeling to be not good or cool or attractive enough."

"Oh come on, Doctor Freud. Don't try to analyze me."

"There's not much to analyze, Henry." Charlie sounded serious now. "You have this tendency to feel bad for who you really are. An ordinary guy who likes pc games, books, animals and sports. But that's not nerdy, it's perfectly normal. You're a home loving man in his late thirties who prefers a netflix marathon to a wild night out. That's not boring, it's what millions of people our age do. But it collides with your public image, with your looks and the characters you portray, so you play this role when you date women and they're attracted by the man you pretend to be, by all the glamour, money and VIP stuff and when you can't live up to their expectations when a relationship evolves it doesn't work and they leave or you leave or whatever."

"Are you done with your psychological profile?" Henry was annoyed and Charlie could almost hear him rolling his eyes.

"Not yet. What your little brother is trying to tell you is the following. When you're not showing your true self you attract the kind of women you actually don't really want and who don't really want you. Physically maybe but not for the real thing. So the fact that Ella doesn't want your jet-set self, that she doesn't like all the glitter and gold, shows that she's perfect for you. For the real Henry. Got it?"

"I don't know. Sounds a little complicated to me. But even if you were right. The damage is done. She just wants me as a friend."

"Then be a friend. Spend time with her, talk to her, show her your world outside the biz and when she gets to know you better she'll realize that you're not a poser and maybe there'll be a second chance someday."

"Mmhhh..."

"That's all you have to say?"

"I'll think about it, Charlie."

"Good. Maybe, just for once, you listen to your annoying little brother."

"Yeah...maybe."

*****

Jackson took a big bite of his slice of pizza looking at Ella with a frown. Ella had invited him and Katie for a crisis meeting at her place and they had shown up with lunch exactly after Ella's taste: Pizza and donuts. Ella had put them in the picture about last night and now they were discussing the events.

"But I don't understand why you're not willing to go out with him on another date. Why not give him a second chance?"

"Why would I? This one date was enough to tell that I don't fit into his world."

"You're just scared, he's really 10 inch." Jackson teased with a lewd expression and Katie started to giggle.

Ella made a face at him but she couldn't help but grin. "Why would I be scared? Have you seen your brother naked lately." She asked with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

"Eww...Elsie...gross" Jackson made a puking noise.

"You started it..." She gave him a friendly nudge.

"Guys..." Katie laughed. "Back on topic, okay? I understand Ella, Jax. Maybe his lifestyle really isn't what Ella's looking for in a man."

"You can hardly judge his lifestyle after one date. Maybe he tried to impress her and went a little over the top. And Ella, I'm not saying I know the guy but what I've seen of him on set was all humble, decent and very friendly. No signs of airs and graces, no extravagance.

"Yeah, maybe. But it's not just the car and the restaurant and his VIP friends or his job. I really think it's too early. I'm not ready for something new...after Craig." Ella nibbled a donut, shaking her head before giving Jax a shrug.

"That's bullshit, Elsie, and you know it." Jackson replied, his tone pretty annoyed. "You had zero problems fucking my brother only two months after the break up. And now you're trying to tell me you're not ready to date after one year? He wasn't asking you to marry him. He was asking for a second date. You have to be open minded if you want to move on" 

"Oh, stop lecturing me, Jax. That's not what I need right now." Ella got up from her chair with an angry snort. "I need to pee." She left the room and slammed the door behind her.

Jackson took a deep breath and rolled his eyes.

Katie turned to him with a soft smile. "We both know you're right about Craig but don't be so hard on her."

"I'm not hard on her, Katie. She's hard on herself. Why does she make such a fuss about a little swagger? He tried to impress her, so what? Isn't that kind of a compliment that he tried so hard? Truth is...she's scared to be not good enough for him...that's all. Elsie thinks she has to be glamorous and  extravagant to fit into his world. She feels not special enough, not beautiful enough, too average or whatever strange fantasies are running around on her mind. She is afraid that he loses interest soon but instead of taking a risk she chickens out and just wants to be friends with him."

"Maybe it's for the best...A bird in the hand...you know. I don't want her to get hurt…"

"No, Katie. You didn't see them at the party. There was this chemistry between them...it was incredible. Like in a movie, you could almost see the sparks and little hearts fly from their eyes. They're meant for each other. As lovers, not as friends." Jackson let out a sigh. He sounded just as frustrated as helpless. 

"Yeah...I thought so, when she told me about it. The way she talked about him, with so much enthusiasm, it was remarkable. But Ella doesn't see it that way. Or she doesn't want to." Katie shrugged. "You know how stubborn she is. And how much a cerebral person. Reason tells her that he's out of her league and that his world is too different from hers, from ours. She won't let us tell her otherwise. So just let them be friends and if you're right, if they're made for each other, destiny will find its way."

Katie patted Jackson's knee giving him a comforting smile.

"Yeah. Or maybe she wastes the chance of finding the love of her life and ends up on her own..."

"That's not our responsibility, Jax."

"What's not your responsibility?" Ella asked, entering the room, obviously in a better mood again. It was typical for her. Close to throwing a tantrum the one minute and back to cool, calm and collected the other. Her temper was unpredictable sometimes.

"Your happiness." Jackson replied, giving her an apologetic smile. "I didn't mean to lecture you, Elsie. I'm just trying to help."

"I know, doofus. And I didn't mean to snap. It's just...let me handle this my way, okay?"

"Okay, at your own risk." Jackson got up and hugged her.

"At my own risk." Ella mumbled into his chest.

~~~~~

tbc

[gamerwoo]

Wonwoo: Hearing Lips

Characters: Wonwoo x female reader

Genre/warnings: non idol au, angst, a little fluff, a little crack, terminal illness/cancer, implied major character death. basically this starts out a lil happy but just gets worse and worse as it goes on

Word count: 3,053

Summary: Sometimes relationships get hard. Sometimes someone cheats. Sometimes someone doesn’t feel the same anymore. And sometimes, someone gets sick and things take a turn for the worst. But in the last instance, no matter how hard things get, you stick beside them until the end. Because you love them.

a/n: i wanna make a second part at some point bc i have an idea for it but i have a lot of shit to do so we’ll see

Wonwoo took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. He looked down at the clippers that one of his friends, Minghao held in his hand.

“This sucks,” was what he decided to say.

You pursed your lips and nodded slowly. It was at that stage where your husband’s hair was starting to fall out, but he decided he didn’t want to go through all that. Wonwoo asked if you would care if he just shaved his head to avoid the hair loss. You asked him why you’d care.

“What if I’m ugly?” was his response, which made both of you chuckle.

“You’re always going to be the most handsome man on the planet to me,” you replied.

So he called on his friend, Minghao to do the cutting for him. A handful of his other friends showed up, promising to shave their own heads along with Wonwoo just so he wouldn’t feel so alone.

“Why can’t I do it?” Mingyu whined. “We’ve been friends longer!”

“Because you’d probably shave his ear off,” Joshua scoffed.

As the group began to tease Mingyu, Minnghao turned to you, offering the clippers to you, “Are you sure you don’t want to do it, _____?”

You looked down at the clippers, considering it. But ultimately, you shook your head, “What if I shave his ear off?”

“The only thing I want to lose today is my hair, thanks,” Wonwoo nodded.

“Alright,” Minghao turned the clippers on, but Wonwoo didn’t react to the noise. The sound of the clippers didn’t scare him like he thought they might. Just because he had to shave his head, that didn’t mean it was the end. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged before he sat in the chair placed in front of Minghao.

While Minghao shaved Wonwoo hair, the strands falling in clumps on the floor around him, the rest of you watched and told various stories of times you’d hung out together just to lighten the mood and make each other laugh. Like the time Soonyoung stuck bubblegum in Jeonghan’s hair to see if peanut butter would actually get it out. Or when they managed to convince Seokmin that girls don’t have to shave, their hair just falls off when it gets too long. 

The rest of the boys took turns sitting down in front of Minghao before Josh did the younger boy’s hair. 

Admittedly, Wonwoo pulled the bald look off.

Seungcheol absolutely did not.

-

“Where are you going?”

You had heard the bedroom door closed and turned your head away from the TV in time to see Wonwoo walk down the hall. You’d brought him home from his chemotherapy appointment and knew he was supposed to be resting afterwards, so you were concerned as to why he was going down the hall.

“Office,” he replied.

You got up from the couch and went to follow him, “Why?”

“Bills.”

Wonwoo was always a stickler for paying the bills on time, but you weren’t sure why he didn’t just let you do it or simply ask you to do it for him.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” you told him.

“I’ll be sitting in a chair, it’s fine,” he said before entering the office and shutting the door behind him.

With a sigh, you retreated back to the living room, deciding to text one of your friends to see what to do. Wonwoo had been getting a bit touchy lately, and you didn’t want to tell him what to do and make him mad. So your best option was to get advice because you didn’t want Wonwoo to pass out in the office or something.

To Hansol: wonwoo wont lay down

From Hansol: ???? whats he doing?

To Hansol: paying the bills in the office

From Hansol: ah

From Hansol: maybe he wants to make himself useful??

To Hansol: wdym

From Hansol: all he’s supposed to be doing now is basically nothing

From Hansol: things arent looking good rn

From Hansol: he probably want to do things for you and himself while he still can

You stared at your phone, feeling a pang in your chest reading the texts. You let out a sigh and set your phone down, letting Wonwoo stay in the office to do the bills.

-

it was the first time all of the guys had come over since putting Wonwoo’s bed in the living room. It was the only place with enough space since it was a hospital bed, and Wonwoo would at least always have the TV since the only thing he could do at this point was lay in bed.

“Wish I could sleep in my living room,” Soonyoung said.

“Yeah, I bet your girlfriend wishes that, too,” Jeonghan nodded.

Once a month, they’d all have a game night where the thirteen of them would gather at someone’s house to play something, whether it be Uno, poker, Cards Against Humanity, or whatever else they could come up with for that many players. But until your husband got better, it would have to be at your house all the time.

You gave them their space despite insisting they could include you in the game. You decided to just go to the office and use Wonwoo’s PC to play some games and watch a little YouTube. 

In the living room, the boys were playing Uno together while talking and laughing together. A few of them were drinking beer as well, but most of them stuck to soft drinks instead.

“How’re you doing lately, Woo?” Jeonghan asked after taking a sip of his drink.

Wonwoo shrugged with a sigh, “Fine, I guess. I can only use this blanket because the others feel bad on my skin. I’m bored. I’ve watched like, every YouTube video ever at this point.”

“How do you feel, though?” Chan wondered.

“Tired.”

Junhui laid down a card before looking over at Wonwoo, “How’s _____ been?”

“She’s an absolute angel,” he chuckled. “She takes care of me and everything. She’s the strongest person I know.”

“If you ever need one of us to stay here for a couple days to help out, you know you can ask,” Jihoon stated with a handful of them nodding or giving various sounds of agreement.

“Neither of us wants to bother anyone.”

“It’s not a bother,” Seungcheol said, looking Wonwoo in the eyes. “Neither of you will ever be a bother.”

Jeonghan nodded, “We know things are going to get tough and we’re here for you guys. Just say the word.”

“Yeah...” Wonwoo shrugged with a deep sigh as he put down a card when it was his turn, “there are days worse than others. But lately, it’s been okay, I guess. At least, that’s what she leads me to believe.”

“Yeah, _____’s never been one to break down in front of people,” Seungkwan mumbled.

“I hope she’s doing okay, though,” Wonwoo frowned. “I feel so bad for her...”

You truly were the strongest person Wonwoo knew for doing just about everything for not only him, but for yourself and everything around the house. And you did it all without ever showing if you were feeling negatively -- at least, not around him. Wonwoo thought you were absolutely amazing, but inside, he felt guilty for doing this to you.

But like you’d never tell Wonwoo when you felt overwhelmed, he’d never tell you how he felt, either.

-

It was one of those days. One of those bad days. You felt like the world was crumbling right in front of you but there was nothing you could do about it. You were sad, scared, stressed out, and you didn’t know what to do next or who to go to. You always just kept things bottled inside even though your friends and family told you it was better to talk to people about things. But you didn’t want to seem like you were complaining about Wonwoo. It wasn’t your husband that was the problem, it was the situation.

You had taken Wonwoo’s empty dinner plate from the living room to the kitchen, setting it in the sink. You dropped your head, hands gripping the edge of the counter as you squeezed your eyes shut to keep the tears threatening to escape from spilling. 

Something one of the nurses had said to you during one of Wonwoo’s hospital visits was to be careful of what you say, even quietly, around him.

“People with cancer and the like tend to just hear really well,” she explained. “Especially when they can’t open their eyes anymore. Their hearing is scarily good. Don’t say anything bad around him because he will hear it.”

You learned to only let out your emotions when you were alone in your bedroom, but you couldn’t make it through the living room to get there. So you just stood in the kitchen, trying to compose yourself to go back out into the living room to sit with your husband.

“This is too hard,” you just barely whispered to yourself.

“I know,” you heard Wonwoo say softly from the living room, “I’m sorry, love.”

You lifted your head, your heart breaking hearing him apologize. You didn’t even think about how he heard you, rushing into the other room to promise that you weren’t talking about him. As you walked up to his bed, he looked up at you with a sad half-smile.

“I know I’m making things tough,” he continued quietly. “I’m really sorry you have to deal with it.”

“No, baby, no,” you quickly shushed him, cupping his face in your hands. “It’s not you, it’s the situation. You’re not difficult or making things difficult. None of this is your fault.”

Wonwoo didn’t really like things touching his skin because it had become so sensitive and felt weird when most things touched it, but he leaned into your touch and put his hands over yours. He noticed the tears welling up in your eyes and reached one hand up to brush his thumb under one of your eyes.

“It’s okay if you need to cry, you know,” he told you. “You keep everything to yourself and that’s not healthy.”

You shook your head, whispering so your voice wouldn’t break, “I have to be strong for you. I don’t want to cry and scare you that things are getting bad.”

He chuckled sadly, “_____, I know things are bad. You’re stressed. You can cry, it’s okay.”

Hearing him say that broke you for some reason. You collapsed in the chair you kept beside his bed and just cried while he held your hand. That was the first time you cried in front of Wonwoo in a long time.

While you cried, you heard him softly tell you, “You’re still the strongest person I know.”

-

Despite not wanting to go, Wonwoo had to be admitted to the hospital. You weren’t sure for how long, but he was complaining about feeling sick and neither of you were sure if it was cancer-related or not. But the doctors decided it was best to keep an eye on him for a couple days until he was feeling better.

Unfortunately, he was getting to a point where his eyes didn’t open as often. Even if he was awake, sometimes he just looked like he was sleeping. You were told that would happen eventually, and whenever Wonwoo looked at you, you looked back at him and tried to memorize the shade of brown as if it would be the last time you’d ever see his eyes.

Jeonghan came to visit you at the hospital after finding out you were there for an entire day without anybody besides Wonwoo. So he rushed there after work and sat with you in Wonwoo’s hospital room, both of you trying to keep your voices down since Wonwoo seemed to be sleeping. You knew if Wonwoo knew that one of his friends were there, he would’ve been talking to them.

Jeonghan reached out with his foot, nudging your shin with the tip of his sneaker to get your attention. You looked over at him. He mouthed something to you, but you weren’t sure what it was.

You cocked your head to one side, mouthing, “What?”

He leaned forward, so you did, too. He tried to whisper his question as quitely as he could, but you still heard absolutely nothing, and you were having trouble reading his lips.

“What?” you mouthed again.

“He asked if you paid the bills on time,” Wonwoo murmured, still looking like he was asleep, “but it’s okay if you didn’t.”

The only part of Wonwoo that moved was his mouth. Even once he was done talking, he looked like he had been sleeping the entire time. You wondered if you almost inaudible conversation was heard loud and clear to him.

“O-oh,” you said. “Um, my mom reminded me, yeah.”

“Did you...have enough?” Jeonghan wondered.

“Please don’t offer us money again,” you frowned.

“You know I have more than enough for myself. And you’re always staying home to take care of Wonwoo. I just want to make sure you’re both okay fanatically.”

It was true that Jeonghan made pretty good money. And considering his last relationship didn’t work out, he only had to support himself. For what he got paid, he definitely had some to spare. Still, neither you nor Wonwoo wanted to take ‘free money’ from your friends.

You opened your mouth to reply, but a nurse had walked in and asked to speak with you. You sent a playful glare toward Jeonghan before you got up and left the room.

Jeonghan was unaware that Wonwoo’s hearing had gotten so strong, and the fact he heard the question surprised him. So he wanted to test it to see how good it was, mouthing something else.

“No, Jeonghan, you can’t steal my wife,” Wonwoo sighed with the hints of a smirk on his face. “At least not until I’m dead.”

Jeonghan ignored the dark addon at the end, letting out a chuckle, “That’s kind of spooky, dude.”

“I hear everything now,” he said.

The older boy sat back in his seat, staring over at his friend who still had his eyes closed -- despite that, he still had his glasses on for whatever reason, “Have you actually...talked with _____ about that, though?”

“About you stealing her?”

“No. Have you told her if you’d want her to move on if you actually do...y’know?”

“Yeah. When I was first bedridden, I figured I should mention it. I told her to just find someone who makes her happy, even if it was one of you. I just said she can’t marry Soonyoung because he’s a fucking idiot.”

Jeonghan let out a laugh, leaning forward in his chair, “Yeah, I don’t think any of us would let that happen. Even Soonyoung knows he wouldn’t be good enough for her.”

“I’m glad she’ll at least have you guys if anything happens,” Wonwoo hummed. “You’ll watch out for her. You’ll make sure she doesn’t get into any shady relationships or do anything reckless.”

“Why do you always assume we need to be there?”

“Because I need to be prepared.”

Jeonghan sat back in his seat again, not knowing what to say. He just stared at his friend, hoping that he was preparing for nothing.

-

You had a bad feeling this was coming, but you were hoping it was just your anxiety telling you that. But when the doctor told you that you had to have the papers signed, you knew that there wasn’t any going back now.

Wonwoo was going to die.

Just in case, he had already gone to have the papers drawn up for if he’d want to be revived or not if anything should happen. But he had forgotten to get them from your attorney so they had to be retrieved and signed. But you were specifically told you couldn’t just instruct your husband to sign them. You had to sit there and explain what everything was, and then he could sign them. You just weren’t sure if you could do that.

Seungcheol was the one who went into Wonwoo’s hospital room with you with the papers. You sat down by Wonwoo’s bed while Seungcheol sat in a chair across the room and watched, just there for emotional support if you needed it.

“What’re those?” Wonwoo asked.

“I need to go over these with you,” you told him.

You sat by his bed with his table pulled out as you read the papers and explained what they meant. You already knew the decisions Wonwoo had made, but reading them and saying them out loud was hard, especially knowing that this was how things would end. He said he didn’t want to be revived because he knew how hard it would be on you. He wanted to make things quicker and easier.

“So if you’re to...start...going...you don’t want--”

You couldn’t even finish the sentence before you choked on your tears, coughing to clear your throat.

And that’s when Wonwoo knew. This was it.

“Why’re you crying?” he asked quietly. He knew this was coming. He knew you knew this was coming. But he knew you wanted to believe it wouldn’t. 

You sniffed while you tried to control your breathing so you wouldn’t break down sobbing. But it didn’t work, tears already falling down your cheeks as you whimpered, “I don’t want you to die.”

“I know,” he murmured. “I don’t want to leave you.”

Seungcheol got up and stood beside you, rubbing your back to comfort you despite tears of his own escaping from his eyes. He couldn’t even say anything to help you feel better because he knew nothing would work. So he helped you go over the papers with Wonwoo while all three of you tried to choke back tears.

-

It was getting close. You knew it was. You just had a feeling that stuck with you all day, so you never left Wonwoo’s side. You held his hand and sat beside him for hours, trying to keep your crying as silent as you could while you mouthed ‘I love you’ as many times as you could because you were too afraid of your voice breaking if you spoke.

But you knew Wonwoo heard every word.

[oneshots4u]

GUESS WHO FUCKIN WROTE SOMETHING AGAIN???????? Me xox

I’m super into gang/mob Harry rn so I wrote this as part of a little blurb series 🥺🥺🥺

STRIPPER Y/N and GANG LEADER HARRY (who owns the club obviously) have been dating for about 6 months. He loses his temper with her when tensions in the gang are mounting.

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You glanced at the clock as the last customers left the bar. 2.30am, an early finish. You opened the door to Harry’s office, smiling at the boys sitting in there.

“Harry, everyone’s gone,” your eyes landed on him. He was at the big leather chair behind a giant mahogany desk. The room was dim and smelled like whisky. He didn’t lift his eyes from his computer, forehead set in a deep frown.

“Okay, darling. Thank you for tonight,” he dismissed you as if you were just any of the other girls. He didn’t even sneak a glance at you standing in your lingerie. Did he forget you’d made plans tonight? Your smile faded slightly, but you just nodded and backed out of the room, sensing he was a little busy.

You changed out of your stage attire and makeup into your jeans, an oversized t shirt and converse, before going back out into the bar. It was completely empty now, even the bar staff had finished cleaning and counting up and had left. You glanced at the clock again: 3.10.

You knocked on the door of the office softly, before opening it and sticking your head in. Everyone was still sat there.

“Hello guys,” you smiled. They all nodded back. “Just to let you know, the bar staff have all left. We’re good to go whenever.” Harry always liked to be the last to leave, but often had to be told when this was as he was cooped up in his office for a lot of the night. This time, he gave you a fleeting glance, nodding curtly. You took this as your cue to leave. Why was he being so weird with you tonight?

You retreated back to the dressing room and sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone to kill some time. You didn’t even realise you’d fallen asleep until your eyes were opening again. Sunlight streamed through the frosted window of the large dressing room. The clock read 5.25am. You rubbed your eyes, exhaustion overwhelming. The level of tiredness you felt was enough to make you want to cry, and your aching muscles protested when you forced yourself up to go to the office once again.

You pushed open the door.

“Harry, is it time to head-“

“Oh would you just fuck off, y/n?!” Harry shouted across the room. All of the men froze. Your eyes widened, mouth slightly agape. You blinked slowly, before simply turning and leaving the room, head hung.

“Mate, do you not think that was a bit harsh?” Niall asked. Harry rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to his computer.

“Yeah, I’m not gunna lie Harry, that was a bit uncalled for,” Louis continued, leaning back in his chair to look through the open door to see if you were hovering outside. You weren’t. Harry still didn’t respond, but he softened. The door of the main entrance of the club opened and closed quietly.

“It’s been a really stressful week, guys,” Harry eventually tried to defend himself.

“A stressful week doesn’t mean you take it out on her though. She doesn’t know what’s going on. All she knows is you stay in this room all fucking day then leave her to get home alone when her shift finishes.” Liam was angry at him, and wasn’t trying to hide it.

You’d grown very close to his men since Harry had opened up to you about what he did and who they all were a couple months ago. They’d even have some meetings at Harry’s while you were there, and they didn’t mind you walking in in your pyjamas to make a tea or grab a snack. They DEFINITELY didn’t mind when you came over with something you’d baked that morning. This also meant they were more protective of you. To them, you were one of the gang now, even though Harry would never officially let you join. Whenever you were on the club floor selling drinks, dancing on stage, doing lap dances, one of them was always watching. You’d noticed that whenever someone was particularly disrespectful they’d be removed instantly. They protected you from the creeps in the bar, they stopped the bouncers from hitting on you, they even would watch you get into your car and leave if Harry wasn’t driving you, so if they had to protect you from their boss, they would.

“She can’t keep fucking bothering me!”

“Why not? Because you won’t talk to her about work so she doesn’t actually know you’re stressed out?” Harry was stumped with that one. “Mate, you need to use your brain. She’s got no idea why you just shouted at her. She’s got no idea about the threats or the cancelled shipments. All she knows is her boyfriend is acting like a dick. Go find her and apologise.” Liam borderline demanded. Harry glanced at his watch and had to do a double take. It was 5.30?! You’d finished work three hours ago and had stayed around for him, and he’d thrown it back in your face. Sighing and running a hand through his hair, he simply nodded and stood, picked up his jacket, and swept out of the club.

Driving home, he grew more and more frustrated. He realised all the things that he had done wrong, he couldn’t imagine how you felt. Of course, he didn’t want you involved in the gang in any sense, but you didn’t know a single thing they did, so how could you have known there had been threats on peoples’ lives this week? People had even been seen hanging around the club, checking it out, scaling it up. You couldn’t know, all you knew was your boyfriend had made your favourite food and you were gunna go back to his place after work for a cosy night. He prayed you’d gone to his house.

Throwing open the front door, Harry breathed an audible sigh of relief when his eyes landed on your handbag and shoes tossed to the side. You’d come home. He bounded up the stairs three at a time to come find you, but skid to a halt when he met you on the landing. You were holding a duffel bag. You’d been crying. Slowly, you placed the bag on the floor and looked up at him with a steely glare.

“Sweetheart,” Harry started toward you. “I’m so sor-“

“No!” You shouted, pushing him away from you harshly. His jaw dropped. “No, you don’t just give me a hug and apologise to me and assume everything will be okay!” Tears welled in your eyes and you wiped them away furiously. Harry was taken aback. “You can’t talk to me like that. You can’t treat me like that.” You sounded a lot more dejected now, resigned, tired. It was at this point Harry noticed the bags under your eyes. “You kept me up so late last night, and you knew I was working tonight.” He couldn’t stop the smirk creeping onto his face when he thought of what you’d been up to the night before. In a fit of pure rage, you threw the makeup bag in your hand at him. He dodged it.

“Okay! Okay, I’m sorry. It’s not funny. Carry on.”

“I just figured you needed some time away from me for a little bit. All of my stuff is here,” you explained, looking down at the bag you’d packed. “I can’t find my glasses, though, so if you see them can you-“ you were cut off by Harry snatching the bag from the floor and stalking back into his bedroom. “Harry!” You shrieked, following him. By the time you’d caught up, he had already taken out your toiletry bag and was unpacking it in the bathroom. His back was turned, but in the mirror you could see his expression. He looked angry, he looked hurt. Slowly, you came up behind him, placing a hand on his back. His fingers were trembling when he placed your toothbrush back beside his.

“Harry, talk to me,” you whispered, sensing something deeper was at play here.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, still turned away from you. “I didn’t- didn’t know what time it was. Shit’s been so bad lately. I really didn’t mean to lash out at you, darling.” You sighed. You wanted to forgive him, but he had lashed out so easily. Noticing your hesitation, he turned around to finally look at you. He looked pained. “Please don’t go,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I know I hurt you. You don’t have to forgive me, but please stay.” Honestly, you were shocked at you emotional he was. This man, this huge, tattooed, mysterious man with a gun strapped to his hip, was almost in tears over you.

“Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll stay.” Harry’s shoulders relaxed at this.

“Can I touch you?” He asked quietly. You nodded, a small smile creeping onto your lips. Instantly, you were swept up in a bone-crushing hug, feeling Harry’s face buried into your neck. He inhaled deeply, sounding a little shaky. You reached up to scratch his scalp in the way he loved, and heard him mumble an “I love you.”

You froze.

So did he.

“What?” You asked. Harry pulled away to look at you, a small smile making his dimples show. “Harry, what did you just say?”

“I said “I love you”,” he replied casually, in full confidence. His arms moved to hang around your hips. You could physically feel your heart fill with joy.

“I love you too,” you replied, leaning up to kiss him. He kissed you back feverishly, passionately. This kiss held every emotion you’d both felt for the past hour, it was tender and understanding. It connected you. Without you even realising, tears had begun to spill from your eyes. Harry pulled away quickly, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

“What’s wrong, darling?” You sniffled deeply.

“I’m sorry I shouted at you, and pushed you, and threw my makeup bag at you,” you whimpered. Harry giggled quietly.

“I deserved it, don’t be silly. Now, I believe I owe you dinner,”

“It’s 7am,”

“I cooked you dinner, so let’s have dinner for breakfast,”

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DOES ANYONE WANT A PART 2????? WHERE HE ~really~ MAKES UP FOR IT? 😏😏😏😏😏