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@staff this isn't twitter, fucking change back the layout PLEASE for crying out loud

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Diaboy Yandere Quiz Results

So if you haven't taken my "which one of the diabolik lovers boys would go yandere for you?" quiz, you might want to do that before reading the rest of this post. If you have taken the quiz and are curious as to what the other results are like but don't want to retake said quiz 14 times, then this post is for you! Below the cut are the yandere!diaboy x reader drabbles for every diaboy + Karl that I wrote for the quiz.

Quick warning: These drabbles feature dark content including themes of imprisonment, torture, blackmail and stalking.

Combined these results have a total word count of 3.4k :') If you enjoy them, let me know which one is your favourite!

Shuu

You’re crying again. You’re not being loud about it but from where you’re currently splayed half on top of him—the heat of you warming his bones in lieu of the fireplace he refuses to light—it would be impossible for him not to notice the faint trembling of your body and the growing wet patch on his shoulder. There isn’t any point in saying much when you’re like this, which is somewhat ironic when you’re the only person he’d even consider putting the effort in for. Instead he shifts slightly, moving his arm over you so you’re more securely held against him while the other slips out one of his earbuds and places it into your ear instead. He’s not stupid, he knew what dragging you to the other side of the world—far away from everything you’d ever known—would do to you, but if he’s honest with himself he’d do it again in a heartbeat. It was your own fault, in a way, for making him care, for making the fear when he saw the way Reiji looked at you sharp enough to cut through the numbness he’d lived with for so long. Yes, it was you who’d sought him out in the first place, so no matter how miserable you might be now, you only had yourself to blame.

Reiji

The tea in your cup is poisoned. You’re sure of it, even without the faint bitterness tainting the delicate aroma, you can tell from the look in Reiji’s eyes alone—you’ve seen it often enough. The question is what concoction he’s prepared for you this time; whether he’s decided he’d rather you be numb and pliant or feverish with want. Still, you do not break your composure, remaining the image of grace as you lift the cup to your mouth. The tight corset your captor has forced upon is not nearly as constricting as the way he watches you, his own cup left ignored on the table. Months ago you’d have scoffed at the idea of someone willing drinking poisoned tea, but now you are aware the consequences if you do not will be far worse than whatever toxins he’s prepared for you. He won’t kill you, you don’t think, not when the way he looks at you can only be described as obsessive. You used to think it came from his desire to mold you into his ideal of a perfect partner, but now you’re not so sure. Sometimes, when you catch him watching you while you’re supposed to be asleep, you wonder if just maybe he simply wants you. A pity for him then, that no matter how many restraints he binds you with or drugs he pours down your throat, you will ensure your heart remains forever out of his reach.

Ayato

Blood always tastes at its best when the person being drunk from enjoys it. It’s something Ayato figured out after the old bastard let them loose in the human world, the occasional sacrificial bride being ferried in to keep them from causing enough trouble to attract unwanted attention. But no blood has ever tasted as sweet as yours when you’re pinned down beneath him, whimpering in the ecstasy of having your lifeblood drained away and mixing with his. He draws away only briefly to take note of your expression, eyes screwed up with tears of pleasure brewing at the corners. You look amazing like this, even better than you had in the cute little cheerleading outfit you’d worn to school sports games, back before he’d had his first taste of you. You’d screamed the first time, your usual bright enthusiasm falling off your features as you’d realized what he was. And yet you’d still come to your practice the very next day, a brightly coloured band-aid on your neck to hide the marks. When he’d come back for a second bite, you’d only struggled a little—enough to keep things interesting, but not so much that you could fool him into thinking you were actually trying to get away. No, you want to be here, he’s certain of it, and he’s generous enough to keep you.

Kanato

You’re alone again today. Sitting perfectly still, empty bento box in your lap, eyes shut as you listen to a soft melodic tune through your headphones. You look lovely like this, the moonlight filtering through the window painting the planes of your face a silvery hue. It's only the fact you look so peaceful—almost like one of his wax dolls—that keeps Kanato from tearing your headphones away. He will, once he's had enough of watching you like this, and he knows from your previous encounters that the wide-eyed expression you’ll make is almost as good as the one you wear now. The still healing marks from his fangs peek out from the collar of your white school shirt and the corner of his lips twist. You’ve not told any of your schoolmates of any of your encounters, he’s certain of it from how closely he’s been watching you. If anything, you’ve isolated yourself even further than you already were, only briefly exchanging pleasantries in that barely there voice of yours he’s grown so fond of. The air stirs faintly, a gentle breeze through a cracked open window, and you open your eyes. The fear is immediate as you take in his face, close enough to yours that you should have been able to feel his breath—if he had any need to breathe. He does now, to take in the scent of your terror, and it is oh so very sweet.

Laito

Laito has broken so many mortal things, he’s long since lost count. He can’t even remember what all of them looked like, but he does remember the expressions on their faces in their final moments—fervent devotion, desperation and sometimes just pure madness. You, however, he’s had for months, and yet the light has yet to fade from your eyes despite his very best efforts. Sometimes you even look at him with pity—likely due to what you’ve put together of his history from the scraps of it scattered over the manor—though those days have grown less frequently since he made your move to his room a permanent affair. Now when you look at him, it’s mostly filled with a hatred that burns brighter than any emotion he’s ever had from his other lovers. It’s intoxicating, more so than even your blood. Laito’s not sure when exactly he stopped wanting anyone else to see it—or when he stopped wanting anything else for that matter. He thinks you feel the same way, that you’d like nothing more than to see him dead, enough that it keeps the spark inside of you burning bright. You’d confessed to believing in love once in the early days and he’d laughed at you for it. Even now the memory makes him scoff, for the love you spoke of that day could never possibly compare to this.

Subaru

You get the impression you’re being watched. It’s subtle at first, a small movement at the corner of your eye that vanishes as soon as you turn towards it. A faint prickle on the back of your neck every so often when you walk through the hallway. It doesn’t take long for things to escalate, until you can no longer shake the feeling of eyes on you almost everywhere you go. You think there’s something else going on too, the underclassman who you could have sworn had a crush on you now refuses to so much as look at you and he’d gone running like the devil himself was on his tail when you’d tried to approach him. Other people around you have started behaving weirdly too, a strange hush following you wherever you go, your fellow students going out of their way to avoid jostling you when you have move classrooms between lessons. There is one constant in all of this, and you’re starting to wonder if he might somehow be responsible for it. Subaru Sakamaki, despite the prestige of his father’s name, has the air of someone who’s had a difficult life. You’d decided to make an effort to be kind to him when you’d first noticed it, not necessarily going out of your way to hunt him down, but to grant him a little more patience and understanding than you might normally. He’s currently the only person who hasn’t started acting like you’ve contracted some horrible contagious disease, but you do catch him looking at you strangely sometimes. The moment he notices and immediately turns away are the few occasions you no longer feel watched. His expression in those moments is a bit like someone caught between wanting something but feeling conflicted over whether or not they should have it. And for some reason, the thought that he may eventually make up his mind fills you with nothing but dread.

Ruki

You’re being difficult again. It’s not that Ruki had believed you were past this stage—far from it in fact—but he had thought the punishment you’d received in your last session with him might have at least served as a temporary reminder to not push his limits again so soon. He knows the wounds have yet to properly heal from the faint trace of your blood that blossoms in the air whenever you move in a way that strains the skin of your back—and yet still you insist on running your mouth. Ruki regards you coldly for a moment. Back when he’d first met you, he might have mistaken the look on your face for defiance, but now he takes note of how brightly your eyes shine, the faint tremble of your lower lip. You’re lashing out because you’re afraid, like a cornered animal that hasn’t yet learnt not to bite the hand that feeds. He closes his book and places it to the side, not missing the way you try to hide your flinch as he stands up. There need to be consequences for this type of behaviour, there’s no point in putting this much effort into your training if not, but rather feeling annoyed, Ruki finds himself almost pleased at the prospect. For as much as your insolence grinds, there’s something about the way your tough façade breaks almost as soon as he gets started—and in the way you fall apart under his hands with the sting of antiseptic that follows. You cling to him sometimes, half delirious with pain, and it’s those moments he finds he savours the most.

Kou

Kou chuckles as you cling onto his arm, still unused to the heels he’d forced you into before you left the mansion. It’s honestly pretty cute, although not as cute as the way you keep glancing around anxiously, convinced that at any moment now his fans will appear around the corner and start baying for your blood. That same fear, however, is the only reason you’re here in the first place—his demand in return for not posting staged pictures of the two of you tangled together online. You’re actually doing pretty well all things considered, you even manage to flash him a wobbling smile when he tells you about the café he’s taking you to. Kou can’t quite decide what he likes most about about your little arrangement—that you’ve gotten good enough at acting that he can almost pretend you’re on a date with him because you want to be, or that the scent of your fear in the air tells him is doesn’t really matter because he has you right in the palm of his hand. 

Yuma

Yuma’s used to people being intimidated by him. If not for his stature, and it usually is, then the way he speaks is often enough to set those around him slightly on edge. Not you though. No, the first time you meet, you look him dead in the eye without a hint of any sort of fear in your face. It’s not a judging look either, more of an assessment, that you realize he is used to being one of the biggest people in the room but that will carry no weight with you. It feels more like a challenge than anything else, and he feels the tips of one of fangs peek out from where the corner of his lip curls into a smirk. You never show fear when you look at him in any of your subsequent meetings either, even when you really should—like now, when he’s keeping your hands secured above your head with only the sheer weight of him. You're not stupid enough to put up a real fight, not when you can already feel the strain on your bones from his grip, but you are stubborn. And the defiance in your face even when you’re pinned helplessly just makes your blood taste all the sweeter for it.

Azusa

It had been an accident, the first time you’d pushed him down the stairs. You’d been in a rush, running late to one of your classes, when you’d tripped over your own feet, the hand you threw out to steady yourself slamming into the back of someone you hadn’t realized was there. All you could do was watch with a look of horror as the figure lost their balance and fell right down the otherwise abandoned stairwell. Perhaps you should have registered there was something wrong then, when instead of crying or getting angry at you or having any sort of normal response to being shoved down a set of stairs, Azusa—as you’d later come to find out his name was—had simply sat up and stared up at you like you were some kind of god. The second time you’d pushed Azusa down the stairs was less of an accident. He hadn’t left you alone after the first unfortunate incident and no amount of apologizing or promises it wouldn’t happen again were enough to get rid of him. One day, he’d managed to corner you after the ring of the final bell, standing so close you could feel an eerie coldness emanating from his body, and you felt the final threads of your patience snap. In truth, you hadn’t registered how close you were to those wretched stairs—too focused on the primitive part of your brain that screamed to get away from the strange boy—and thus, the quick short shove you gave him was enough to send him tumbling a second time. You’d stood there, frozen, as he slowly sat up, a rivulet of blood trailing down his face from where he must have knocked his head on the way down. And yet the injury was not the most appalling part of the scene. No, that right was reserved for the look of pure adoration in his eyes, directed straight at you.

Carla

You’re too kind for your own good. It’s something Carla’s become painfully aware of over the months he’s known you. At first he’d believed you were simply frightened by him, acting on his wishes to avoid his wrath as so many others had done in the past. But he’s familiar with the scent of your fear now and it is not fear you feel when you check on him after hearing the Endzeit-induced coughs from his room or when you make dishes with cured ham for him after he let slip that he was fond of it. It is a weakness, he thinks, but one he could perhaps tolerate if simply reserved for him. It is not however, anyone who crosses your path is greeted with your good nature and it eats at Carla’s insides far more than the disease rotting his blood. He is the Founder King, he should be able to have what he wants. And he will have you, all of you, so that no one else ever will.

Shin

Shin knows you like him, at least, he’s nearly certain of it. Because despite the hell he’d put you through after you first met, you’d still ended up hanging around him. The once fear-filled look on face whenever you saw him slowly becoming resigned until, at some point, your gaze had started to turn heated. For Shin’s part, you’d only been a bit of idle amusement at first, someone to terrorize whenever the frustration of his and Carla’s situation got to be too much. Eventually, however, your interactions had gone from being a way to pass the time to something he looked forward to; a wolf anticipating a meal. It was the first time he’d noticed the look of want in your eyes that he’d started to feel the same. So then why? If you want him, why does he never quite feel like he has you? His initial conclusion had been that it was something to do with Carla, that you were trying to pull one over on him to cosy up to the Founder King. But no amount of stalking from you from the shadows or checking on your scent every time he saw you had revealed that anything was going on between the two of you. If anything, you actively avoid his brother—Shin’s only ever seen you in the same room together when he himself is present. Perhaps you’re still hung up on how your relationship started, some part of you yet to forgive him for all the things he did to you. Or maybe, you’re doing it on purpose. After all, you’ve seen enough of his wolf form to know that when something runs away, there’s always an instinctive drive to chase.

Kino

Kino makes it seem like a coincidence when he runs into you outside of the local games arcade. You have no need to know he’d seen your social media post featuring a photo of a popular new café, the one opposite the shop he’d lingered in, waiting to stage this particular encounter. He’s done it a couple of times now—pulling at the strings attached to you to arrange these chance meetings. A couple of months ago he could never have imagined putting this much effort into a single human, especially one who wasn’t the Vampire Lord’s chosen Eve, but now it's turned into a game of sorts—to what degree can he entangle you in this web before you start to notice. It’s going well so far, you think him a simple classmate who’s a regular in the area—you’ve even given him your ID for a couple of the games you have on your phone. Tonight’s looking to be a lot of fun too. In just a couple of minutes, the friend you’d been hanging out with will get a call from their mother who should have just received a selection of pictures showing her precious darling skipping the cram school she paid oh so much money for. The friend will likely get called home—a shame, Kino will say, with a smile on his lips, but there’s no reason he and you can’t still have some fun before the night is over.

Karlheinz

Under any other circumstances, the scene before you would have had you swooning. A meal not out of place in a Michelin star restaurant laid out beautifully before you on top of an intricately carved antique table with possibly the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on seated at the opposite end to you, swirling a glass full of a rich, red liquid. The view out of the floor to ceiling windows is spectacular, a sky full of stars and a view of the forest and various small towns far below. Except these are not other circumstances, and the man who sits, watching you carefully as you cut into your food is none other than the Vampire King himself—and you are quite certain that it’s not wine that sits in his cup. The view is no comfort either, not when you know you are looking out over the demon world, a place that you’re sure would be quite hostile to you if not for the protection of the man keeping you here. Not that you’d gotten any real chance to see it save for the view from the castle you hadn’t left once in the months since you’d arrived here. You tell if the complete lack of any sort of guard makes you feel better or worse, on one hand at least you’re not followed everywhere, but on the other hand, the fact Karlheinz is powerful enough to keep you here without them makes the odds of escape seem slim. 

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Against the World SO17 - Prologue

Pairings: Shohei Ohtani x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Shohei's journey started in high school. A place where the both of them found themselves thrusted into the spotlight without warning.

Word count: 2.8k

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Her friends told her that their relationship work was because how busy they are.

It’s because the both of them are really successful in their own respectful field. That the both of them are both really dedicated to their own craft and realized that time and effort is essential to keep improving themselves. That both love their works so much, making them both really busy and in the end-

Their relationship works because of that.

They met in high school.

Y/n likes to think that it’s fate, their meeting that is.

L/n Y/n was born from a Japanese mother and an American father. She doesn’t know much of her dad, considering he left her mom when he realized she was pregnant with his child. Y/n doesn’t really care. It’s not hard to forget a man that had never been in your life to begin with.

The same thing couldn’t be said to her mother.

After all, the woman had been heartbroken. She had given her heart, her young adult years, her dedication, for a man that decided that she’s not worth it. She had given him everything, only to be left with a child that he doesn’t want.

Maybe that’s the start of her resentment towards the man that had never been there. To see the woman that had raised and loved her staring longingly at the only picture that she has of the man. To see the woman closed her heart tightly. Never letting anyone to enter anymore.

To see the woman who had been so strong to raised her as a single mother in the midst of the Japanese society that had never looked her situation favorably.

Born and raised in Iwate, Japan, Y/n thought that she will grew up in this small city forever. She never really has an ambitious or big dreams to chase. From the start, she’s content with her life. A loving mother, a comfortable house, and friends to play with.

That is, until she was scouted as an idol during her first year of middle school.

If she must be honest, she had never really had an interest to become an idol. Nor had she put much thought when she said yes to the guy that scout her. It was a spur of a moment thing, where Y/n doesn’t really have much going on about her life.

The idol industry in Japan started young after all. Much younger than any other idol industries all around the world. She figured there’s no harm in trying and if in the end she doesn’t really like it, she can just quit considering that she still have her whole life before her.

She really didn’t expect the world of glitz and glamour. The kind of world that she’s not familiar with where she’s nothing more than an object to be idolized by someone. Where she has to put up a smile 24/7 on her face as she dance and sing in front of a crowd of people that really should be doing something better than obsessing a 13 year old girl.

Though alas, Y/n fell in love with the stage.

The bright light, the light that shone upon her, and the screams of adoring fans. The way her voice resonated across the air as she captured every pair of eyes, all of them focusing on her. All of them, putting all their attention to her.

For a girl that always craved love and validation all her life – an absentee father and a mother that is too busy - It really doesn’t take her long before she starts to love all of those. To start loving that aspect of being an idol and her life.

The stage is her first love. It’s something that will never fail to bring out a smile across her face. Something, that she could see doing years onwards.

But of course, life is not that perfect. What with her debuting under a small company amidst the already packed idol scene in Japan, it doesn’t take long for the company to put her into a hiatus. A hiatus is the fancy term, considering the company is basically trying to find an investor that’s crazy enough to invest their money on the not famous idol Y/n . 

And well, no one wants to.

Her latest album sales are less than 1000. The same thing could be said to her most recent fan meeting where almost no one showed up. Her company too realized the failing potential of her idol career, that’s why they’re putting her in the so-called hiatus. 

Her dorm room was taken too, considering how tight money is. Not wanting her to live on the company practice room or even the streets, Y/n was sent home back to Iwate.

Compared to Tokyo, Iwate is a quiet town. It’s the town where she was born and spent her childhood in and yet, it feels almost unfamiliar. She’s not used to the dark streets without the colorful billboards and various advertisements. She’s not used to the mountain scenery without any tall building disrupting her sight.

She’s not used to this. 

This uncertain future of hers. These signs that keep on showing. Showing her that it's time for her to give up on her hopeless dream. That there's no way she can succeed as a celebrity and capture the heart of many.

"I don't want to go to school," she had said to her mother, finger playing with the food in front of her. "So many people knows that I left Iwate for Tokyo to become an idol... if I went back now people will laugh at me."

"And what?" asked her mother, voice a bit firm. "Leave your education?"

Y/n went quiet at that.

She knows that her already doomed future will become more doomed if she choose to leave her higher education without a good reason. A university graduate could hardly get a decent job after all. What can a high school drop out do?

"You finish your school," said her mother again. "Finish high school at least. We can talk about university later."

The start of her high school life is bleaker than ever.

Her earliest memory is of her and her mother watching a baseball game late at night.

She remembered being excited, considering for the first time ever her mother had let her to stay up way passed her bedtime. Her mother had told her earlier, with a pretty and yet secretive smile, that she has something to show her.

Y/n is excited. Practically bouncing at her feet as she stared at the bright television screen in front of her. There’s a baseball game in front of her. Of the cheering crowds and the colors of the teams splattered across the screen.

“Y/n-chan,” breathed out her mother, also entranced as her arm wrapped around the younger’s smaller girl. “Baby, look,” she said as she pointed towards one of the man who was walking to the field, bat in hand. “That’s your dad.”

Dad, is a foreign concept for the young girl.

She had never met her dad before, and yet, her mother had told her countless of stories about the man. Y/n practically knows almost nothing about the man and yet at the same time, she knows everything to know about regarding the man.

The man on the screen has a small frown on his face as he went into his batting position. His mother let out an entranced gasp as the crowd started to grow wild when the pitcher too, went on about his pitching motion. And without further ado, the crowd went absolutely wild when the man hit off a homerun almost immediatelt.

“Oh my god!” yelled the older woman, practically hugging Y/n. “Oh my god!”

Y/n blinked. “What’s going on?” asked the girl, turning her head towards the older woman. “Is it a good thing?”

“It is baby!” exclaimed the woman as she smothered plenty of kisses on y/n’s face. “Your father had just won the world series!”

That was the first time she ever heard about the world series and her early introduction to baseball. At first, she was excited. After all, who won’t be after discovering that your father is a world famous baseball player? That your father is just someone so cool?

And then she realized why she never see her father.

Y/n was nine when she watched an interview that her father did. An interview that he did with his family. His family that’s not y/n and her mom.

She watched as the little girl around her age sat on her father’s lap, smiling widely with a pretty dress that y/n wished she could own. She watched as the woman besides her father laughed, hand looped around the man arm as the woman who’s definitely not her mom gave her father a small peck on his cheek.

She watched this picture perfect little family laughed and joke inside her screen.

It made her felt a bit empty. She had asked her mother countless of time why they never sees her father. Something that the older woman had never answered directly. It was always a “we’ll see him soon,” or “he’s a really busy man.”

Well, now she knows why she never sees her dad.

Her relationship with baseball grows a bit complicated at that.

To be precise, she really doesn’t have any personal vendetta towards the sport. Though, being reminded about your absent father every time she see the sport is an unpleasant feeling. To know that your father doesn’t care about you or your mom every time she sees someone playing baseball is something that she hates.

Growing up trying to avoid baseball in a country like Japan is a hard thing. Baseball is a national sport here so encountering the sport on a daily basis is not something uncommon.

Y/n hates it. She hates the fact that her father made her hates baseball. She hates the fact that her father cheats on his own wife. She hates the fact that her father doesn’t care about her or her mom. She hates the fact that baseball reminds her of her useless existence. That y/n is an unwanted child born out of wedlock.

She hates it so so much.

Though, as she stared at her new high school, she started to question many things.

“Why did I choose this school…” she muttered as she saw the large banner being displayed in front of the school building. A banner that’s congratulating the school baseball team on entering Koshien.

Turns out, her new high school, the Hanamaki Higashi High School, is a school famous for their baseball team.

Y/n really does have a rotten luck.

"Didn't you go to Tokyo to become famous?" asked the girl in front of her.

Y/n let out an awkward laugh. "I'm on a hiatus," she said. "I want to pursue my education first before continuing my career," continue the girl, lying boldly.

The girl laughed at that. "Well it's great to have you back!" she said. "Can't believe we have a celebrity on our midst!"

Said girl let out an awkward laugh at that. The opening ceremony had just began and there's countless of eyes on her. She should've been used to this, all the prodding and curious stare that's being directed towards her way.

And yet, she can't help but hate the feeling.

She could almost feel all the judging look and the raised eyebrow. She doesn't know how many of them would belief her lie of deciding to pursue her education over her career but she hates it nonetheless.

Y/n wants to hide.

She first met him as they were assigned to sit together.

Before then, she had known who Shohei Ohtani is, considering his hulking height. The teen had stood out like a sore thumb during the new student orientation, towering every single student. Ema, who is considered tall in a Japanese standard, had to crane her head up to see his face.

Besides that, Y/n too, had heard the whispers about him.

Apparently, Ohtani-san is a really good baseball player. Like, really good. During his middle school days, it seems that he had set some kind of record that made many famous baseballs school wants to recruit him. The reason why Ohtani-san chose their school? Who knows. All they know is that the baseball club head coach had jumped in joy when he realized the potential that Ohtani-san has. While of course their school too boast an amazing baseball program, it can’t be compared to those from a big city like Tokyo or Hokkaido. 

All in all, Y/n impression on his is that Ohtani-san is a really quiet guy.

While Ema is all about cheerful greetings and wide smile, Ohtani-san is all about prolonged silence and deep gaze. If the both of them are colors, Y/n would be a bright yellow while Ohtani-san will be a drab grey. Not too bright, and yet, he’s not that closed off from those around him.

Admittedly, they didn’t talk much. Y/n had tried to talk to him, several times in fact, but the answer had always been short and clipped. During class too, he had only ever passively followed along the lesson. Never tried to answer an open question or be the one to come in front to answer a problem.

The only time she had ever see him alive is when he’s playing baseball.

When the bell rings, Ohtani-san would be brightened considerably as he almost immediately shot past the door with his bag. Once, she had asked one of the baseball club members about it.

“He’s always been the first one on the field,” answer one of them. “And the last one to leave.”

Y/n hummed at that answer.

She had thought their relationship will always be like that. The amicable seatmates that don’t really talk much with each other but didn’t bother each other as well. That is, until the next seat rotation at the end of the semester. 

“Oh,” said Y/n, arriving at her designated seat. “Ohtani-san, we’re together again,” she said with a smile.

Ohtani-san looked up from his phone screen before he’s scrambling to hide it from her point of view. He looked a bit embarrassed at that. “L/n-san,” he answered after managing to gather his bearings for a bit. “Yes, um…”

He trailed off at that, seemingly unsure on what to response. Y/n doesn’t really mind as she took her seat. The girl gave the male a polite smile before she reached out for her bag, taking a fashion magazine that she had brought today.

There’s a casting for this clothing brand model… Maybe Y/n could try that?

“-San,”

Or maybe should she audition as a voice actor? But she thinks it will be hard to transition back to a singer if she does that.

“-n-san,”

She really doesn’t want to give up her dream to become a celebrity though. Should she try online auditions? Like in South Korea or-

“L/n-san,” called out Ohtani-san, catching her attention. They had been sitting silently for almost 10 minutes at this point, waiting for the morning bell to ring. Y/n never thought that the baseball player will strike up a conversation with her.

“Hm?” she answered with a smile on her face, a bit distracted, looking away from the magazine in front of her. “What’s up?”

He looks hesitant at first, opening and closing his mouth afterwards before he thrusted his phone towards her. It’s a recording of a baseball game.

“I… I was watching a game last night,” he started before pressing the video to play. In it, someone is doing the first pitch. “I was wondering if this was… really you?”

She stared at the phone screen in front of her. Dark eyes staring at the girl who’s doing the ceremonial first pitch with her long dark hair half hidden with the team’s cap.

It’s her. Y/n knows it’s her.

After all, that instance had been one of the highest peaks of her career. One of the baseball teams, the tigers, had asked her to throw the first pitch on one of their home games. Truthfully, considering her popularity, the only reason that she had gotten that gig was because the general manager of the team is her company’s ceo cousin. Back then, when it was her that’s going to throw the first pitch, no one knows who Suzuki Y/n was.

The cheers were minimal, but Y/n doesn’t really care. After all, it’s an honor for her to do that. 

No matter how her feeling is towards baseball – or, like, MLB – baseball is, the number one sport in Japan. For a failed celebrity like Y/n, to be able to throw the first pitch in one of the first-class team league in Japan is a sign of success.

Considering how much of a baseball geek Ohtani-san is, she really should’ve expected him to realize her job.

Answering him, she let out a large grin. “Yeah, it’s me,” she answered, leaning forward towards the desk. “Really cool right?”

Ohtani-san flushed before he nodded his head. “… Yeah,” he let out. “I didn’t know you’re… famous.”

“Not many knows that” she let out a chuckle. “I’m a bit of a failed idol, you know.”

The other teen furrowed his brows. “That can’t be it,” he said, tilting his head. “You did the first pitch for the Tigers.”

“Eh, it’s all about nepotism, Ohtani-san.”

He still doesn’t look unconvinced. 

“… I searched for your videos,” said the baseball player after a while. “Last night, to make sure that it’s really you.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow at that. “You did?”

Ohtani-san nodded his head. “Yeah,” he let out before showing his phone screen towards her. It was one of her music video. The most recent one actually. “And, um… you were amazing. I really thought that you’re a famous star when I watched you perform.”

That- that warms here. Unexpectedly.

"You do?" she asked.

"Yes," replied the male without missing a beat. "I thought that it's amazing that you can perform like that despite so many eyes staring at you! I- um, I'm a nervous person naturally... so I really won't know what I should do if I were on your position."

She had heard people praises her performance many times. That if only she didn’t debut under such a small company, she would’ve been a star in the industry. Usually, she would’ve responded those praises with her automatic smile. Thanking them for the praise before humbling herself down.

Usually, such praise won’t make her heart skipped a beat.

Maybe it’s the sincere look on his eyes, or how he sounds as If he’s utterly convinced at that statement. She doesn’t really know. All she knows that simple praise opens up the gate of friendship between the two of them.

“Thank you,” she said, letting out a huge smile. “That really means a lot.”

Ohtani-san let out a smile at that too.

"Though, don't you have many people watching your baseball games?" asked the girl.

The male's cheeks warmed a bit at that. "Uh- um... if it's during games I would be too focused at the game itself so I won't notice anything besides it."

"I see," said the female. “So, who’s your favorite player at the tigers cause I got a lot of autographs from them-“

After that, Ohtani-san became Ohtani-kun. And Ohtani-kun, became simply Shohei.

[wet-and-wedgied]

Spencer’s Spicy Salad

Spencer rolled up from underneath the customer’s truck as the clock struck the time for lunch. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, leaving behind a bit of grease and jumped up to his feet. Spencer was a tall young mechanic who had been left in charge of his boss’s shop for the day. A fit man college student with short curly brown hair, strong arms and defined chest he cut an figure even in his simple mechanic’s get up: a tight white shirt and a pair of well worn grey overalls.

He grabbed a rag and wiped off the excess grease off his hands as he popped into the break room, a tiny little alcove with a water cooler and mini-fridge, putting out the salad he had grabbed earlier before work. It was some kind of spicy Mexican salad he had seen on his feed at some local place and had decided to try it out. It was supposed to be really good for the digestive track and a delicious meal for those looking to stay fit.

Spencer propped his leg up and chowed down. It was way spicer than he had thought, the kale in it practically soaked in some creamy dressing that while delicious kept burning his tongue. Spencer kept refilling his water bottle and chugging the whole thing in order to cool off. Still it was delicious. And filling too. Spencer patted his full stomach satisfied as he tossed the bowl and finished up his lunch and went back to working in the truck.

Spencer was finishing tightened the last bolts in place underneath the truck and he felt his stomach flip. Still on the board on his back, he lifted a leg and ripped a hot fat fart.

PPOPPPFFFBBBRT!

Spencer laughed, patting his stomach as some pressure was lessened, and blew out two more farts

PPFFFERRT

BBRRTFFRRRT!

Spencer slid out from underneath the truck and was greeted with the rancid smell of his own ass. “Damn, I reck. But I really needed that!”

“Well I hope you got it all out of your system then,” said Spencer’s boss. Spencer looked up to see his boss, a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair, holding his nose and fanning the air.

“sir!” Spencer flushed, scrambling to his feet. “My bad. Sorry, I thought you said you’d be gone today.”

“I am, I am, just checking in is all. Making sure you haven’t burned down the place.”

“no sir—” PPfffpppertRRT!

Spencer covered his rear as another fart ripped out him. His stomachgurgled and flipped again. His boss increased his fanning. “Geez. Light a match in here and you just might. What did you eat, son?”

Spencer opened his mouth to respond but was waved off.

“Nevermind, is the truck ready, they should be coming to pick it up soon. I want to make sure you got this on your own, eh.” His boss smirk and tapped Spencer in the stomach and Spencer tense feeling his guts bubble and gurgle protest.

“no problem sir,” Spencer said.

“perfect, Ah look here they come now.”

Spencer turned to see a handsome man a few years older than Spencer with a bright smile and two twin teen boys glued to their phones coming in. “Hey, everything ready? We’re looking forward to going camping!” The truck owner said with high optimism. The two boys each rolled their eyes.

“You’re excited Uncle Daniel,” one of the boys groaned.

“Like a dork,” said the other. “You like being alone in the woods cause it doesn’t sound as bad as being alone in the real world.” The twins high-fived, neither looking up from their phones.

The truck owner— Daniel’s smile flattened but he push onward. “You two really don’t let up, huh. Sorry, is the truck ready? Then we’ll get out of your hair.”

“No worries,” Spencer’s boss said, “Spencer here will take care of you.”

“Right!” Spencer said offering a hand to Daniel. “Spencer. Sorry, you already know that. Um, yes, your truck is ready.”

“Wonderful that is great news.” Daniel took Spencer’s hand, giving it a firm handshake as their eyes.

“I really like camping,” Spencer blurted out. Daniel’s lips curled into a smooth grin.

“really? We’ll maybe we—“

“Ew, Uncle Daniel stop flirting with the mechanic dude,” whined one of the teens.

Spencer felt a flush on his cheeks— only for it to be replaced with a far more intense feeling in his stomach. Any butterflies he felt seemed to be carrying megaton warheads, dropping them in his intestines. An ominous gurgle went through him and Spencer clutched his abdomen. The pressure on his guts was intense. Fuuuck… he needed to shit.

“you okay?” Asked Daniel.

“yeah, yeah,” Spencer said hastily. “I just need you sign some paperwork and I’ll go grab your keys. Spencer hurried out of the garage and into the office, a series of small hot farts squeaking out of him as he went. He hurried over to the papers and

PPPPPFFFFBBBFFRRRTPPPBBBBT!!!

Spencer gasped as a massive fart erupted out of him as he bent to grab the clipboard sign the paperwork on it. He held his stomach. Fuck that spicy salad was messing with his guts. His stomach broiled like an Icelandic mud volcano. Spencer clinched his cheeks. Ahhh. Don’t think about mud volcanoes. He looked to the board where they hung the keys and then to down the hall where the bathroom was. He desperately wanted ti make a mad dash to the bathroom and absolutely destroy the toilet. But his boss and that hit uncle were waiting for him. He groaned. Shit. He could hold it for a few minutes. He grabbed the keys and speed walked back the garage. As he step through the door the water cookie gurgled and suddenly the pressure seemed to shift from. His rear, the pressure subsiding on his packed colon, but only to fall squarely onto his bladder. Spencer tensed as he paused in the garage, pressing his legs together as a lake of hot piss sloshed in his bladder, all those bottles of water lapping against the dam inside him. A dam that desperately wanted to burst.

“Spencer, you okay?”

Spencer looked up to see his boss and Daniel both looking at him. He gave them both a nervous smile.

“I-I’m fine.” Spencer said, and straightened. He forced his legs apart and focused on not pissing himself. He could hold it. He could hold it. He could hold it. Spencer repeated the thought in his head as he half walked half shuffle over to Daniel. “Here you go— Ahh!” A leak squirted out of Spencer, dribbles of hot piss splashing into his soft boxers. Spencer bent, his knees pressed together. He held back a whimper as he bounced from foot to foot, his bladder aching. Oh man he didn’t have drunk so much water.

“Are you sure you are okay dude?” Daniel asked.

“He looks like he is doing the pee dance,” snickered one of Daniel’s nephews.

Another leak squirted out of Spencer at the sound of the word ‘pee’. “Ahh!” Spencer cried out as he gave in and wedged his hand between his crotch, desperately holding onto his crotch. Spencer bit his lip and held the truck key’s for Daniel to take, but he was frozen in place.

PPpFfrtt

Spencer gasped as he farted, hot and stenching. His stomach gurgled and he temporarily lost his control on his bladder. Hot piss sprayed out of his cock and into his boxers.

“nNoooOO—Ahh!” Spencer cried out and moaned as he tried and failed to regain control. The dam gates had opened and now the flood came bursting through! Spencer stood frozen as his body let go and he began soaking his boxers, peeing his pants, a dark wet patch blooming at the crotch of his overalls and then spread fast as rivulets of urine ran down his legs and soaked through the fabric. Spencer’s eyes fluttered as he pee, flooding his overalls, sending hot push gushing through the material and over his hand, still desperately gripping his leaking crotch even as Spencer formed a puddle beneath him.

PSsssssSSHH

“oh man! The mechanic is pissing his pants!” Said on the of nephews.

“Dude is soaking them too!” Said the other, holding up his phone to record.

Spencer was helpless as his bladder emptied itself in his boxers and overalls. But that wasn’t the worse part. As his bladder gushed out, his stomach gurgle and shit that had filled him slammed against his rear. His guys bubbled and Spencer knew he wasn’t able to keep control over his bowels.

PPFFFFBBRRT

PPBBBBRFFFFERRTTT

BBBTRRFFF

Spencer bent as he was hit with a series of wet “oh no!” Spencer dropped the keys in Daniel’s hand and turned trying the run back inside, but only made it a few steps before a massive cramp bent him over.

PPPRRRRBFFFF!!!

“Come on, no, no, no,” Spencer said panicking as he fumbled with the clasp on his overalls. If he could at least get out of them, but the clasp was stuck and then it was too late. “No-AaggAAAHHH!”

Spencer moaned as he lost complete control of his bowels, a torrent of hot diarrhea exploding into his already soaked boxers and overalls. It was a volcanic mudslide, thick and soft as it blasted out of him. A massive bugle was instantly forming in his overalls, staining the back as he had the front.

BLLKOOPOOOPPPPFFFT

SPLKTPPPFFFFT

“oh my god!” Spencer’s boss cover his nose as Spencer relentless farted as wave after wave of hot recking shit erupted out of him . The liquid shit overflowed his boxers as he emptied his bowls, diarrhea slide down his legs and splattering against the garage floor. Spencer was helpless as he evacuated the hot muddy brown sewage.

PLSSPPOFFFRRT

PPBBBRRTTPPFFFTSSSTK

Spencer, defeated as another wave hit him, feel to his knees, landing in puddle of his own piss as more diarrhea filled his overalls. The foul stench filled the entirety of the garage, as Spencer could only sit in his disgrace.

“oh man,” snicker one of the twins. “This is going to get a shitload of views!”

Spencer groaned as a final fart marked the end of him shitting and soiling himself. He was never trying spicy salad again

[yeeehwa]

One Step at a Time {1}

Idol!Hongjoong x fem!reader

wc: 3,344

summary: you always let your work speak for you, never taking the spotlight, or even let people know your name. everything changed once the comfort of anonymity gets pulled from you.

warnings: cursing, not edited (let me know if I missed anything)

a/n: here’s the first installment of One Step at a Time! Im super happy with this and of the ideas that started processing as I worked on this more and more! I hope you enjoy as much as I do

Feedback is always appreciated

Prologue | chapter 2

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Your eyes scrunched as your phone ringed on the table beside you. The light it broadcast being the only thing to illuminate the early morning. You turned your back to the sound and light, snuggling deeper into bed and sighing in relief when it stopped. Just for it to start again.

“What the hell” you muttered to yourself before grabbing the annoying device. You pulled the charger out of the bottom of your phone as you answered, eyes scrunched at the brightness it emulated.

You put your phone on speaker and laid it down by your head. “What” you groaned into the phone.

An exasperated sigh left the voice on the other line. “Don’t what me. Check the news.” Haewon all but snapped back at you. She sounded awake for it being so early.

You sat up, immediately alert. “Why am I checking the news at” you press your phone to check the time. “8am on a Saturday? It’s an ungodly hour. Let me sleep.”

“Your face is on it” She deadpanned.

You felt the color drain from your face. Quickly, you searched your bedsheets for the remote that decided to hide itself at the times you wanted it most. You found it, hands shaking as you hit the power button.

“The creator of the luxury brand, Luxe, was discovered last night at the Baeksang Arts Awards. After years of nothing more than being a mysterious figure, now has a face and name to them-“ you groaned as the screen flashed your name and face across the screen. The phone slipped from your hand as you shoved your face into one of your pillows and screamed.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to blacklist her now?” You muted the TV as soon as Soomins image came onto the screen, captions letting you know that she told Dispatch everything.

“She broke the contract too. We could sue her.” Haewon sounds utterly gleeful when pointing that out.

“No. No. I don’t want to do that.” You sigh and rub the last of the tiredness from your eyes. “Call a meeting. Make sure to call Seokhoon. I know he can help.”

“Are you sure you wa-“

“Yes.” You cut her off. “He’s the only one who knows her enough to try to calm this down. Call Minjun too.”

You knew her well enough to know that she grimaced and rolled her eyes at your demands. She decided to ignore them, knowing you were stressed. “He was top of my list. I’ll see you at 10.” The line went dead.

You sat there for a moment before flinging yourself back. Staring at the ceiling and contemplating how different your life will be now.

You’ll never have privacy again. So many people can come knocking down your door so they can work with you. Friends who have no idea about your career will look at you differently, start asking for things. You’re not sure how you’ll handle that. People in your life looking at you to elevate their status more. Your future looked bleak in your eyes, and you started to dread this meeting. You rubbed at your face again before sitting up.

Nothing is going to change. You tried to reassure yourself. Everything will be fine. An idol will have a scandal and this will all be forgotten. You weren’t sure if you were hopeful of that or dreading it.

Your feet hit the cold tile, arms raising in the air as you stretched out your arms and back from a restless night's sleep. You never slept much anyway, but with being woken up so early and the weight of everything bearing down on you, you got even less than usual.

Coffee you repeated to yourself as you made your way to the kitchen. Flipping on your coffee pot and digging around in your fridge for some fruit, you leaned against the counter, the overwhelming smell of coffee filling your nose and making you momentarily forget your woes.

A small mewl was heard from the doorway, and a small white fluff ball pranced into the kitchen, the smell of coffee and the sound of you being awake alerting your poor cat that it was, in his mind, breakfast time.

“Muffin,” you cooed to him, leaning down to scratch his chin. “How’s my handsome boy doing?” He meowed back, looking at you with wide eyes. Muffin, like yourself, was a creature of habit. He smelled the coffee and knew it was feeding time. You giggled as he meowed at you again, this time a little more aggressively as he pawed at your hand.

A small chuckle escaped you as you shook your head. “Yes you little gremlin. I’ll feed you.” You did so, and was met with mewls of happiness and contentment, and then left in almost silence. Muffin eating being the only noise being made.

Coffee finished, and you grabbed your favorite mug from the cabinet above you. 1 sugar and the smallest amount of cream,just to give it a little flavor. Perfect. Leaning against the counter, you held the cup to your lips, letting the dark liquid soothe you for the moment.

The sound of your phone ringing broke the silence, making you that much more anxious about the upcoming meeting. Haewons name flashed on the screen.

“Yes?”

“Everyone has been called, texted or emailed. I told them coming was not optional and that we’ll see them at 10. I got quite a few questioning texts and almost all of them cursed me at least once.” She was so nonchalant about it, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you Hae.” You checked the time, eyes bugged when you realized it was already 9:30. “I’ll see you in an hour.” You hung up.

After almost tripping over Muffin and throwing your coffee into a travel mug, you were dressed and ready to go. At least, you hoped you were.

Donning your favorite pair of navy blue and white striped bottoms with a matching blue wrap-around top with a neat bow tied at your hip. A silver chain belt with a long strand of it falling down the side of your leg, matching rings and earrings, and a wide brimmed hat, you looked yourself over in the mirror, making sure every detail looked perfect. You were nervous, and you needed to make sure that you looked collected and put together. You knew Minjun was going to suggest you make a press appearance. You grimaced at the thought.

After checking yourself over one last time, you grabbed your bag, a mask, slipped your shoes on. You walked out the door before turning around, forgetting the most important thing. Coffee. After grabbing it, you finally made it out into the beautiful autumn air.

Walking down the streets of Seoul reminded you of where you lived before moving to Korea. The city with buildings that touched the sky and streets that were busy but there was still a routine to it. Every day that you walked to work, you would be by the same few people who left your apartment building at the same time. You’ve never said anything to them, but the familiarity comforted you. Not seeing them today as you left made you feel strange, and left a bad feeling in your gut. You took a small sip of your coffee, feeling it help calm you a bit.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you sighed, reaching for it. A text message from Haewon, followed by some from Minjun. Then an Instagram notification from your personal account, followed by an absolute explosion of like and comment notifications from your brand's account.

Confused, you don’t remember having anything to announce or queued up to post, you logged into the Luxe account. There, a black background with a lopsided A with a crescent shape behind it in white. You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, just staring at the symbol. The words coming soon sat in the caption.

“What the fuck!?” You muttered to yourself, staring at the screen. The likes and comments that came flooding in in so many languages made your head spin. You squinted at your phone and tried to start reading some of the comments when you felt something careen into your back, causing you to momentarily lose your balance.

You took a step forward to balance yourself, and you felt a hand clasp around your wrist, assuming to be steadying you as well.

“Shit. I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” You looked up at the wrecking ball of a man who had just ran into you. The already cooled coffee spilt out of the little opening of your cup, onto the concrete and all over your hand.

He wore a blue and white plaid shirt. Ralph Lauren you noted. A Balmain shirt peeked out from underneath. Okay. Balmain. Interesting. A black bucket hat that hid most of his hair, but you saw small tufts of blue hair sticking out. Ripped black jeans and a pair of converse on his feet with a messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

“You made me spill my coffee.” You bluntly said to him. The abstract splatter started to stain the concrete. You shook your hand out, shaking away some of the liquid. You pulled yourself away from him and straightened yourself out. He started digging in his bag for something, and you felt some napkins land in your hand.

“I always carry some on me,” he said. You saw his ears turn a little red as he brought a hand up to the back of his neck. “I have clumsy friends.”

You looked at him, unamused, as your phone kept going off. Accepting the napkins with a small head nod, you wiped your hands off.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded. “I’m fine.” You guestured to him with you handful of soggy napkins. “Thanks for these.”

“Right.” The silence between you became awkward. “Sorry again. I’ll buy you a replacement if you’d like?”

“Oh. Um.” You weren’t sure what to make of his offer. “I’m very particular about my coffee. I’m also in a rush.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry again.” He bowed to you, ears bright red and quickly walked around you, turning the corner and vanished from your sight.

You watched his retreating back in confusion, before shaking yourself out of it and started towards your office again, faster and more determined than before. Each step you took made you more and more furious over whatever stunt your team just pulled in the middle of your own personal crisis.

***

“She’s going to be so mad at you.” Haewon paced in front of the floor to ceiling windows that looked down on the fashion district of Seoul. Her heels clicking on the tile floor each step she took. Nervously, she switched between biting the tips of her chestnut colored hair to running her fingers through it.

Minjun sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose under his glasses. “I know. But it’ll make her stop stressing for the moment and give her and the media something else to focus on for the time being.” He picked up his phone to show his older sister. “Look. All the likes and comments flooding in. The fans are excited! Luxe hasn’t worked with a group of people before! It’s always been one on one! And with them, you know they’ll want every moment documented! Especially this time of year.” Minjun got more and more passionate as he spoke, almost to the point of yelling.

Haewon stopped her pacing and looked at him. “Look. I understand that. But you should’ve at least discussed this with her first! I know it was a very sudden thing, and something that you got literally as soon as you called and made the offer. But. Eight men? With a short deadline? And they want to document it? I thought the point was to get her face out of the media, not in it more!” She sat herself in her chair, to the right of the head of the table. “You know how she gets. She won’t sleep until she gets it done.” Haewon leaned on the table and rested her face in her hands, pushing her bangs off her forehead. “This is going to be bad. I can feel it.”

“We just don’t tell her that it’ll be documented and write it into the contract that they keep her face blurred. Like she’s staff. It’ll be easy.”

Haewon laughed and slid her chair back to the window, on the lookout for you. She decided to ignore her brother. Her eyes widened as she saw your silhouette stalking towards the door of the building. She saw you give a nod to the doorman as he checked your pass and let you in.

“Uh oh.” She smirked a bit. “She’s mad. Like. Mad mad. You are so fucked.” She couldn’t deny that she was excited about watching you absolutely destroy her brother.

“MINJUN!” They heard you yell from where you exited the elevator. Minjun swallowed nervously as he realized how upset you actually were.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” The meeting room door slammed open, revealing your flushed features and hardened eyes. You smaller your coffee mug onto the table, making the last few drops spill out of it. Unceremoniously, your purse dropped to the floor as you turned to glare at your PR rep.

Minjun swallowed again and started stuttering out his excuse. “People are excited! They’re not talking about you being exposed anymore!” Minjun shoved his phone in your face, as you seethed at him.

Sighing, you walked over to your chair and slumped down, your body deflating as you processed his words. You rubbed your forehead, a sudden headache blooming behind your eyes. “I don’t care Minjun. You should’ve talked about this with me first. I-“

The door swung open again and in walked in Seokhoon. He ran a hand through his long hair and shook it out. You heard Haewon swoon as she studied him.

You shook your head at the love-struck girl and stood up, greeting him with a respectful bow of your head. “Seokhoon. Thank you for meeting with us.” You shot a look over your shoulder at the pair in the room behind you. “We seem to be in a situation.”

His eyes roamed the room over your shoulder, and when they landed on Haewon, he smiled. “So I heard. Why do you need my help?”

“You dated Soomin.” Grumbled Haewon. She crossed her arms and pouted slightly as Seokhoon made his way towards her. He took her chin in his hand and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. You saw her melt at his touch. “You know how to calm her down.”

He smiled down at her again and ran his hand through her hair. “She likes attention. Either get the media to talk about her or get someone more famous than her to ‘sweep her off her feet.’” He scrunched his nose at that last statement. “That’s why she did this in the first place. She wanted attention since she knew she wasn’t going to win tonight, and her show was a flop.”

You grimaced. “So she decided to drag me into this too?”

“She’s mad at you for working with me, and because I fell for Hae.” He and Haewon made eye contact and you can tell that they went into their own world for a moment. You heard Minjun gag in the background, which caused the couple to come back to reality.

Seokhoon turned to you and pulled out his phone. “I saw the Luxe post. Working with Ateez is a good move. Soomin has been after one of the members for the longest time. If you can get them together, she’ll leave you alone, and dispatch will have other things to talk about.” He leaned back in his chair and shoved his hands into the pocket of his leather jacket. “It’s simple. Give her the attention she wants.” He shrugged.

You threw your hands up in frustration. “I’m a fashion designer, not a matchmaker!” You started pacing in the same spot Haewon had when waiting for you. “I didn’t even agree to this collaboration in the first place.”

“Well,” he started, pushing himself up off his chair. “You better get on board fast. Ateez are big and can get your face out of the media. To a lot of people, it could be the collab of the century.” He winked at you as he reached for the door handle. “Make me proud.”

You rolled your eyes at his back as he walked out. Haewon followed closely behind him, sparing a glance at you, asking permission to leave. You nodded and she called out for him to wait. The door closed and you were left in an uncomfortable silence.

Sitting there made you think about everything that could go wrong and you started convincing yourself that it wouldn’t work, and that no matter what, you’ll be followed and used.

“Hey,” Minjun rested his hand on top of yours. The contact helped ground you for the moment. You looked at him. “He’s right, you know. Your face may still be there for a bit, but once the designs come out, all this will be in the past.”

You groaned. “How soon can you get me a meeting with them?” Your voice sounded muffled as you took your hat off and laid face down on the table.

“I can get you with them by the end of the week.” He pulled out his phone and started sending emails. “You’re taking this better than I thought you would.” He paused, reading something. “I want you to do a press conference too. Address what Soomin has done and said about you and our brand.” He said it so casually. Like he was talking about the weather.

You groaned into the table. “You know there was a reason I wanted to stay anonymous. I hate having all the attention on me.”

“Yes yes. I know. But it’s inevitable. Pick your head up. It’s not the end of the world.” You heard his phone ding and him type more out. “When do you want the meeting with Ateez, and the press conference?”

You groaned again. “The sooner the better.” Sighing in resignation, waving your hand at him, dismissing him. You heard him roll his chair back and get up, and finally the door shutting behind him.

Minjun paused by the door, hand on the knob. “You’ll do great y/n. If Haewon and I both love you, the media will too.” He sent you a reassuring smile, even though your head was still buried in your arms, and left, softly closing the door behind him.

After hearing the click of the door being closed, you took a moment to yourself, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself down a bit and process what has happened in the last 24 hours.

You stood up, deciding to stop wallowing in your own self pity, and to do what you normally do when you work with a new client. You were going to go home and do some research. You snatched your hat, and walked by Minjun in the hall, talking endlessly into his phone. You nodded at him and headed down to the lobby.

You exited the building, not realizing there was a crowd of people lined up at the front of the building. Walking out, you were assaulted by flashing lights and people yelling your name and rapid fire questions at you to get your attention. You froze, and the feeling of Minjun coming up behind you, resting a hand at the small of your back made you shield your face as he made a path through the sea of dispatch, to the waiting black van. Once you were safely in, he climbed in behind you and slammed the door.

Your life as you know it, is about to change

[iiiiiiis-things]

"infernal hell"

pairing: Vox x femblack!reader

cw: valentino (tried to tone him down here), cursing, bitchiness, slight nswf, lmk if i missed anything .

blurb: how you died and climbed you way to the top with the vees & your relationship with vox .

a/n: hey .. 😗 look yall i js- school has been- man look js buy my lip gloss yall . the color in my writing is js to add a little pop to the story & i didn't color code everything, but in the flashbacks everything in red are either related to or ARE the lyrics (click if ydk what im talking about)

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"yes darling, more-"

*SNAP*

"you're making me SO horny right now"

*SNAP*

"arch your back just a tad more baby"

*SNAP* *SNAP*

"YES !! eat those bitches up for breakfast, lunch AND dinner !!"

*SNAP*

Valentino continues to feed into your already enormous ego with his encouraging words, following his instructions you arch your back just a tad more against the soft, white, silky sheets beneath you. you were at a photoshoot, obviously- and all the flashing cameras and bright lights? oh yeah, definitely your scene. The way that as soon as you stepped inside the studio, you stole everyones attention as their eyes were specifically on you, from melting your lace, to putting on a soft glam, and even getting dressed everyone was waiting for you !! the star of the show. you were modeling for Valentino's new lingerie line for his limited edition valentine's day collection collab with velvette that was coming out in just two weeks from now. now originally- you weren't even supposed to be the one advertised, you decided to take the place of your friend so he doesn't have to deal with all the bullshit that val puts him through. it only took a little convincing pink looks ten times better on brown.

you sit up and straddle the bed and grab your tits softly toying with them through the bra as your robe falls off of your left shoulder. "oh yeah babe that's the stuff, don't be scared to pop a tit!!" moving around into a more lewd pose you lie flat on your back and spread your legs wide open while grabbing the back of your ankles, the lacey baby pink panties on display for the multitude of cameras that were being operated by Val to zoom in on, causing your boyfriend, Vox, who has been standing next to him this whole time (visibly irritated), screen glitch out for just a spilt second while letting out a groan in anger.

"alright that's enough!! you've gotten enough pics asshole now can we please wrap this up ??" Vox eyes grows and shrinks in size as he lets out his frustrations "babe we're only 3 hours in.." you're now sitting up cross cross with your hands filed over your chest. val leans into him in a teasing manner "awww cmon, just a few more?? I'll even save the most explicit ones for you voxy poo-" "stop calling me that." Vox immediately shuts down the nickname and quickly walks up to the platform, "can we talk?.." he takes a quick moment to look around "alone?" his eyes are narrow and his eyebrows are furrowed, which lowkey worried you and although you weren't exactly ready to take a break just yet, the way Vox looks at you is agonizing- saying there's something he needs to get off his chest, and knowing vox- it would remain on his chest until he could tell you the problem, in private letting out a small sigh you give in. "fine" quickly hopping off the surprisingly comfortable bed you yell out "sorry Val- everyone take 30!!"

everyone starts to scurry around including valentino who lets out a few curses in spanish under his breath. now on your feet Vox takes the leads as the two of you stroll through the halls to your dressing room. He opens the door and waits for you to come inside, after walking in he closes the door behind you, you sit down in your dressing chair touching up your lip liner "so? what's the problem?" "babe, I love you, I really do and i know how much you want to help that slu- i mean- your friend who is an actual sinner with feelings, i'm trying to support you- but i don't like the idea of you in lingerie on hundreds of bill boards, magazines, and god knows what else val might think of to make money." as he continues to rant he paces around your trailer with his hands on his head, obviously upset.

"I told you, this is only a one time thing" you understood why vox was upset. he's a man who doesn't like to share. "I just need you to trust me" after fixing your edges you set the comb down, standing from your chair, walking over to him wrapping your hands around his neck as his hands slides down your waist and down to your thigh, lightly stroking it "it's not you i don't trust" his hands trails back upwards lifting your robe to settle on your ass "it's him" squeezing a nice handful of it, he brings your body closer to his "babe- we've been over this.. Val wouldn't voluntarily do anything to hurt me or make me uncomfortable and we both know this ." he sighs and you rest a hand on his chest "Besides i think i look pretty good in this" Vox let's out a frustrating groan, leaning his head (screen 💀) into the crook of your neck "which is exactly why I don't want the world to see you, you're mine and mine only" oh how you loved it when he got possessive like this . you couldn't help yourself but to laugh at him, he lifts his head looking at you in confusion "what's funny ?" "you're hot when you get possessive" before he could respond there was loud banging on the door

"fav !! you in there ?! i've got food !!"

you were a popular bitch. hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus you were rich and it was towards the end of your senior year, the time where some people was stressing over finals, college, prom. while others was just ready to leave this shit hole . today was a game day so you were obligated to wear your cheer uniform alongside your brand new kurk geiger purse you had just used your daddy's card to purchase not to long ago. your fresh braids, that were pulled into a high ponytail, with a white ribbon tied into a neat and perfect bow, swung from side to side as you held your binder close to your chest and made your way down the hallway to the small crowd that was forming. stopping infront of the group you look around until you make eye contact with velvette, each of you on the opposite side of the room, the two of you make the tacit decision to go around the crowd and meet up

"hey babe, what's going on?" you questioned her as she typed away on her phone. before she answers your question she holds out her phone infront of the two of you "selfie!" you make a quick cute pose as she snaps the pic and clicks to check it

"ugh cuteee this is definitely going on my main . anywaysss Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck and everyone's depicting her as some type of female heroine" she continued typing on her phone, most likely posting the picture the two of you had just taken. you grew upset as everyone was being overly chatty with this 'jenna' bitch, leaving you with no attention (making you feel slightly insecure) "the fuck? why is everyone being so sympathetic? we have other things to worry about like prom" velvette looks at you and laughs "fav, seriously, relax we both know you got this in the bag" she nudges your shoulder, giving a knowing smile. and this ? this is exactly why she was your favorite. she knew you- the real you, not the persona you displayed for everyone. hell she knew you better then your own boyfriend did. the binder that you held close to your chest is now in vel arms as you begin making your way to the girl in the wheelchair, you didn't have to push anyone out the way to get to her, because the crowd made a clear path just for you .

"hey! jenna right ??" you speak in a fake nice tone eyes blown wide and a huge grin on your face . "oh um actually it's julie" the girl was obviously shy, her rosy cheeks became a shade darker, your presence slightly intimidating her, "shit im sorry, im y/-" "y/n. i know we take computer science together" you started at her for a moment as she had spoken with attitude, 'who the fuck is she talking to?' you think staring at her with your mouth open tryna to figure how to respond with out coming off as mean, after all- you still had a reputation to maintain

"i'm sorry that was rude" jenna apologizes, pushing her thick, black, glasses back up her face "no- no it's on me !! i guess i just never noticed you before" "we were partners once..." she had managed to gag you once again and you were starting to get irritated because this amputated bitch was making you look bad in front of damn near the whole school; seriously who even was she ?! standing with your mouth open, you scratch the skin between your lip and nose, letting out a fake laugh "god i'm so sorry you know with everything going on-" you look down digging into your expensive purse looking for a writing utensil "cheer, finals, prom- i've just been so swamped" pulling out a marker you bite off the cap "and for that-" you kneel down infront of her wheel chair, still speaking with the cap between you teeth, you gently grab her casted arm and look up into her eyes "i sincerely apologize" looking back down you sign your known nickname (so she could feel some sense of comfort with you) in big cursive letters taking up almost the whole space on the front . julie had a big smile plastered on her face, happy that some one as popular as you had been the first one to sign their name on her cast . quickly getting up you walk away meeting back up with vel and hearing in the commotion behind you everyone asking to sign her cast right next to your signature.

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Lavender Buds (Carol Peletier x Fem!Reader)

summary: carol deserves to relax, and you make that happen

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD!!!! MDNI OR ELSE

note: baby's first smut fic. this was fully intended to be a drabble but i got too carried away with everything. anyways pls be nice i actually don't know what i'm talking about ever

WC: 1.3k

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Walking out toward your kitchen, you could barely keep your eyes open. It had to have been around 2am, the moonlight brightly shining through the windows being your only light in the house. Slowly making your way over, your eyes caught sight of the amber light shining in your living room. Making your way towards it, you were surprised to see Carol on the couch. 

Papers were scattered all over the small coffee table and her lap. She was absorbed in her work, not even noticing you had walked in. Sneaking up behind her, your arms snaked around her neck, pulling her into a warm hug. 

Her hand creeped up to hold your arm in place, her face being painted with a tired but bright smile. Moving your head, you started to kiss her cheek. Planting multiple kisses, the more you kissed the more your head trailed down. Moving an arm from her neck, you brought up a hand and moved some of her hair away from her neck. Giving you more surface area to kiss. 

She needed to relax, she felt so tense, and you couldn’t just sit by and watch her like that. 

Getting a gentle hum from Carol, she continued to look down at the papers. Grabbing her shoulders, you started to rub them slowly. “Put the papers away, just relax,” a groan escaped her lips, she tried to protest. But you were quick to stop her, “No, put them away. You deserve rest.” Silently nodding, she organized the papers and set them away, your hands still on her shoulders. 

Smiling, you leaned down and kissed her neck again. This time you gently rubbed her shoulders while you did it. As your hands worked, happy hums left Carol’s lips. Her body started to relax, and you could feel her loosen. 

“Feels good?” you whispered in her ear. Carol nodded a slow ‘yes’, earning a quiet laugh from you as you kissed her neck more. Pausing rubbing her shoulders, your hands trailed to the front of her shirt. Luckily, today she had decided to wear a button up, making what you wanted to do easier. 

Unbuttoning some of the top buttons, you pulled on the collar to expose her shoulder. Starting again at her neck, the kisses trailed down to her shoulder. They were delicate, loving pecks. As you kissed, one hand grazed her arm while the other rubbed her shoulder continuously. The noises coming out of her egged you on more, groans and hums letting you know she was enjoying the whole ordeal. 

“You have some magic hands, you know that?” Carol’s words caught you off guard but gave you confidence. “Magic huh? Want to see how magic they can be?” 

“Of course,” Carol stated, a small laugh following shortly after. Placing one last kiss on her shoulder, you separated from her to move to stand in front of her. As you stood, she was quick to pull you onto her lap, causing you to straddle her. Giggling to yourself, your hands found her waist as hers found your ass. 

Settling your weight onto her, the both of you smiled sweetly before you pulled her into a passionate kiss. As the kiss continued, her grip on you tightened, causing you to gasp. Taking the opportunity, she slipped her tongue into your mouth. 

As the kiss got messier and more heated, your fingers latched onto the untouched buttons of her shirt. Working fast, the rest of the buttons were undone, and the shirt was quickly shed. Leaving Carol in just her bra and pants. 

Her grip on you didn’t lessen, if anything it got tighter, for sure leaving marks. Pulling away from the kiss for air, Carol caught her breath before speaking up. “I love your ass,” she whispered as she smacked it softly. Getting a giggle out of you, your hands moved up her body. “And I love your boobs,” you whispered back, placing your hands on her covered breasts. Squeezing them softly she whimpered a bit, getting her more desperate for your touch. 

“Think we can get rid of this?” you mumbled, running your finger under her bra strap. Taking in a breath, she mustered out a quiet “Please,” causing you to get to work to get it off. 

When it was successfully off, you wasted no time putting your hands right back where they were before. This time, you could feel her hard nipples against your palm. “What do you want, my girl?” As you spoke you gently moved your hands to keep the stimulation going. “Your mouth, please,” her voice sounded breathless, but so desperate. 

“That’ll do,” kissing her cheek, you quickly let the kisses fall to her chest. Not hesitating to latch your mouth onto one of her nipples, your hand playing with the other one. Matching movements, you could feel Carol’s back arch under you. “Oh fuck,” you could feel her hand creep up behind your head to hold you there as she spoke. Your tongue swirled around her nipple, getting faster and faster, switching every once in a while, so the other nipple wouldn’t feel left out. 

After a few minutes of doing that, you pulled away from her chest, eager to move on. And you can tell she was eager too. Capturing her lips in a hot kiss, your hands were fast finding the buckle of her belt. Undoing it fast, the belt landed on the floor as you took it off of her. Her pants followed soon after, leaving her in only her underwear now. 

Pulling away from her, one of your hands made its way to feel her down there. She was soaking, so much so you could clearly feel it through her underwear. “Someone’s excited hm?” Carol playfully rolled her eyes and grabbed your wrist, “Quit your teasing, just touch me.” She had to have been aching, finally getting over all the games you tried to play. Smirking back at her, you listened and gave her what she wanted. 

Taking your hand, you placed your fingers under the waistband of her underwear, sneaking your hand into them. Running your middle finger down her slit, you got it wet before you inserted it into her. Very careful to not go too fast, at least not yet. 

Giving her time to adjust after not doing this for so long, another finger was added. A light moan left Carol’s mouth as she adjusted to your fingers, loving the feeling of them. And soon, she gave you the go ahead that she was ready. As you started to move, she brought you in for a long, passionate kiss. While trapped in the kiss, she started to move her hips in the same rhythm as you moved your fingers. You could feel her grind her clit on your palm, practically riding your hand as your fingers went in and out of her. 

Pulling away from the kiss, you took in a much-needed breath. “That’s it, my girl. Feel good?” you spoke softly, placing your hand on the side of her face so she could look at you. All Carol could do was nod, her head obviously in the clouds because of all the pleasure. But that wouldn’t do. “Words baby, I want to hear you,” a low groan left Carol's mouth as she continued on. “Feels…so good,” and as she spoke, her grinding got faster, and she started to clench down on your fingers. A sign to you that she was close, so close. 

Curling your fingers, Carol inched closer and closer to the edge. Just waiting to be tipped over. “Let go baby, let go for me,” and as soon as those words left your mouth, the wave of pleasure washed over her. Wetness coated your fingers, still pumping in and out of her as she rode out her high. 

Once she was done, you pulled out and wiped off your fingers as best you could. Pulling her onto you, she laid on your chest while your hand played with her hair. “You did so well, are you relaxed now?” you spoke faintly. Carol didn’t respond with any words; she just simply brought you in for another kiss. This one being more tired than the others, but still loving. “Definitely relaxed.”

[aprillikesthings]

LAST EPISODE

s5 ep13 heart pt 2

LET'S GOOOOOOO

it's 1:21pm and I have laundry to do AND Easter Vigil service starts at 8pm, can I get this all watched before 7pm?

Or am I gonna sit there in church vibrating in place for two hours knowing I have three minutes left on the episode or some bullshit lol

(That's longer than usual, yes. Easter Vigil is actually one of my fave services of the year--we start outside lighting candles (the ones inside have been out since Thursday night, even the one we otherwise never put out), then walk into the dark church, then sorta speedrun bits of the old testament (with a hymn after every reading) and then we decide OKAY IT'S EASTER NOW :D and turn on the lights and make a lot of noise and sing a few more hymns--we don't sing or say alleluia during Lent so all the hymns have that in it. There's often MASSIVE amounts of church incense, too. Anyway by the end it's a bit of a party. Apparently some churches have an actual party after the service.)(side note if you're new-ish to these posts that I'm Episcopalian, like, the priests at my church are a gay man and a woman, we're cool people mostly I promise)

See this is why these posts take forever. Why do I keep infodumping shit. This is what it's like to watch things with me in person, though.

If I get through this episode before Easter Vigil my reward is gonna be coming home and taking an edible and rewatching the last two episodes without screenshots so I can just cry over them.

oKAY

eh? that's new. like putting that on screen like that in dead silence. No intro sequence.

oh right Adora is injured. :( And it's some kind of magical monster thing that did it--a security thing put into the Crystal Castle by the First Ones

when she touches her wound the Failsafe glows, and it's making static-y noises and looking glitchy, that can't be good

the nasty tentacle monster thing is still there buT SO IS CATRA YAYYYY she shatters at least one of its eyeballs? I think?

my brain: this is like Caitlyn helping Vi after she got stabbed by Sevika, the wound is even in the same place :D me: wrong person has the red jacket on also Catra isn't going to buy some illegal potion thing to dose Adora with

(you should watch Arcane)

DOES SHE EVER SAY IT LIKE THAT BEFORE THIS?? oh god she sounds so breathless and relieved

Adora: "You can't be here! It's too dangerous"

And she stands up and starts to fall over and fucking Shadow Weaver helps her stand up, uGH

LOOK AT MY BB KICKING ASS

oh god so Shadow Weaver basically drags off Adora, Catra's like "I'll catch up, okay?" and Adora's like "no no Catraaaaa" her voice is cracking and everything, she doesn't want to do this without her and also worries about Catra and that tentacle monster thing

I'm not gonna screenshot it but poor Glimmer is fighting her dad, who is still chipped and Evil.

Bow is fighting Scorpia, also chipped and Evil. Oh hey Melog shows up and makes Bow invisible.

Micah is MEAN when chipped. He calls Glimmer a failure.

Glimmer: "My mother raised me to be brave. My friends taught me to be kind. And I'm stubborn. I get that from you. I will never stop fighting! And I won't lose another parent! I love you, dad."

She blasts him with enough magic that he collapses.

Bow, invisible, types away on Entrapta's computer she set up in the Horde thing, but when he gets it to start to do its thing he gets excited and says "I've got it!!" and Scorpia hears it and blasts him and is standing over him about to get him.

Bow: "Prime may have made you do a lot of things, but he can't turn you into something you're not. So, right now, all I need you to do is trust me."

Her eyes get normal for a second and she yells, and Bow slams a button on Entrapta's computer. There's a bright light.

Where Sea Hawk is holding Mermista, her chip goes dead and falls off. We get a lovely montage of other characters from all over Etheria, like Huntara and the folks at Elberon, who'd been chipped having their eyes go back to normal!

Scorpia: "oh my gosh I am so sorry!!"

yeah she's definitely back to normal lol

up on Horde Prime's ship:

lol

"My device worked! I knew it would!"

Bow: "Hey, everyone. I'm Bow."

(lol there's so much story in just this frame alone)

But yeah they show people from all over Etheria stopping to watch him speak, including his dads.

"Right now, we're the only thing standing in the way of him controlling it forever. You might be feeling hopeless. You might be thinking "We don't stand a chance." And maybe we don't. Prime's too strong. His army is too powerful. But that's not gonna stop us. We need to show Prime we're not afraid of him, because we have each other. And we have love. We can't give up. And if we go down, we go down together. We need you. All of you."

"It's time to fight. For She-Ra, for our homes, for each other!"

Broadcast over, back to Horde Prime. "Put an end to this mockery."

Catra injures the tentacle monster thing, but now that green is spreading into the room, and as Catra runs down the hall towards the Heart, she stops as Horde Prime shows up in hologram form

"I had such high hopes for you." like what, dude. keeping her around and chipped like a fucking puppet as an example? eugh. (something something about how her speeches to Adora while chipped were an obvious reference to people proselytizing high-control faiths)

the moment of distraction is enough for the tentacle monster to grab one of Catra's legs and she screams in pain D:

also there's still a bunch of earthquakes happening as these two limp towards the Heart

Poor Adora is just weakly going "No...no...wait" Shadow Weaver: "Don't lose your focus. We're so close."

What's this WE shit.

But also damn one thing Shadow Weaver and Horde Prime (and Light Hope!) have in common is they both believe love and affection and "attachments" are weaknesses. Shadow Weaver just cannot seem to get it through her head that Adora's love for Catra (and vice versa) is helpful here. Not a detriment. Love isn't a distraction!!! It gives us a stable ground of security and safety from which to do hard things!!

Meanwhile poor Angella told Adora "take care of each other."

This is pulsating, and so is the Failsafe on Adora's chest

OH NO oh god Okay being near that much hardcore magic is making Shadow Weaver powerful--her hair does the floaty thing for the first time since, what, s2? And she starts reaching for it, but THEN--

Adora yells Catra's name and starts walking back towards her, and Shadow Weaver's hair falls down again and she says the most weirdly desperate-sounding "Adora, wait!"

Prime's hologram is still torturing Catra along with the actual tentacle monster

(someone has drawn rule 34 of that thing but I'm not looking for it. I am content to know it exists.)

AND THEN THE MONSTER GETS BLASTED BY SHADOW WEAVER AHAHA NICE

about time she was useful amiright

okay so is this Shadow Weaver actually realizing she's been wrong about The Power of Love, or is this just her begrudgingly accepting that these two are Sold as A Set, Do Not Separate, and unless Catra's there Adora won't be able to use the Failsafe because she'll be looking for Catra the whole time???

Like is this an emotional epiphany or just pragmatism?

oh god so she magically shoves Catra away (towards Adora), but Catra runs back to Shadow Weaver

And y'all I know I talked about this a LOT way back in earlier seasons but I cannot tell you how accurate this keeps being in regards to dealing with an abusive parent. Like if you'd asked me, even after I cut off contact, if I wanted my dad to die, I would've said No! Of course not! At that point I didn't know whether the no-contact thing was temporary or not. I just knew I needed time and space to not be constantly stressed and anxious, for a notification on my phone to not immediately fill me with so much adrenaline my hands shook.

Anyway Shadow Weaver puts up a magical shield to keep Catra back

Shadow Weaver's response is amazingly calm and quiet. "Please, Catra. You need to make sure Adora reaches the Heart. The magic must be set free."

Her fight with Tentacle Monster isn't going well.

Catra's voice is heartbreaking here. "Stop it! It's going to kill you!"

"But you, this is only the beginning for you."

;_;

STICK THAT KNIFE IN AND TWIST IT! YEAH!

Catra's crying "no...no..." and a hand reaches out and grabs hers

LOL FINALLY HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT okay going to reblog

what a moment for it pfft

[heejayy]

Mentor || Shuri U.

Warning: none

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Shuri x black fem! Reader

Word Count: girl idk but it’s not long

You felt like your heart is about to beat out of your chest. As you got ready for the day events from last night kept playing through your head. You and Shuri stayed up late in the lab chatting about nothing and everything all at once, it was the first time your ever had a real one on one conversation with her.

You weren’t suppose to stay as long as you did, your job was to update her on the growth of the heart shape herb garden and leave but the conversation got carried away.

As you made your way back to her lab your mind wondered on why she’d ask you to come back, you surely don’t work in this part of the palace you weren’t a big time scientist, you were just someone who maintained the gardens and occasionally helped design a few simple things.

You walked through the doors to an empty room you nervously bit your cheek looking around for her. “Up here” you turned around looking up at her as she smiled down from the balcony. She watched you make your way up the stairs studying your outfit.

“You look nice by the way, you’re working inside today?” She questioned noticing you weren’t in your normal garden attire aka dirty jeans and a plain shirt. You almost didn’t register what she said after the “you look nice” comment. Your heart couldn’t catch a break.

“Good morning queen Shuri and yes I’m working in the designing department today” you slightly bowed before her but only to earn a giggle.

“Why are bowing? It’s too formal” she chuckled.

“Sorry my queen“ she waved you off guiding you to where she was working. You took this chance to soak in everything, you’ve never been able to explore the main lab before due to you working either outside or on the other end of the palace but it sure was living up to the stories. It was absolutely amazing.

“This place is beyond beautiful my queen” you complimented as your hands glided across an unfinished project, it looked harmless but knowing Shuri it wasn’t.

“Thank you but I don’t advise you touching that, the last time I was working on it I was shocked and my hand went numb for an hour” you snatched your hand away looking at her with bewildered stare hoping she was joking but her serious face never faltered. You decided it’d be best to walk back over to her.

“So not to be rude my queen but can I ask why you called me in here?” She nodded sitting down her tools.

“Can I be honest y/n?” You nodded.

“I’ve been observing you for a while without your knowledge. I’ve seen you work, you put your all into everything you do for it to never see the light of day” you blinked at her confused on what she’s referring to.

“My queen what are you talking about? Yes I put all my love into the garden but that’s because I care about the future for us, the future of Wakanda. We’ll-“

“I’m not talking about that herb, I’m talking about this” she reached under a metal slate on her work desk pulling out a thick messy note book. You mind went fuzzy for a moment realizing it’s yours. That notebook contains every idea you’ve had from clothing designs down to sketches of technology enhancements you did on the side. You snapped out of your daze and reached for it but she snatched it back.

“I didn’t mean to snoop i thought one of my biologist left this in here, but you know we have a program for things like this? You can share your ideas and-“

“No no this is just a hobby” you blurted “nothing more.” She handed you your notebook shaking her head.

“Don’t doubt your intelligence, you have a bright mind from what I’ve seen let me guide you.” She smiled leaning off her desk.

“Guide me? My queen-“

“Call me Shuri.” She corrected.

“Ok Shuri with all respect you sound ridiculous you have an entire country run and on top of that you’re her protector I doubt you have time to tutor me plus I’m not that good at engineering anyways” as you rambled on and on she just shook her head.

She sat the notebook down and approached you and while reaching for your hands “you’re scared to fail I understand that but just give it a try and maybe during our time together we’ll grow closer” her words were gentle and persuasive but you couldn’t focus on anything besides your queen standing in such close proximity to you. She smelled absolutely incredible it was insanely distracting.

“Plus I’ve always wanted to be a mentor.” She added with a little smile.

“Ok” was all you muttered as a satisfied smile spread across her face.

“You are to stay in here and observe me for today but tomorrow is when we start” you couldn’t fight back the smile that was appearing on your face. Observing Shuri was something you had no problem doing.

Shuri Masterlist

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[call-me-sins]

(tw: Bodily harm, noncon)

Jax let out a screech, something more like a wounded animal than a person, as the scissors sliced through his thigh.

"Yes, he is quite noisy. I knew you guys would love him." Fox's smooth announcer voice rang in Jax's ears. They... love him.

His legs trembled, his breath heavy. They love him. He laughed. He couldn't help it, the thought was insane and charming. His little bit of sanity slipped through like sand through his fingers.

"Wow, look at that. He's already broken in." Fox said lightly, standing behind Jax. He grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks as he turned Jax's face towards the camera. He was hooked to the ceiling by his wrist, frilly underwear holding on by a thread. "Anything to say to your adoring fans?"

Jax was suddenly overcome. He'd dissociated, and now forced to face the music. He racked his cloudy brain for an answer. "H-hi. God you guys are sick." He said. He'd given up on begging to be saved. He laughed and sobbed. The thin fabric was soaked between his legs. God, why was he wet. He shouldn't be wet.

Fox let out a light laugh. "Isn't he just adorable!" His tail flicked happily. "Look at him. Wet in all the right ways." He released Jax, unhooking from the ceiling and letting him fall to his knees, the thread that was holding his undies snapping. He felt so exposed. "Hm? Oh, you want me to use him? Well."

"Please, please, Fox. S-someone. No more, no more please." His mind couldn't decide on a solid self, instead a blur of everyone he'd been. What was fucking happening. He couldn't control his voice, his body, oh god. He couldn't remember anything but pain. "Please please please." He begged. "Someone! Please!" Maybe if he screamed loud enough he'd be saved again. Like when his arm was cruely ripped from him.

Fox ignored him, humming a bit. "Interesting, interesting requests. Maybe next time, TrashPossum. Ah, I know. Why don't we play around with an old scene? Don't worry, it'll be different. There's a poll! Which hole should we fuck?"

Jax sobbed and laughed as his pleas were callously ignored, watching as the chat filled. "No, no no please." He laughed again. God this was so fucked up.

Fox turned to him, holding up an object... "Now sweetie, do you know what this is?"

Jax looked at it, sniffing and trying to blind away blurry tears. "A... dildo?" He asked.

"Correct! Wow, you're so smart. It's a tentacle dildo. You know, like hentai!"

Jax felt his stomach churn. It wasn't too big, maybe it wouldn't hurt- Fox started to putting it in a harness. "Open wide!"

Jax wanted to scream, shake his head, something. Instead his mouth opened obediently. He gagged and cooked as it was shoved down his throat. He can't breath he can't breath. He started to panic, squirming.

"Hey, hey, calm down. This isn't even the bad part! just let your body get used to it. Breath through your nose. There you go." As Jax started to relax something else was attached to him, needle like points poking into his neck and putting everything to a halt.

Fox lifted him, making him stand. Jax gagged as the collar poked into him. He wanted to beg, but all he could do was sob and sniff.

"Let's see, which won. Ass? Fantastic." Fox said, leaning over Jax. His hands gripped his ass, pulling the his cheeks apart. Jax tried to squirm, scream, something, instead all that came out were sobs as Fox rubbed his cock against Jax's back. "I know, he's so small!"

He started to press against the tight hole. Jax trembled as he waited for Fox's cock to violate his body, pressure building. Then, a light laugh from Fox. "Well this is a problem! He might be too tight. Need to warm him up a bit."

Fingers slipped to Jax's delicate parts, caressing sensitive flesh. Jax glanced at the screen, a blur of bright light through the tears.

Hands started to push into his ass, Jax squeaking as he was violated and stretched roughly. "Good, good."

After a moment the fingers left, leaving Jax trembling and sniffling. His relief was short lived as Fox's cock was pressed against him, forced inside and stretching him. He can't he can't oh god. He can't breath. He sobbed, trying desperately to relax so his body wouldn't be ripped apart.

Fox started to pant. "Fuck you're tight." Why was it getting thicker. Oh god why was it getting thicker. He trembled, leaning back into Fox and the spikes poked into his neck. It hurt so much. He just wanted to be held.

"Oh~ good boy." His hand moved to Jax's chest, pulling him closer. Jax held onto him desperately. "Good boy... watch the claws."

[blog-reflection]

One / Four - Screaming Lights

[Phone vibration]

It is 8 o'clock in the morning. I got woken up by my phone buzzing somewhere in my bed. I was unable to figure out the exact location of it, which led me to believe that it's buried under my pillows. It took a while but I did managed to grab my phone. The screen displayed 8:50 in the morning which meant that I've been looking around for a solid 5 minutes. I turned off the alarm and glanced towards my tablet. This tablet is the most important thing in my life. I mean, I have everything on it. Time table, Backups from almost everything, my passcodes, the support Mail for the registrations, you name it. I opened the time table which had one thing scheduled for today. Registration.Great, I couldn't think of anything more fun than to register dozens of students that are attending the school all over the UK south side. Well, seems like I have some stuff to do, so better get started right?

I unwrapped myself out of the blanket, grabbed an oversized shirt and walked downstairs. Mildret was already at work, so I had time for myself. I put on my headphones,and fired up my spotify right before I opened the app for the registration. I realized I haven’t had a proper meal since I’m back from my grandparents, so I decided to make myself some breakfast. I danced through the entire kitchen while mixing the batter for some pancakes, including me almost letting loose of the bowl and spilling batter everywhere. But I saved it, more or less in a gentle way, but I kept the mess low. I spilled the batter in the buttered pan and baked them till they were soft and golden. Pancake after pancake was flying through the kitchen until one after another was piled up on the plate. I opened all the cupboards panicking that we’ve run out of syrup. That was when I found the syrup which I dropped down onto my pancakes. I also reached for the blueberries to finish off the plate. I went upstairs and left the mess in the kitchen for later.

At my room, I shut the curtains and turned on my fairy lights while eating my pancakes and registering people on my bed. Today I worked on Truham Grammer and Higgs. It's weird to read those names all over again when you stayed in that school for about 2 years. I can picture almost everything. I dropped school after year 13 and started working in jobs that are even more cruel than the one I have right now. Jesse was the one who gave me this very job, which I’m really thankful for. I was bragging how much I've hated all the jobs before and personally I think they just got annoyed. They have known I'm pretty good with keeping everything in order and signing stuff up so they asked around. Turns out no one wanted this job so they were quite desperate to have someone who works for them. On the bright side, I can work from home and I have chances to get to all southern schools in the UK if I can't do it from home. The salary isn't amazing but I have my own cloud that I can do the way I want. 

I also managed to program my second tablet only for this, while the other is my “private” one. In case it wasn’t obvious, yes I freaking love touch displays and couldn't imagine anything else or working with anything else. It allows me to easily set up everything without spending ages on one single person. 

I wonder. How are days at Truham now? I know that they've struggled to find a new headboy after the last one. I know that because they wanted me to be the follow up. But since I already knew that I wouldn’t stay for my finals I had to say no. And yes I’f I wouldn’t change schools I would like to be headboy. As headboy you can at least feel like you have some influence on what happens around you. I glanced at my clock on the wall, 11am. Usually, I would already finish one class but today I’m rather slow. I don’t know why though. I assume this has something to do with what happened yesterday. I still can’t believe that she made such a big thing out of it. Well anyways, getting stuck on thoughts about her won't make me work faster. I decided to call it a shot and get back onto Royal Holloway, one of the prettier places. Royal Holloway feels like an Elite University while looking like it belongs in a fairytale. The registration is already done but no matter how hard I try I still can’t get the liberty sorted. Royal Holloway features a massive, and relatively new, liberty building right in front of the founder’s building. This year, they included a new access app combined with chip-entry. It’s pretty and modern, but apparently it’s not working. Multiple students and faculty members claimed that their entry chip doesn’t work. It’s not *that* big of an issue but it can be really annoying. Mostly because the faculty members in the liberty have to be ready to open the doors for anyone who can’t get in.  However, Julie Sanders, the principal of the school, mentioned that “it is a big security issue, which has to be dealt with as soon as possible”. I understand her, and she’s more than right. It's just not an easy code. I mean I could just walk right to the tech student’s but then I’d be depressed. I want to achieve the goal myself, no matter how hard I try. I told her it’s going to take some time since the stuff we use is hightech and difficult to mess with, which she understood. But I promised her that it’s done by Christmas-Break! She did not like that timeline since it’s still 3 months but I try to get it done earlier. 

I booted up the access app and streamed it to my monitor, which is also usable by touch. Lot’s of numbers and lights that scream in an unknown language something like “help me” and “end my suffering”. I bet that some of these sven send out morse code which literally translates to that. It’s like taking a look into what could be a digital version of a brain and I wonder. Do I have light’s in my head that scream and blick all the time? I cough because I was laughing at my own imagination before taking a closer look. Who am I kidding? I have no Idea what this is, nor what I’m doing or supposed to do. All I do is look up youtube and copy them step by step. But at this point in time, I gave up. I emailed the support and have been waiting for an answer ever since. I turned off all the tech stuff and took a look out my window. It was a nice gray and cozy day, perfect for a cup of tea. I went downstairs to get the kettle on fire, when I realized that the kitchen is still a mess. I fired up the kettle and started cleaning. It was at that very moment, I noticed Mildret arriving. There are multiple things that could happen now.

She comes up and murders me

She starts yelling

She cries and walks outside

She doesn't care and just walks back to the living room 

Just chucks something at me.

I was surprised when she just didn’t give a damn and went upstairs. I mean she gave me the look of a really disappointed mother but that’s it? That’s when all of a sudden, I hear loud noises coming from upstairs.

What the hell is she doing?

[pixiedust0]

𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡

❥𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍.

❥𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 𝟷.𝟷𝙺

❥𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 -  𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜.

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

"You don't get to be done!" the anger in her voice almost scared him, she had never reacted like that towards him. Sure they argued but he had never see her this angry. He had never made her this angry. "Well I am." the huff that escaped his throat was like breath of fresh air even if it was for a moment. "That's not how we work fez you don't just get to blow up at me and tell me your done." he could practically hear are heart breaking as her eyes started to water. He never wanted to hurt Y/N like this he loved her more than he had ever loved anything before. 

To be painfully honest, that's what scared him.He could tell you the exact second he fell in love with her. It was about a month after he moved in with his grandma. He had noticed her in school before she always had her hair in two ponytails depending on the day she would have different color ribbons. She always wore some kind of dress or skirt to match, her bright smile could light up any room. She had missed a week of school and he would always catch himself looking for her. But the day she had finally come to school again it was different there was no dress, no ribbon, so smile. 

He remembered the way her hair was in a messy bun, She wore jeans. Something he had never seen her wear before and they way her face look she was tired. He and never put any effort into to talking to her before and he didn't know why he decided to that day but he did. Now Fezco would admit he was a shy person but he could just tell she needed someone.

After almost spending the entire school day bothering her try to get her to talk to him he found out more than he excepted. Her mom had just pasted and she was left with her acholic father who didn't care if she went to school or not or if she ate. He had to basically beg her to come home with him after school where his grandma had helped her comb out her ratty hair and gave her actual food. The way she spoke to his grandmother the way the small girl made the old woman laugh. 

That's when he knew he was utterly in love Y/N L/N and there was absolute nothing he could do about it not that he wanted to anyway. Over time she came over more and more. Once her bastard of a father put his hands on her and she told kitty she had moved her in. Time past ashtray came along kitty got sick and it was up to them to keep the 'Family business' going and they did together. When Fez dropped out of high school freshman year so did she they were a team.

He found the courage to make the first move not longer after and they had been together ever since. They were each others first everything, first kiss, first time, first love. Y/n was fez's ride or die she would do anything for him with question but so would he. "I cant do this with you no mo Y/N" his hand ran over his face shaking slightly he didn't want to this apart of him hoped she would fight him on this he prayed she would.

 "Why not because we've been fighting for a little while well get over it, it's not a big deal." the way she spoke had his heart clenching her voice was so soft compared to what it was only moments ago. "nah bro this isn't no little while its been months." he could see ash shaking his head from the door way of his room silently pleading with him to stop. He knew although ash always knew stuff he didn't suspect him to.

"Did you just bro me really?" the laugh that escaped her after was anything but humors. "Y/N come on man." please fight. "Come on what, what the fuck do you want from me Fezco you want me to let you go, you want me to leave you really want to be done." no please god no. the anger in her voice slowly come back almost as if she flipped a switch. "Yes" the words escaping him burning to get out he felt like he could be sick. The Livingroom suddenly felt smaller. 

His eyes were locked on her trying hardest to read her. tell me to shut up tell me no, don't go i love you please. "fine" and with that she made a b-line for there room, his room. He just stood there for a minute not really comprehend what just happed. Finally ash spoke up snapping him back to reality. "your a fucking idiot." slamming his door shut before he had a change rebuttal not like Fez would if he wanted to. Ash was right he was an idiot he just stood there not knowing what to do.

After what felt like an eternity to him she finally came out of his room a couple of bag around her arms. "ill come get the rest of my stuff in a couple of days." she didn't even make eye contact with him she just stayed focused on the ground. "where you going." he didn't even know if he had the right to ask his the one who told you to leave. "My dads he sober now, I'm gonna go see what that's about." the laugh escaping her body was small it was there but small. 

He didn't even get a chance to respond before her body started moving towards the door opening it. "see ya O'Neill take care I love you." stepping outside the door before she could close it however he grab her face in his hands connecting there lips. The kiss was long neither one of them pulling away never wanting this moment end. Once he did pull away he brushed a piece of hair that fell in front her face behind her ear "i love you too ma." The small smile that broke it way on her face made his brain spin.

 "There it is." She laughed she just wanted hear him say it one more time. She slowly pulled away making her way to car before getting in and driving away. Like I said before they were each others first everything they just never thought they would be each others first heartbreak to.

[mcu-coworkers]

Mistakes

Summary:  Anakin makes a mistake that almost costs him you.

Pairings: Anakin Skywalker x Y/n reader

Wordcount: 6,257

A/n:  Hello everyone  I ‘ve been gone for a while working on this for you guys its all in one whole part this time lol thank you guys for reading and  I   hope you guys like it!xx

Master list

You’d been gone from home for a couple days working on Kamino and the trip was initially supposed to last a week.

Shaak Ti was generous enough to let you leave a couple days earlier than expected due to how advanced your work had become so quickly.

You thought about calling your husband and telling him the good news but you thought it would be even better to surprise him with his favorite dinner and his wife back home.

Smiling you got on the ship and started your journey back hoping you could get there sooner.

Thanking the clones that helped you carry your luggage into your living room you sighed in relief when you were finally left alone.

Or so you’d thought.

Hearing a thump coming from your bedroom you got curious and decided to see what it was.

Getting closer that thumping became more rhythmic and you stopped in your tracks.

“Anakin.” you heard a moan.

Covering your mouth with your hand you held your breath in fear of what you were about to see.

Speeding up your walk you took the last ounce of courage and opened the door full force.

Just as your gut suspected it was your husband, with some random chick wrapped in your bed sheets.

Startled by your sudden entrance Anakin looked over his shoulder and immediately jumped off the bed after he realized it was you.

“Shit Y/n.” he said as he started putting his clothes on while the girl wrapped herself in your bed sheets.

“No, get the hell out of my house, now.” you said pointing a finger at the girl in your bed.

The idiot just looked at Anakin stupidly and you couldnt believe any of it.

Scoffing you realized you’d had enough.

“Leave.” Anakin said to the girl as he pushed her out of the bed, “Baby, I'm so sorry  I   can explain, let me just-” he didn't get to finish because you were already out the door.

“Y/n! Wait where are you going?” he said as  he followed behind you trying to pull his shirt on.

“Far the fuck away from you.” you sneered not taking a second to look at him.

“Please wait, she'll leave and we can talk.” he pleaded as he followed you closely.

Suddenly you turned around and threw something at him and kept walking towards his fighter, the clones had left so this was your only way out.

Looking down at the ground his stomach dropped when he realized what you’d thrown at him.

Your wedding ring.

He held in it a shaky hand as his eyes began to pool with tears, “Y/n, baby will you just listen please, just for a-” he stopped when he heard his fighter take off.

“Y/n!” He yelled running out to the landing bay.

By now the girl was long gone, too ashamed to have gotten caught and scared for her life as Anakin warned her what would happen to her life should you find out.

Anakin put on his shoes and ran down to Obi-wan's apartment hoping his ship was home.

Meanwhile you were flying practically blind with tears blurring your vision.

Trying to focus on the view ahead of you, you looked at how much gas you had left when suddenly you were met with a polaroid picture of you and Anakin.

He was kissing your head as you showed off your ring the day you got engaged.

Picking up the photo you looked at his smile and how happy you both were.

Were. Passed tense, because now, you didn't even know what you were.

Feeling your emotions take care of you, your eyes began to pour once more when suddenly you heard a loud sound, a bright light, and everything went black.

Anakin knocked viciously on Obi-wan's door and Satin opened  with a confused smile which quickly dropped when she saw Anakin's state.

“Obi-wan is he here?” he said urgently.

“Yes, come in, what do you need?” She said opening the door.

“Its Y/n-” he began walking towards the landing bay when he was cut off by  his friend.

“Anakin, what are you doing here and why aren't you answering your phone?” he said, rushing to grab his things.

“ I   need your ship.” he said, running to the landing bay.

“Yes  I   know we need to get to the hospital.” Obi-wan said the following behind him.

“Wait what? No, I need to go get Y/n.” He was confused by his friend's words.

Equally as confused, Obi-wan stopped in his tracks. “Anakin, where do you think she is?” he said, watching his friend slowly.

Suddenly realization dawned upon Anakin and he leaned on the wall for support, “No, no, no what did  I   do?” he asked himself as he began letting the tears fall from his face.

“We’ll have enough time to talk about this later, but we need to go Anakin.” Obi-wan said as he took his friend to his ship and got to the hospital as quickly as they could.

The ride was quiet, the only sound heard were Anakins sniffles as his tears came and went every time he thought about it all.

Obi-wan didn't know much about what happened but by the way Anakin held the ring that surely should have been on your finger he knew something wasn't right between you two.

Arriving at the hospital Anakin wasted no time in running in and straight to the receptionist.

“My wife, she was brought here her name is Y/n Skywalker.” he said frantically as the woman typed in her name.

She froze as she looked at the screen and back at him, “ I  ‘ll have a doctor come speak with you very shortly.” she said as she picked up a phone and began dialing a number.

“That's it? Where is she?   I   need to see my wife.” he said, getting angrier by the second.

“Anakin, that's not going to help, just come over here and let's wait for the doctor.” Obi-wan said, pulling his friend away before he got them kicked out of the hospital.

“ I   don't want to wait, I need to see her now Obi-wan,  I   need her.” Anakin said as he pulled at the roots of his hair.

It felt as if time was moving immensely slow and it was driving him insane.

“Anakin, why are you holding her ring?” Obi-wan said, finally breaking the question.

Looking down at your ring tears began to fall down his face, how could he be so stupid and give in to damned temptation.

“Because   I‘m an idiot, but  I  ‘m an idiot who needs his wife, I can't lose her.'' He said Obi-wan did what he could and hugged his  friend as he let out his sobbs into his shoulder.

“She’s strong Anakin, she’ll make it out of this one.” he said as he patted his back.

“Family of Y/n Skywalker.” they heard a voice yell.

Quickly they turned around, “Us, I'm her husband, how is she?” Anakin asked, walking up to the man.

Sighing, the doctor sat on the arm rest of the couch, “Take seat sir,” he said motioning towards the couch.

Slowly Anakin sat down along with Obi-wan, both hearts racing.

“She has major blunt force trauma to the left side of her body, it's causing some major internal bleeds that she's going to need surgery for immediately, a concussion might be on the table but until we control the bleeding we won't be sure.” he said watching his clock.

“When will she go into surgery?” Anakin asked, but before the doctor could answer you were being wheeled by a crew with someone performing CPR on top of you trying to get your heart to pump blood.

“Were losing her get the Oxygen tank stat we got a code blue!” she yelled, as they pushed you through some doors.

Quickly Anakin stood rushing over to the doors they took you through.

“Where are they taking her? Excuse me?” he said as the doctor ran past him.

“We’re taking her into surgery now there's no time.” he said as he ran through the doors following you.

“Code blue? What the hell is a code blue?” he said looking at Obi-wan.

Obi-wan looked at his friend sympathetically as he looked down at his phone, “Code blue is called when the patient must be resuscitated.” he whispered as his eyes began to tear up.

You two had become very dear friends, you were the sister he never got to have.

“No, she can't, she can't leave me like this.” Anakin said as he pulled his ends sitting back down on the couch.

The minutes felt like hours before someone came out.

“Skywalker?” A nurse said, looking around.

“Yes?” Anakin said standing quickly.

“Please follow me. I ‘ll take you both to her designated room.” she said as she opened the door wider for both him and Obi-wan.

Quickly they followed her to the empty room, all of Anakin's hopes to see you there gone.

“The doctors were able to stabilize her and stop the bleeding, she should be out of surgery within the next hour if there are any changes you will be told.” she said as she set up machines in your room.

“When the surgery is over the doctor will come in and explain more of what I just said but go into further detail for you, here's a bag with all of her belongings that were on the site.” she said, handing Anakin a bag full of your clothes.

Looking at them both she nodded before she walked out of the room.

“What's that?” Obi-wan said, pointing at the polaroid photo.

Taking it out of the bag Anakin looked at the photo and couldn't help but smile, a single tear fell down his face.

“It was the day we got engaged.  I   kept on my dashboard board ever since.” he whispered, “ I   can't lose her Obi-wan,  I'm a mess without her.” he said as he held the picture tightly.

“She’ll be alright, we just have to be patient for her. She'll be here soon.” he said, rubbing Anakin's shoulder.

Still the thought lingered, what did Anakin do for you to leave your ring and end up like this with that photo in your hand?

Eventually you were brought into the room and Anakin set his chair next to you.

Bruises skimmed your cheek and your chin, he could see a bruise going down your neck and it probably went down further if it wasn't for the hospital gown covering them.

The doctor walked in shortly and began checking your eyes for the concussion he had discussed earlier.

“How is she?” Anakin said not taking his eyes off you.

“Well the broken ribs punctured her lungs, the internal bleeding was able to be stopped, her lungs were patched and the CT scans all came back clear.” he said but he didn't sound like he was done.

“But.” Anakin said.

“ I   have yet to see any interaction from her brain, as of right now she is in an intense level coma, we are not able to determine when she’ll wake up or if she even will.” the doctor said checking your board.

“So it could be days?” Obi-wan asked.

“It could be days, months, even years, her body will heal with time. It's just up to her to decide if she wants to stay and fight.” the doctor said to them.

“If anything changes in her charts we will let you both know.” he said giving them one last glance before he left.

Standing up Obi-wan decided it was time he left Anakin alone with you.

“ I  ‘m gonna go, come back with something for you to eat.” he said, giving him a good look.

Anakin nodded but still never stopped looking at you, once he heard the door close he took your hand and gently held it in his.

“ I  ‘ll wait, right here just give me a sign baby.” he said as he looked at your face hoping you’d move a finger, anything.

Suddenly the monitor jumped not just once but multiple times.

The doctor came in soon after and began reading the brain scans and smiling to himself.

“She's here, this activity it's amazing.” he said looking at you.

“That's good right she’ll be up soon?” Anakin asked, squeezing your hand.

“We can definitely take years off the board but anything shorter is undetermined but this is good Mr.Skywalker.” he said as he saved the scans and walked out once more.

Kissing your hand he smiled.

That was five months ago.

Anakin had seen so many cat scans, brain scans, hand movements and he could go on and on.

But still you haven't woken up, the bruising was gone, the neck brace was also gone.

Your body was mostly healed but yet you haven't woken up.

Anakin was going insane listening to that stupid monitor and staring at the white walls.

Of course Obi-wan came and updated him on work, sports, brought him food and stayed with you after he had to force him to go home and get changed.

His excuse was that you’d be pissed if you woke up and saw Anakin looking a mess, the last thing you needed was to wake up next to a smelly husband.

Anakin was trying to keep the room filled with beautiful colors for you when you woke, flowers, cards, gifts.

But it was no use, being left all alone he was brought back to his thoughts.

Yes he was waiting for the moment you woke up but he was dreading the moment you remembered it all.

He needed you, having you so close yet so far away was torture, it’d be hell if you woke up and decided you wanted him out of your life.

On time Obi-wan walked in with a fresh set of flowers.

“Alright Anakin go home and a shower the sooner you go the sooner you're back.” he said not wanting to go back and forth.

“Alright,   I‘m going.” he sighed standing up.

“Satine will bring us lunch when you get back, we have to talk about the council.” he said fixing the vase.

“ I   will be back in fifteen minutes or sooner.” Anakin said, kissing your forehead before leaving quickly.

Obi-wan sat down, sighing as he began talking, the doctor said talking to you was good.

“Satine and  I decided we want to have an off-planet wedding, going against tradition we were thinking of a beach wedding,” he said.

“Anakin hates sand.” you said before your throat dried up.

Obi-wan turned to you almost getting whiplash by how fast he did.

“Holy shit.” he said standing up.

“W-water.” you choked out.

Quickly he grabbed the cup with water and brought it up to your lips.

Signaling with your eyes when you were done you laid your head back down and tried catching your breath.

“ I ‘ll go get the doctor,” he said, running out.

Once the doctor was done checking you and realized everything was fine.

“Everything looks great but we will be keeping you here for physical therapy for the next couple of months. It's been a while since you moved so we just have to get you back on track.” he said smiling.

You just simply nodded and smiled at him.

“Has Mr.Skywalker been informed  I   don't see him here?” the doctor  asked.

“Oh   I ‘m terribly sorry  I‘ll call him right away.” Obi-wan said.

“No wait.  I   don't want him here.” you said, grabbing his hand to stop him, “Doctor,  I   don't want any other visitors other than Obi-wan and Satine. No one else please.” you said.

“Are you sure? He is your husband, he's been here every single day.” Obi-wan asked.

“Yes, please.” you pleaded you were stuck reliving that moment you got home endlessly for five months.

You couldn't face him after all of it.

“Alright we will set security locks around the unit, Only Mr.Kenobi and his fiance will be allowed to enter.” the doctor said leaving shortly after.

“Y/n what's going on? Why don't you want Anakin here?”  Obi-wan asked Anakin never truly told him what happened that day.

“He cheated Obi,  I   found him with some random girl in our home, in our bed.” you said, you could have cried had you not been so dehydrated and tired.

“ I   am so sorry Y/n, he's an idiot. But he’s been here everyday. The only time he leaves is when  I   make him go shower.” he said, chuckling to himself.

“ I   just can't face him, the images of him on top of her scarred my mind. It hurts too much.” you said fidgeting with your hands.

“It's alright, you won't see anyone you don't want to see,  I‘ll make sure of it.” he said, smiling softly.

“Thank you Obi.” you whispered.

Just then Anakin was walking back into the floor your room was in when suddenly the doors to the hall were locked.

“Excuse me? The doors locked?” he said walking up to the nurses counter.

“Yes, one of the patients asked for controlled visitations so we have to check the list before anyone enters. Who are you here to see?” she said, beginning to type on her screen.

“Y/n Skywalker she's my wife.” he said, tapping his finger on the counter he was beginning to get anxious he had already spent too much time away.

“I'm sorry sir, it seems you're not on her list.” she said, frowning Anakin was starting to get annoyed.

“The hell?  I  ‘m her husband. I need to go in there. Why am  I   not on the list?” he exclaimed.

“She chose the list herself, sir  I   have no control over that.” the nurse tried to explain.

“Wait what- she what? Is she awake?” Anakin said, suddenly freezing where he stood.

“Anakin.” he heard behind him when he turned he found Obi-wan coming out of the hallway he couldn't get into.

“Obi-wan, is it true? Is she awake?” He said he needed answers but more importantly he needed to get in there.

“Come outside we need to talk.” was all Obi-wan said before he began walking to the elevator.

“No, I need to get in there and see her. What does no one get about that?” he said not moving.

“Outside. Now Anakin.” Obi-wan said sternly, this time Anakin followed.

Once outside Anakin began pacing, “What is it Obi-wan, is she alright?” he said, looking at him.

“She doesn't want to see you, and given the situation  I think she's right.” Obi-wan said.

“Obi-wan please it was a mistake  I   never meant to hurt her.” He pleaded as his heart began to race.

“But you did it nonetheless and she can't see you for it. Not yet at least, and you better hope for your sake that one day she changes her mind. But  I   won't force her to.” Obi wan said, looking down.

He hated seeing someone he viewed as a brother suffer so much, but he brought it upon himself.

“Can  I   atleast know what the doctor said?” He whispered as he tried to hold in the tears.

“She's great, she’ll be staying two months, maybe less for physical therapy then she’ll be able to go home,” he said.

“Two months.  I   have to wait another two months?” he said, sitting down on the curb.

“ Maybe she’ll change her mind. We don't know that yet, but  I  ‘ll be there everyday.” Obi-wan said as he started to walk back in.

“Yeah so will  I ,  I‘ll wait outside that hall until my name is on that list or until she's out of there.” Anakin said, wiping the tears away.

“Anakin,” he began, “No, she can keep me out of there but  I   can still wait outside.” Anakin said.

Sighing Obi-wan walked back in and up the elevator.

A month later it was the same routine, Anakin showed up, sat in the waiting area while Obi-wan accompanied you in your physical therapy with occasional visits from Satine.

Hell, even Ashoka made it on the list before Anakin.

Between her and Obi-wan he pretty much knew every single detail except for how you were doing.

Everytime it came to that they suddenly had somewhere to be.

Today was like no other. He walked in ready to take his usual seat.

“Ms.Neil, how are you today?” he asked the nurse at the counter, he’d become quite familiar with everyone after a while.

“Good Mr.Skywalker but you can't sit there anymore.” she said smiling and he heard the locks click and the doors begin to open.

“I'm on the list?” he whispered looking at the open doors.

“Yup, she just updated it this morning, She's in physical therapy right now room 4 honey, good luck.” she said as he started walking towards the doors.

Taking a deep breath Anakin began walking down the hall looking through the windows when he finally made it to room 4.

There you were, walking while holding onto bars. A nurse by your side making sure you stayed up.

“Are you coming in sir?” A nurse asked slightly, startling him.

“Yes, sorry thank you.” he said as he walked in.

“Ms.Skywalker, your first visitor is here.” she said, making you turn your head to the door.

Anakin didn't know what to do, wave, smile, he felt like an idiot under your stare.

“Leave us,  I‘ll take a short break.” you said smiling to the nurses.

Continuing to walk they helped you to a nearby couch.

“Come, sit.” you said looking over your shoulder.

Quickly Anakin takes a seat next to you, keeping his hands beside him still not knowing what to do.

He’d gone to the hospital everyday with the intention to see you, he never actually had a plan when the day finally came.

“Thank you for letting me see you.” he said as he took in your features.

Your cheeks finally had their rosy pink color back, your lips were back to that kissable pink he loved so much.

“Dont, it was necessary to do this eventually, We might as well talk.” you said, sighing finally looking up at him.

He looked tired.

Bags under his eyes, slightly messy hair and stubble on his chin that he never let stay before.

“You're right,  I‘m sorry.” he said, he didn't know where to start but he could only hope that you could trust him once more.

“ I think,” you said, bracing yourself. “ I   think we should get a divorce.” you said turning away.

Suddenly all of Anakin's hopes of repairing anything went out the window along with his sanity.

“W-what? Divorce?  I - no please we can work through this, y/n don't do this.” he said as he took your hands in his begging your eyes to meet his.

“Anakin  I   can’t walk into that house everyday for the rest of my life worried that  I  ‘ll find you with another woman again.  I won't do it.” you said, pulling your hands away even his touch hurt too much.

“It won't happen again, it was a mistake she meant nothing to me.” he exclaimed as tears began to pool in his eyes.

Anakin couldn't live with the thought of you not being by his side.

“Then why did you do it? If  I   was so important, why was it so easy for you to betray my trust?” you asked, a tear finally escaping your eye.

“It was a moment of weakness,  I   was alone and she was there. It will never justify what  I   did but  I   want to move on from this, together.” he cried out finally you looked into his eyes.

“You, a trained Jedi, gave up what we built together, because you had a moment of weakness and instead of calling me you went to her.” you said more to yourself, everything just hurt.

Suddenly you zoned out, you thought you could do this.

You thought you could ask for the divorce and he’d agree but now you’d never felt more confused.

He sleeps with someone, ruins your marriage but doesn't want a divorce?

“We can go to cou-” he was rambling when you finally came back to the real world.

“You fucking asshole.” you said, turning to him.

“What?” he whispered, confused by your outburst.

“ I   have been whatever you asked me to be , when you were gone on missions  I   waited for you, late night meetings at the temple, dinners with the council, visits to naboo, whatever the case  I   waited like a love sick puppy right at the door until you came home.” you said.

“ I   went years, years Anakin like this because  I   loved you.” you said, wiping the tears away.

“Don't say it like that, don't say ‘loved’. You still love me, I know it.  I   can feel it.” he said as tears fell harder.

“ I   finally got my dream job and it required me to be away for a couple of days and god knows how long it took you to break.” you said, chuckling at the thought.

“ Love isn't enough Anakin, not when you were okay with hurting me this easily.” you said miserably as you covered your mouth trying to hold back the tears.

You were a second away from accepting your weakness and jumping into his arms.

But you knew you’d live on eggshells for the rest of your life and you couldn't do it.

Holding his head in his hands Anakin cried as he felt hopeless, all he wanted was to have you back in his arms yet you wanted him to leave.

He couldn't do it. Call him selfish but he couldn't live a life without you in it.

“Y/n-” Obi-wan paused before he took in the scene before him.

He knew what you’d plan to say but it was just his luck he walked in right when it was happening.

“No,   It's okay, we're done here. Can you go get the nurse? I need to get back to my room and pack my things.” you said as you cleared your throat and wiped your tears away.

“You're leaving?” Anakin asked as he looked up at you.

“ It's my last day,  I want to leave this place and start fresh.” you said as you tried to look anywhere but at him.

“Are you coming back to the house? It's still your home.” he said with the lightest glimpse of hope in his eyes.

Shaking your head you bit your lip as you looked at him, “That’s not my home anymore Anakin,  I   can't.” you whispered, looking away.

“Okay.”he whispered. “But  I   want you to know,  I   fought to make you mine once,  I  ‘ll do it again  I   promise you that.” he said as he took your face in his hand.

“Anakin.” you whispered as the tears began to fall.

“It’s okay,  I   know  I   hurt you and  I   pay for it everyday. I can't be with you.  I   love you Y/n Skywalker and  I   won't stop until  I   have you back.” he said as he kissed the top of your head and stood up passing by Obi-wan quietly.

Obi-wan quickly walked to you and sat where Anakin was just a couple seconds ago.

“Sweetheart,-” he began but you stopped him when you hugged him and cried into his shoulder, he was surprised you held up that long in front of Anakin, you had not been able to before just at the mention of his name.

“Why do  I   still love him, Obi?” you asked as you sobbed holding on tighter.

“Some things can't be changed Y/n, are you sure you can do this?” He asked partially because he knew how happy you two made each other and the other part because he hated seeing the two of you fall apart everyday.

“ I   can’t.” you  said as you tried getting yourself together.

“So? Why ask for the divorce then?” he asked, making you look at his face.

“ I   thought it's what he would want, if he wasn't happy with me anymore then maybe-” you began.

“That's where near the truth Y/n its Anakin were talking about, he chased you for 4 years before you finally gave in.” he said smiling softly.

“Everytime we were out on a mission he was moody and in a rush until he was standing at your door.” he added, making you smile.

“He may have been the biggest idiot on the planet and made a mistake but  I   think he sounded pretty sincere when he said he’d fight everyday until he had you back.” he said smiling at your puffy face.

“You think?” you smiled sniffling. “ I   just don't know if  I   could live a life with the thought that I'm going to walk in on him with someone else again. It hurts Obi so much.” you said looking down

“ I   know little one, but  I   also know that pushing him away hurts you too, tell me which one hurts more?” he asked, he already knew the answer he just wanted you to admit it to yourself.

Sighing you looked out the window, he was right and you hated him a little for it.

“ I   told him my lawyer would be speaking to him from now on.” you whispered.

“Ouch.” he said, making you chuckle.

“Help me get up, you never called the nurse and  I   need to get out of here before  I   go insane.” you said, you promised yourself a new beginning and you would get it, with the man you loved.

While you settled into Obi-wan's guest room Anakin was stuck in a building with a room full of men in suits.

“My client has no specific request, she just asks that we make this transition smooth.” your lawyer said to him as they slid a stack of papers over to Anakin's side.

“Anything you’d like to add to this Mr.Skywalker?” his lawyer said as he looked over to Anakin.

Anakin looked down at the papers and frowned when he saw your signature already there.

“She signed this already?” he said looking at your lawyers.

“Yes, we met about a week ago. She said she wanted to give you no hardships and to agree to whatever you asked.” he said, reading off a note that he’d taken down.

Even now you still made sure he was being taken care of, he did not deserve you in the slightest.

“God this is fucking insane.” he said as he rubbed his face with his hands.

“Mr. Skywalker.” his lawyer said.

Putting a hand up to stop him Anakin looked at your lawyer, “Can  I   take these home and bring them back to you?” he asked, dropping the pen.

“Sure, take all the time you need, we will be in touch.” Your lawyer said standing up and walking out the door.

Looking at your signature he clenched his jaw as a single tear fell down his face.

“ I  ‘m gonna need a couple days. I  ‘ll get these back to you when they are signed.” he said, nodding towards his lawyer as he stood up getting ready to leave.

“If it's of any help, her lawyer told me she ripped up the first two copies before she signed the third. But it took hours.” he said as he organized his things.

Anakin caught a small glimpse of hope when he heard that, but a part of him was still scared.

“Thanks.” Was all he said before walking out and heading home.

When he finally got home he looked around and realized he’d made a mess of the place, all the nice decorations and furniture you’d decorated with gone.

Destroyed in his moments of anger for hurting you.

You were right, this was no longer your home and it was his fault.

His impulsive weakness  ruined it all the way down to the decor.

Picking up the mess he made piece by piece eventually he was left with an empty room , the only thing left standing was the liquor cabinet.

Convenient.

Picking up a bottle of whiskey he decided he was gonna need a bit of liquid courage if he was going to sign these for you.

One thing led to another and he found himself on Obi-wan's front step.

He could already sense your angelic aura.

Smiling to himself he just sat there he hadn't knocked yet, he just wanted to feel your warm aura surrounding him again.

He wasn't wasted.

Just tipsy and in need of his girl.

Sitting down on the steps he looked down at the packet of papers in his hand again when the door suddenly opened.

“Anakin?” you breathed out as you watched the back of his head.

“ I  ‘m sorry,  I   know  I   shouldn't be here but  I   can't do it.” he chuckled.

Slowly you walked over to him and sat next to him wincing at the soreness.

“ I   thought it would make you happy to be free to be with whoever you wanted again.” you said as you watched kids run by.

“  I  ‘ve never been  more miserable in my life.” he chuckled, he looked and immediately regretted his joke when he saw your tears.

“ I  ‘m such an idiot  I‘m sorry Y/n you don’t deserve any of this.” he said panicking.

Suddenly you gave your body one last push into his arms and held on to him tightly.

Anakin didn't know if this was real or he’d accidentally drank more than he initially thought, but he held you tightly nonetheless overjoyed to have you back in his arms.

“ I   love you Ani,  I   never wanted this stupid divorce  I   just wanted you to be happy.” you said as you sobbed into his shoulder.

“Baby, my sweet girl, how could  I   ever want to live in a life without you, it would destroy me.” he whispered as he repeatedly kissed your head.

It all began to feel more and more real by the second.

By now the divorce papers had been long forgotten and in Satines flower fertilizer.

“Y/n, If you’ll have me  I‘d like to spend the rest of my life making it up to you as your husband. One day at a time, what do you say?” he asked as he pulled out your engagement ring and your wedding band.

Smiling down at them you smiled, “Yes, there's nothing  I‘d want more than you.” you whispered as you grabbed his chin and pulled him in for a kiss.

Sighing he finally felt complete again.

Before he could deepen the kiss you pulled away and looked at him.

“But  I   won't go back to that house,  I   can't.” you said but he smiled and took your hands in his.

“Doll we could move planets if you’d like,  I‘d follow you anywhere as long as  I‘m by your side.” he said, leading his head on your shoulder and taking in that mesmerizing scent you have.

“ I think another house will do for now, Ani.” you said giggling at him.

You were both so in the moment of reconciliation you didn't realize  Obi-wan had walked out.

“Well if you two are situated you can come back inside and start the house hunt. But first call the lawyers and tell them you made it up.” he said as he walked back in and sipped his tea.

Anakin pulled you up smiling as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

“Stuck,” kiss “With,” kiss “Me,” kiss  “Forever.” he said as he began leaving kisses all over your face as you giggled at the  butterflies building up in your stomach.

“Come on Ani, I think  I   saw a house somewhere nearby. If we're lucky we can be Obi’s next door neighbor.” you said pulling him in the house.

“ I don't think he’ll be fond of our late night talks when  I   have to see him at work the next day.” he whispered into your ear as he nibbled on it.

“Well I'm not the one that is gonna have to hear it.” you said as you kissed his cheek before walking off to call your lawyer.

“Can  I   say ‘told you so’ or is  it too early?” Satine said from the doorway.

Turning to look at her, Anakin smiled, “ I‘d say you're too late.”  he said smiling silently thanking her for helping him keep it together while the two of you were apart.

“Oh, and  I   already put in an offer for you guys next door, hope you don't mind Obi-wan and  I   soon to be newlyweds and all.” she said laughing as she walked away from Anakin's stunned face.

“What was that about?” you asked, walking back in.

“Nothing, come on, let's look at the place next door.” he said as he took your hand in his.

“ I   was thinking we call it a day and stay in?” you whispered as you walked towards the guest room.

“Oh Obi-wan is gonna love that.” he said smiling as he followed you.

“Love what?” Obi-wan said from the living room.

“Nothing! I'm tired. Anakin is helping me to my room.” you said as he picked you up and went up the stairs.

Giggling to each other you felt like it was your wedding night all over again as he carried you away to a new beginning.

[imagineimpact]

Could i request Diluc angst oneshot where reader and him get into a big disagreement or argument where Diluc makes them cry and feel really bad about themself so they go and end up hanging out with Kaeya a bit much cause he offered to cheer reader up and Diluc won't apologize. until he see's his s/o hanging out with Kaeya

I actually wrote 2 different versions of the ending for this, but this is the one I decided to go with! If you want the more angsty version do let me know.

Anyway,

Harsh Words

Diluc x Reader

Screaming. Yelling that could be heard throughout the Dawn Winery residence late into the night, heard only by the maids, the night security, and perhaps a late worker or two.

And of course, by the two individuals who held the voices.

It was rather unusual for the two of you to be at odds; and, on the occasion in which you were, it wasn’t nearly to this degree.

But the two of you were outright screaming at each other. It wasn’t even about one thing anymore - it was everything. Whatever you had been arguing about had reached the point of irrelevance; It never should have reached this point and you knew that, but you were under fire and you couldn’t stop.

All you knew was that this was Diluc’s fault, and that you couldn’t take this kind of argument.

“If you just thought about your actions for once-”

You cut him off, “Oh don’t try me with that, you’re the one treating me like I’m an idiot and trying to control my-”

“If you had just listened for once and been less of a selfish bitch then I wouldn’t have to!”

His words had cut far deeper than either of you had expected, and you physically recoiled at the words, a sudden wave washing over you which forced tears from your eyes. The truth in his words was irrelevant - It felt true, even if it wasn’t.

You turn away from him. In spite of your state, he makes no move toward you. None, not even to give you the slightest feel of any comfort. You knew - he wanted the words to cut through you.

You go to the door and slip on your shoes, leaving the room as fast as you humanly could.

You can’t take this anymore.

But you don’t make it past the front door. As if by telepathy, Diluc has two of his night security waiting by the door in a stance showing you that they’re ready to make sure you don’t leave. They block your path, silent in their menace. When you turn around, only then do you notice Adelinde and Hille quietly staring at you. Diluc’s footsteps down the stairs are a slow horror, an even pace which served to only emphasize that feeling of dread; Very easily, this felt like the perfect time to be murdered.

The drawl of footsteps approach, yet cease a few meters away - he’s far too distant to do anything himself. His eyes lock on yours, quietly assessing you.

“Diluc, let me leave.” You hiss through streaming tears. You nearly choke on the tension in the air.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. His eyes don’t show any expression, show any remorse or guilt, or even happiness. Truly, there is nothing in his eyes.

“Let me make myself clear: You are not leaving this premises in the middle of the night. Do you understand me?”

“Not even slightly.”

Silence. His eyes flicker, the way they do when he sees an abyss mage, or when Kaeya makes a comment that goes a little too far - pure anger.

“Adelinde, fix up the guest room.”

“No need. I’ll be leaving now.” You scoff.

Diluc tilts his head, peering over you and towards his security as if to say ‘don’t you fucking dare let them through’.

Then another look, and you feel yourself being pushed into the house again, the slam of the doors behind you.

A wave of anger washes over you, and you can’t help the excess of tears that fall, harder now than they had been before.

Diluc holds his ground, staring at you silently. You shake your head and look away, not sure what to do with yourself. Their staring puts you in pure disarray.

“Adelinde.”

“Yes, sorry.” She mutters, bowing and taking her leave in the direction of the guest bedroom in order to prepare it for you.

When she’s gone, you shake your head. “I’m not going to be sleeping.”

“Then stay in your room. I don’t care.” He huffs, turning away and wandering back up the stairs, his footsteps seeming less menacing now.

The argument was done.

Your eyes catch a light outside the window, seeming to exist a far distance away. Maybe it was the fire of a hilichurl camp.

What time was it? Surely the sun would be up soon anyway.

Fine. You would leave then, no matter what.

When you got to your room, you actually did manage to sleep. Not nearly enough; An hour was nothing in the long run, but it was still just slightly enough to not feel entirely exhausted.

Still, the sun was up when you arose, and you lay in the bed, uncertain as to what would happen when you left the room.

If Diluc wasn’t going to apologise, you wanted nothing to do with him.

So, after a little while of resting, it was a surprise to hear a knock at the door. You were summoned to breakfast. Nearly the entire time, you and Diluc sat across from each other - an oddity indeed considering he would always insist that he wanted you seated beside him - this time, however, you were as far from his as possible within the confines of the seated table. The usually empty seat felt hard beneath you, not softened by an everyday presence. Your usual seat to his right - where your plate had been placed before you had taken it to where you were now - was empty.

Neither of you could look into each other’s eyes. The silence, broken only by the light clinks of cutlery, felt burdenous.

You expected him to say something, anything really. You could barely eat the food on your breakfast plate, and without any words, you didn’t feel all too comfortable anyway. You let out a quiet sigh and stood up, tucking in your chair and lifting your plate to take it back to the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Diluc’s voice was quiet but the harshness in it was unmistakable.

“I’m not hungry.” You looked down at the plate in your hands. “I’m going to Mondstadt.”

Diluc stood up suddenly, pushing back his chair and stepping close to you. The sudden movement caused you to shutter slightly, and he pulled back a bit. Still, he tore the plate from your hands and placed it on the table. “When you return, be ready to have a serious conversation.”

Oh.

You opened your mouth to speak, but then huffed and turned away. “Right. I’ll look forward to getting yelled at again.”

Diluc scoffed, “Stop acting like a petulant child.”

“I’m not doing this right now, Diluc.” Your feet are moving before you can even think about it. This time, as you approached the door, no one was there to stop you. You left with no present company to watch over you, and you knew that today was going to be a long, long day.

——

Mondstadt thrives with life, as per usual. Because of how bright and pleasant the place is, any spec of gloom is extremely obvious on a day like this.

You took to the adventurers guild to take some commissions. Maybe killing some hilichurls or slimes would take your mind off of it all, or maybe just delivering some needed materials to someone.

The entire time you had been speaking to Katheryn, you felt eyes watching you, but you didn’t want to make it obvious you knew. Alas, it was only moments later that you startled at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder.

“No need to be so surprised.” The familiar voice chuckles beside you.

“Good morning, Kaeya.” You let out a soft sigh, the exhaustion of the day before wearing into you. You thanked Katheryn and turned your attention to Kaeya. His eyebrows twitched and his expression shifted as he studied you.

“What happened?” He asks rather blatantly, eyes clouding over. “Was it Diluc?”

You took a deep breath. “Wanna join me for commissions?”

Kaeya scans your eyes. “As long as you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Come on.” You nod, wandering out of Mondstadt with him.

The slowly falling night brought you back to Mondstadt. You agreed to go to the tavern with Kaeya, a subtle kind of thank you for spending time with you today. It wasn’t like you were doing anything else anyway.

The tavern was already busy before you got there, people crowding around for a nights drink. You subconsciously step towards Kaeya as if shading yourself away from the crowded atmosphere and he is wary of your proximity. He draws you to his side, a friendly notion, and steps inside before you.

Charles waves at you both from behind the counter. Kaeya quickly orders a round of drinks and takes you to a table away from the bar.

“Hey, look who’s been dragged in.” Rosaria wanders over, quietly making soft chatter with you. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to spend some time together.

Kaeya eventually wanders away, grabbing your drinks and bringing them back over.

Time seemed to dwindle away, the mindless chatter with your friends giving you more than ample distraction from anything else that might have been happening.

“Master Diluc! Didn’t expect to see you here today.” Charles’ voice rings out.

Of course, that wasn’t going to last long.

You lift your head slightly, tensing up. Diluc is scanning the room, twisting his wrist lightly as he speaks quietly to Charles; The words miss you. You freeze as your eyes lock. For just a moment you’re caught in that discerning gaze before he nods at you and turns back to talk to Charles. Kaeya draws your attention back away, and you slip back into your conversation, not wanting to deal with anything else.

“I’ll get another round.” Rosaria gets up and makes her way through the tavern, leaning over the bar and making another order for the table.

“How many are we on?” You ask, already flushed from the… how many glasses had you even had?

“Five.” Kaeya laughs, leaning on your shoulder. “But now that the killjoy’s here, he’ll stop us from having our well-earned fun.”

“I heard that.” Diluc scoffed, passing by you.

“Good.” Kaeya wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, more out of a delicate affection than anything else. Diluc’s eyes narrow at his brother, who just laughs in response.

“Get your hands off of-“

“Oh don’t worry, brother. I would never keep them somewhere they don’t want to be.” Kaeya mocks. “You, on the other hand, can’t say the same.” Even with his words, he loosens his hold on you and leans back a bit.

Rosaria returns with your round, greeting Diluc casually as she slips back into her seat. Your pissed off boyfriend wanders away back to his work.

It clicks in your hazy mind that the only reason he’s here is likely because you are. You laugh at the thought, then clink your tankard to the group and drink.

—

As the evening wears down, many people in the bar until it’s pretty much only your group and a few others left there. Diluc lets out a soft sigh as he watches you, trying to soften that jealous pounding of his heart. He takes a sip of his own drink - apple cider, of course. He could never slam back drinks the way that your group currently were. Where had the hours gone?

Oh, no. How many drinks had you had? Whatever was next, he swore to himself that he would make sure that it was watered down. At this rate, you were pretty much welcoming alcohol poisoning with open arms.

Kaeya, wobbly as ever, decides to be the one to approach the bar this time (mostly because Rosaria was leaning against the table, head folded into her arms as she groaned). Diluc shook his head. “No, no. The three of you will drink this whole tavern dry if I don’t stop you.”

“Oh, I’m not here to get any more.” He leans on the countertop. “I just want to know what the hell you did.” Kaeya motions over to you. You’re just giggling at Rosaria’s complaining, leaning over and patting her on the head.

“I’m not talking to you about this.” Diluc leans back, crossing his arms stubbornly.

“Suit yourself.” He straights up. “I should probably get her out of here before you say something stupid.”

“I’m not going to be saying anything stupid.” Diluc shakes his head, looking over the list of all the drinks you’ve had this evening. “You’re all wasted.”

“And yet, you haven’t said last call.”

Seemingly to spite him, DIluc immediately does. He signals over to Charles to round up the remaining people. He knew to leave you last.

Kaeya’s laugh is enough to haunt him. “You make this right, Diluc.” He runs his finger over the counter. “Otherwise I will.”

“Get out of my sight.”

The cavalry captain laughs again, then wanders over to your table. He practically drags Rosaria back up, but she pushes away from him and made her own way to the counter - always a good spirit, she paid for her own portion of drinks and left. Being a nun, she probably didn’t need to use the money elsewhere.

Kaeya was two steps away from just carrying you out the door, but through his drunk mind he finds the clarity to understand just how absolutely inappropriate that would be to do, especially in front of Diluc. Alas, you lean on his shoulder as he assists your steps.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Diluc’s voice calls out, as if to stop you both.

“Usual billing.” Kaeya calls back.

“No, no.” You both look back at him. He shifts on his feet, eyes locking with yours. “I’ll be damned if you go home with him.”

“Then damned you are.” You roll your eyes, turning away.

He calls your name softly. “Step away from him. Come here.”

You take a deep breath. “I am so glad I don’t have to remember any of this.”

Diluc places a glass of water in front of you. “Drink this. You wreak of alcohol.”

“And you wreak of your hatred.” You sit down in front of him, knowing that it wasn’t about to get better.

Diluc’s eyes flicker up to Kaeya. “Get out.”

“Not happening.”

“Kaeya, this doesn’t concern you.”

“Their safety is more than enough concern.”

“It’s alright, Kaeya, just wait outside.” You pipe in, not wanting even more stress.

Kaeya agrees, quietly slipping out the door. Charles is told to escort him away, an act which may have varying success.

Either way, you sat in front of Diluc, not sure what exactly to say to him.

“I’m tired, Diluc. I’m tired of this. I can’t put up with-“

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out, interrupting you. “Please, hear me out.”

“I’m not going to remember-“

“Then I’ll tell you again when you will.” He leans over the counter, not wanting to be apart from you. He calls your name again, as if to hold your attention, “Can we talk about this?”

“I think we talked about this already.” You groan. “Yesterday, plenty of yelling. The Maids and guards can confirm.”

Diluc takes a long breath out. You lift the glass of water and take an even longer sip.

Maybe the barrier of the counter between you made you feel better. But, as tears sprung to your eyes, you felt so, so much worse.

“Do you hate me?” You ask, your voice squeaking. “Do you want to break up with me.”

“No, Y/N.” He reaches for your hands, but you had pushed your stool too far away from him beforehand that he couldn’t. He circles around the bar and gently grabs both of your hands, soft enough in his hold for you to be able to pull away. “Don’t ever say that. I love you.”

“Then, why?” You sob, turning your face away from him, hands still in his. “Why did you yell at me? Why wouldn’t you talk to me this morning?”

“I…“ Diluc stops himself, taking a deep breath. “I was angry. We were both angry.” He shifts, pulling out a stool and sitting in front of you. “I wasn’t acting rationally.”

“When you said you wanted to talk this morning, what were you going to say?”

Diluc hesitates, gripping your hands just a little bit harder. “I was going to ask… I was going to ask if you were happy.” He admitted, quietly. “But I can’t do that. I can’t put you through that.”

You tug him toward you, pulling his hands close to your face. “Why would you say that? I love you.” You sob into his soft skin.

He takes his hands away from your gently, slipping them around your waist and pulling you close to him, into his lap. He tightens his grip. “I’m sorry.” He repeats. “I’m so sorry. I never want you to cry.” He feels his heartbeat heavily in his chest, a distraught washing over him. “Don’t ever destroy yourself like this again.” He runs a hand over your back.

You don’t say anything. You’re way too drunk for many more coherent thoughts to pass your lips. You lift your head and plant a soft kiss on his cheek, and he softly kisses your forehead, pulling you back to his chest so that you don’t try to kiss him anymore - He wasn’t about to let that happen, you were far too drunk.

Diluc was ashamed of his thoughts. His guilt, rising only when he saw you in the present company of his brother, showing affection and finding comfort anywhere except for him. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, nor to you, but as you cried into his shoulder, he couldn’t help the wave of disappointment in himself that washed over. Why could he never be there for the people who needed him most?

“Come on, finish your water, let’s get you home.” He insists, though he holds you tightly still until you stir.

You take the water, sipping it with a slight indignance. He would have to apologize to you again in the morning, but he would do anything to get you to trust him again.

(Part 2 here)

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i’m sooo obsessed with your entire page holy moly. if you’re taking requests can i get kinda an angst one where the reader is with jj and finds out him and kie have been doing stuff behind her back, and the rest of the group knew the whole time? so she ends up getting close to rafe and hanging out with his friends so it eventually ends up with rafe x reader??? sorry that’s so long lol pls never stop writing, i love your fics too much <3

All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader x JJ Maybank

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her 

Warnings: Cheating, substance, mentions of sex, jealous Rafe, JJ & Kie being an asshole

A/N: Thank you so much for the amount of love I received from my last two works! It has been so overwhelming and I love each one of you with all my heart <3

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p.p.s, so sorry if this isn’t my best work :(

“Come on, (Y/N), don’t be a party pooper!”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as she pulled her best friend aside from all the commotion, “Sarah. I’m serious. I feel like he’s cheating on me.”

“He’s not!” Sarah groaned, and when (Y/N) gave her a look, she sighed. “I’m serious. He loves you too much, okay? Look, tomorrow’s your birthday, right? I’m sure JJ’s just ignoring you as a part of your birthday surprise.”

(Y/N) wanted to believe her so bad, but she couldn’t deny the strong feeling growing inside her. Ever since a month ago, JJ wasn’t there for her like always. When she tried to hold him in the van or at the Chateau, he would flinch and scoot away from her. She didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Look-” Sarah cupped her face, her eyes boring into hers. “I promise that he’s not cheating on you. Can you please let this go? How about you go and find him, have a smoke, and then come back to me with the verdict?”

(Y/N) hummed back in response, thinking about what Sarah had just told her. When she first moved to Obx from the city 4 years ago, she had been spending most of her time with the other kooks. When she bumped onto JJ one particular evening while he was too busy mowing down her lawn, that was when most of her happiest days started. 

(Y/N) made her way towards the far end of the beach where JJ and the other pogues were hanging out, her feet lightly patting against the hot sand. (Y/N) took a deep breath when she saw the love of her life laughing on a log, and quickly walked towards him.

“Hey,” she started, sitting on the empty space beside him. JJ shifted, giving her more space, and muttered a quick ‘hi’ back. He offered her a beer, to which she shook her head to, and he shrugged before downing the whole content.

“You’ve got some beer here,” (Y/N) said, leaning forward to wipe the tiny droplet on his chin. JJ hurtled backwards as if on cue, and quickly wiped the stain with the back of his hand. (Y/N) stared at him, being caught off guard, but decided to not create any drama.

“You really don’t have to do that,” (Y/N) muttered, wrapping her cardigan over her tighter. The cold night air swept over her, causing her hair to fall over her shoulders. She didn’t bother to fix it as she watched JJ scoffed, the fire in front of them reflecting on the surface of his blue eyes.

“Do what? Wipe my mouth? Come on, (Y/N), it’s really not that big of a deal,” JJ sighed. He didn’t even bother to hold her hand, to reassure her that it’s really okay, and instead he continued his conversation with John B about some kind of a movie. She noticed Pope looking at their way, but he quickly turned to look at the waves when she returned his gaze.

“Do you want to smoke?” she tried again, this time with her hands on his lap. He didn’t move, and (Y/N) took this as a good sign, her heart fluttering happily. 

It’s progress.

“You sure?” he asked, fumbling with his back pocket to reach for his extra blunt. When he grasped the rolled up herbs between his fingers, he handed it to her, smiling when she scooted closer. He lighted it for her, watching her took a deep huff before blowing the smoke.

“That’s good?” he asked before taking a blow for himself. He felt his heavy mind getting lighter, the weight he has been holding since forever slowly lifting into the air. He laughed, and turned to look at the state of the girl beside him.

“Thank you, baby,” (Y/N) smiled, this time with her head on his shoulder. She saw Pope looking at them with some kind of a heavy look again, but just like before, he turned away before she could ask him anything. 

“Pope?” 

Pope’s attention from the crashing waves turned completely to (Y/N), his eyes wide and his mind panicking. His eyes glanced to the blonde boy beside her for a second, but it settled back to her. “Yes?”

“You’re okay? You keep looking at me. Is there anything that you want to tell me?”

“Me?” he pointed to his chest, and when he saw the look on JJ’s face, he laughed, making an action of swatting his hands against the air. “Oh no. I was just thinking about something else. I guess I involuntarily looked at you.”

(Y/N) laughed with him, her head still on JJ’s shoulder, her eyes slowly squinting against the glowing fire that seemed to be too bright. She turned to whisper to JJ, “Can we go home?”

“Tonight? But It’s Bonfire night. We can’t leave yet,” he protested, glancing at both of his friends for help. Pope, not wanting to spend anymore time with them anymore, quickly stood up from his seat and walked towards the main space of the party. 

“I’m gonna go with Pope, okay? Find Sarah. Go and talk to her? I’ll call you later,” JJ quickly added, standing up from his seat, stirring (Y/N) from her previous position. She sighed, her head still woozy, but she didn’t want to think about the possibility of him cheating on her.

He wanted her first, it’s just not possible for him to suddenly lose feelings for her. The countless times he would tell her that he loves her, that she’s the only girl he will ever mark as his, and now nothing?

She groaned, kicking the sand, all while the muffled music thrumming against her eardrums. She turned to look at John B, the only guy left with her, and opened her mouth to say something.

“Do you see the problem, John B?” she asked, her voice slow. When he didn’t reply, she sighed again, this time standing up from her seat to return to the ongoing party. “This is exactly the fucking problem.”

She didn’t understand; why is everyone treating her differently? What did she do? She sacrificed almost everything to be apart of their group, including her relationship with her kook friends. At that moment, she longed for her bedroom, where she knew she will be totally safe, all cuddled up with Netflix to enjoy.

“If it isn’t the princess,” a voice said from behind her back, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes before turning to look at the source. The tall figure of Rafe Cameron loomed over her, and (Y/N) tried to block his scent of cigarette and expensive cologne. She never really stopped liking his smell.

The Camerons and her family are business partners, and that was the core reason for her family to move to Obx in the middle of July 4 years ago. Meeting Sarah and her siblings for the first time, she couldn’t deny the strong attraction she felt towards the oldest sibling, but she had thought of it as nothing more than a silly crush and tried to focus more on her relationship with a certain blonde boy living on the other side of the island.

“You can take a picture, it’ll last longer that way,” he smiled, and (Y/N) groaned when she could hear the amused tone lacing in his gruff voice. She made to walk away, but was halted by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist.

“Come on, I was just playing. That’s not the way to treat an old friend,” he laughed, letting go of her. He looked around her, noticing her odd behaviour, and suppressed his smile. “Where’s the boyfriend?”

“I don’t know,” she finally replied, and returned the gesture of looking around him. “Where’s the girlfriend?”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back as his hair messily slicked to the back. “Girlfriend? I don’t do girlfriends. Come on, (Y/N), you know that.”

“Not a surprise,” she said in a singing tone, giving her attention towards the dancing bodies next to the speaker. “Look, Rafe, just say whatever you want to say to me, okay? I’m tired of trying to figure out what people wanted to say to me.” 

“I just want to make a conversation,” he shrugged, chugging down his beer before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His actions reminded her of JJ, and she quickly looked away when she felt a pang of hurt across her heart.

“Uh-oh, I know that look,” Rafe said, tugging her chin to force her to look at him. (Y/N) grunted, feeling his cold skin against hers, but she let him stare into her eyes before quickly pulling away. “Yeah. It’s that look you’ll put when you’re worried about something. What’s up?”

“Rafe, it’s really nothing,” she sighed, scooting away from the boy. She looked around again, and her eyes landed on a certain blonde boy, and she could feel her heart soaring up again. Rafe’s eyes followed her gaze, and when he saw JJ, he turned to look away.

“I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Rafe replied, already making his way towards the keg station.  (Y/N) noticed the change in his behaviour, seeing how cold he turned, but decided not to mention it. She was being cold towards him first, so she guessed it was fair for him to be acting that way. 

Rafe didn’t understand how blind she could be. Couldn’t she notice the pattern of the girls he fucked? How they all looked so similar to her? 

He scoffed, sipping from his red cup as he watched her walk towards the boy that stole her from him. Everything was going perfect; they were hanging out almost every day; just her and Rafe, either it was in his swimming pool or (Y/N)’s hot tub. When her father had hired JJ Maybank to mower his lawn, that was when everything went downhill. 

“Cameron,” a voice greeted from beside him, and when he turned to look at the figure, he expressed a sly smirk.

One more person that looked like her.

. . .

JJ’s phone was beside her.

She kept telling herself no, that she should trust him since they are in a relationship, but her brain was yelling for her to go through his phone.

He’s cheating on you.

She groaned, unable to contain herself anymore as she grabbed his phone, looking around briefly before typing his passcode. 

The phone vibrated in her hands as she failed to guess his passcode, and she frowned before the screen. It had been her birthday’s date, so why wouldn’t it open? She tried again with their anniversary date, and again, was met with the same fate.

“What the fuck?” she said to no one in particular, and sighed before trying out random numbers. Lastly, she pressed all 1, not thinking much of it and already accepting her defeat. She exclaimed in happiness when his home screen appeared with his background a picture of a dog.

(Y/N) frowned again, remembering how it used to be a picture of them, but decided to not question it as their picture had been replaced by a dog instead of something else. She went through his Instagram, scroling down the many direct messages, through his Imessages; where he texts the pogues a lot and through his Snapchat, only finding their private pictures in his ‘my eyes only’.

She released the breath she didn’t realise she was holding, shutting the phone off and letting it lay in its previous position. She smiled, secretly cursing at herself for ever doubting JJ. He must’ve been busy with his life, just-

Ding!

Involuntarily, (Y/N) picked up the phone and watched as Kie’s name appeared. She typed in his passcode quickly, trying to see what she needs so that she could try and help her with anything in case if it’s urgent. Her heart stopped for a minute when she saw her text.

Kie: You’re sleeping with her tonight?

Why would she even text him that?

(Y/N) sat up straighter, her fingers gliding across the screen in a swift motion.

wdym?

She watched as the typing signal appeared, biting the insides of her cheeks. She looked at the direction of the toilet again, hearing the blonde boy humming to a Nirvana song. She looked at the screen again.

Kie: You promised me you would be with me tonight

Kie: Just us two

Oh my god.

She could feel the hot tears coming in, but her bathroom door creaked open, so she threw the phone back to its initial position and cleared her throat, looking to the ceiling and randomly muttering words to herself.

“Huh?” JJ asked, looking at the direction she pointed. He saw nothing, and looked back to her. 

“I said white’s not the color anymore. I think I’m changing it to grey. What do you think?” She asked, feeling her throat hurting. She cleared her throat again as JJ stared at the ceiling one more time, his face all scrunched up.

“I think grey’s okay?” He said, but it was more to a question. He took his phone and sat beside her, shielding his screen from her. She watched him from the corners of her eyes, silently interpreting his strange demeanor. 

She cursed when it finally hit her; she hadn’t delete her text to Kie.

She bit her lips, curling her toes and randomly tracing circles on her lap. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t see clearly, she couldn’t think.

How could she forgot to delete that one, single text? 

“I have to go,” JJ stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket. (Y/N) looked at him, ready to ask if she could follow, but halted her action when he put a hand up.

“I’m seeing John B. Something about, um, Sarah stuff. Just me and Pope. The boys,” he muttered, clearly trying to tell her that he wouldn’t be bringing her to the Chateau. (Y/N) nodded, feeling her heart sank, because she finally understood everything;

The glances he would give to Kie in the HMS Pogue, the brief moments where he would put his hands around Kie’s waist when he tries to slip in between her and someone, the flirtatious laugh he’ll emit when she makes a joke - it all made sense.

(Y/N) used to think that it was all just friendly behaviour and how he had known her longer hence it must’ve been normal for best friends to do that. One thing that (Y/N) likes about herself is how she’s able to guess things correctly - 

But she had never wanted to be so wrong about something before.

“You’re okay by yourself tonight?” 

“Huh?” She finally looked up to him, seeing his blue eyes staring straight into her boring ones. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he smiled, proceeding towards the open window to exit her bedroom. (Y/N) ‘s father would never give his blessings towards this relationship, so he had to enter and exit his girlfriend’s room through the window. 

He hesitated before reaching the seating girl, placing a soft but immediate kiss on her cheeks. (Y/N) smiled weakly in return, not trusting herself to say anything.

How could he?

Ten minutes after his departure, (Y/N) quickly grabbed her father’s car keys before fleeing after a particular black motorcycle. She didn’t even think about turning the car radio on, and her mind was set on only one thing; JJ and Kie.

When she arrived at the Chateau, her fingers trembling and her hair all over the place from the wind while she was driving down the road, forgetting to close the window, she quickly made her way to their usual hanging out place.

Before she could enter the room, Pope’s voice interrupted her actions.

“(Y/N)? What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes widening. He looked at her palm around the doorknob, and let out a nervous laugh. “You’re looking for JJ? He’s not here.”

She gets it now.

“Pope, I know,” was all she said before opening the door. 

She felt her world shattering right after she was greeted with the sight of Kie on JJ’s lap, running her fingers through his blonde locks while she kissed him tenderly like  (Y/N) always did. John B and Sarah were right next to him, cheering him on, but stopped when they finally looked up to the looming figure.

“Oh my god,” Kie exclaimed, pushing herself off JJ and fixing her hair. (Y/N) made a look, disgust filling every inch of her body as she quickly walked away from the scene, not wanting to hear any apologies or explanation.

None of that mattered to her; she just wanted to go home.

“(Y/N)!” she heard him yell, but she exited the Chateau as fast as her feet could take her, not stopping to look at him. She cursed when she couldn’t find the right key to open her door, her fingernails clanking against the metal.

“It was a dare!” JJ said, right after he reached her. He watched as she didn’t pay any attention towards him, still fumbling for her keys. “I swear! The kiss was just a dare!”

“Was the text a dare as well?” she asked, finally putting the right key into the keyhole and stepping into the car. JJ cursed and stepped aside, feeling drained and tired from the screaming.

Of course he didn’t send the ‘wdym’. He never like short forms, only using them when he is in the toilet and typing with his left hand. Why didn’t he realised this sooner?

“I’m sorry,” he said, but before he could say anything else, the girl drove straight towards the exit, away from him. 

The worst part of all wasn’t about not having a chance to explain himself to get out of the mess he made, but it was when he saw the pained look on her face. 

“Fuck!” he yelled, kicking a stone and making his way back towards the Chateau. 

(Y/N) fingers scrolled down the many contacts in her phone as she tried to focus on the road simultaneously, and finally stopping when she reached the letter ‘R’ contacts. 

She tapped on the first name under the R letter, putting the phone call on speaker and placing her phone on her lap. She shuddered, suddenly remembering the way she had found JJ and Kie in, but shook her head when his voice filled the atmosphere.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Rafe.”

-

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A Bad Idea

Characters: Armitage Hux x reader

Summary: Armitage Hux just generally being Armitage Hux and having difficulty allowing himself to have feelings.

Word Count: 1419 words

Prompt: 😳 An unexpected kiss 🤬 blurting out a confession of love in a stressful moment 😬 I only realized how important you are to me after we were separated

A/N: This is for the incredible @mylifeisactuallyamess as part of my ‘build-a-blurb’ follower celebration.

This was a bad idea. In fact, Armitage Hux would go so far as to say this was a terrible idea. It would never work. He was a General. He was your General! You were his Captain. This was possibly the worst idea that had ever crossed his mind. Repeatedly. That was why he had put together your transfer, he could not have you around to distract him any more than you had. He needed to focus. That is to say, he needed to focus on his job and not how becoming you looked in your uniform as you swept onto the bridge. Yes, he and you would be a really bad idea, and he would tell you as much just as soon as your lips left his, although he hoped that might take a while.

The kiss had caught him off guard, he had believed his feelings to be entirely one sided. True, you had flirted with him, but he was your superior officer, and you were bright and talented and beautiful, stunning really, luminous, gorgeous… his thoughts had once more escaped him as you swept into his office. Armitage had been so caught up in how the light appeared to caress your face, that he hadn’t anticipated you gripping the lapels of his coat and pulling him down as your lips found his. It may have taken his mind a moment to catch up to the situation, but his body had been prepared, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you closer as he eagerly returned your kiss.

The euphoria was only tempered by that voice in his head that repeated this was a really bad idea. You were leaving. He had set wheels in motion, and you were on your way to the shuttle, putting so much distance between the two of you that you may as well be dead.

You pulled away, smoothed his coat, and without saying a word you left. Armitage leaned back against his desk, his lips still tingling from your assault, his heart still racing. His fingers came up to graze his lips. That had been… unexpected, but perhaps a fitting goodbye. Now he could forget about you. He didn’t need to wonder how it would feel to hold you close, to kiss you, because he’d done that now. No. He could now put this terrible idea to rest and move on with his life.

He should have forgotten you by now. He had tried everything he could to banish you from his mind, and yet you lingered there, invading his dreams, infiltrating his thoughts. It was infuriating. Armitage had even relented and taken an evening for himself, finding himself sitting in this dimly lit establishment nursing his drink. Scantily clad employees meandered around the booths as the brightly lit entertainment on the stage sought to capture their client’s attention. The rhythmic thrum of the music, the gyrating bodies, the smell of sex in the air, was all supposed to take his mind off his problem, but it only seemed to highlight it, especially when one of the figures in his periphery looked like you.

His heart began to race, even though he knew it couldn’t possibly be you. Perhaps paying for negotiable affections for the evening would be a solution, he could imagine it was your lips, your body, you wanting him. The thought resonated in his mind for a few moments before he decided that would only make worse what was already insufferable. He needed to let whatever this thing was between you go. Then again, he needed a distraction. Turning his head, he indicated to the person who resembled you to join him. It may be a terrible idea, but it was the only one he had.

Returning to the shuttle a few hours later, Hux was angry with himself. He felt like he had betrayed you. Your kiss was no longer the last he’d shared, and he mourned that loss. He had traded a perfect experience for something that did not even compare. The encounter had ended up with him taking them from behind, pressing them forcefully up against the wall, fucking out his frustrations that they were not you. Even his release seemed anticlimactic. He’d thrown some credits on the bed, dressed as quickly as he could, and left.

Sitting in the shuttle as it returned to the ship, Armitage found himself feeling that sending you away was the first in a huge list of mistakes he had made. He felt empty and dirty, definitely not the man you had known. The man you had kissed would not have paid for sex to fill the void of not having you by his side. He wanted nothing more than to climb into your embrace, to slip back into that memory of you kissing him in his office, but it felt tainted now. He had ruined the last thing he had of you, and that made him feel sick.

Sitting at his desk, Hux had been staring at his datapad for quite some time. It was the list of transfer requests, the many members of The First Order who wanted the prestige of working alongside the elite. He usually cast his eye over the list every so often, blacklisting those who were over eager, but this time a familiar name had made him pause. You wanted to come back? Why? Did you know about his misguided dalliance? That thought was like diving into an ice bath. No, you couldn’t possibly know about that, nobody knew.

His finger hovered over the request. He knew you were a good officer, a credit really, and you would certainly be an asset. It would be the right thing to do, for the Order and for himself. You and him, might be a bad idea, but maybe that was what he needed.

Since your return, Hux had been careful to avoid you. It was enough knowing you were on the same ship. Unfortunately for him, when he strode out into the docking bay to get into the shuttle for the latest mission, his eyes met yours amongst the assembled entourage. He gave you a curt nod as he passed by, hoping that he had the strength of will not to look at you for any length of time.

This was supposed to be a simple meeting, but of course Ren had to get involved. What had been a carefully crafted political maneuver had somehow become a firefight leaving Hux and his convoy running for their lives. Running was not something Hux enjoyed, neither was defeat.

He skidded to a halt at the mouth of a dark alley, eyeing it suspiciously for a second before he saw you turn a corner, obviously being pursued. Grabbing your arm, he pulled you into the darkness after him, pushing you into a narrow alcove before also pressing himself into the small space without thinking. Survival had been his main concern, but now as his body registered just how yours fit against his, he swallowed thickly.

His heart was racing as he looked into your eyes, his breathing heavy from the sudden exertion. This was a mistake, his brain screamed, but so what if it was? Trying to be perfect was exhausting and you were soft, warm, inviting, intoxicating. Giving into these feelings may make worse what was already pretty bad, may affect his concentration and his judgement, but right now, he was struggling to find a reason why that would outweigh having you this close to him any time he wanted. As long as you were discrete, as long as this secret was safe, then why not lean into it? Would it be so bad to find a little bit of love? Something that was his and his alone?

He felt your hands come to rest against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. This felt so right, how could it be a bad idea? Being with you made sense and it seemed his body had come to the same conclusion as he rested his forehead against yours, taking a stuttering breath.

“I love you.” He whispered, partly because he didn’t want you to be discovered, but mostly because he was terrified those three words would send you running away, or worse, laughing at him.

“I love you too.” You murmured as your lips ghosted over his, and in that moment, Armitage knew this was the best mistake he would ever make in his life.