#╳◥▆▇⎡ i never asked for any of what i was given; but i took it regardless ⎦( main verse I )

[kleptokure]

Eyes On The Prize *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Shadow Milk Cookie x GN!Reader

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Traveling came natural to you, as staying in one place for an extended amount of time led you to get fidgety. You cannot be chained to one mere kingdom, and you believe must explore all of Earthbread!

As of right now, you are on your umpteenth trip. An adventure to a place most cookies advised you to avoid, which is none other than Beast-Yeast.

But who are they to tell you where to and not to go? Spirit is hard to break, and you made sure to show them that. You trusted you would do a quick exploration of the geography, then check it off your bucket list.

Now, you fall flat in knowing why you were adamant this was a good idea. Exploring was easier said than done. The map of the mysterious land is not even complete! You set yourself up for failure, and you wish to travel back to regions more cheerful.

Alas, that option is unavailable. You find yourself disoriented, now walking along a trail while also uncertain of its destination.

Up ahead of the pathway, you spot a Barrel Inn! Quickening your pace to make your way towards the safe space, you feel the slightest sense of being watched all of a sudden.

Turning around to look through the eerie branches stemming from the trees, you find no one to suspect. Fatigue must've taken its course on your dough, so you dismiss the idea. The thought of a jug filled with cream root beer occupies more space in your mind.

Opening the door to the Inn, you see quite a few of patrons. It comes as surprising, since the lone cookie you've come across is some lazy caramel cookie who has the ability to change between cookie to chameleon.

You opted to sit in the furthest corner, as you would rather avoid conversation with anyone here. You are unsure about whom you can trust in a place like this.

Despite that, once you take the first sip of your given carbonated drink, a cookie takes their seat next to you.

"Hey, you!" They immediately spoke, a boisterous tone taking place in their words. It was clear they were inebriated from the audible hiccups that followed.

"Did you know that... there are beasts here?" That serves as typical drunken talk, causing you to avoid giving responses

"It... It's true! The beasts are real, and you might find one in these parts..." The drunk cookie expressed as if they knew you regarded their speech as imaginary.

"If you feel like yur being watched, then you're already their next victim!" That statement is what causes you to feel anxious.

Before you could ask any questions, the cookie left within the moment you turned to them. You were curious, as you still recall the moment before you stepped inside the tavern.

Then you sense a tap on your shoulder, causing you to startle. Diverting your gaze, you turn to see a cookie with milky light blue hair flowing down to her dress. Not to mention her mismatched colored eyes, which were a pair to gape at.

"I'm sorry to be a bother, but could you be a dear and help me?" Her velvet voice questioned, stating her rationale for the sudden intrusion.

"What is it?" There is not much left to do on your schedule, besides getting back home, which looks to be unattainable. It wouldn't hurt to assist her.

Although, you do remember the intoxicated cookie's words. But could the dainty lady standing near have much of a possibility to be a beast?

No, that sounds like utter nonsense. Your exhaustion must be causing you to find truth in that strange cookie's words.

"I fear I've dropped my basket along the way, and a few cake hounds decided to reclaim my carrier as their own," she said with a defeated tone.

"Surely a strong cookie like you would be able to assist me?" Her voice took on an unexpected high pitch that one would consider abnormal. Would it be a risk to assume she's flirting with you right now? Beast-Yeast never fails to live up to its unusual traits..

"Um... Sure. Lead the way," you accepted, much to her favor. There were little opportunities to finish your beer, but oh well.

Wandering across the familiar pathway, you decide to start up some small talk with the cookie.

"So, what's your name?" You asked, walking beside the cookie.

"It's... Blueberry Milk Cookie!" She sounded eager to make the announcement.

"Nice to meet you, Blueberry Milk Cookie. I’m [Name] Cookie," you stated.

"Even your name is quite grand..." she mutters to herself.

"What was that?"

"Huh? Oh, there's my basket!" Averting your attention, Blueberry Milk Cookie points ahead.

Preparing to fight, you stare towards a clear area, just to the right of the path you both walk.

But there lacks the cake hounds you expected to see, leaving you with confusion.

"Oh, looks like they left. Isn't that nice?" Blueberry Milk Cookie advances over to her basket with a casual step. Her demeanor so easygoing makes you find it hard to believe there were any hostile creatures here in the first place.

"Blueberry Milk Cookie... Were there any cake hounds here to begin with?" She can hear the doubt in your tone, making her hold back laughter.

Basket in hand, the lax cookie walks far closer than she should, pushing your subconscious to make you take a few steps back.

"Of course there was. What, do you think I'm a liar...?" Feigning her offense, Blueberry Milk Cookie allows a pout to take place on her face.

Her eyes, which you once found beautiful, now seem unsettling with the way they peer at you. A part of you does not want to upset the young lady, just to avoid any further conflict.

"No, I believe you," you reassure. A pleased smile graces her face, and her expression returns to normal, as if her prior abnormality was never here nor there.

"Good. Well, I'll be going now. Thank you for your assistance, dearie. Ta-ta!" Blueberry Milk Cookie plants a kiss on your cheek, sending a sweet smile your way after. Her way of a thank you, your guess. Now there sneaks a tinge of guilt for finding her strange.

You would let your suspicions go, but the way the cookie progresses into the trees like it was rountine causes to increase your distrust. There is no way any shelter took place in the direction she went.

It matters not, since you doubt you'll find any additional encounters with her.

Time to continue with your journey of finding your way home. Hopefully all of the activities from today are shut out from your mind by then.

Shadow Milk Cookie cannot help but giggle, the rush of another successful trick flowing through his dough. You are just the cutest thing!

Really, you did most of the work for him. All he needed to do was take on another form, one of a elegant cookie anyone would be eager to please, and you followed him like a sheep to a shepard. Though his more average traits did slip out nearing the end, you slumped in pointing it out. Maybe you kinda dig it!

He happened to stumble upon your presence. It was an accident, truly. Shadow Milk Cookie has far more significant matters to tend to, yet would it be so bad to put you somewhere on his agenda? Your appearance is quite to his liking. He cannot just leave you be on your merry way.

You would slot in perfectly like a piece in his puzzle of a Spire! Not alongside his other assistants, though. Perhaps something more, a relationship that he doesn't take part in often.

That could only be if you behave to his standards. Yet Shadow Milk desires to label you an exception just from the lone interaction you both share. Such a charmer you are, huh?

At the moment, only one of his morphs have been revealed to you. Said form leans on the tamer side, yet that will diminish over time. Shadow Milk Cookie wants to see just how far he can push you! How joyous a new toy can be.

Stalking you from the shadows, he can catch the look of lostness in your eyes. Another humble traveler adrift in the twists and turns of Beast-Yeast. What a pity.

But fear not, as Shadow Milk Cookie will be your guide back home. Remember to express your gratitude!

Though it is not your idea of home, but his, which is none other than his lively Spire of Deceit. No need to worry, growing accustomed to the tower comes within a matter of time.

For the time being, Shadow Milk Cookie will be peeping from between the trees, awaiting the ideal moment to stage his next trick. The jester wishes for you not to spot out the anomalies, otherwise his entire act will be spoiled! A few cards of tomfoolery in his deck haven't been played yet. Play along, why don’t you?

Your back is pressed up against a tree, your legs laying flat on the grass beneath you. Walking any longer sounds like a nightmare, due to the fact that your legs grow sore from the little progress you've completed.

With the thoughts of dread being cut short, you feel an abrupt poke to your left. The unanticipated touch jolts you back to life, causing your eyes to dash up.

The being that poked you was not a cookie, but a... cream sheep? At least that goes as your guess. The names of creatures in Beast-Yeast might contrast to those in Crispia, but it is still a fluffy sheep at the end of the day.

Inspecting the surroundings, you find there to be no companions with the lone sheep. Perhaps a stray from its family, just as lost as you are.

With more proper posture, you raise your hand to pat the wooly animal. The sheep releases sounds of comfort, pressing its head further into your hand. The fleece is the closest material you've had to a pillow, which brings you more ease.

The curious creature licks your cheek, a sign of appreciation from your affection. This claims the spot of the most enjoyment you've received in Beast-Yeast. Though that gets interrupted when you notice a certain feature.

This sheep... They have quite the pair of eyes once you pay attention to them. You fail to gawk this time around, as you believe you've seen more than enough of the contrasting colors in their icing.

The chances of heterochromia in a cookie is rare enough, but in a sheep of all beings? This is no coincidence. Either it be cookies with clashing eye colors are quite common here and you are just uneducated, or you have the right to be apprehensive because there is in fact something, or someone after you.

You find yourself having little interest in being here any longer, having gained a new sense of hope to escape this maze of a place.

The cream sheep is confused when the soothing touch of your hand disappears. Looking up at you, the sheep is only met with your figure sprinting away. How rude, you forgot to say goodbye!

Shadow Milk Cookie is left behind, an appalled expression plastered onto his mammal face. He cannot believe his stunt failed to work! He is quite literally, ehem, DECEIT! How can one not be filled with flattery to be given a chance to fall for his tricks? Such individuality you have... Or it just be his eyes, which are stubborn to change with the rest of his appearance.

A rule breaker here and there always entices him. You best be able to live up to your rebel characteristics. Shadow Milk would be disappointed to see you flop like the rest. The entertainer needs to be entertained every once in a while.

With a whirl, Shadow Milk Cookie reverts into his infamous appearance, one he's more acquainted with. Devoting himself into a being as small as a cream sheep disgusts him. Although there was one thing he favored about the animal.

It's common for cookies to give a pat or more to an animal they come across, yet it still surprised him when you kept the same for him.

Touching the cotton on his false form so softly makes him feel things; things he has gone without for extended amounts of time. Since, y'know, being locked up in that tree, all alone, with no other cookie to satisfy the buried need of another's touch.

Perhaps informing you of his pity story will bring you to tears, making you coddle him within the second fake tears prickle the corner of his eyes.

Such an imagination he has. For now, he corrects. If you shared such tenderness towards a strange sheep who popped out of the shady vegetation, then you should show no hesitation in sparing some attention for him, too.

Nevertheless, the animal act has grown rather boring. As much as Shadow Milk Cookie would love to receive more of your soft petting, the show must go into its climax!

You will witness the form from times ago, the one which represented his very deceit. Lucky little cookie you are, aren'tcha? Shadow Milk Cookie has grown adjusted to the dough, so he decided it would be best for you to fall in love with his face as well.

With your current state, hungry and tired, you have little hope in outrunning your stalker. The very least you can do is make this all easier for him by jumping into his open arms.

No matter, as Shadow Milk Cookie is already on his way. Hope you're ready!

There does not appear to be much reason in running. If a beast has dedicated their time to hunt you down, then what might the point be in trying to escape? You have no powers deemed extraordinary, so the battle conclusion can be guessed without a second thought.

As if on queue, a booming sound of laughter is heard from behind you. The noise sends chills down your spine, yet you are brave enough to peek around. However, the miscreant is not seen from your eye.

"Other way, doughbrain!" Now beckoning from a new direction, the beast seems to be playing tricks with you. Just great.

You rotate to face the other way. Even so, you do not manage to see any cookie.

"I’m over here!" With a heavy breath, you spin around to survey the area. And again, nothing is seen. You give up in finding the trickster. Staring forward, the very eyes you attempt to run from stare back.

"BOO!" Shadow Milk Cookie said, adding on a scare for extra affect.

Watching you fall on your bottom, the jester laughs, a noise that becomes more haunting for you each second.

"I’m sorry, I'm sooooorry! You just make this all too easy," he admits with his head tilted, making sure to lean in to see your expression, fiiled with fright.

"Wow, now that's a face! You really are adorable." With honesty, that did not sound as teasing as the rest of his words did.

Now remembering it, the apparently kind lady from earlier appeared to be flirtatious for a second. With newly gained knowledge, that cookie is also the one trailing after you. If you are correct once more, and a beast has a tiny crush on you... You pray you awaken soon.

With how panicked your mind is, you're surprised you managed to glue some sort of pieces together. Now you can only have faith that your assumption is the truth.

If so, then perhaps you can use that to your advantage? With pride, you would hold romantic affection for a beast, as long as you would not crumble.

"I... I look adorable? Well then, um, you look absolutely stunning," you stuttered out, trying your best to come across as charming. You trust you led your prior frown into a smile, albeit a bit shaky.

Oh? Due to your words, Shadow Milk Cookie is actually taken aback, thinned lips replacing his grin. A cookie complimenting their very predator? He must have heard you wrong.

"Huh? Whawasthat?" Witches. Was your pick-up line that bad? Oh, may you be granted a peaceful crumbling.

Regardless, you refuse to back out of this, even though continuing with your coquettish behavior sounds like a death wish.

"You have... the loveliest eyes I have ever had the fortune of staring upon," you idolize. That has to sound convincing enough, right?

"Hmmmmm," Shadow Milk Cookie hums, debating why a warmth flushes his cheeks from your unexpected admiration. Along with that, he floats himself much closer, which causes you slight discomfort.

Maybe a bit more than slight, as you raise your hand and slapped him, a gasp slipping from your mouth due to your own actions. Instinctive reaction does not discern when and when not to react.

This is it. This is the end. You will fall because of an accident from your subconscious. Or not?

Shadow Milk Cookie bursts out with laughter, his palm touching the mark you placed on his face. He's incredulous that a cookie was brave enough to lay a hand on him! His guard must be far too low with you, though he might just lower it. Your attack wasn't all that bad.

"Hit me again, I like it!" This cookie, "Blueberry Milk Cookie," is messed up in the head. Who in their right mind would ever admit that? But you fail to speak out your judgement. It's far better not to.

"I think that one mark adorns your dough just nicely," you attempted to persuade. While you decline his request, you keep up with flirtations. Things may spiral out of control if you give in to every ask of his.

"Ohoho, how interrresting!" Rolling his r, Shadow Milk Cookie gives you a good look over. It is as if you grow more and more appealing each time he gazes at you.

"Even I didn't expect such a twist in plot... You WILL be my next rising star!" Wait, is he serious? Did you actually manage to seduce a beast? He may not be sane, that much is well known, but are you?

"I'd be delighted to act in your performances," you replied, keeping your voice steady to avert suspicion. Your words act as the sole thread to your survival, and you can tell they all come to please him.

The several eyes in his bizarre hair roll back, another sign if you couldn't tell he was elated by the wide grin covering a large portion of his face.

Shadow Milk Cookie hovers over, and this time, you do not hit him, allowing his hands to cup the sides of your face.

"I, Shadow Milk Cookie, hereby declare you, [Name] Cookie, as mine!" That sentence zones you into reality, making you realize how intense the situation you've somehow managed to tumble yourself into is. Any way out as an option is long gone. Too bad.

In your peripheral vision, a portal appears out of thin air. That must act as your way of transportation. You hope sickness is not complimentary, but that gets cut short when you're lifted up inside of the whirls of black and blue.

You hear the smallest chuckle before you depart. Might it be a good omen, or bad?

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A/N: not too sure if im in love with this one (－－〆)

[onetruesirius]

In terms of artistry and homework... I think that there's a fundamental disconnect when it comes to AI, broadly, about what the fucking point of all of this, even is??

If I am grading a paper about anything, there is fundamentally one thing and really one thing only that I am looking for, at all. Right, because we all call it AI plagiarism, you took SOMEONE ELSE'S INTELLECTUAL PROPE—

*GUNSHOT*

No. I don't even necessarily care all that much that you tried to pass someone else's work off as your own. Realistically, that shit happens all the time—I could give a shit but people steal/unduly take credit for each other's work CONSTANTLY in industry and business and generally out in the real world. We see it happen all the time, historicially and in the present. There's a huge precedent, actually, for people being very VERY financially successful when they steal other people's ideas, hand over fist. That's just a reality of life.

What I care about is that I heard from you. I care that I heard YOUR thoughts, from YOUR head, conveyed in the way that you and ONLY YOU can convey them. Yeah, maybe they aren't organized the prettiest way, but that's a skill that can be developed, with time and practice. The point of writing at ALL is to start a conversation. If you're not even willing to fucking start a conversation with your thoughts, with a discussion of someone else's opinion in your own understanding? Then there's no point to even submitting it.

I'd literally rather you submit a shitty hand-scribbled outline that I can barely read but that consists of your own thoughts. Maybe it's harsh, but I don't need you to open your mouth at all if only other people's voices comes out of it.

If you'd rather a computer speak for you, then there's just nothing to start any sort of conversation with, beyond how utterly disappointed I am that you completely missed the point of what you were even doing, period. You don't necessarily have to hold respect for me, or for the class, or even the material, but I would hope that you have a little more respect for yourself than that. I would very dearly hope that you think your own ideas are worth sharing with others, because I think they are, if you can coax them out of your head with a little thought and care.

If I cared about just getting 48 copies of what an LLM thinks a good essay about [topic] is, in my inbox, I could just as easily [if not more easily] ask ChatGPT myself to generate 48 different essays—that's not even hard. But it's also not what I want. I don't want to hear what a computer thinks [and dubious if it actually thinks and is able to transform ideas from given information, in its current state, or if that's a whenever sort of thing, but regardless]. I want to hear what YOU think. Speak YOUR words. If you're not willing to say YOUR words, it's exactly the same as if you never said anything at all.

And here we resolve to a massive underlying issue: Is the goal of creation a product, or the act of synthesis of thoughts and ideas + self-expression?

Because if all you care about is a file in a submissions box, to get a grade or to just make money off of it... then yeah, who cares? Fucking steal if you want to. Acknowledge that it's not fundamentally yours, but it's whatever, right?

However. If the goal of a community space [a classroom, fan spaces] is the integrity of self-contribution, of thought and the process of personal comprehension and individual synthesis and the joy of bringing fundamentally personal ideas into reality by the direct mechanism of human metaphorical hands [i.e. the act of creation], then.... I don't think that there can be a meaningful defense of people just.... not bringing their own voice to the table? Use of AI tends to not really match the ethos of these sorts of spaces, because the goal of AI generation is a marketable, consumable product rather than the labor of love to an idea. Again. Please have SLIGHTLY more self-respect than that.

If you personally didn't love an idea, a bit of writing, a song, a picture, enough to spark an idea that you loved enough to create something about it? That you loved enough to learn how to create what you wanted to make, about it? That you loved enough to ask other people about it and make a community of people to talk about it and enjoy it together (which is... what fandom is?).... That's a clear indicator to me that we don't love this thing to the same degree. You don't care about this thing or yourself enough to even bother adding your own fucking voice to a conversation, and if I wanted to hear what a logistical regression curve through nth-dimensional space, had to say about Good Omens, I honestly just would have fucking asked it myself.

do people have no shame anymore?

[maretinelli]

SECOND FAMILY

Lando Norris X fem!reader

Summary: Y/n is going to meet Lando's family, but this causes her to have a crisis because she is afraid of introducing her boyfriend to her own family who don't get along with her.

Words: 5.0K+

Warnings: A little sad because of Y/n's story, family issues, mentions of anxiety and vomiting, but Lando's family is loving towards her, cute, romantic and mentions of veterinary medicine content, walk in the countryside.

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar and slang mistakes that may be in the story.

MASTERLIST

⚠️SENSITIVE CONTENT⚠️

The sweet smell of freshly baked cake filled the silent apartment. Y/n discreetly wiped the dry tears from her face, trying to contain the pain that tightened her chest. The news that her sister Lexie had given her minutes before still echoed in her head, breaking not only her heart, but her sister's as well.

The door opened and Lando's excited voice filled the room.

"Love? Where are you?" He called, leaving his keys on the table.

Y/n took a deep breath and forced a smile on her face, quickly wiping away any trace of tears before he saw her. But she didn't have much time to compose herself, because seconds later, Lando was already in the kitchen, with a few bags in his hand and the most loving smile on his face.

He came closer and left a loving kiss on her cheek.

"What's wrong? Why that smile?" Y/n asked, chuckling softly as she grabbed the oven mitts to take the cake out of the oven.

Lando shrugged, tilting his head with a charming smile. "You! I just happened to find you!"

"Idiot..." She rolled her eyes, laughing.

He chuckled before pushing himself off the counter and starting to clear things off the table. "The meetings went great today. And guess what? Tomorrow's one is canceled! So we can go to my parents' house early!"

Y/n flinched slightly upon hearing that. She wanted to meet his family, of course she did. I already knew them through video calls, I talked to his sisters on Instagram. But after what she had just heard, feeling the Norris family's love made her strangely uncomfortable. Not because I didn't like it—quite the opposite—but because I had never received that kind of love before.

And without realizing it, tears streamed down her face again.

Lando continued talking excitedly. "My mom and dad are super excited. She even said she's going to make something special for dinner. And my dad is also looking forward to meeting you in person! They always ask about you on the phone..."

He turned to face her and stopped abruptly when he saw her standing there, clutching the dish towel tightly, staring at the cake with silent tears streaming down her face.

"Hey, hey, love..." Lando crossed the space between them in seconds, gently cupping her face in his hands and wiping away her tears with his thumbs. "What happened? Was it something I did? Do you want to cancel the trip? Okay, we can wait-"

"No!" Y/n quickly interrupted, sniffling. "It's not that, Lan. I'm happy to meet your family, I really want that..." She took a deep breath before dropping the bombshell. "It's just that Lexie called me. She asked if our mom had invited me to the dinner they're having this weekend."

"And...?"

"I said I didn't know anything. And then Lexie told me that our mother is having a dinner party to introduce our little brother's new girlfriend." Her voice broke, and more tears fell. "And she didn't invite me or Lexie... Lex found out about this dinner party from other family members."

Lando's eyes softened, and he immediately pulled her into a tight hug.

If it were anyone else, they might say they were overreacting. But Lando knew. He knew what Y/n and Lexie had been through their entire lives. He knew how their parents neglected their daughters and favored the younger sons, Johnny and Mark.

I knew how, on their birthdays, the presents were scarce or inferior to those of their brothers, always with the excuse that the boys were too young to understand the difference. I knew how Lexie took on the role of mother from an early age, making sure Y/n had everything she needed until she was able to pursue her own dreams.

Y/n rarely visited her parents, and when she did, it was like a regular visit. They never treated her like the incredible woman she had become. Her relationship with her younger siblings was cordial, but distant. In the end, her only real family had always been Lexie. And now Lando.

"I don't want to introduce you to my family..." Still in his embrace, she murmured.

"Love..." Lando pulled away a little, holding her face tenderly.

"It's not because I don't love you, Lan." Y/n quickly clarified, sobbing. "But because I know how they can be. I know what they can say about you. And I don't want you to go through what I went through..."

The pilot stared at her for a few seconds before pulling her into an even tighter hug.

"I'd do whatever you want, Y/n." He whispered against her hair. "If you ever want to take me to meet them, I will. But I know they can be difficult, and I don't want you to get hurt anymore by this."

At the beginning of their relationship, Y/n was still afraid to tell Lando everything. But one day, she felt safe enough to open her heart and expose every wound. And he was there, holding her while she cried, whispering sweet words and assuring her that she would never have to go through that alone again.

"I feel so loved by your family..." Y/n whispered, sniffling. "Even though I've only spoken to them on the phone, or heard you talking about them during our sleepless nights... I wish you could feel that way about my family too. But that's impossible, because I'm not even loved by them."

She cried again, and Lando felt his heart break.

"You don't have to feel this way, love." He tightened his arms around her. "My family has enough love to give to us. You're already family, Y/n."

He kissed her forehead and smiled softly. "And besides, I know how much you and Lexie love each other. And I love seeing that. You guys are amazing."

"Thank you for being here..." Y/n smiled through her tears.

"I'm not going anywhere, love. Ever." Lando caressed her face.

The only person in her family that Lando knew was Lexie and her fiancé. And from the first moment, he sympathized with them. He laughed and talked with his girlfriend's sister's fiancé as if they were old friends and, more than ever, he realized the strong connection the two sisters had, despite their difficult past.

And now, he would do anything to make sure Y/n never felt alone again.

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The building's parking lot was still silent on that cloudy morning, the ground slightly damp from the previous night's dew. Lando finished organizing the bags in the trunk of the car while talking animatedly.

"My mom woke up at five in the morning just to start making a bunch of treats for us. She's so excited, seriously. I think even my grandparents are going to show up there later."

Y/n smiled as she adjusted one of the bags inside the car. "That means I'm going to roll out of there from eating so much."

Lando chuckled, picking up the last suitcase and fitting it into the trunk. However, his smile faded a bit when he noticed Y/n suddenly go quiet and take a step back.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

Y/n shook her head slightly, feeling her hands start to sweat. Without saying anything, she turned and ran to a small patch of grass nearby, bending over and vomiting.

"Y/N!" Lando hurriedly closed the trunk and ran over to her, placing a hand on her back as he waited for her to get up. "What's going on, love?"

She took a deep breath, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before turning to him.

"It was just... a side effect of an anxiety attack earlier. Don't worry, it's not pregnancy symptoms." She lets out an awkward laugh, but Lando doesn't laugh, as he's too worried about her.

"Why didn't you tell me before? I would have helped you, my dear."

"It happened while you were in the shower." Y/n explained. "I was thinking about my family and... well, it made me kind of anxious."

Lando sighed and held her face between his hands, looking into her eyes.

"You don't have to worry about them. You've become a brilliant, independent woman. You don't have to deal with this alone anymore, because most of all, you have me now. And I'm here for you too!"

"Thank you, for everything." She smiled, caressing his face affectionately. When Lando leaned in to kiss her, Y/n pulled away slightly. "You don't want to kiss me after everything I've thrown out, do you?" Y/n smirked.

"You think that's stopping me?" Lando rolled his eyes and kissed her cheek.

She laughed and, after making sure she was better, they went back to organizing the rest of their things before finally continuing their journey, and eventually Y/n went up to the apartment for a few minutes to brush her teeth again.

And then, they went on the short trip until they reached the Norris' country house, and while driving, Lando made sure to distract her by telling funny stories, or remembering cute and old things so she wouldn't think about her own family anymore.

"You have no idea how much my mom is looking forward to meeting you. Ever since I told her I was dating Flo's horse vet intern, she's been counting down the days." He quickly turns to his girlfriend. "Even more so when you started showing up on our phone calls!"

Y/n laughed, remembering the day she met Lando.

She was in her final year of veterinary medicine and was interning at her sister Lexie's equine clinic. On a regular day of appointments, Flo Norris showed up with one of her horses for a routine checkup. Y/n helped her, and during the procedures, the two struck up a light conversation and ended up becoming friends.

Some time later, Flo took Lando to the clinic as a chaperone while she waited for the horse's test results. He fell in love with Y/n at first sight, and at the end of the appointment, his sister unceremoniously handed him over.

"I remember Flo saying it would be cool if I went out with you." Y/n commented, amused. "At the time, I rolled my eyes, but a few days later you got my number from her and we started talking."

Lando smiled, keeping one hand steady on the steering wheel and the other on her leg.

"And now here you are, officially going to meet my family. And I'm telling you, Y/n, my family already likes you more than they like me."

Y/n laughed, looking at the road. Time seemed to pass faster with the light conversation between them.

The gate to the country house opened, and Lando slowed down, driving onto a lawn where he parked. Before turning off the car, he glanced quickly at Y/n and placed his hand on her thigh.

"Don't worry, okay? It's going to be amazing."

Y/n took a deep breath and smiled. As soon as they got out of the car, it wasn't long before Lando's family appeared at the door of the house.

Cisca, his mother, was the first to approach. Her loving smile lit up Y/n's face, warming her heart immediately. Without hesitation, she pulled her into a tight hug, completely ignoring her son.

"Oh my gosh, honey! I've been so excited to meet you! You're even more beautiful up close!"

Y/n laughed, feeling her face flush.

"Thank you, Cisca. I was really looking forward to meeting you too. But in a way, I feel like I've known you for years."

Adam, Lando's father, arrived soon after and quickly hugged Y/n, a sweet smile on his face as well.

"Lando doesn't talk about anything else but you."

"Dad!" Lando protested, making everyone laugh.

"Seriously." Adam continued. "I even thought about starting to charge rent to this girl who lives in my son's thoughts." He said amusedly, putting his hand on her shoulder.

Y/n laughed, placing a hand on her face, embarrassed.

Then it was Cisca's turn, Lando's sister, to introduce herself. "Finally! I've been counting down the days until I meet you." The two hug each other. "Nice to meet you in person, sister-in-law!" She gives a gentle smile, lightly squeezing Y/n's shoulders.

Flo, who already knew Y/n, smiled excitedly before opening her arms.

"You're finally here!" She hugged her tightly and, looking at Lando, teased: "Now you're going to have to learn to share, little brother. I found her first."

"Hey, am I being put on the back burner in this relationship?" Lando said amusedly seeing his girlfriend being hugged by her sister and everyone laughed at his comment.

The morning weather was pleasant, still a little cloudy, and the damp grass beneath their feet betrayed the dew that had fallen earlier. Cisca, the Norris' mother, approached her daughter-in-law and gave Y/n a warm pat on the arm.

"Let's go inside! I made some treats for breakfast."

Lando gave Y/n an amused look before kissing her cheek. "I told you so, didn't I?"

Cisca went ahead, listing everything she had prepared. Y/n soon noticed something curious: among the options were several of her favorite foods. She looked at Lando, who just smiled and winked at her.

"Where's Oliver?" Lando asked as soon as he arrived in the kitchen, holding hands with his girlfriend.

"He'll be back later. Mila slept late last night, and they didn't want to wake her up early because she'd be in a bad mood all day."

They laughed, and Y/n sat next to Lando at the table, where Cisca made sure to serve her a little bit of everything.

"I didn't know exactly what you liked for breakfast, so I made a little bit of everything."

"This all looks like a big feast already! But if I have to choose, I love this cake." Y/n looked at the lavish table and smiled.

Cisca smiled, satisfied.

"Lando mentioned it once. So I thought it would be a good idea."

Y/n's heart raced, and she looked at Lando with immense affection.

The conversation continued lively, with Cisca and Flo telling funny stories from Lando's childhood, much to his dismay. At one point, Cisca asked about Y/n's family, unaware of the complicated relationship she had with them.

"So, honey? Do you have any siblings?"

Y/n shivered a little and Lando noticed, placing a hand on her thigh as a form of comfort, and then she smiled and responded politely.

"We're four siblings too. Lexie, who's four years older than me, Mark, who's 23, and Johnny, who's 20." She took a sip of coffee before adding, "I don't spend much time with them because of the distance. But I see Lexie and her fiancé a lot."

"Lexie and her fiancé are amazing. I've met them both before." Lando smiled at her, trying to comfort her.

Cisca smiled at Y/n. "I'm sure your family is as sweet as you, dear."

"Well... they are." Y/n lowered her head slightly and smiled.

Lando squeezes his hand on her thigh a little and sends a loving smile, soon changing the subject and making everyone forget to ask questions about Y/n's family. But it wasn't their fault, they were still oblivious to the suffering that the newest member of the family was going through.

Breakfast ended with laughter and funny stories about Lando's childhood, but soon Cisca, the pilot's sister, suggested that they show Y/n the farm. Everyone agreed excitedly.

The weather was still cool and cloudy, and the smell of wet earth filled the air. Lando put an arm around Y/n's shoulders as they walked through the countryside, listening to his sisters point out places and tell stories from their childhood. At one point, Flo laughed as she pointed to a fenced-in enclosure near the lake.

"That's where Lando almost cried because he thought the horse was going to bite him." She teased, making Lando roll his eyes.

"I was six, Flo," he said, huffing.

Y/n laughed, finding it adorable to imagine Lando small and scared of a horse.

As soon as they reached the stables, Y/n was enchanted. She approached one of the horses, gently running her hands along the animal's neck. The Norris sisters watched in admiration, seeing how naturally she was with the animals.

"Now you're going to have to learn more about horses, Lan." Cisca teased, looking at Lando with a mischievous smile.

Lando sighed dramatically. "Does this mean I have to read about horses before bed? My God, I'm surrounded by girls who like horses!" He said amusedly.

Y/n laughed, giving him a light push.

While Y/n continued interacting with the horses, and Cisca and Lando were further back playing sibling wrestling, Flo approached.

"What about university? Have you chosen a specialty yet?"

"I recently graduated and for now, I'm working with my sister in her practice. I'm still deciding on a specialization, but I really like horses." Y/n smiled, continuing to pet the horse.

Flo raised her eyebrows, impressed. "You graduated already? I didn't know! Did you have a graduation party?" She said excitedly. "I want to see pictures!!" Y/n laughed at her cheerful comment and shook her head, still smiling.

"I didn't want any parties, I just attended the certificate presentation ceremony. Lando was there with my sister, and then we went out to dinner at a restaurant he had booked," she said, smiling as she remembered the special night.

Flo smirked.

"I still can't believe I was the one who brought you two together."

"I remember well the day you suggested we go out. I thought it was funny at the time." Y/n laughed.

Flo shook her head, laughing. "And look where we are now. He loves you so much, Y/n. Every time he calls us, he only talks about you."

Y/n felt her heart warm and looked at Lando, who was play fighting with his other sister on the other side of the stable. She laughed as she saw him get pushed by his sister and grumble.

She loved him so much. And she didn't even know she could give and receive so much love too, because she never had all that in her childhood, besides the love of her older sister.

Flo smiled when he saw her expression.

"Want to go for a horse ride?"

Y/n turned around and smiled. "Sure! I'd love to."

And then, Flo smiles and gently squeezes her sister-in-law's shoulder, going to get the horses. Y/n excitedly walks quickly to her boyfriend and he smiles, hugging her waist.

"I'm going for a horse ride with your sister." She said excitedly.

Cisca, upon hearing this, smiled excitedly. "I'm going too!" She ran to get her horse, and Y/n laughed.

Lando turned to his girlfriend, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I told you my family would love you."

"They're amazing." Y/n smiled.

He pulled her into a kiss. It was slow and sweet, a reflection of the affection they felt for each other. Lando's hands roamed around her waist, over her Quadrant sweatshirt, while Y/n's fingers curled in the curls at the nape of his neck. He smiled into the kiss and then pulled away, giving her one last peck.

"Come with us!!" Y/n smiles teasingly, knowing that Lando wasn't a big fan of horses.

Lando grimaced. "I only ride horsepower... and four wheels... on the track."

Y/n let out a loud laugh.

The morning passed with Y/n riding alongside Cisca and Flo. On the other side of the farm, sitting on the porch of the house, Lando watched his girlfriend having fun with her sisters. Every now and then, her laughter echoed across the field, and he smiled without realizing it. His heart gave a passionate leap inside his ribcage.

"She's wonderful, isn't she?" Cisca walked over and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, she is!" Lando nodded, still looking at Y/n with a loving smile, and then his mother sat down next to him, to keep him company, but he sighed a little.

"She doesn't get along well with her family, only with her sister, Lexie..." He looked at his mother and continued. "I won't go into details, because she'll do that when she's ready, but what I can say is that she never received as much love as my brothers and I received from you as a child." He swallowed hard. "And seeing her have fun with the girls, feeling at home... it's wonderful."

"She's loved. By her sister, by you, and by us, you know!" Cisca nodded, smiling. "She's part of the family now, dear. An honorary Norris."

Lando smiled and looked back at Y/n, riding on the horizon, even from afar he could see her smiling and throwing her head back to catch her breath from laughing, as she always did. And then he realized he was right. His heart felt right in loving her.

"I want to marry her..."

The day at the farm went smoothly and pleasantly. In the morning, Y/n rode alongside Lando's sisters, enjoying the fresh wind and the vastness of the countryside. The connection with horses came naturally to her, which made her sisters-in-law even more enchanted by her presence.

Later, Y/n helped Cisca prepare lunch, between laughs and lively conversations. The four women got along well, exchanging stories about their childhoods, while Lando joined the conversation telling some of the adventures he and Y/n had already lived during the races. He mentioned the trips they had taken together, the races she had managed to follow, and the little traditions they had created over time.

In the afternoon, Oliver arrived accompanied by his wife and daughter, Mila. As soon as she got out of the car, the little blonde girl ran into her grandparents' arms, receiving warm kisses and hugs. Oliver and his wife greeted the brothers and, upon seeing Y/n, welcomed him with a kind smile.

"So you're the famous Y/n." Oliver joked, squeezing her hand lightly. "Welcome to the madness of the Norris family."

"Thank you!" Y/n smiles and then Oliver's wife hugs her and welcomes her too.

And then, Mila left her grandparents' embrace and ran to Lando, hugging her uncle's legs.

"That Country!"

Lando smiled, picking up his niece. "Hi, little one! Did you miss me?"

She nodded with a wide smile, but soon her attention turned to Y/n. She got off Lando's lap and stood in front of Y/n, still a little shy as she folded the hem of the shirt she was wearing a little.

"You must be Aunt Y/n, right?" Mila asks shyly, shaking her shoulders slightly.

Y/n looked at her and then at the Norris family, who smiled at the little girl's cute comment. Her heart warmed at being called 'aunt', even more so as it was coming from Lando's niece for the first time.

With a glint in her eyes, she bent down to the little girl's height and smiled warmly.

"Hi, I am! Nice to meet you, little Mila."

The girl smiled even more and, without warning, threw herself into Y/n's arms, catching her off guard. She froze for a while, but then returned the action, smiling and feeling some tears welling up in her eyes, as she hugged the girl.

"Uncle Lando talked a lot about you!"

The family laughed at the scene, and Y/n, while hugging the little girl, looked up at her boyfriend with a playful smile.

"Oh yeah? And what exactly is he talking about?"

"Only good things, I swear." Lando shrugged, a mischievous smile on his face.

"He showed me a lot of pictures of you guys!" Mila then pulled back a bit, watching Y/n closely before letting out sincerely. "You're very pretty!"

Y/n smiled, delighted.

"Thank you, Mila! But I think you're much prettier."

The girl became shy and ran to Oliver to hide her shy face in his arm, causing the family to burst into loud, genuine laughter.

Lando then looks at his girlfriend, feeling that familiar love every time she laughed or commented on something with his sisters, or even the loving way she looked at Mila. As if he had known the girl for decades.

In the evening, everyone gathered around a large table for dinner. The atmosphere was cozy, with warm lighting and typical dishes prepared with care. Mila chose to sit between Y/n and Lando, showing how much she had already grown fond of her new 'Aunt'

During the meal, the little girl held Y/n's hand from time to time as she showed the toys she had brought and Y/n commented on how cool they were and that they could play together after dinner. Lando, watching the scene, smiled with a special sparkle in his eyes.

The conversation flowed naturally, between funny stories and childhood memories. At one point, Oliver made a joke about how Y/n had finally found a way to 'get Lando in line'.

"Finally someone has managed to tame this one." Oliver joked, raising a glass.

Y/n chuckled and winked at Lando before replying, amused, "Well, I'm still trying. But I think taming him completely is a lost cause."

The family burst out laughing, while Lando pretended to be offended, putting his hand on his chest as if he had been hit, increasing the laughter even more.

"That's not fair! I'm an angel." He said, crossing his arms.

"An angel who likes speed and lives running away from household chores." Cisca added, laughing.

"It's worse than that, Cisca! When I ask him to help clean my apartment he makes an excuse and I eventually end up falling for it." They laugh.

"Hey!" Lando protested, making everyone laugh even harder.

Dinner continued to be lively with laughter and conversation, and when silence finally fell over the Norris table, Adam raised his wine glass and asked for a toast.

"I just wanted to say that we're so happy to have you here, Y/n. Ever since you arrived, we've felt like you were already part of the family. So know that this is your home too, and that we welcome you with open arms. You're special to Lando, and that means you're special to all of us. Welcome to the Norris family."

They put their glasses together and toasted, while Y/n smiled and thanked him quietly. Already knowing that if she spoke loudly she would start crying. But with happiness.

Y/n felt her heart warm at those words. Lando squeezed her hand under the table, conveying his affection and silent support. She smiled, touched, feeling truly welcomed.

The night continued with laughter, stories and affectionate moments, as they gathered on the couch in the living room. Cisca and Adam told some funny stories from when Lando was little and Y/n believed that certain things still haven't changed, making them laugh and Lando hide his face in his girlfriend's neck.

She could feel that this day was becoming one of the most special days she had ever experienced in her 25 years of life.

It was already dawn, when they were getting ready to sleep, Y/n walked through Lando's old room, curiously observing the trophies, the miniature race cars, the posters and the old photos of him with his family. It was like diving into her boyfriend's past, and it made her smile.

She gently ran her fingers over a photo of Lando as a young boy, holding a trophy almost bigger than him. Her chest filled with emotion. Feeling part of that home, that family, was something she had never experienced before. Without realizing it, a few tears of happiness ran down her face.

It was at that moment that Lando entered the room. He was wearing a comfortable sweatsuit, his hair still damp from the shower. Seeing her from behind, admiring her memories, he smiled and silently approached, wrapping her in a hug from behind.

With his head resting on her shoulder, he murmured, "Do you like my sanctuary?"

"I loved it... I felt so at home here." Y/n smiled, leaning against him.

Lando tightened his hold, feeling her warmth against him. When she turned to look at him, he noticed the tears in her eyes and frowned in concern.

"Hey... What's up? Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Unlike last night, these are tears of happiness... Of belonging." She smiled, quickly wiping away the tears.

Lando watched her for a moment before smiling softly.

"You were already part of the family before you even met them. You fit in here perfectly." He chuckled softly. "Even though they can be a little intense sometimes and tell you all about my childhood embarrassments."

Y/n laughed, and before she could respond, he gently cupped her face and pulled her in for a kiss.

It was a slow and emotional kiss, a soft and passionate meeting of lips that conveyed all the love and gratitude they felt for each other. Lando held her as if he wanted to immortalize that moment, while Y/n responded with the same intensity.

When they pulled away, Lando sighed against her lips and smiled. "I think my niece has adopted you for good."

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head.

"It seems I have no escape from the Norris family anymore."

"No way! I won't let you get away!" Lando cupped her face once more, his eyes shining with love. "I love you,"

"I love you, Lan." Y/n smiled, her heart warming.

And there, in each other's arms, they knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful story together. Y/n felt like part of the family and Lando knew that she was an important part of his life too. And no one was destined to escape each other.

And she found her second family.

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remember that | 𝐬𝐦𝐠

୨୧ pairing: song mingi x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 5k ୨୧ genre: angst, slight fluff, smut ୨୧ tags: exes(ish) au, "we're on a break" au, soft pining, miscommunication, makeup sex, praise kink, oral (f receiving), semi-dom!mingi, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie ୨୧ synopsis: A break is supposed to give you time to understand what you do and don't want. But what if Mingi has to come with everything that frustrates you about him, no exceptions? Can you make it work, or will you both succumb to the pressure of love not being enough? ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Beta'ed by my babes Booki @kwanisms, Tiya @gyubakeries, and Ally @lovetaroandtaemin, I love you all so much. Also song title inspiration from LANY!

There are many valid pieces of evidence to support the argument that breaks never work. Friends, family, and perfect strangers remind you, solicited or not, why minor blips of time meant to think things through are simply an excuse, leading to the demise of a relationship.

“Don’t be chickenshit,” your best friend Karina remarked when you told her you were officially taking some time apart from Mingi. He would stay back at the dorms while you both took the next two weeks to think about your future. He didn’t want to, but he had to respect your wishes if he wanted any chance to mend the fences that were broken. “You know what you want to do, so do it. Don’t hide behind a ‘break.’”

You weren’t hiding, not in the slightest. If anything, the past few days alone have given you time to breathe. To reflect on the things that have and haven’t been working in your relationship for the last year.

You work in the same industry, and yet you have kept the entirety of your coupled status under wraps from everyone, save for your intimate group of loved ones. It isn’t hard to hide when you work on almost ten guys’ hair and makeup, but it’s all too easy to let feelings impede upon your professionalism.

Mingi’s always been willing to give you everything, but he doesn’t always see the entire picture of your needs. Sometimes, you don't need him to rescue you, and his eagerness borders the line of smothering too much for your comfort.

And yet, running through the pros and cons doesn’t make you miss him any less.

You ache waking up alone, not feeling the rise and fall of his chest under your head or hearing the sounds of his gargantuan feet pattering around your apartment. It became his apartment too by association after the fifth month of dating, his belongings sitting in every nook and cranny of what used to be your solitary space. Now, without him, it feels too hollow, too reminiscent of what it was like before he came into your life.

Even drives without him are terrible, the usual cacophony of traffic more bearable when he’s by your side, singing along off-key to the music on the radio or to his playlists when he uses your car’s bluetooth.

His absence is everywhere, and where there’s freedom sits all the despair attached to his missing presence.

“It hurts!”

“It’s not gonna hurt if you just listen to me.” You try to move closer to Hongjoong’s eye with the pencil in your hand, but he whips his head away again before you can begin on his waterline. “I told you to look up and away from me. You’ll barely feel it!”

“That’s a lie and you know it.” Hongjoong pouts in the makeup chair, and you stifle a giggle that bubbles in your throat. Watching so many impeccable performers be terrified of makeup applicators is probably one highlight of your career so far, especially guys as intimidating to look at as the one in front of you.

Suddenly, you feel him enter the room. The instinctual pull between you and Mingi goes beyond logical bounds, the tether made of only the metaphysical. It reminds you, every time he walks into the same space you’re in, how your body wants to be nowhere but next to his. You hate it more now than you ever have before.

“Am I going next when he’s finished?” Mingi cuts through the sudden silence to ask, his timbre a tad hollow but somehow still hopeful. You haven’t spoken for three days. This past weekend is the longest you’ve ever gone without communicating with each other. You can tell just from the sound of his voice it’s taken a toll on him.

You don’t turn to face him directly, finding some confidence from not having to look at the face you love so much head-on. “Seonghwa is, but he’s off getting his shirt hemmed, I think.”

“Just be patient, man.” Hongjoong winks at his younger friend. You thwack Hongjoong on the cheek with your eyeshadow brush, making the humored expression on his face dissipate.

“Did I say you have to talk when you’re getting your face done?” Hongjoong shakes his head with terrified eyes. “Exactly.”

You go back to your kit, but you feel despondence creep up your neck at the small quantity of black and neutral eyeshadow you have left. “Fuck it, we’ll just have to make do with the eyeliner right now.”

“Can’t you grab some from Mina’s kit? She probably won’t mind.”

You shake your head and go back to the pencil you dropped on the vanity when Mingi walked in. “I’ll just grab some more from the store later.”

“I can pick up some now if you need me to.” Mingi pipes up again, more hope seeping through his words. Sometimes, his overwhelmingly helpful nature makes you think he'd be reincarnated as a big puppy in the next life.

You finally face him with a soft smile, and you see the corners of his eyes crinkle up at your expression. “It’s okay, Min, really. Nothing I can’t handle.”

This is exactly why you needed space from Mingi. Staring into his big, brown eyes that make your body even a fraction weaker than before is why you can’t think through things properly around him. He takes all the logic and reason out of you, leaving you only to listen to the workings of your heart. And such an effect makes it simple to forget the myriad of minor problems that became so big you could not suppress them any more.

As he smiles at you, you repeat the words in your head like a mantra: he doesn’t listen, he’s too reckless, he acts on impulse half the time…

Seonghwa walks in and exclaims, “Okay, I think the shirt fits finally!” He looks between you and Mingi and then stares at Hongjoong with a curious fluff of his eyebrows. “What’s up with them?” He mouths to his friend.

Hongjoong can only shrug, the expression basically stating “Who knows anymore man?” without verbal support.

The longer you lock eyes with Mingi, the other men in the room long forgotten, you wonder if all you’re doing during this break is delaying the inevitable.

You took copious snapshots of the boys’ last looks before they had to practice on the stage. The sweat would ruin what you worked on for hours, so it was crucial to catalog it for your portfolio before that could happen.

Now, you watch them work through the three songs’ choreography with ease. Mingi takes center stage multiple times, and you smile to yourself at how ridiculous he acted an hour prior when he was in your chair, so busy complimenting you that you could barely get through doing his makeup.

“You look really pretty today,” he says as you dab the bridge of his nose with liquid highlighter. “I mean, you always do, but I haven’t seen you in a few days, so…”

You smirk and put the tub back in your makeup kit. “Making up for lost time, Min?”

Mingi blushes, a shade so pink you think you can skip putting that component of his makeup on altogether. “Just stating the obvious.”

“You don’t know,” you say, “I may have looked like shit in my sweatpants and ratty t-shirts all weekend.”

“Wanna know a secret?” You humor him, moving closer until his lips brush the shell of your ear, making you shudder. “That’s when you look the most beautiful to me.”

You retreat with trembling hands and a breathless laugh. “Are you gonna keep spitting game or can I finish your eyes now?”

Mingi smirks and snaps his eyes shut, pressing his face as close as he can to yours once again. He whispers with such a quiet but sultry tone, you think you may risk it all and kiss him once to get it out of your system. “Do whatever you want with me.”

And here you are, back in his orbit like he’s the sun and you’re a planet, willing to spin around him forever. A few weeks ago, you didn’t mind doing so until it made you dizzy, but you don’t know now if you miss depending so much on him. His “I got this, babe” one minute and “I can handle it” the next slowly made you realize he either didn’t trust you to work through anything without his help or he was so willing he couldn’t see how it came across. 

Bringing it to his attention didn’t make him any wiser to the problem, his response defensive rather than introspective. He argued it was in any boyfriend’s nature to want to do everything for their girlfriend. “Don’t you do the same for me? What’s the difference?” He asked in the fight's haste that led to your desire to take a breather from each other.

Flitting the memories away, you focus on Mingi’s undeniably enchanting dancing and rapping. It’s what reminds you why you fell for him in the first place, both his talent and work ethic, which gave way to everything else that turned you into putty for him. 

Before the group can finish the last song, a courier taps on your shoulder. “For you, miss.” He holds out a bag from the makeup store downtown, the contents inside being all that is low in your kit.

“I didn’t order anything,” you respond, fighting the only logical answer and culprit of the situation. The kid shrugs and makes his way out of the building, and you turn back to Mingi, the giant lost in his choreography. You feel your eyes light with fire rather than fuzziness, your desires and impulses from before long gone.

When he drops from the stage and makes it to the back, you slam the bag into his chest before walking away. “Wait! You said you needed this stuff!” Mingi trails behind quickly, his long legs catching up to you in seconds.

You turn when you’re alone in the hallway, your fury unleashed. “I said I could do it after work, and you went over my head again to do something I deliberately said you didn’t have to do!” Your bottom lip trembles. “Do you not care about listening to me at all?”

“What? No!” He shakes his head, his own face becoming a mask of confused anger. “I just wanted to help. And it’s just twenty bucks of makeup. Why is this such an issue right now?”

“Because I didn’t ask for your help!” You throw your hands in the air, and the gesture only makes you feel smaller.

Mingi chuckles, no humor in the sound. “You always take things on by yourself, even before we started dating. Is it so terrible of me for wanting to help, just a little?” He practically pinches his index and thumb together to emphasize his point.

“They’re my burdens to bear,” you scream. “Is it so hard to get in your head? I’m not some princess in a tower you need to save.”

“Why do you always treat someone else’s help like it’s a grandiose gesture you should feel guilty for?” He steps closer, your chests barely a breath apart. “I help you because I want to, because you deserve it and because I love you. Why can’t you stop pushing me and others away who want to make things easier on you?”

The words get stuck in your mouth, no sounds coming out in a response that makes sense or can answer his questions properly. A tear escapes your eye, falling hot on your cheek. Mingi tries to wipe it away, but you whip your head out of his direction and rub your face with your palm.

San comes from the exit you both walked out of and looks on with concern. “You guys alright?”

You shake your head and walk past them both, your heart in knots too tough to untangle today.

You clip the buckle on your heels as you continue to hold your phone’s receiver to your ear, the sun setting as you make haste to end the call and head out the door. “Woo, for the last time, you should know where I’m going by now. I thought we were friends before I started dating one of your best friends.”

“You are, but you could be playing coy, I don’t know!” Wooyoung remarks, making you laugh. You haven’t seen the kid since Monday when you walked away from the show, not having time to say goodbye to him before you made your way home.

You always spend Thursday nights with your parents for dinner. Your immediate family decided long ago to make time out of all of your busy schedules for weekly briefings and small talk over home-cooked food. It was one of the few times you found peace in the hectic nature of everyday life.

“Trust me—and you can let our mutual friend know—just the same usual Thursday plans.” You hear a knock at the door and rush to get off the phone even faster, wondering who could be outside your home so close to the evening. “I gotta go, talk to you soon.”

You iron out the wrinkles of your dress before heading to your apartment door. The man on the other side steals your breath in his white button down and denim jeans combo. He completes the ensemble with his thick-framed glasses and his hair, tousled just a touch, exactly how you like it. His fashion choices on nights like this still stun you to no end, even if you’re surprised he’s here tonight at all.

“M-Mingi,” you say. “What are—“

“I wouldn’t miss family dinner, together or not.” He clears his throat and puts his hand out, clearly eager for you to take it. “If you’ll still have me there, I mean.”

You fight the smile tugging at your cheeks and instead take a deep breath and his palm in yours. Your fingers interlace, and it reminds you more of home than the entire 900-square foot apartment behind you. “Just because you made such an effort to look so nice. It’d be a waste, you know?”

Mingi smiles and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his other hand. He smiles to himself the entire time you lock your door and head down the stairwell, not letting go of your hand once.

You don’t say no when he offers to drive, or stop him from holding your door open until you get in, and he thinks that maybe you’re turning a corner after he slipped up. And you think you might just give into him for the sheer fact being in a car again with him, listening to his off-key riffs, reminds you of everything you’ve been missing, for better or worse.

“Honey! Mingi! Come in,” your mother beckons you at the front door. She welcomes you inside wearing her signature floral apron, though your father and brother do most of the cooking.

Neither you nor your mother expected Mingi to bring flowers to tonight’s dinner. You didn’t expect him to invite himself at all, but thinking about it, it would be weird for him not to attend when your family did not know you were on a relationship hiatus.

This Thursday holds no more significance than all the others, but it warms your heart to see your mother grab a vase from the living room to hold the batch of tulips Mingi brought.

“Sometimes I think my own husband forgets my favorite flowers. But not you, my sweet boy.” Your mother pinches Mingi’s cheek, and Mingi blushes a shade of plum at the physical touch.

“Speaking of him, does he need help in the back? I know the grill can be a pain for him and Eric to get going,” Mingi offers.

“That would be wonderful, Mingi, thank you.” You smile at Mingi as he leaves you two to walk towards the back porch. He greets your father with a handshake and your little brother with a manly hug, and any residual anger you felt over the past few days instantly dissipates.

He’s always been a caring person. You knew this the second he brought a spare pack of bandaids on your second date when you slipped and fell on your knee during your first. Sometimes, as you’ve grown to learn, he seems to have a hard time hearing when his help isn’t necessary. Or the exact help he envisions isn’t the help you desire.

“That boy is one in a million, baby.” Your mother says as you walk to the kitchen together. “I can’t picture someone better to take care of you.”

You sigh. “Who says I need to be taken care of, Mom?”

She shakes her head with a grin as she keeps stirring the soup on the stove. “Everyone needs someone, my love. Even when a person is adamant about fighting their own battles like you.”

“That’s not what I mean,” you huff, exasperated. “All I’m saying is that I can have someone by my side and not be wrong for wanting to do things on my own in my way, right?”

Her head continues to move back and forth, her ladle going in the same fashion. “And all I’ll say, baby, is that it’s important to let someone know those things. If you don’t tell someone what you’re looking for, they’ll make assumptions. And you know how we all feel about those.”

“They make an ass out of you and me,” Eric pipes up from behind you, making you flinch. You thwack him on the arm, and he rubs the spot with a pout. Your father and Mingi gather in the kitchen behind your brother, the simmering steaks on a large plate smelling delectable.

“Time to eat, everyone!”

Before you all can head to the table, Mingi pulls you in and whispers, “The right one is yours. Medium rare, how you like it.”

He leaves you standing alone as he sits next to your brother. Your heart resides in your throat the rest of the night, sitting beside Mingi and your mother and wondering if maybe a part of you hasn’t given credit to Mingi in the way he deserves. Maybe you both have been wrong in your own ways, and it’s still fixable.

Maybe this break is serving a purpose in a way you didn’t expect.

The drive back to your apartment is quiet, but it’s charged with tension from the way Mingi rubs patterns into the back of your hand with his thumb. Both of your palms rest over your thigh, the muscle on fire from how his large fingers encompass yours and hover over the fabric of your dress.

Now is not the time for sexual frustration. It’s time to talk and see if the break can be amended into some form of peace treaty.

He parks his car in the lot and looks over at you with a small grin, close-mouthed but earnest all the same. “Tonight was fun. Glad to hear Eric’s doing good in school.”

You smile back. “My parents were happy to see you. They thought with the comeback coming up you wouldn’t be able to make it tonight.”

“I wouldn’t miss it. I told you that.”

Your throat is in a mess of knots once again as you nod. You turn in your seat to face him head on, and Mingi mirrors your body posture. Removing his palm from your thigh, you hold it in both of your hands, finding some strength to let the words come out. “We need to talk.”

Mingi’s eyes go wide immediately, inching as close as he can to you despite the ridiculously large glove box in his way. “If this is the start of that conversation, please—“

“No, no! I’m sorry,” you say immediately. “I shouldn’t have started with that.”

His free hand goes over his chest, and the relief floods over his entire expression. “You really can scare the shit out of a guy, you know that right?”

“I said I’m sorry,” you respond with a teasing pout. “But, I think I’ve been terrible at communicating what I need from you and from this relationship.”

Mingi thinks the words over before he nods slowly. “Okay.”

You inhale again, taking in a deeper breath. “First, I apologize for not being transparent. I should’ve said that I’m not exactly the greatest at getting help, not just from you. And my expectations couldn’t have been met if I didn’t tell you what they were, and I’m sorry for that.”

Mingi nods with ease, almost like he’s shrugging it off entirely, like there was nothing to apologize for. 

You continue, your confidence in your speech building. “I love the big and little things you do for me, and I’ve always appreciated your willingness to be there no matter the time of day for those you care about. For my family, for the guys—even for a random person on the goddamn sidewalk.”

You feel tears pooling in your eyes. “But, I need you to listen when I tell you there are some things that you can’t help me with, or that I don’t need your help for. And taking my opinion and listening doesn’t mean you’re not doing your best as a boyfriend. The opposite, actually.”

You see words on Mingi’s tongue threatening to spill out, and you give him the clear to say them. “I guess I just don’t know how to show you I’m here for you otherwise.”

“You’ve always shown me that, Min,” you respond instantly, not wanting him to doubt himself or his capabilities as a partner. “All I want is for you to be by my side, even if I’m struggling with things, and if you can understand that I’ll ask for your help when I need it moving forward, I think we’ll be okay. Okay?” You kiss his palm in between your own hands, and you tuck it under your chin.

Mingi smiles and puts his other hand on your thigh, rubbing the skin through the material of your dress. “Does this mean that I have to go back to that store and get a refund for the makeup I bought?”

You laugh, the sound coated with happiness, and shake your head again. “No. Why let all that good eyeshadow go to waste, right?”

Mingi chuckles, full of vigor. “Right.” He leans across the box between you, your lips an inch away from his. “And does this mean I can kiss you now?”

You quirk an eyebrow and smirk. “If you know what’s good for you, Song Mingi.”

His lips press to yours, quick and hard, and you swear you hear the clack of your teeth against his the second they collide. You don’t care, though. The feelings that accompany the kiss are all-encompassing; the pain from being apart for days, the tension from the entire night between you like a knife ready to strike down, the love that’s always been there even when you both were apart.

“Fuck, I missed you so much,” Mingi confesses. His lips reattach to yours as he bunches up your dress with his hands, his fingers just barely ghosting over the hem of your panties. Your quickly dampening underwear meets the cool air in Mingi’s car, and you shudder.

“Min, the place for kissing and making up is not in your car. Take me to bed properly, please?” You beg and nibble at his bottom lip. The moan that leaves his mouth makes your heart sing and your pussy wetter than it was a moment before.

He nips your lips again before saying, “Anything you want, always.”

Mingi sprawls your body out on your shared bed gently. You can tell he’s worried the moment is a figment of his imagination, or you’ll change your mind in a second, wanting him to go back to waiting and wishing for you again.

But you dispel the doubts in his mind the second you say, “Mingi, please touch me.” He grins and pulls your dress down by its hemline, the strapless material easily removed from your body with his strength. 

He kisses your skin as if starved of your body for years instead of days, moving from your ankle to the juncture of your thigh and pelvis. You moan weakly, hips bucking into nothing but the cool air. “You’ve made me wait, princess. It’s only fair you have to wait a little bit too.”

His words ring hollow, though. The second your panties meet the same fate as your dress, he kisses your clit and folds with all the love and admiration he has in his body. He dives into your cunt with the same fervor he put into his kisses on the way there. His mouth goes at a solid and quick pace, his tongue slipping inside of you before circling around the sensitive nub between your legs and repeating in that fashion.

You clutch his hair with your hand. Mingi’s other hand presses down on your stomach so you can’t arch too hard off of the bed. “So eager and so wet, princess. Just like I like it,” he whispers hoarsely.

“Fuck, fuck, Mingi, please fuck me,” you whimper. “I want to come with you inside of me.”

Mingi shakes his head, his hair ruffling against your inner thighs. “I want one on my tongue, baby. Just one.”

He increases his tongue’s speed against your clit, flicking so fast you think you may die before you feel the effects of your impending orgasm. But, thankfully, you get to welcome the release in all of its glory. Your essence covers Mingi’s face as you ride out your high, letting your hips roll until you come down completely.

Mingi kisses you hard when he comes up from between your legs. You mewl at the taste of yourself on his tongue. He taps the side of your thigh with his fingers, and by now you know what he wants you to do.

You turn and raise your body up on all fours. You jut your ass out for him to admire in the moonlight's glow pervading your bedroom window. He chuckles, but it’s airless from his shock at the sight in front of him, one he thought for a second he would never see again. “Goddamn, I could look at you all day. You know that, right?”

You look over your shoulder and bite your lip, moving back to brush his reddened cock, making him groan. “Why look when you can touch?”

He slams inside of you in the next second, clit smacking against his balls from the sheer force and size of him going all the way inside of you without issue. You press your face into the bed underneath you, garbled moans filling the room because of your pleasure.

Mingi yanks you up by your hair, not slowing his pace. “I don’t think so, princess. I want everyone in this place to know how good you’re getting fucked, got it?”

He bends your neck at an absurd angle to kiss you again, his tongue and lingering traces of your essence filling your mouth as he drills his cock into your velvety walls. It’s indescribable how impeccable his sex drive is, tonight one of all the other nights he’s made you fall apart multiple times without a sign of stopping.

But seeing as you’ve been apart for the better half of a week, you think he may just fall apart as fast as you do on a normal day.

“Min, I’m close,” you warn, your body slowly weakening from staying in position after such merciless thrusts and the brutal force of his cock slamming in and out of you.

Mingi holds you up with one hand while the other snakes down to your clit with intense exuberance. “Me too, baby. Just hold on tight, okay?”

Suddenly, he’s going faster than he ever has before, your body merely a toy for him to emit dozens of thrusts into in such a brief time span. His speed is almost unmanageable, it creates blind spots in your vision. You come with a violent cry ripping from your throat, your body releasing onto his cock and on the sheets below you. You don’t stop coming until he slows his own pace and orgasms himself, the mess between you and on the bed a mixture of your releases.

Mingi exits you and moves the two of you to a spot on the bed not covered in the mess, but he can’t help but stare as his cum leaves your cunt in small droplets. He’s partly fascinated by the sight, but also relieved to have you back in his arms in the bed you’ve shared for months.

He rubs up and down your arms and kisses across your collarbone until he reaches your face, his eyes reflecting a pool of love and satiation. “Hey, beautiful. Are you feeling okay?”

You smile dumbly and give him a small nod. “Never better.”

He kisses your nose before he meets your lips again, this kiss softer than all the other ones you’ve received from him tonight. “I love you.”

You know he means it every time he says it. Yet, somehow, with a newfound understanding of your shared wants and needs, and a promise for the future to be better than the past, this time he says it feels sweeter than it ever has. And when you say you love him back, you mean it even more.

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[bdbueckers]

trust me? | p.b

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, sub!paige, soft dom!reader, sex toy usage, spit, slight tribbing, fingering, overstimulation(?), i think that’s all but feel free to lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 4.4k (pwp)

summary: slight sub!paige action after an impromptu trip to the sex shop and a cheesy candlelight dinner. based on this request!

author's note: i couldn't finish up the fic that i wanted to upload for valentine's day so we're scrapping it for now and ima leave y'all with this! it's different for me to write sub!paige but i think i like how it came out and maybe i'll get more into it for future posts! once again, thank you so much the anon that sent the request, hopefully you enjoy it a little more than everyone else! (ngl i didn’t really proofread this so we’re giving it to god…and as always if you hate it idc don't tell me)

also that uconn vs south carolina game has given me the serotonin boost needed to carry me through this month AND march, they make me so proud😭 y’all better be tuned in for the game tonight vs seton hall :) i’m manifesting more pg paige and some beautiful uconn hoops!

okay sorry i’m done talking…namz <3's you, bye!

nervous was an understatement. how do you bring up the idea of topping your girlfriend…to her? considering you hadn’t thought about how to do so prior to this moment, the nerves seemed normal.

you took a spontaneous trip to your favorite sex shop without telling paige and you blacked out when you got inside, overwhelmed by all the options without your girlfriend by your side to give you her opinion. 

immediately once you had eyes on it you’d settled for a dual bullet vibrator, paired with a remote. the thought of paige using it on you immediately causes you to hold your breath a little. but the thought of you using it on her had you b-lining to the register and giddy and running up the stairs at home to hide it while she was asleep on the couch.

after some pondering, you’d figured it would be a little too easy to ask. it was essentially a yes or no question, and she’d honestly answer in a heartbeat, but you wanted to ensure that she’d be at your mercy.

you settled on the idea of a nice candlelit dinner for the both of you to butter her up. then you’d “pop the question”. 

you were back out of the house as soon as you’d returned, texting paige that you were heading out for some groceries, tucking the “gift” away.

by the time you were back she was wide awake and pretty tuned in to whatever she had playing on the tv. she heard you coming in the door and met you there to greet you sweetly and take any bags from your hands. she sets them down on the counter and starts to reach in, almost too fast for you to remember that she was supposed to be hands off and out of the kitchen for tonight.

“noo, wait let me do it! i wanna cook dinner for you so i’ll put things away.“

“cook for me? baby, what’s the occasion? literally we just celebrated valentine’s day.” okay, so she was already asking you questions.

“shh, no occasion. i just love you and i want to practice making some things. then i’ll be cooking for you all the time instead of…almost never” you respond in a rush, sort of frowning at the last part but still prying her hands off the bags and lightly pushing her out of the kitchen.

you can hear her muttering under her breath but nonetheless she turns on her heels to press a kiss to your lips and whisper a quick “missed you” before turning back around to leave.

your heart swells in your chest at the thought of how sweet she is to you while you put away everything and set out what you were gonna make.

you wanted to get a little fixed up, or at least out of one pair of sweatpants and into another. slipping past paige, who was once again focused on the tv, you headed upstairs. 

after putting on the smallest bit of makeup and fiddling with your hair you grin at your reflection in the mirror. the thought of getting pretty for your girlfriend enough to make your stomach jump. you throw on a pair of loose fitting pants and one of your teenier tops. you’d even saved up to buy another overpriced lingerie set and you had it on underneath, intending for p to see you in it and immediately want it off.

paige walks into the bathroom ready to shower and stops directly behind you in the mirror, letting out a small noise of shock. 

“all this for me? okay now i really need to know what’s going on.” she questions, now standing so close that you could feel her body heat on your back.

“nothing is going on! i told you i wanted to cook for you tonight, can’t i look good while doing it?” you reply, holding eye contact with her in the mirror and ending your sentence with a mini eye roll.

she lifts a hand from her side and places it right underneath your bust, slightly on your ribs, pulling you even further into her.

“you always look good for me baby, but i’ll let you have this.” she teases, kissing your temple and continuing her stride to the shower.

as soon as she was facing away from you, you were staring hard. watching the muscles in her back strain against her shirt when she reached for a towel, you trailed your eyes up and down her frame.

you wish you had her underneath you right now.

stopping yourself you huff slightly and make your way down to the kitchen to get started on dinner. you get in with the “harder” more time consuming parts first so you could focus and shortly the whole process starts to breeze by. 

everything thus far was perfect, especially for a meal that didn’t technically require a recipe.

you hear the water of the shower shut off and a few other noises upstairs. this allows you to anticipate paige emerging from your shared bedroom and getting a whiff of the home cooked meal, immediately on track to fold for you like you needed. 

when she does make her way into the kitchen you’re standing over a cutting board gathering some stuff to chop.

“it smells so good in here baby, oh my god” you hear paige from behind you. then you feel her. hands gravitating to your hips as always and she gently places her chin on your shoulder, her front molding to your back.

“i’m just making a lil something…since i was finally given some time to put some groceries in the fridge. we’re gonna eat something home cooked and actually fulfilling tonight, no fast food, no take out. made with lots of love.” you say, a smile plastered on your face at the domestic feel of this entire moment.

just you and the prettiest girl in the world, standing in your shared living space while you prepared dinner as a way to treat yourselves. 

“i don’t even know what you’re making and i’m drooling over it, guess you’ve still got your touch.” she teases, nudging your cheek with her nose and leaving a light smack on your ass.

“STILL? get out of the kitchen.” you respond, stifling a laugh of your own at how ridiculous she was. “it’s almost done and i’ve already set the table, maybe pour yourself a glass of wine and get out of my way?”

“yes ma’am.” she snorts, holding her hands up in fake defense and shaking her head a little.

you quickly plate everything, mentally saving yourself a pat on the back for how good it truly did look.

sneaking a peek into the dining room you see paige on her phone, eyes low and cheeks already a little rosy as a result of her now finished glasses of wine.

“hey pretty girl, dinner is ready!” you call out, assuming she’d want to carry your plates to the table as she always did.

her lips form an “o” as she locks eyes with the food on the counter and then her eyes pan over to you. if looks could talk her eyes would definitely be confessing their love to you right now. 

feeling shy under her gaze you shake your head and go in for a hug, slightly nuzzling into her chest. you pull back, tilt your head up, and she’s already looking back at you. you both pull back cheesing, not needing to say much.

“babe this is a little too much, you didn’t have to– wait, are you tryna butter me up?” paige breaks the silence.

“butter you up? mmm, maybe…but that doesn’t mean i didn’t want to cook for you. it’s like the cherry on top, please just enjoy yourself baby c’mon!” you plead, stepping back from her to hold her hands in your own.

“okay…” she mutters, before repeating the words cherry on top underneath her breath and giggling. 

she grabs your plates and walks them to the table as you follow closely behind and take your spot across from her.

you’re only two bites in before you hear her again, “okay but seriously what is it? the suspense is killing me.”

“can’t you just eat your food first?” you laugh, shaking your head and taking another bite.

“i think we both know i can multitask, answer the question.” she responds, taking a bite of her food and a sip from her wine glass.

“i promise you will find out when we finish our meal,” you dodge again.

paige smacks her lips a little, a smile fighting for its life to stay hidden.

she does let it go, or so you’d hoped. and dinner goes well. eventually you’re just poking at what’s left on your plate while paige rambles a little. she’d cleared whatever she had in front of her a bit ago but you’d managed to get her talking to avoid her disrupting your own train of thought.

she pauses between sentences and your mouth moves faster than your thoughts.

“p, you trust me right?” you genuinely ask, already nervous again.

“of course baby, what’s going on?” she asks, placing her hand over yours on the table.

“i, i got uh– well i wanna show you something, if that’s okay?” you taunt a bit, lacing your fingers together and getting up from your seat at the table.

her eyebrows furrow a little and she smirks before getting up with you. you begin leading her to your bedroom and stop a few paces from the door to face her. you place your hands on her chest, before allowing them to creep up and secure behind her neck.

“you’re so beautiful,” you whisper, a very visible glint in your eyes.

before she can respond you pull her down to your height and connect your lips. you sigh into the kiss when you feel her hands immediately on your ass and her tilting her head to deepen the kiss. you open your mouth the slightest bit and feel her tongue meet your own. if you weren’t hot before from the wine, you definitely were now. 

you pull back completely and smirk before turning around and heading directly into the bedroom, a slight sway in your hips.

you guide paige onto the bed and she plops down a little, you perched at her side.

“earlier today, i was shopping around and i found something that i wanted to see if you’re interested in.” you trail off, getting up to fetch the discreet packaging that you knew for a fact paige was familiar with.

“mhm, and what is this ‘something’?” she proceeds, holding up her own air quotes. her eyes on yours and one of her eyebrows raised the tiniest bit. almost challenging you.

you pull the toy out of the bag, seeing as you had already taken them out of their packaging earlier to prep.

paige’s expression is hard to read and you can tell she’s leaving space for you to answer her unspoken questions, her breath hitching.

you climb on top of her holding the toy at your side. you catch her eyes fell onto your lips, glossy and parted to speak.

“i just saw this and thought we could try something new? specifically me, trying it out on the both of us.” you ask, or tell her rather. voice a little low but not wavering at all.

“baby i’m all yours, i want whatever you want.” she utters, hands lightly gripping your thighs.

“i’m so happy to hear you say that,” you smile.

you lean down, your weight falling onto your hand that’s now right beside paige’s head. you hold eye contact for as long as you can before you connect your lips again in another kiss. this one less gentle, some notable urge behind it. paige moans immediately kissing back, her hands back on your ass when your tongue slips between her lips to meet her own. 

you pull back to catch your breath, also opting to shed your shirt and reveal your other surprise for her. 

“fuck, are you serious?” paige groans. immediately drawn to the teacup bralette that held your tits just right, but also left you exposed with the mesh on the front of it.

“you like?” you ask, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from laughing at the expression on her face.

“baby you know i do, cmon” 

“let me show you the rest of it then?” you finish, pushing up onto your knees so you could rid yourself of your pants.

your panties are the same mesh as the bralette, but they’re lacking the smallest piece of fabric. 

they’re crotchless.

you swear you can see the girl in front of you drool a little when she realizes. paige’s eyes are blown out and her mouth is agape when she sees you kneeling in front of her, practically naked.

“do you wanna shed some layers too p? i’m getting impatient,” you tease, watching as she scoffs a little before sitting up to pull her own shirt over her head. 

you have to stop yourself from getting too distracted by her taut abdomen and the little bit of cleavage that’s exposed when she presses her arms together, tugging her sleeves off. as soon as the shirt hits the floor of your bedroom you have your hands in the waistband of her pants, locking eyes with her. she tilts her head in a small nod that signals you to continue.

when you’re both lacking a good amount of clothing you crawl over her. your panties allowing your bare clit to rest on her lap and you hiss at the contact. you grab her hand and place it over your front, hinting at her to fondle your nipples over the thin fabric of your bralette.

“you’re unreal,” you hear paige utter from underneath you, her eyes watching your puffy clit glide messily over her slightly covered bottom half. the sight causes you to swallow a mix of a chuckle and a moan.

“yeah? tell me more.” you respond, breathless as you reach for her other hand, bringing two of her fingers up to your mouth. you kiss them gently and then wrap your lips around her fingertips.

knowing that this gets her going you’re not shocked at how her eyelids flutter before she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“you cooked me dinner and now you’re dressed in some of the best lingerie i’ve ever seen, plus you got your pussy in my lap. that’s as good as it gets, baby.” paige answers you, pinching your nipple between two of her fingers and smirking when you sigh and lick at your already glossy lips.

“only the best for you,” you start, pulling her hand away from your lips and toying at the waistband of her underwear, ready for those to come off too.

when her bottom half is completely bare you reach for the vibrators on the bed. 

“take off your bra.” you demand, raising an eyebrow at your girlfriend whilst putting some more distance between the two.

she complies easily and now she is beneath you, completely naked. a slight sheen of sweat on her chest that’s rising and falling a little quicker than before. she’s nervous.

you down and place a hand on her hip while you tongue at her nipples, they’re already hard from being exposed to the air in your bedroom. you don’t miss how pretty she sounds when she lets out a whine, her hand securing itself on the back of your head to hold you closer if even possible. 

“for once i just want to please you baby, i think this is the perfect way to make sure that we both get what we need. just lay back for me and enjoy yourself.” you utter into the empty silence, voice breathy while you sit up again and take one end of the toy, putting it in your mouth to wet.

paige’s mouth opens and she doesn’t say anything but you can tell she’s trying hard not to.

with the remote in your hand you immediately switch the speed to 2 and place it on the nipple that your mouth was on moments ago.

paige arches her back off the bed slightly, eyes immediately squeezing shut. this is already everything you want and you’re just getting started.

“fuck, baby what are you doing–“

“ah ah, remember just enjoy yourself, let me worry about what’s going on.” you shush her, circling her nipple with the vibrating bullet.

she looks beautiful under you like this. her cheeks are red, head thrown back in pleasure as her hips start to move beneath you on instinct.

“m-more, please i want more” she moans, lifting her head up, only to drop it again when she gets sight of you. 

your hair is a little messy from tossing your head side to side and the look in your eyes is sultry. plus you’ve got a vibrator held onto her nipple and she swears she can see a wet spot on her skin from you rutting against her. if it was possible she would’ve cum just from watching you touch her.

“more? what do you want? baby you have to tell me.” you taunt, already gripping the other end of the vibrator in your free hand.

“i’m so wet, i know you can feel it. t-touch me? please? mmmh–“ she cuts herself off when she feels the vibrations on her nipple intensify. the speed was now at 3…and then it was at 4.

“you’re even prettier when you beg p, have i ever told you that?”

“n-no, fuck” she hisses.

“well, you’re usually so in control. i just have to say i love seeing you like this.”

with a light touch you trace some shapes on the outside of her thigh before spreading her legs, your eyes immediately drawn to the wet spot underneath her on her bed. 

“you weren’t lying baby, you’re already making a mess and i haven’t even done anything yet.” you don’t give her much time to say anything in response, gathering all the spit into your mouth and pushing it from your lips so that it lands on her clit in a glob. it’s nasty, just how you both like it and paige lets out another surprisingly high pitched noise. her hole clenching around nothing.

sitting back on your heels between her legs you take your hand that’s holding the vibrator to her nipple and you switch sides. when you see how puffy and red the one that was previously receiving attention is, you almost feel bad, but that feeling doesn’t last long. 

while paige is trying to catch her breath you take the other end of the vibrator and start tracing circles around her clit, before pulling it away again. she cries out, realizing that you were going to keep teasing her.

landing a smack on her hip to get her to drop them down towards the bed again you drag the bullet up and down the length of her pussy, your eyes never leaving her face as she was putting on a show.

“mmm– please just do something baby, anything. i don’t know how much more of this i can take.” paige whines, then reaches out for you. you lean away from her touch.

“you’re good with the safe word?” you ask, tone a little more serious than you intended.

“yes of course baby, just– OH FUCK!”

before she can say anything else you’re pushing the bullet into her fluttering hole, holding in a moan at how tight she is.

“how’s that?” you tease, completely inserting the toy.

“shit– it’s perfect baby,”

“i bet.”

pulling away the end of the vibrator that was on her nipple you lean down again to take it in your mouth. once more she’s cradling your head, this time a little harder. she wants you close, it’s cute.

using little force you pump the bullet into her, listening for her sounds of satisfaction. 

pulling off of her nipple with a pop you watch as she fights to pry her eyes open.

“baby, k-kiss me?” she says, or rather pleads.

your heart beats faster at how desperate she sounds. you grant her the kiss and it’s hot, sloppy, and leaves a string of spit between the two of you when you pull away while she chases after you with her lips.

“my god p, you’re such a good girl for me. who would’ve thought?” you whisper right in her face, smirking a little as she huffs in disappointment when you lean back and away from her again.

“i’ll be a good girl for you any time you want baby, just please don’t stop.” she groans, gushing around the toy inside of her.

“oh really, any time? you promise?” 

an image flashes in your head and before you can think about it too much you’re releasing paige’s leg from your grip, pulling the vibrator out of her and increasing the speed to 5. you pull your left leg up and drape it over her right, almost in a split, pulling the vibrator out of her and pressing it down on her clit with a good amount of pressure. 

her upper half jolts once again, as she raises her head just in time to watch you press your clit down on the vibrator as well, sandwiching it between the two of you.

paige almost screams when you put your entire weight down. your own jaw falls slack and you throw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut.

“p, oh my god– FUCK i can’t believe i thought of this. you’re doing so good, my messy baby. i wish you could see yourself right now.”

leaning down to smack a wet kiss in the middle of her chest you grab the remote in your free hand and turn up the speed to 6. whimpering and crying out into paige’s skin that’s beneath your lips. another loud whine leaves the back of her throat, followed by a grunt and a string of curses.

“i-i can’t”

“you can.”

you use her mouth to wet two of your fingers, she sucks on them sloppily, barely able to focus on the action due to the intense pressure on her clit from both you and the vibrator. you pull them from her lips, with a pop, before you trail them down to between her thighs, circling her hole one last time with your fingertips.

“SHIT– i’m so close baby” paige yelps, starting to huff her breaths out faster when she feels you pressing down harder, using your weight to move the shiny bullet against the both of you slightly. 

she attempts to close her legs around your hand and fails due to the position you were in.

“i know pretty girl i know, m-me too, just hold out a little more hmm?”

turning the vibrator to its highest speed of 7 you pump your middle and ring finger into paige, choking on your own breath at the feeling of her clenching around you and the bullet beneath you violating your clit at this point. 

paige lets out a sob, bringing one of her arms to cover her face. you reach up with the hand that’s not inside of her and rip her arm back. you watch her intently, tears hot and heavy on her cheeks blurring her vision.

“fuck–, paige you look so perfect when you cry.”

“it hurts so good baby, don’t stop“

“you’re close aren’t you? give it to me, cmon, i’m right there with you. i want all you’ve got.”

at this point you have no idea what’s coming out of your mouth but you don’t give a fuck, trying to hold onto your orgasm intending for the girl underneath you to finish first.

and finish she did. smacking your hand off of her arm she reaches down to hold your hips still against her own, tears falling rapidly from her eyes now. 

you don’t know if she’s just really spent or if it’s you that’s spent because you can’t register the words coming out of her mouth while she’s riding out her high. except the last three she matters as soon as you pull your fingers from her leaking cunt.

“i love you”

this sends you over the edge and you have to use every little bit of strength left in you not to collapse directly into paige. 

moaning pornography as your hole spasms around nothing you can only withstand the vibrator for another millisecond before you reach down to snatch it off of the two of you.

you do actually fall onto paige after this but she’s starting to catch her breath now so she welcomes you with open arms, still panting loudly.

you lay a mess between her legs with your head on her chest and your body trembling a little.

when you calm down enough you crane your neck to get a glimpse of your girlfriend. your hand instinctively reaching up to wipe the remainder of tears from her face.

“p, you did so well for me baby. thank you for letting me try that with you” you whisper, pecking her chest gently.

she doesn’t open her eyes, you assume she probably can’t after the amount of energy that orgasm must’ve exerted from her. but she replies nonetheless.

“i already told you, i’ll do anything for you anytime you want. all you have to do is ask.” 

“yeah yeah whatever, just kiss me and go to sleep.”

she actually does open her eyes. they’re glossed over and a little red and puffy from the crying but just as you had mentioned earlier, she looked so gorgeous. 

lifting her head just enough to meet you halfway she slots her lips against your own. the entire moment is so sweet, your entire body feels warm again. the thought of this girl being yours for the rest of your life crosses your mind.

when you pull back you’ve got a goofy grin on your face and you rest your head back on her chest before letting out a deep breath and closing your eyes again. 

paige’s body moves a little and you recognize the motion as her chuckling, before she opens her mouth one final time.

“i can’t wait to use that toy on you next. only. on you.”

[gallifrey1sburning]

It was one of the worst fights they’d ever had, if you could even call it that—and there had been some bad ones, in the time since they’d started trying to heal, trying to forgive. You didn’t move past a history of attempting to kill one another without a few screaming matches. But Draco had never seen Harry like this, before; his eyes like ice in a stony face. And it was about Severus Snape, of all people.

“He was a good man,” Draco had said.

And Harry’s posture had shifted, something going still in a way that had given his response an unexpected edge. “No. He wasn’t.”

Draco had been incensed. “How can you say that, when he saved your life? He gave up everything, endured years of suspicion and hatred, lived and died as a spy, all to do the right thing! He was a good man.”

So cold, that glare, and yet it wasn’t reflected anywhere else on Harry’s face. His features, usually so animated, had been a flat, expressionless mask. Even in his own anger, something about it had terrified Draco.

“Do you know why it was that he hated me so much?” Harry had asked.

“Because you were a little shit who constantly got away with breaking the rules?”

Harry hadn’t even acknowledged the response. “He loathed me on sight. I remember him glaring at me at the start of year feast. Bullying me in our very first class, mocking me for not having memorized the textbook, sneering and telling me fame wasn’t everything. Doing his best to humiliate me.”

The silence of the brief pause had been stifling. Draco had wanted to respond, to argue, but his tongue had felt glued to the roof of his mouth. Harry had rolled his wand between his fingers, watching it twirl back and forth, hypnotic.

“I was eleven years old. Orphaned. Malnourished. I’d spent the last ten years being treated like less than dirt, locked in a cupboard, hated for reasons I had no hope of understanding because no one ever told me. I was so excited to finally be treated like a person, to have enough to eat, to have friends, to fucking learn. And Snape took every single opportunity he could, for years, to rip me to shreds. Trying to sabotage me in class, trying to get me kicked off the Quidditch team, trying to get me expelled, not trying to teach me the one skill that could have protected my mind during the war. And all for what? For having the audacity to look like my dead dad.”

He’d drummed his fingers against his wand, then, ceasing the absentminded twirl. “He had reason to hate my dad, of course. He’d bullied him, and then he’d married the love of his life. But I wasn’t my dad. I was a child. I was a child who happened to, by roll of the genetic dice, look more like my dad than my mum. And that was it. That was all it took. That was the entire reason. I may have been a ‘little shit’ in retaliation, but that wasn’t why he hated me.”

When Harry had looked back up, eyes meeting Draco’s, Draco had felt the sharpness of his stare like a knife through the chest.

“Now imagine someone doing that to Scorpius—treating him the way Snape treated me—simply because he favors you over Astoria. And then tell me again that he was a good man.” He’d swallowed, then, the first sign of any feeling beyond icy-sharp fury. “He might have been a hero, for his role in the war—but don’t ever mistake that for being good.”

And then he’d walked away, and all that Draco had been able to feel was cold.

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt “Ice”, although this clearly ended up a bit more than micro…

[chaotic-orphan]

The Stranger (VI)

Read part one here // Continued from here

This part is dedicated to @princess-bubble-blossom, hope you enjoy! <3

*~*~*~*~*

“You know what Vigilante?” Karma asked, drumming his fingers on the rim of his steering wheel. Vigilante didn’t answer. He ignored all of Karma’s attempts at striking conversation between them for the last half hour as Karma drove them through the city. Vigilante just stared out the window as the streetlights whizzed by on the street, illuminating patches of the pavement as they drove and drove and drove. People on their way home from work or going to a night shift were all out in all manner of clothes. Karma could kill any of them with a sentence. “Vigilante.”

Vigilante didn’t answer.

Karma sighed in the driver’s seat. He went to turn on the radio, but then he straightened suddenly, and Vigilante stiffened. Karma’s joy was only ever at the misfortune of others. Had he seen somebody on his hit list? Would he make Vigil–

“McDonald’s!” Karma almost squealed and changed lanes so they could go through the drive through. “That will cheer you up.”

“Letting me go would cheer me up,” Vigilante grumbled, glancing at Karma from the corner of his eye. “Not threatening my friends would cheer me up.”

“Okay, Vidge, let’s not get crazy. One, you and I both know I’ll never let you go, and two, correction – friend. Let’s not pretend you have other people that give a shit where you are or why you disappeared.”

Oh.

Vigilante didn’t expect the words to hit him square in the chest, but they did, and he couldn’t say anything in his defence. Karma was right. Hero was the only person who cared about Vigilante, knew of his existence, except a couple villains here and there he worked with, and now that Hero no longer… Now that he forced Hero to forget him nobody would look for him. Nobody would interrupt Karma’s plans and go sniffing about his operation. Except that Vigilante had given Hero a lead. An innocent lead that Hero could have come to on their own.

Hero may not be looking for Vigilante anymore, but Vigilante made damn sure Hero would be looking for Karma. A small victory, that may never amount to anything, but Vigilante held onto the little bud of hope that took root in his chest as they went around the drive through.

“What do you want?” Karma asked as they got close to the window.

“Nothing.”

Karma tsked. “Don’t be a baby, Vidge, my treat.”

“You don’t get to call me Vidge.”

“Fine, your royal fucking grumpiness, what do you want?”

“Nothing,” Vigilante bit out. He didn’t want anything from this fucker. That was the truth.

Karma ran a hand down his face. “Don’t make me fucking compel it out of you.”

Vigilante scoffed, his head snapping to Karma. “What do you have to be angry about?” He demanded.

Karma’s eyes were burning with anger, swirling. A look that would have sent Vigilante running if he could, but he tried to school his expression into a mask of frustration instead of fear.

“You haven’t spoken in the last thirty minutes! Just pouted like a child staring out the window.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you have to lose your entire world tonight?”

Karma’s lip curled at one edge, revealing teeth, anything but friendly. “I can always go back and kill your entire world, Vidge.”

Vigilante threw his hands up. “Another threat?! And you wonder why I don’t want to talk to you?” He fixed his face into one of mock sympathy and continued, “I’m truly sorry that I hurt your sensitive feelings Karma, how about you make me beg for fucking forgiveness? Would that appease your bruised ego?”

Karma’s face blazed with fury, but Vigilante didn’t care what Karma did to him now. The silence was thick around them, choking, and it seemed to go on forever until a voice buzzed from a receiver: “Welcome to McDonald’s, can I take your order?”

Karma blinked and turned as if suddenly remembering where he was and not focused on the million different ways he could murder Vigilante in that moment. He turned to the speaker and said: “Uh, hi, I would like a big mac meal, with coke, and a happy meal with chicken nuggets and coke please.”

Vigilante scoffed and stared out the window as Karma finished up the order with the server. When they drove on, Karma said, “if you’re going to act like a child, I’ll treat you like one.”

“You are giving yourself this headache,” Vigilante reminded him sweetly. “If I annoy you, just let me go.”

Karma’s smile was cold, his eyes promising only pain. “Why would I do that when I can do whatever I want to you when we get home?”

Vigilante didn’t flinch. He suppressed the shiver down his spine, but some other tell must have shown on his face because Karma’s eyes glinted with malice. “I need to let off some steam from having such a disobedient little puppy.”

“I’m not your–” Vigilante began but stopped himself, remembering the last time he tried to deny being Karma’s dog.

Karma chuckled and reached over, rubbing Vigilante’s hair. Petting him until Vigilante batted his hand away. “See?” Karma cooed. “You’re already learning. Such an intelligent puppy.”

Vigilante swallowed but didn’t respond. He went back to staring out the window as they got the food and pulled out of the drive-through. Karma parked up in the parking lot. Vigilante didn’t look at him. The smell of the food caused a silent rumbling in his stomach, pulling at his gut, trying to get him to give in, but Vigilante refused.

Karma ate beside him in silence. A slurp of the coke and he said, “Vigilante, if you don’t eat your happy meal, you won’t get any food for the rest of the week.”

Vigilante glared at him over his shoulder. Karma’s face was neutral, as if they were just chatting about nothing. As if threatening to starve someone was an everyday occurrence for him.

“I don’t want it.” His stomach grumbled audibly as he said that. Shame flushed his cheeks red, and Vigilante turned away, scowling, angrier with his traitorous body than Karma in that moment.

“Starving is not a pretty thing, Vigilante. Wouldn’t want you losing any of that heroic muscle mass you got, hmm?” Karma pushed the box over to Vigilante, right beside his hand. Vigilante almost whimpered. But Karma’s words just stoked his rage.

He turned in his seat, so his back was against the door, facing Karma fully now, his eyes narrowed into a cold glare. “What would you know about starving?” Vigilante demanded. “You’ve got your fancy house in the nice part of town. Actually, the nicest part of town. Where you’re far enough away not to be bothered by the city life, but still close. When have you ever had to starve?!”

Karma blinked at Vigilante. Then he lifted his cup, straw between his lips and sucked some coke into his mouth, all while maintaining eye contact with Vigilante. Vigilante wanted to throttle him, but Karma’s command kept a chokehold on him.

When he finished his sip, he smacked his lips and smiled pleasantly at Vigilante. “You interact with Villain, right?”

The question caught him off guard. He couldn’t help the frustration from showing on his face. “What?”

Karma’s eyelids drooped over his eyes as he inclined his head, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re a vigilante. You play both sides. Work for both. Hero isn’t your only acquaintance and contact in the city, Vidge. You have Supervillain’s number, Villain’s, Other Villain’s, Other Hero’s – though none meant as much as Hero.”

Vigilante balled his hands into his fists. Just how much information did Karma glean from his phone? Vigilante’s nostrils flared. He crossed his arms. “So what?”

“Supervillain grew up wealthy. As did Villain. As did your beloved Hero, or…” Karma’s voice dipped. “Should I say your ex-beloved Hero?”

Vigilante went to punch him, but the barrier stopped him. Karma patted Vigilante’s fist lightly that remained two inches from Karma’s nose. “There, there, Vigilante. You wear your heart on your sleeve. It’s too easy.”

Vigilante pulled back, running his hands through his hair. “You’re such a prick!”

“So, you don’t deny you work for other rich people?”

“I’m not working for you, dickhead. And I work with them. It’s an alliance.”

“So, what, is it because I have done terrible, abhorrent things?” Karma asked with a pout. He continued before Vigilante could reply, “because from what I remember, Supervillain tried to blow up the docks once. When those sweet little kiddies were on a school trip.”

“But he didn’t.”

“Thanks to your ex-beloved.”

Vigilante had to restrain himself from jumping at Karma again.

“You ally yourself with other morally ambivalent people. Yet you loathe me for going after a corrupt Mayor. You’re not like… his bastard or something, are you?”

Vigilante bristled at the accusation. Karma chuckled. “Yeah. I would have that same reaction. He is as much a monster as I am, Vigilante. It takes a monster to destroy another. If I have to be that monster, so be it.”

“His son has nothing to–” Vigilante began to explain, but cut himself off and shook his head, scoffing. Karma wouldn’t want to hear reason from him. “Forget it. And the heroes and villains I associate have never once kidnapped me and held me against my will. Made me do and witness the horrible shit they’ve done.” Vigilante shot a scathing glare at Karma. “So don’t put yourself on par with them. You’re not like them. You know nothing about me or how and why I met them and chose to work with them. None.”

Karma tilted his head slightly at Vigilante. “See? We can be civil, Vigilante. Maybe I want to make an ally of you.”

“Keep dreaming,” Vigilante snarled. Karma smiled. Then he turned in his seat and grabbed his rubbish.

He flashed Vigilante a grin and said: “don’t leave the car. Be right back.”

Vigilante rolled his eyes as Karma shut the door. Vigilante glanced at the happy meal beside him and glanced over his shoulder to where Karma was walking before he disappeared from sight. Vigilante opened the box and pulled out the chicken nuggets. He ate two as he scanned the parking lot and waited for Karma to come back.

Waited…

Why the fuck was he waiting?

He couldn’t leave the car, but he sure as shit could do anything besides that. Vigilante shifted to the driver’s seat and stared down at the keys still in the ignition. Karma couldn’t be stupid enough to do such a thing, right? Right? Was this a test? Who the fuck cares?!

Vigilante turned the keys in the ignition and started the van. He let out a sharp, shocked laughter at the easiness of it all. Vigilante could go, right now. Find Hero. Tell the Mayor about Karma. He slammed his foot on the clutch and put the van into first and before he could take off the driver’s door opened, and a hand grabbed him and yanked him from the seat.

Vigilante gasped as he left the van. A storm of fire and ice raced through his mind as he writhed on the ground, gasping between choked breaths that wouldn’t even allow him to scream as his body fought him for disobeying Karma’s command. His breath was stolen from his lungs as a boot slammed into his ribs, kicking him onto his back and Vigilante’s eyes flew open against the pain as he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Karma appeared above him, a foot on his breastbone as he leaned down over Vigilante, watching him squirm as his body burned with cold fire. Vigilante couldn’t plead or beg, or do anything except feel too much, and the longer he disobeyed the worse it became. It felt like tiny shards of razor blades pierced his blood, slicing him from within as hot tears streamed down the sides of his face and onto the pavement below.

He didn’t notice Karma picking him up or throwing him back into the van until he could finally intake a breath and Vigilante shuddered as the fire vanished from his blood, leaving him shivering and exhausted. Karma shoved him over to the passenger seat while he climbed in and shut the door behind him, beaming at Vigilante.

“You cunning little shit,” Karma said proudly, as if Vigilante was someone Karma had trained and mentored personally. “I really do need to be more careful with my commands to you, Vidge.”

Vigilante didn’t answer as he gasped in breaths. He felt the ache in his ribs now where Karma had kicked him, and he groaned in the back of his throat. It felt as if a noose had just been lifted from around his neck and his blood was pumping too fast, rushing to all the places it was restricted blood flow. Overwhelming. Ice cold. His breath fogged the window of the glass.

“Put your seatbelt on.”

Vigilante obeyed, wincing. “Good. Now go to sleep.”

And Vigilante let the darkness consume him.

*~*~*~*~*

Vigilante woke to Karma’s command. He blinked, eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. They weren’t in the car anymore. Vigilante’s head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, the hint of a pulsing headache lingered just above his brows as he found the silhouette of Karma in the darkness.

“Where are we?” he asked, yawning.

“In my basement,” Karma replied. Karma rustled in his pocket, pulled something out, a cigarette. With the flash of the lighter Vigilante could see Karma’s face, drawn tight. No usual playfulness in it. Vigilante repressed a shiver.

“Don’t you mean your torture dungeon?” Vigilante asked, only half joking. Karma chuckled. It didn’t assuage any lingering concern. Karma flicked on a switch and light flooded the room. Vigilante lifted his arm to cover his eyes until they adjusted. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Me?” Karma asked, no humour in his voice that set the hairs on the back of Vigilante’s neck on end. Footsteps drawing closer had Vigilante lowering his arm to keep his eyes on the villain. Karma’s smile was anything but warm. He took a long drag from his cigarette. “I’m not the one that refused to eat anything out of spite. Or refuses to take off his ridiculous mask.”

Vigilante put a hand to his face to make sure his mask was still on. Karma’s smile somehow burned colder as he exhaled a mouth full of smoke. “Don’t worry. I didn’t do it to you when you were out. You’re going to do it for me.”

Vigilante shot up but his knees were like cement, bolted to the ground. Karma stared down at him like a vengeful god, eclipsing the light of the basement. “Don’t.”

“You’re not leaving for a long, long time, Vigde. It’s about time you realise that. And as long as you hold onto that mask, it makes you feel like there’s still a chance you can escape. That you can return to normal life. That Hero will somehow overcome their compulsion and come find you.”

“Karma, please, don’t make me do that.”

Karma regarded him dispassionately.

“Please!”

Karma took another slow drag. “Fine. I won’t make you. Just do it. Of your own free will.”

“No!” Vigilante snarled. He tried to get to his feet again, but Karma’s compulsion held him down. He glared into the fucker’s eyes. “Fuck, no!”

Karma shrugged. “Fine. Suit yourself.”

Vigilante panted, preparing himself for the command, but it didn’t come. Instead, Karma turned and walked back towards the light switch, towards the door. Vigilante’s eyes widened. “What… what are you doing?”

“I told you if you didn’t eat, you won’t eat. How long did I say? Seven days?”

“Wait…” Vigilante said, hating the way his voice broke. Exposing himself. Karma looked over his shoulder at Vigilante, waiting.

“You gonna take off your mask?”

Vigilante swallowed, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He… fuck. Fuck! His head dropped on his shoulders as he sighed. No. He couldn’t. Not to Karma. It felt like… it felt like his only defence against the villain, which he knew was stupid and a false sense of security because the mask didn’t do shit.

Karma exhaled. He switched off the light. Then, without another word, he disappeared out the door and up the stairs, locking the door as he left. Vigilante stared into the darkness and wished he ate some more chicken nuggets.

*~*~*~*~*

He didn’t scream or beg Karma to come back. He had enough self-respect not to. But his stomach grumbled, and his throat was dry when he woke up in darkness the next day again. His knees were asleep, and every time he shifted his weight his calves would ignite with a flurry of pins and needles that was more annoying than uncomfortable.

He stared into the darkness.

Could he remove his mask? What was the point of keeping it, other than his pride? His last semblance of normality, of being a… of being Vigilante. If he revealed his face he may as well reveal his name. It’s not like he had any family that Karma could threaten. No… the one person he loved he had sent away himself. Told them to forget him.

Emotion clogged his throat as he thought about Hero. What they were doing now, if they felt an absence in their life with Vigilante gone or if everything felt normal without him. It didn’t matter now.

His thoughts swirled, round and round his head, drifting through the darkness. He heard the click of the lock, and he glanced at the door. Karma walked in. He leaned against the doorframe in the darkness, light pouring in from the stairs. He didn’t turn on the light and burn Vigilante’s corneas thankfully.

“Well? Change your mind?”

Vigilante sighed. “No.”

Karma nodded. He walked towards Vigilante. Vigilante tensed every muscle in his body, preparing for impact or something equally sinister as Karma approached. And walked right past him. Vigilante blinked. He looked over his shoulder to see the villain open a door in the back wall and turn on the light. It was a bathroom.

“You have five minutes,” Karma said. “Get off your knees.”

Vigilante’s body faltered when the command lifted. He pitched forward so he was on his hands and knees instead. But the command burned through him as he stayed on his knees, and he groaned as he turned so he sat on his arse on the cold concrete floor instead. “Tick tock.”

Vigilante ignored him as he slowly got to his feet. He groaned as he pushed himself to a standing. His legs felt like jelly and pins and needles chased him every step, but eventually he got to the bathroom and relieved himself. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. The mask remained like a second skin staring back at him like a joke. He knew Karma would get his way eventually, so what was the point in suffering any longer?

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” Vigilante muttered, splashing water into his face. He gripped the edges of the sink while he looked at himself again. His dark hair dripped water down his face, and he splashed his face again. “Fuck. Fuck!”

“Everything alright in there, Vigilante?”

Vigilante glared at his reflection. If he just removed the mask, then he would at least be able to sleep in his bed tonight. His back was stiff from kneeling all night. Vigilante sighed and reached up to remove the clasps of his mask. His usually tan face was pale, a little flushed as if he were sick, but he knew it was just from the lack of sleep. He swept his hair back away from his face with his hand, the water holding it in place, exposing the prominent outlines of his skull that he hated around his temples.

There was so much anger lingering in his gaze, in his furious blue eyes as he stared at his reflection. Hatred. Helplessness. He wanted to smash the stupid fucking mirror with his fist.

A knock. “Time’s up, Vigilante.”

Vigilante splashed water on his face one last time before turning the tap off. Then he opened the door. Karma wasn’t looking at him. He simply pushed off the wall. “Well, I guess–” Karma began but stopped when Vigilante dropped the mask at the door to the bathroom and walked out of the basement and into the light.

Karma’s brows shot to his hairline as he glanced down at the mask silhouetted on the ground. He bent and picked it up, frowning slightly. He looked at the door to the basement where Vigilante disappeared. He broke quicker than expected.

Vigilante didn’t stop until he got up the stairs into the room he slept in before. He collapsed into the bed without taking off his shoes and let exhaustion pull him down, down into the blissful abyss of sleep.

*~*~*~*~*

Tag-list: @sunflower1000

[izurusstuff]

“I will fall in love with you over and over again…” (fem!user x Blip Bucky Barnes)

message from izurusstuff: so i started a marvel movie marathon with my bf and retapped to my addiction to my beloved james buchanan barnes… what better place to write about him than tumblr? i guess this means the MCU is on my whitelist now too, no complaints tho cuz i love u, tumblr marvel fandom!! also random but i realized there may be a recurring theme with my favorite characters from media… (bucky, izuru, shadow…)

summary: Y/N was a part of the half of the world that didn’t get written out of existence when Thanos snapped. However, being snapped away would’ve been a better alternative than watching the love of her life disintegrate in front of her… but with the help of an ex-conman, the Avengers found a way to bring everyone back… now, Y/N and Bucky get to pick up where they left off.

Y/N was the American Ambassador to Wakanda, appointed by King T’Challa after his decision to make Wakanda known to the rest of the world. By extension, it also meant that Y/N worked in close proximity to Bucky Barnes, being that he was an American refuge in Wakanda that T’Challa personally chose to save after he was framed for killing King T’Chaka.

Of course, Y/N became extremely close to the royal family of Wakanda— Ramonda saw her as a daughter, just like Shuri, T’Challa, and Nakia all viewed her as a sister. All of them plus Bucky lived their own fairy tale lives in Wakanda.

When Bucky (finally) asked Y/N out, Shuri and Nakia were the first to know. And boy were they happy. Both them were secretly shipping Y/N and Bucky ever since they met him and saw how he looked at her. And when he told them he was planning on proposing to her a couple years later, Shuri instantly offered to create Y/N’s engagement ring out of vibranium and Alexandrite.

But Y/N never knew those were the plans.

Y/N was instructed by T’Challa to hide in Shuri’s lab during the battle against Thanos in Wakanda. Before she went in, Y/N gave Bucky a quick peck on the lips, not knowing that would be the last time she touched him. He’s survived much worse, why would she have to say goodbye? She thought that at any given moment, Bucky and T’Challa would come back through the door to announce they won. That never happened.

Y/N stood next to Wanda in the lab while she watched Vision’s mind stone get extracted, holding her hand in anticipation. Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact Wanda was so distracted by Vision’s procedure, she’d probably yell at Y/N for her freakish gorilla strength grip on her hand. But it was different this time. They needed each other, both knowing their loves’ lives were on the line. When Wanda left to join everyone else fighting, Y/N stayed by Vision’s side. If she had supercool powers that could help, she would’ve joined Wanda and helped the rest of the team… but she couldn’t, she was just a diplomat. And she never felt so powerless in her entire life until she saw those creatures throw Shuri out of the way to kidnap Vision. Why they didn’t kill her in the process, she had no idea. Maybe it was to emotionally torture her by forcing her to watch everything with no way to help.

Knowing that the lab was compromised, Y/N ran as fast as she could to go find Bucky. Was he… holding a racoon with a gun? That could talk?! Y’know, she’s seen weirder. She saw that Bucky was safe and stayed back, trying to seek cover in one of the several huts. Then the fighting dissipated… was it safe to leave? She slowly walked outside and saw a lightning bolt… was that the Thor guy she’s heard so much of? Just what exactly went on outside Wakanda that she didn’t know about? Because everyone seemed like this was normal. Whatever, she had to find Bucky— she could ask him questions later. In retrospect, Y/N wish she stayed put for just a few more seconds… because then came the worst sight of her life.

Y/N’s legs took her as fast as they could through a Wakandan jungle until she finally reached Bucky and Steve. Then in what seemed like slow motion, Bucky turned around, running towards Y/N, calling out her name.

“Y/N-!”

It happened. Before Bucky could finish saying her name, he began to turn into dust right in front of her. The scream she let out still rung in her ears five years later. She fell to the ground, trying to collect all the dust of Bucky that she could. The next few moments were a blur, but she remembered seeing a watery Steve through the tears in her eyes and him pulling her away from the dust pile.

———

That was five years ago… but it felt so much longer; Y/N’s constant nightmares from reliving Bucky’s death made every day agonizing. The only time she could see Bucky again was in her dreams… she just wanted to sleep all the time so she could tell him one last time how much she loved him. This time when she woke up, Y/N received a text from Steve saying that they found a way to reverse the Snap and to make it to the Avengers Compound.

After a few hours, Y/N finally arrived and saw the devastation going on. The familiar phrase “Avengers! Assemble!” rang through her ears, then she turned around to see the portals behind her. Was that T’Challa?! She ran over to hug him with tears pouring from her eyes. God, she missed him and Shuri. Even though Bucky’s disappearance is what traumatized her, Y/N was equally as sad to say goodbye to her friends in Wakanda as she was Bucky.

“We missed you just as much as you missed us, Y/N.” T’Challa said, the rest of those who disintegrated in Wakanda appearing behind him. Did that mean—?

HOLY SHIT. IT DID.

Bucky also came out of the portal, not saying anything to her. Instead, he held out his arms for Y/N to run into.

It was now time to start rewriting the chapters of her life that Bucky missed out on.

i am so sorry if this is rushed 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 it’s so hard to write this in one single post but i feel tempted to make it a chapter book on wattpad

[queenshelby]

The Peaky Role (Part 23)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Best Friend's Dad, Smut

The hospital corridors seemed never-ending, a maze of white walls and fluorescent lights and, after you had been to the emergency department to get checked over, after two hours, you were finally were discharged and sat in the waiting area of the diabetes clinic on site.

For hours, your phone buzzed with Cillian's messages, his concern evident in every word. You had been texting back and forth, filling him in on your progress.

"Just waiting in the endocrinologist's office now. They're refitting me with the pump and a glucose tag," you texted, your fingers moving swiftly across the screen. "Should be done in the next hour or so."

"I'll come and pick you up," he replied instantly, his message appearing almost before you could blink.

"No, don't," you wrote back, a hint of panic creeping into your words. "It will be too suspicious if someone sees us," you added but Cillian had other ideas.

"I'll be discreet. Just let me know when you're done and I'll be there," he responded, wanting to ensure that he was there for you.

"Cillian, I'm fine to take the bus. The doctor even said so, " you assured him, your thumbs moving quickly across the screen. "I don't want to cause any more suspicion. We'll see each other soon."

 He sighed, his message appearing on your screen moments later. "Alright. But no bus. At least get a taxi," he insisted, his tone firm. "I'll pay for it. Just send me the details when you're on your way."

You smiled, your heart warming at his thoughtfulness. "Okay, I will take a taxi, but I will pay for it myself," you replied, sending him a quick kiss emoji before pocketing your phone and it wasn't long after that you were seen.

You left the hospital in the evening, the sun dipping low in the sky, casting long shadows across the city streets. The crisp evening air was a welcome change from the sterile hospital environment and, as you stepped outside, you took a deep breath, filling your lungs with the fresh scent of autumn.

You flagged down a taxi, your mind still buzzing with the events of the day.

"Where to, love?" the driver asked, his voice carrying a hint of Irish lilt.

"Can you take me to the apartment blocks at 167 Liverpool Street, please?" you replied, your voice hoarse from the day's events and he nodded, his eyes catching sight of the hospital bracelet still wrapped around your wrist.

"No worries, love," the driver replied as you settled into the back seat with ease, letting out a loud sigh.

The journey itself was a blur of city streets and evening traffic, the driver's chatter filling the silence. You stared out the window, your mind drifting to Cillian, wondering what he was cooking and, truth be told, you couldn't wait to eat something other than sterile sandwiches, which was what you were given in hospital along with some glucose drinks.

"Almost there, love," the driver told you, his voice breaking the reverie. "Just a few more minutes," he said and, not long after that, the taxi pulled up outside apartment building.

You paid the driver, your fingers fumbling with the notes, and stepped out onto the pavement. The air was cool, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees lining the street, which was littered with fallen leaves, a reminder of the approaching winter.

You walked towards the building, your footsteps echoing on the pavement. The entrance loomed ahead, a grand archway with a heavy wooden door, which you pushed open with ease, revealing a dimly lit foyer.

Having a keycard yourself, you took the elevator straight to Cillian's floor without bothering to first get changed and, as the elevator doors finally slid open, you couldn't help but smile.

You made your way to Cillian's apartment, your footsteps soft on the plush carpet. You knocked on the door, your heart pounding in your chest with excitement to see him.

He opened the door after only two short knocks and was clearly relieved to see you.

"Hey," he said. His voice was warm, his eyes taking in your appearance, the hospital bracelet still on your wrist. "Come in," Cillian continued, stepping aside to let you enter and you walked into the cozy apartment, your eyes immediately drawn to the table, set for two.

"I made your favourite," he said, his voice carrying a hint of pride.

"Bologense?" you asked, your eyes widening with delight.

"Yes," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I thought it might cheer you up after today," he told you before, finally, pulling you closer to give you a kiss, which was gentle, his lips brushing yours softly. You melted into his embrace, your body leaning into his, and for a moment, the world faded away.

"You know you did not have to cook for me. We could have ordered in," you continued, your voice soft. "I would have been fine with that."

"I know," he replied, his gaze holding yours. "But I wanted to," he said, his eyes softening. "And I thought you might like something familiar and comforting."

"It's perfect," you whispered, your voice laced with gratitude. "Although, I do wonder if we should have dessert first," you then winked and, of course, he knew that you weren't referring to food when you mentioned dessert. Cillian laughed.

"You are unbelievable," he said, his voice low and full of affection. "I can see you've fully recovered," he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement and you couldn't help but smile, your heart lightening at his playful tone.

"Yes, with the pump back in place, it should be smooth sailing from here on out," you smiled, but Cillian wanted to be responsible.

"Maybe, but I still think you need to take it easy tonight," Cillian said, his voice laced with concern. "You've been through a lot today."

You smiled, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I'm feeling much better now, promise," you replied, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. "And I could use some rest, but not the kind you're thinking of," you teased, your voice low and playful and Cillian laughed, his eyes glinting with a mix of relief and desire.

"Well, how about this...," Cillian responded. "We have dinner first and then, if you are feeling up to it, we can talk about... other things," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, his gaze flickering to the bedroom door.

You raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on your lips.

"Okay," you said, your voice laced with anticipation and, before you could continue, Cillian's phone rang, interrupting the moment. He sighed, his eyes flickering to the screen.

"It's Shaheen," he said, his voice laced with frustration. "I should take this."

"Go ahead," you replied, your gaze lingering on him as he answered the call. "I'll just make myself comfortable."

Cillian stepped away, his attention focused on the call.

“Hey, Shaheen," he said, his voice carrying a hint of wariness. "What's up?"

"Just checking in," Shaheen's voice was steady, but you could sense a hint of tension in her words. "Everything okay with Y/N?" she asked, her tone concerned and Cillian glanced back at you, his eyes softening. "I mean, I assume that, as a family friend and so on, you would know as I haven't heard from her yet," she added, as if wanting to be careful in her approach.

"Yes, uhm, she is fine," Cillian assured Shaheen, his eyes never leaving yours. "I told her to rest."

"Good, good," Shaheen said, her voice laced with relief. "I just wanted to check in, as I was worried, uhm, you know, given what happened earlier," she continued, her words trailing off.

"I know and I am sure she appreciates it," Cillian replied, his gaze never wavering from yours.

"Okay, uhm, good," Shaheen said, her voice softening. "Enjoy your evening then, and I'll see you both on set tomorrow."

"We will," Cillian promised, ending the call with a sense of relief.

"Shaheen was checking in on you," he then said, turning back to you. "I told her you were resting."

“Why would she call you?" You frowned, your eyes narrowing slightly. "That's strange. I mean, she could have just called me directly."

"I know," Cillian replied, his eyes flickering with concern. "But maybe she didn't want to bother you," he went on to say before walking back into the kitchen. "Just don't worry about it, okay?" Cillian told you as he began to serve up some food, not wanting to worry you about what Barry had told him while, the truth was, that Cillian knew Shaheen was suspicious about his relationship with you.

 "Okay," you nodded, your eyes fixed on Cillian as he served the food. "You're right. It's probably nothing to worry about," you agreed, your voice steady, but your mind still turning over the conversation.

***

After dinner, Cillian cleaned up and, whilst you wanted to help him with the dishes, he shooed you away, insisting you rest.

"I'm fine, really," you assured him, your voice gentle. "Let me help. I don't want you to do everything."

 "No, it's okay," he said, his eyes fixed on you. "You need to relax. I'll finish up here."

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his concern. "You are so sweet you know that?" you asked, in awe by the fact that he was there for you like this, no matter what. You knew that Cillian had your back, and it was a comforting thought.

"I know," he chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe, you should have a bath or something? To relax, you know?" he suggested, and the idea of a nice warm bath sounded like heaven.

You were still wearing the hospital bracelet on your wrist and the sandwiches you had for lunch had not settled too well.

"A bath sounds good," you said, your voice filled with anticipation. "Will you join me after you are done here though?"

Cillian's eyes lit up at the suggestion, a playful glint in their depths. "Defiantly. If you hop in, I'll be there in a bit," he promised, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation and, with a final wink, he disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you alone in the living room.

You smiled to yourself, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your chest. Cillian always made you feel giddy, and you couldn't wait to indulge in a relaxing bath, especially with the promise of his company.

You made your way towards the bathroom and stripped off your clothes, the hospital bracelet still on your wrist, and sank into the tub, sighing as the warmth enveloped you.

The water caressed your skin, soothing away the stress of the day. It felt good when the warm water enveloped your body and your mind drifted back to the events of the day and, just as you closed your eyes for a flicker of a moment, Cillian entered the room.

"Hey beautiful," he spoke as, immediately, his gaze roamed over your body. "Do you still want me to join you?" he asked sheepishly.

"Yes," you replied, your voice soft and inviting. "Please."

Cillian's eyes darkened with desire, and he took a step towards you, his gaze fixed on your lips.

"I'm not sure I should," he said, his voice low and husky as he sat down on the edge of the tub. "You need to rest," he told you, knowing very well that you would disagree. But he wanted to tease you nonetheless.

You smiled, a playful glint in your eyes. "I think you should," you whispered, reaching up to run your fingers along his jawline. "Despite, you promised, remember?"

Cillian's eyes softened at your touch, his lips parting slightly. "I did, didn't I?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "And I plan to keep that promise," he continued, his gaze flickering to your lips. "If you're sure you're up for it because, if I do join you, I don't think I can keep my hands off you" he added, his eyes searching yours.

"I want you to," you whispered, your voice filled with desire. "And I want you to touch me, to hold me, to..." Your voice trailed off, leaving the rest unspoken.

Cillian's breath caught in his throat, his eyes never leaving yours before leaning in for a kiss again.

You pulled him closer, your hands cupping his face, your lips meeting his in a hungry kiss. Your tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths, tasting each other, lost in the moment until, finally, Cillian pulled away to get undressed and join you.

You watched as he peeled off his clothes, your eyes roaming over his body, from his face, to his freckled chest  , down to his stomach, and finally, to his cock. It was already half-hard, the tip glistening with precum.

"Fuck," you whispered, your voice breathless. "You're so fucking sexy, Cillian."

Cillian chuckled in response. "Oh please," he said, a small blush creeping into his cheeks. 

"I mean it ," you insisted, your eyes locked onto his throbbing cock. "You are fucking gorgeous."

Cillian's blush deepened, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he stepped into the tub, the behind you, water sloshing around him. "You're not so bad yourself," he murmured, his gaze tracing the line of your body before kissing the back of your neck as he settled in.

His hands slid down to your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he pulled you back against him. You could feel his cock, now fully hard, pressing against your lower back while you leaned back against his chest.

His hands began to explore your body, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, making you shiver with anticipation. He cupped your breasts, his palms warm and rough, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.

"You are so fucking perfect,"  he groaned, his voice low and husky as he nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck.

"I fucking love the way you taste," he murmured, his lips trailing down your spine as he moved his hands lower, sliding them over your hips. 

"Hmm,"  you hummed, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned back against him, the sensation of his lips and hands on your skin driving you wild.

"Cillian," you gasped as he moved his hand lower, his fingers brushing against your pussy.

"Yes?"  Cillian murmured, his voice a low growl against your skin as his fingers began to tease your entrance, his touch light and tantalizing.

"More," you begged, your hips already jerking in anticipation, craving his touch. "I want more."

"And I will give you more but, after you cum, we will go to bed and you will get some rest," Cillian ordered , his voice a low rumble in your ear.

"Yes, sir," you whispered, your body already trembling with anticipation as Cillian's fingers dipped inside you, coating themselves with your arousal.

He groaned, his cock twitching against your back as he began to circle your clit with his thumb. "You are so fucking wet, Y/N," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. "I fucking love it when you are this wet for me."

You moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder as his fingers began to move inside you, slowly at first, then faster, deeper, hitting all the right spots.

His thumb pressed against your clit in firm, steady circles, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Fuck, Cillian," you gasped, your breath coming in ragged pants. "That feels so good."

You moaned, your hips moving in time with his fingers, your breath hitching as pleasure began to build deep within you. Cillian's other hand moved up to cup your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple between them, sending more waves of pleasure crashing through you.

"I am close," you gasped, your hips grinding against his hand, your body desperate for release and Cillian was ready for  it.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice a low growl. "Cum for me." 

His fingers moved faster inside you, his thumb pressing harder against your clit, and it was too much. Your body tensed, your back arching as a wave of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out, your fingers digging into his thighs as the orgasm tore through you.

"Fuck, Cillian!" you screamed, your body shaking as the pleasure washed over you.

Cillian held you tight, his fingers still moving inside you, drawing out every last drop of your orgasm.

"Jesus, Y/N," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You are so fucking beautiful when you cum."

Your body slowly relaxed, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Cillian pulled his fingers out, bringing them to your lips. "Taste yourself," he ordered, his voice a low growl.

You opened your mouth, taking his fingers in, sucking and licking them clean. "Mmm," you moaned, the taste of your own arousal driving you wild. "This was so good, but I still need you inside me," you said, your voice a low purr. 

Cillian's breath hitched, his cock throbbing against your back. "Y/N, you need to get some sleep," he reminded you, his voice rough with desire. "You've had a long day."

You turned to face him, your eyes locked onto his. "I know," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I need this, Cillian," you argued. "Despite, Nina is coming tomorrow, and we won't be able to be intimate for three days,"  you added, your voice low and seductive, making sure that Cillian understood your desires.

Cillian's eyes flicked back and forth between your own, a battle raging within him. He sighed, his breath shaky with desire and exasperation. "Fuck, Y/N," he swore under his breath. "You are so fucking insatiable."

"And you love it," you smirked, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw and it was the combination of his conflicted expression and your playful teasing that finally pushed him over the edge.

"Fine, but just one time tonight and I will be doing the work," he told you before suggesting taking this to the bedroom. 

You smiled, sending a soft kiss to his lips. "Yes, sir," you whispered again, your body aching with anticipation.

He helped you out of the tub, his hands lingering on your hips before he quickly dried you off. You returned the favour, running the towel over his body, your eyes taking in every inch of him, from his shoulders down to his thick, hard cock.

"Fuck, Y/N," he growled, his voice thick with desire as you wrapped your hand around his length, stroking him gently. "You're killing me here."

His hands gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, a primal claim.

He then led you to the bedroom and gently pushed you onto the bed, his eyes never leaving your body.

"Lie back," he ordered, his voice a low rumble, his Irish accent thick with arousal as you laid down and spread your legs invitingly.  Cillian's gaze roamed over your body, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in every inch of you, from your swollen nipples to your glistening, aroused pussy.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky with lust as he crawled onto the bed, his body covering yours, his cock pressing against your entrance. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the scent of his cologne filling your nostrils, driving you wild.

He was being extremely gentle tonight, you could tell and you did not mind. It was exactly what you needed  after the day you had. Cillian's eyes were locked on your body as he slowly, agonizingly, inched his way inside you.

"Fuck," you gasped, your body opening up to him, your muscles relaxing as he filled you completely. "This is perfect." 

He groaned in response, his cock throbbing inside you. "You have no fucking idea how much I've been dying to do this all day," he said, his voice rough with desire.

He began to move slowly, his hips rocking against yours, his eyes never leaving your body.

"Oh my god," you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. "That feels so good, Cillian."

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explored your mouth, tasting you, claiming you as his own. You could feel his desire, his need for you, and it drove you wild.

The sex you had with him was slow and passionate. It was tender and gentle, despite the aching need coursing through your veins. Your body was desperate for him, but you also felt a deep yearning for connection, for closeness. It was perfect. 

Cillian held your gaze as he slipped in and out of you, his hips moving in slow, steady thrusts. He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss. "You're so fucking incredible," he murmured against your mouth, his voice thick with emotion and desire.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your fingers tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss. Your tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths, tasting each other, lost in the moment.

The tenderness in Cillian's touch was overwhelming, and it made your heart ache with longing and when he kissed and nibbled on your neck while taking you slow, it sent you over the edge again.

Your second orgasm came quickly , making your body shudder and tense, your breath hitching and you couldn't help but scream Cillian's name.

"Fuck, Cillian," you gasped, as he continued to thrust slowly inside you, drawing out every ripple of pleasure that coursed through you.

Cillian groaned, his body tensing as he fought to keep his own orgasm at bay. "You feel so fucking good, Y/N," he murmured against your neck, his voice thick with desire. "I could stay buried inside you all night."

You hummed your agreement, arching your back slightly to take him deeper and the pleasure was so overwhelming that you didn't even notice when one of your earrings came off.

Cillian's grasp tightened as he began to move faster, his cock slamming into you with more force, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

"I want you to cum inside me, Cillian," you begged, your voice breathless and desperate. "I want to feel it."

Cillian's eyes darkened with lust, his body tensing as he fought to keep himself in check. 

He began to move even faster, his hips slapping against yours, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room until, finally, he reached his own climax.

"Oh fuck, Y/N," he groaned, his body shuddering as he pounded into you one last time before collapsing on top of you, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. "Fuck, that was... fuck."

You smiled, your fingers tracing patterns on his back, your body still humming with pleasure.

"I know," you whispered, your voice laced with satisfaction, and Cillian chuckled, his breath still coming in shallow gasps. 

He then slowly pulled out of you, his cock already softening, and rolled off to the side, keeping you close. You snuggled into his chest, your eyes closing as you savored the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

"Hmm, I am absolutely wrecked now," you murmured , your voice soft and content.

Cillian smiled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "Then just close your eyes and get some rest," he said, his voice low and pleased.

You hummed in agreement, your body relaxing into his. You were so comfortable and at peace in his arms, the day's events seemingly far behind you as you both eventually drifted off to sleep.

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[jeongsoob]

remember that ᯓ 𝚜𝚖𝚐

SFW version of my fic posted on @heechwe .ᐟ

୨୧ pairing: song mingi x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 4k ୨୧ genre: angst, slight fluff ୨୧ tags: exes(ish) au, "we're on a break" au, soft pining, miscommunication ୨୧ synopsis: A break is supposed to give you time to understand what you do and don't want. But what if Mingi has to come with everything that frustrates you about him, no exceptions? Can you make it work, or will you both succumb to the pressure of love not being enough? ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Beta'ed by my babes Booki @kwanisms, Tiya @gyubakeries, and Ally @lovetaroandtaemin, I love you all so much. Also song title inspiration from LANY!

There are many valid pieces of evidence to support the argument that breaks never work. Friends, family, and perfect strangers remind you, solicited or not, why minor blips of time meant to think things through are simply an excuse, leading to the demise of a relationship.

“Don’t be chickenshit,” your best friend Karina remarked when you told her you were officially taking some time apart from Mingi. He would stay back at the dorms while you both took the next two weeks to think about your future. He didn’t want to, but he had to respect your wishes if he wanted any chance to mend the fences that were broken. “You know what you want to do, so do it. Don’t hide behind a ‘break.’”

You weren’t hiding, not in the slightest. If anything, the past few days alone have given you time to breathe. To reflect on the things that have and haven’t been working in your relationship for the last year.

You work in the same industry, and yet you have kept the entirety of your coupled status under wraps from everyone, save for your intimate group of loved ones. It isn’t hard to hide when you work on almost ten guys’ hair and makeup, but it’s all too easy to let feelings impede upon your professionalism.

Mingi’s always been willing to give you everything, but he doesn’t always see the entire picture of your needs. Sometimes, you don't need him to rescue you, and his eagerness borders the line of smothering too much for your comfort.

And yet, running through the pros and cons doesn’t make you miss him any less.

You ache waking up alone, not feeling the rise and fall of his chest under your head or hearing the sounds of his gargantuan feet pattering around your apartment. It became his apartment too by association after the fifth month of dating, his belongings sitting in every nook and cranny of what used to be your solitary space. Now, without him, it feels too hollow, too reminiscent of what it was like before he came into your life.

Even drives without him are terrible, the usual cacophony of traffic more bearable when he’s by your side, singing along off-key to the music on the radio or to his playlists when he uses your car’s bluetooth.

His absence is everywhere, and where there’s freedom sits all the despair attached to his missing presence.

“It hurts!”

“It’s not gonna hurt if you just listen to me.” You try to move closer to Hongjoong’s eye with the pencil in your hand, but he whips his head away again before you can begin on his waterline. “I told you to look up and away from me. You’ll barely feel it!”

“That’s a lie and you know it.” Hongjoong pouts in the makeup chair, and you stifle a giggle that bubbles in your throat. Watching so many impeccable performers be terrified of makeup applicators is probably one highlight of your career so far, especially guys as intimidating to look at as the one in front of you.

Suddenly, you feel him enter the room. The instinctual pull between you and Mingi goes beyond logical bounds, the tether made of only the metaphysical. It reminds you, every time he walks into the same space you’re in, how your body wants to be nowhere but next to his. You hate it more now than you ever have before.

“Am I going next when he’s finished?” Mingi cuts through the sudden silence to ask, his timbre a tad hollow but somehow still hopeful. You haven’t spoken for three days. This past weekend is the longest you’ve ever gone without communicating with each other. You can tell just from the sound of his voice it’s taken a toll on him.

You don’t turn to face him directly, finding some confidence from not having to look at the face you love so much head-on. “Seonghwa is, but he’s off getting his shirt hemmed, I think.”

“Just be patient, man.” Hongjoong winks at his younger friend. You thwack Hongjoong on the cheek with your eyeshadow brush, making the humored expression on his face dissipate.

“Did I say you have to talk when you’re getting your face done?” Hongjoong shakes his head with terrified eyes. “Exactly.”

You go back to your kit, but you feel despondence creep up your neck at the small quantity of black and neutral eyeshadow you have left. “Fuck it, we’ll just have to make do with the eyeliner right now.”

“Can’t you grab some from Mina’s kit? She probably won’t mind.”

You shake your head and go back to the pencil you dropped on the vanity when Mingi walked in. “I’ll just grab some more from the store later.”

“I can pick up some now if you need me to.” Mingi pipes up again, more hope seeping through his words. Sometimes, his overwhelmingly helpful nature makes you think he'd be reincarnated as a big puppy in the next life.

You finally face him with a soft smile, and you see the corners of his eyes crinkle up at your expression. “It’s okay, Min, really. Nothing I can’t handle.”

This is exactly why you needed space from Mingi. Staring into his big, brown eyes that make your body even a fraction weaker than before is why you can’t think through things properly around him. He takes all the logic and reason out of you, leaving you only to listen to the workings of your heart. And such an effect makes it simple to forget the myriad of minor problems that became so big you could not suppress them any more.

As he smiles at you, you repeat the words in your head like a mantra: he doesn’t listen, he’s too reckless, he acts on impulse half the time…

Seonghwa walks in and exclaims, “Okay, I think the shirt fits finally!” He looks between you and Mingi and then stares at Hongjoong with a curious fluff of his eyebrows. “What’s up with them?” He mouths to his friend.

Hongjoong can only shrug, the expression basically stating “Who knows anymore man?” without verbal support.

The longer you lock eyes with Mingi, the other men in the room long forgotten, you wonder if all you’re doing during this break is delaying the inevitable.

You took copious snapshots of the boys’ last looks before they had to practice on the stage. The sweat would ruin what you worked on for hours, so it was crucial to catalog it for your portfolio before that could happen.

Now, you watch them work through the three songs’ choreography with ease. Mingi takes center stage multiple times, and you smile to yourself at how ridiculous he acted an hour prior when he was in your chair, so busy complimenting you that you could barely get through doing his makeup.

“You look really pretty today,” he says as you dab the bridge of his nose with liquid highlighter. “I mean, you always do, but I haven’t seen you in a few days, so…”

You smirk and put the tub back in your makeup kit. “Making up for lost time, Min?”

Mingi blushes, a shade so pink you think you can skip putting that component of his makeup on altogether. “Just stating the obvious.”

“You don’t know,” you say, “I may have looked like shit in my sweatpants and ratty t-shirts all weekend.”

“Wanna know a secret?” You humor him, moving closer until his lips brush the shell of your ear, making you shudder. “That’s when you look the most beautiful to me.”

You retreat with trembling hands and a breathless laugh. “Are you gonna keep spitting game or can I finish your eyes now?”

Mingi smirks and snaps his eyes shut, pressing his face as close as he can to yours once again. He whispers with such a quiet but sultry tone, you think you may risk it all and kiss him once to get it out of your system. “Do whatever you want with me.”

And here you are, back in his orbit like he’s the sun and you’re a planet, willing to spin around him forever. A few weeks ago, you didn’t mind doing so until it made you dizzy, but you don’t know now if you miss depending so much on him. His “I got this, babe” one minute and “I can handle it” the next slowly made you realize he either didn’t trust you to work through anything without his help or he was so willing he couldn’t see how it came across. 

Bringing it to his attention didn’t make him any wiser to the problem, his response defensive rather than introspective. He argued it was in any boyfriend’s nature to want to do everything for their girlfriend. “Don’t you do the same for me? What’s the difference?” He asked in the fight's haste that led to your desire to take a breather from each other.

Flitting the memories away, you focus on Mingi’s undeniably enchanting dancing and rapping. It’s what reminds you why you fell for him in the first place, both his talent and work ethic, which gave way to everything else that turned you into putty for him. 

Before the group can finish the last song, a courier taps on your shoulder. “For you, miss.” He holds out a bag from the makeup store downtown, the contents inside being all that is low in your kit.

“I didn’t order anything,” you respond, fighting the only logical answer and culprit of the situation. The kid shrugs and makes his way out of the building, and you turn back to Mingi, the giant lost in his choreography. You feel your eyes light with fire rather than fuzziness, your desires and impulses from before long gone.

When he drops from the stage and makes it to the back, you slam the bag into his chest before walking away. “Wait! You said you needed this stuff!” Mingi trails behind quickly, his long legs catching up to you in seconds.

You turn when you’re alone in the hallway, your fury unleashed. “I said I could do it after work, and you went over my head again to do something I deliberately said you didn’t have to do!” Your bottom lip trembles. “Do you not care about listening to me at all?”

“What? No!” He shakes his head, his own face becoming a mask of confused anger. “I just wanted to help. And it’s just twenty bucks of makeup. Why is this such an issue right now?”

“Because I didn’t ask for your help!” You throw your hands in the air, and the gesture only makes you feel smaller.

Mingi chuckles, no humor in the sound. “You always take things on by yourself, even before we started dating. Is it so terrible of me for wanting to help, just a little?” He practically pinches his index and thumb together to emphasize his point.

“They’re my burdens to bear,” you scream. “Is it so hard to get in your head? I’m not some princess in a tower you need to save.”

“Why do you always treat someone else’s help like it’s a grandiose gesture you should feel guilty for?” He steps closer, your chests barely a breath apart. “I help you because I want to, because you deserve it and because I love you. Why can’t you stop pushing me and others away who want to make things easier on you?”

The words get stuck in your mouth, no sounds coming out in a response that makes sense or can answer his questions properly. A tear escapes your eye, falling hot on your cheek. Mingi tries to wipe it away, but you whip your head out of his direction and rub your face with your palm.

San comes from the exit you both walked out of and looks on with concern. “You guys alright?”

You shake your head and walk past them both, your heart in knots too tough to untangle today.

You clip the buckle on your heels as you continue to hold your phone’s receiver to your ear, the sun setting as you make haste to end the call and head out the door. “Woo, for the last time, you should know where I’m going by now. I thought we were friends before I started dating one of your best friends.”

“You are, but you could be playing coy, I don’t know!” Wooyoung remarks, making you laugh. You haven’t seen the kid since Monday when you walked away from the show, not having time to say goodbye to him before you made your way home.

You always spend Thursday nights with your parents for dinner. Your immediate family decided long ago to make time out of all of your busy schedules for weekly briefings and small talk over home-cooked food. It was one of the few times you found peace in the hectic nature of everyday life.

“Trust me—and you can let our mutual friend know—just the same usual Thursday plans.” You hear a knock at the door and rush to get off the phone even faster, wondering who could be outside your home so close to the evening. “I gotta go, talk to you soon.”

You iron out the wrinkles of your dress before heading to your apartment door. The man on the other side steals your breath in his white button down and denim jeans combo. He completes the ensemble with his thick-framed glasses and his hair, tousled just a touch, exactly how you like it. His fashion choices on nights like this still stun you to no end, even if you’re surprised he’s here tonight at all.

“M-Mingi,” you say. “What are—“

“I wouldn’t miss family dinner, together or not.” He clears his throat and puts his hand out, clearly eager for you to take it. “If you’ll still have me there, I mean.”

You fight the smile tugging at your cheeks and instead take a deep breath and his palm in yours. Your fingers interlace, and it reminds you more of home than the entire 900-square foot apartment behind you. “Just because you made such an effort to look so nice. It’d be a waste, you know?”

Mingi smiles and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his other hand. He smiles to himself the entire time you lock your door and head down the stairwell, not letting go of your hand once.

You don’t say no when he offers to drive, or stop him from holding your door open until you get in, and he thinks that maybe you’re turning a corner after he slipped up. And you think you might just give into him for the sheer fact being in a car again with him, listening to his off-key riffs, reminds you of everything you’ve been missing, for better or worse.

“Honey! Mingi! Come in,” your mother beckons you at the front door. She welcomes you inside wearing her signature floral apron, though your father and brother do most of the cooking.

Neither you nor your mother expected Mingi to bring flowers to tonight’s dinner. You didn’t expect him to invite himself at all, but thinking about it, it would be weird for him not to attend when your family did not know you were on a relationship hiatus.

This Thursday holds no more significance than all the others, but it warms your heart to see your mother grab a vase from the living room to hold the batch of tulips Mingi brought.

“Sometimes I think my own husband forgets my favorite flowers. But not you, my sweet boy.” Your mother pinches Mingi’s cheek, and Mingi blushes a shade of plum at the physical touch.

“Speaking of him, does he need help in the back? I know the grill can be a pain for him and Eric to get going,” Mingi offers.

“That would be wonderful, Mingi, thank you.” You smile at Mingi as he leaves you two to walk towards the back porch. He greets your father with a handshake and your little brother with a manly hug, and any residual anger you felt over the past few days instantly dissipates.

He’s always been a caring person. You knew this the second he brought a spare pack of bandaids on your second date when you slipped and fell on your knee during your first. Sometimes, as you’ve grown to learn, he seems to have a hard time hearing when his help isn’t necessary. Or the exact help he envisions isn’t the help you desire.

“That boy is one in a million, baby.” Your mother says as you walk to the kitchen together. “I can’t picture someone better to take care of you.”

You sigh. “Who says I need to be taken care of, Mom?”

She shakes her head with a grin as she keeps stirring the soup on the stove. “Everyone needs someone, my love. Even when a person is adamant about fighting their own battles like you.”

“That’s not what I mean,” you huff, exasperated. “All I’m saying is that I can have someone by my side and not be wrong for wanting to do things on my own in my way, right?”

Her head continues to move back and forth, her ladle going in the same fashion. “And all I’ll say, baby, is that it’s important to let someone know those things. If you don’t tell someone what you’re looking for, they’ll make assumptions. And you know how we all feel about those.”

“They make an ass out of you and me,” Eric pipes up from behind you, making you flinch. You thwack him on the arm, and he rubs the spot with a pout. Your father and Mingi gather in the kitchen behind your brother, the simmering steaks on a large plate smelling delectable.

“Time to eat, everyone!”

Before you all can head to the table, Mingi pulls you in and whispers, “The right one is yours. Medium rare, how you like it.”

He leaves you standing alone as he sits next to your brother. Your heart resides in your throat the rest of the night, sitting beside Mingi and your mother and wondering if maybe a part of you hasn’t given credit to Mingi in the way he deserves. Maybe you both have been wrong in your own ways, and it’s still fixable.

Maybe this break is serving a purpose in a way you didn’t expect.

The drive back to your apartment is quiet, but it’s charged with tension from the way Mingi rubs patterns into the back of your hand with his thumb. Both of your palms rest over your thigh, the muscle on fire from how his large fingers encompass yours and hover over the fabric of your dress.

Now is not the time for sexual frustration. It’s time to talk and see if the break can be amended into some form of peace treaty.

He parks his car in the lot and looks over at you with a small grin, close-mouthed but earnest all the same. “Tonight was fun. Glad to hear Eric’s doing good in school.”

You smile back. “My parents were happy to see you. They thought with the comeback coming up you wouldn’t be able to make it tonight.”

“I wouldn’t miss it. I told you that.”

Your throat is in a mess of knots once again as you nod. You turn in your seat to face him head on, and Mingi mirrors your body posture. Removing his palm from your thigh, you hold it in both of your hands, finding some strength to let the words come out. “We need to talk.”

Mingi’s eyes go wide immediately, inching as close as he can to you despite the ridiculously large glove box in his way. “If this is the start of that conversation, please—“

“No, no! I’m sorry,” you say immediately. “I shouldn’t have started with that.”

His free hand goes over his chest, and the relief floods over his entire expression. “You really can scare the shit out of a guy, you know that right?”

“I said I’m sorry,” you respond with a teasing pout. “But, I think I’ve been terrible at communicating what I need from you and from this relationship.”

Mingi thinks the words over before he nods slowly. “Okay.”

You inhale again, taking in a deeper breath. “First, I apologize for not being transparent. I should’ve said that I’m not exactly the greatest at getting help, not just from you. And my expectations couldn’t have been met if I didn’t tell you what they were, and I’m sorry for that.”

Mingi nods with ease, almost like he’s shrugging it off entirely, like there was nothing to apologize for. 

You continue, your confidence in your speech building. “I love the big and little things you do for me, and I’ve always appreciated your willingness to be there no matter the time of day for those you care about. For my family, for the guys—even for a random person on the goddamn sidewalk.”

You feel tears pooling in your eyes. “But, I need you to listen when I tell you there are some things that you can’t help me with, or that I don’t need your help for. And taking my opinion and listening doesn’t mean you’re not doing your best as a boyfriend. The opposite, actually.”

You see words on Mingi’s tongue threatening to spill out, and you give him the clear to say them. “I guess I just don’t know how to show you I’m here for you otherwise.”

“You’ve always shown me that, Min,” you respond instantly, not wanting him to doubt himself or his capabilities as a partner. “All I want is for you to be by my side, even if I’m struggling with things, and if you can understand that I’ll ask for your help when I need it moving forward, I think we’ll be okay. Okay?” You kiss his palm in between your own hands, and you tuck it under your chin.

Mingi smiles and puts his other hand on your thigh, rubbing the skin through the material of your dress. “Does this mean that I have to go back to that store and get a refund for the makeup I bought?”

You laugh, the sound coated with happiness, and shake your head again. “No. Why let all that good eyeshadow go to waste, right?”

Mingi chuckles, full of vigor. “Right.” He leans across the box between you, your lips an inch away from his. “And does this mean I can kiss you now?”

You quirk an eyebrow and smirk. “If you know what’s good for you, Song Mingi.”

His lips press to yours, quick and hard, and you swear you hear the clack of your teeth against his the second they collide. You don’t care, though. The feelings that accompany the kiss are all-encompassing; the pain from being apart for days, the tension from the entire night between you like a knife ready to strike down, the love that’s always been there even when you both were apart.

“Fuck, I missed you so much,” Mingi confesses. His yearning pours out via his kisses, all the things he hasn’t been able to say in the past week leaving his body with each caress. They go everywhere along your face, until he plants another on your lips, his smile breaking through it. It’s softer than all the other ones you’ve received from him in the past few minutes. “I love you.”

You know he means it every time he says it. Yet, somehow, with a newfound understanding of your shared wants and needs, and a promise for the future to be better than the past, this time he says it feels sweeter than it ever has. And when you say you love him back, you mean it even more.

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[unma]

Cats

What's not to love about these lovely creatures? Honestly, growing up I was always a dog person (even despite the fact that I was attacked by one when I was young). But then I realized I wouldn't be able to take care of a dog for, well, a buncha reasons, thought about how it would be to have a cat, and thought, yeah, it would be nice to have one. For so many reasons. The eternally lethargic me could never take care of a dog properly. A cat, though? I probably could.

[thecedarchronicle]

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[jackass-jones]

Honestly though I think it’s really a bad sign when I look at Shin Tsukimi and literally feel like he’s a self insert 😩

[homunculus-argument]

Once upon a time, in the heart of a dark and rainy night, a creature appeared at an abbey, climbing through a window to into the room where the abbess was writing notes. It was a wretched beast, not quite human but neither did it resemble any animal that the abbess could name. It was dripping wet, with scarred skin and odd patches of thin, sparse fur, long cracked claws that scraped the stone floor, and sharp teeth so haphazardly scattered that it was hard to say whether there were two rows of teeth or one.

"What do you want, creature?" the abbess asked it calmly.

"I want to become a nun", the creature said. And there was no rule in the books that the abbess could remember that would prohibit a strange beast from becoming a nun, if it so desired. So, the beast was accepted into the abbey, and it took to life in the order as naturally as a shepherd dog to herding. She was a meticulous beast, first to wake and rise at dawn, neat and tidy with all tools and tasks she was given, dutiful and devout in all things.

No nun nor novice dared to question the creature's right to be there after the first time the she demonstrated that her teeth are not merely for decoration, and then apologised to the novice who had tried. The beast even graciously offered to mend the habit she had torn. After the incident, she was never bothered again. A handful of other postulants, novices and even a few of the nuns flocked to her, knowing that the creature would not allow anybody to be mistreated in her presence.

Watching the creature wolfishly lope across the abbey courtyard, with her ill-fitting, haphazardly placed cowl flopping as she went, the abbess contemplated the strange being. Despite of her sloppy, haphazard appearance, the beast really did have great potential to become a nun. A being so gentle and friendly could have done well just about anywhere, as would anyone so devout, but what made the creature such a good fit for monastic life was her love of routine. Waking up each morning at the same time, performing the same tasks and duties at the same time, the beast was not only tireless in her work, but actively delighted in regular routines. Which was why the abbey was such a good place for her, and she would one day make an excellent nun.

She was, without a doubt, a creature of habit.

[whosashan]

Silent Treatment

How I think the LaDS men would react to being given the Silent Treatment by you!

Xavier

Xavier is a patient man—truly, he is. He’s long grown accustomed to your peculiar ways, your little oddities. At times, he struggles to make sense of your antics, yet somehow, that only makes you all the more endearing to him.

The two of you sat across from each other on the couch in your apartment, the dim glow of the television flickering across your faces. The faint scent of vanilla lingering in the air from a candle burning on the coffee table, mixing with the remnants of popcorn and the intoxicating scent of your lover. A movie played—a familiar pastime for the both of you whenever time allowed with your busy schedules. You stole a glance at him, watching the way he sipped on the drink you had made earlier, fingers loosely curled around the mug, his gaze fixed on the screen. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the ceramic told you he was completely absorbed.

It was only when he finally noticed your unwavering stare that he turned to meet your gaze. And for a brief moment, he could have sworn that if looks could kill, he’d already be dead.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. Concern laced his voice, reflected in the blue of his eyes. Ironically, the sight of his worry only seemed to frustrate you further.

Since the moment he arrived, he had barely paid you any attention, too caught up in the film to acknowledge you properly. It was frustrating—how could he? He should be paying attention to you, not some cliché movie about time travel. The urge to turn it off crossed your mind, but you decided not to do that. You didn’t want him to notice how irritated you were.

Instead of answering, you merely turned your gaze back to the screen, feigning indifference. Even then, you could feel his eyes lingering on you, his confusion palpable.

The couch dipped slightly as he shifted closer, his warmth seeping into your skin. The space between you shrank, yet you remained still, stubborn in your silence.

"Baby..." His voice was soft, coaxing, and it took every ounce of restraint not to let your resolve crumble right then and there. His touch, his tone—it all made your heart ache in the most infuriating way. But pride held you firm, so you continued to ignore him.

And then, without warning, you felt him nuzzle into the crook of your neck, breathing you in as if he could commit your scent to memory. A shiver ran through you, your body tensing for a split second before surrendering to his warmth. He placed a slow, deliberate kiss just below your jaw.

"Talk to me." His voice had taken on a firmer edge now, more insistent, though still laced with quiet desperation.

When silence was his only answer, he did something unexpected. A sharp sting bloomed against your neck. He had bitten you.

"Xavier!" you gasped, jolting in surprise.

"So you do hear me," he murmured, exhaling softly, almost as if in relief.

You turned to face him at last, pouting. He was smiling—just barely—but there was no mistaking the satisfaction in his expression. He had won. He always did, you could never truly say no to him.

"Will you finally tell me what's on your mind, princess?" The pet name sent butterflies straight to your stomach, quickening your heartbeat.

A beat of silence passed before you relented, arms crossing in defiance. "You're not paying any attention to me. You’ve been glued to that movie this whole time—what's so fascinating about it, anyway?"

A quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest. He pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek before pulling you into his embrace, his arms winding securely around you.

"Then I suppose I’ll just have to make it up to you," he murmured. "Starting now."

Zayne

"Darling."

Zayne's voice drifted through the quiet apartment, low and slightly hoarse—a telltale sign that he hadn’t been awake for long. It was a rare morning where neither of you had to rush off to work, a quiet reprieve from the usual chaos.

And yet, you remained silent.

Utter disbelief rooted you in place. The audacity. The betrayal. The pastries you had been looking forward to all night, the ones you had carefully chosen to enjoy with your morning coffee, were gone—devoured by none other than your sweet-toothed lover.

Under normal circumstances, it might have been a minor grievance, something to brush off with a sigh and a shake of your head. But after the past few days of relentless stress at work, this was simply the final straw.

You wouldn’t take it out on him, of course. He hadn’t known. It wasn’t his fault.

So instead, you ignored him. Well, at least until you calmed your nerves down.

Rather than making coffee, you opted for tea, hoping it might ease your irritation. You moved through the kitchen quietly, the warm mug cradled in your hands, its steam curling up toward your face.

And then—familiar hands.

Zayne’s arms wrapped around your waist, his touch effortlessly grounding, the press of his lips against the top of your head unbearably tender. He always had a way of melting through your defenses before you even realized it was happening.

His voice, smooth and deliberate, broke the silence. "Is something troubling you?" He rested his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.

Still, you said nothing.

He shifted slightly, gently turning you to face him. His dark hair was still tousled from sleep, and his eyes, half-lidded and heavy with lingering drowsiness, studied you with quiet curiosity. And for a moment, you faltered. He looked devastatingly good like this—soft and unguarded in the early morning light.

But then, the memory of your missing pastries resurfaced.

"Did I do something to upset you?" His tone remained even, but there was an unmistakable thread of concern woven beneath his usual stoicism. He reached for your free hand, the one not cradling your tea, and brought it to his cheek. His lips brushed over your wrist, something he has done countless times before, his touch effortlessly affectionate, yet it made your heart flutter, gaze softening.

You sighed. This man was going to be the death of you.

"You ate my pastries." Your voice was flat, your brows pulling together in a small frown.

A beat of silence. Then, understanding dawned in his expression.

"Ah," he murmured. "I see."

His grip on your hand didn’t loosen as he met your gaze, unshaken as ever. "I sincerely apologize, love. Allow me to make it up to you—come out with me, and I’ll buy you as many pastries as your heart desires."

You narrowed your eyes slightly. "Are you attempting to bribe me, Dr. Zayne?"

A ghost of a smile played at the corner of his lips, the closest thing to amusement you would get from him this early in the morning.

"Is it working?"

*Is it?*

Rafayel

It was the third time this month that Rafayel had summoned you to his studio under the guise of an "emergency."

And, just like the last two times, there was no real emergency—just another one of his elaborate attempts to steal your attention.

Normally, his antics would have made you smile, maybe even laugh. You’d always found his dramatic nature endearing, his endless need for your presence almost charming. But work had been relentless lately, stretching you thin. The days blurred together in a mess of exhaustion, your mind too preoccupied with tasks and responsibilities to indulge him as easily as before.

The first time, you found it amusing. The second, you let it slide. After all, how could you deny your lover a bit of attention? But now, standing in the middle of his paint-streaked studio, his so-called "emergency" nothing more than an empty excuse, you could feel frustration simmering beneath your skin.

"Y/N!" Rafayel’s voice carried through the room, laced with exaggerated despair as he reached for your hand, his fingers wrapping around your wrist before you could step out the door.

You paused but said nothing.

His grip tightened just slightly, his expression shifting into something almost comically wounded. "Are you actually mad at me?" He blinked at you, as if the very idea was beyond comprehension. It was clear he hadn't considered that disrupting your work might genuinely frustrate you.

You turned to face him, your expression firm. The moment his gaze met yours, he pouted—a soft, almost theatrical downturn of his lips that tugged at your heart despite your irritation.

Damn him.

You sighed, tearing your eyes away and attempting to leave again, but Rafayel wasn’t having it. His hold on your wrist remained firm, his grip gentle but insistent.

"Wait—I'm sorry!" His voice pitched slightly in alarm, his usual playful demeanor faltering as he scrambled to fix the situation. "I didn’t mean to make you mad. I just…" He hesitated, shoulders slumping slightly. "I just wanted to see you."

There was something so utterly boyish about the way he said it—so completely unguarded. You could hear the pout in his voice even without looking at him.

You exhaled slowly, some of your frustration ebbing away.

"Rafayel…" you murmured, your voice softer now. Turning back to him, you reached up, cupping his face in your hands. He leaned into your touch instinctively, his paint-smudged fingers ghosting over your own.

"I'm not mad that you want to spend time with me," you reassured him gently. "But you can’t keep making up emergencies when you know I’m working. It’s not fair, love."

His brows knit together, guilt flickering across his features.

You huffed out a small laugh. "I’ll take a day off soon, and when I do, I’ll be all yours. No interruptions, I promise."

The transformation was instant. His entire face lit up, joy replacing every trace of guilt as he all but tackled you into his embrace, arms wrapping around you like he never wanted to let go.

"You swear it?" His voice was muffled against your shoulder.

"I swear."

Rafayel pulled back just enough to grin at you, that familiar spark of mischief returning to his gaze. "Good. Because I already have about ten different date ideas, and I expect full participation."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Of course you do."

And just like that, your frustration melted away.

Sylus

You sat in Sylus' kitchen, at the grand kitchen island, indulging in whatever you felt like having at that moment, though the food did little to ease the frustration simmering beneath your skin.

Mephisto had been following you again.

The mechanical crow had a way of appearing when you least expected it, its glowing eyes tracking your every move like an ever-present specter. It unsettled you, always lingering just at the edge of your vision, a silent observer in the shadows. You even found him in your apartament once, still wondering how he got there.

You had spoken to Sylus about it more times than you could count, but the man seemed utterly unbothered, amused even, by your grievances.

“Are you planning to ignore me all day, sweet girl?” His deep, velvety voice broke through the silence, laced with the usual undertones of amusement. “I’ve already told you—Mephisto has simply taken an extreme liking to you.”

You clenched your jaw, fighting the urge to roll your eyes, and instead busied yourself with your meal. When that wasn’t enough of a distraction, you reached for your phone, scrolling aimlessly through the screen in an attempt to block out his presence.

But Sylus was nothing if not persistent.

You could feel his gaze on you—heavy, assessing, waiting. The subtle heat of his presence grew nearer, the faint scent of his cologne—dark spice and expensive leather—curling around you.

Then, effortlessly, he plucked the phone from your hands.

Your head snapped up, a scowl already settling on your face as you turned to glare at him. He, of course, remained entirely unruffled. A slow smirk curled his lips, and before you could snatch your device back, he tucked it into his pocket.

“You’ll get it back once you decide to talk to me.” He settled onto the stool beside you, elbow resting against the marble, his posture entirely relaxed as he watched your reaction with open amusement.

You huffed, turning away without a word. If he thought this was going to be enough to pull a response from you, he was sorely mistaken.

But you had underestimated Sylus.

The moment you stepped away, you felt his hand catch your waist, firm yet effortless, and in one fluid motion, he pulled you back against him. Your breath hitched as you collided with his chest, the warmth of his body pressing into yours, the scent of him dizzying.

He sighed against your ear, low and indulgent. “You’re being difficult.”

You scoffed, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck.

“I do not wish to be followed and monitored by your mechanical crow. I am perfectly capable of looking after myself, thank you very much.”

Sylus hummed, his fingers still resting against your waist as he turned you to face him. His expression remained unreadable, though there was something in his dark gaze—something knowing, something teasing.

“I know you are,” he said smoothly. “Alright, I’ll tell him to tone it down.”

Your brows furrowed, your skepticism evident, but you knew this was the best concession you would get from him.

“You’re terrible,” you muttered, though there was no real venom behind it.

He chuckled, his arms slipping around you fully, pulling you against him in a slow, deliberate embrace.

“Whatever you say, sweetie.”

Caleb

The apartment was warm, bathed in the soft glow of dimmed lights, the scent of home-cooked food still lingering in the air. Rain tapped gently against the windowpanes, a quiet backdrop to the clinking of dishes as Caleb moved around the kitchen, tidying up after dinner.

You sat at the dinner table, absently poking at the meal he had made you, though your appetite had long faded. Something gnawed at you, a strange ache settling in your chest that you couldn’t quite shake.

Caleb, of course, noticed immediately.

"You’re looking at that food like it personally offended you," he quipped, glancing over his shoulder. "What’s wrong, pipsqueak?"

You didn’t answer.

Your frown deepened as you idly pushed your fork against the plate, the silence between you stretching just a little too long.

The sound of running water cut off. Moments later, he was at your side, kneeling beside your chair, bringing himself to your eye level. His presence was steady, familiar—the scent of his cologne mixed with something undeniably Caleb.

Then—poke.

His finger prodded your cheek, once, twice, thrice, in an attempt to get a reaction out of you. Anything. He hated seeing you like this, all quiet and brooding.

"Guess you’re not that talkative now, huh?" His voice was teasing, but his eyes—warm and intent—searched your face for answers. The boyish grin he wore, the same one that had always made your heart falter just a little, did nothing to ease your mood.

You sighed, your gaze drifting—away from him, away from his teasing expression—to his neck. Bare.

The necklace. His necklace. Your necklace. The one you had given him, the one he always wore.

It wasn’t there.

He caught the flicker of emotion that crossed your face, and just like that, he understood. Of course, he did. He had known you for too long, had memorized every little shift in your expression, every mannerism that gave you away.

“I took it off while I was at work,” he admitted, watching you carefully. “Left it in my uniform and forgot to bring it with me.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line.

"But it’s safe," he reassured, reaching up to tousle your hair with a careless grin. “I’ll make sure to bring it next time, okay? Don’t pout on me now.”

You winced. “Caleb! I just washed my hair!”

And just like that, the tension was gone, washed away as you swatted at him in protest. His grin widened as he swiftly dodged your hands, the shift in your mood exactly what he had been aiming for.

The next thing you knew, you were chasing him through the apartment, the air filled with your laughter as he weaved through the furniture, just out of reach.

"Alright, alright, truce!" He lifted his hands in surrender, though the smirk on his lips told you he had no intention of actually stopping.

For now, the necklace was forgotten. For now, there was only this—the warmth, the laughter, the easy way he pulled you back in, just like he always did.

[kisssukuna33]

HusbandSukuna! Who's never been the one to understand today's relationships. 50/50? No, his woman will never touch a single bill with her delicate fingers as long as he's alive and well.

HusbandSukuna! Who never understood the whole "giving your relationship time before proposing" thing. You aren't a real man if you drag out your relationship and take what you have for granted, Atleast that must have been what he was thinking when he put a big rock on your finger after dating for only 7 months.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes his role as your fiancé VERY seriously. He asked you to move in with him just right after he proposed. He does everything he can to make sure you feel comfortable in his house. He even went as far to renovate half of the house to your liking despite your much protesting that it's not needed.

HusbandSukuna! Who checks everyday to see if you are wearing the ring he put on you. it almost become a habbit for him to kiss the ring in your finger every single morning. Not just in the morning, whenever you two hangout in the public he intentionally kisses it to give other people the signal that his girl is strictly taken.

HusbandSukuna! Who wants to get married as soon as possible but he respect your time and choices. He doesn't want you to get overwhelmed by this at all, so he waits patiently ( had to restraint himself from asking like 5 times)

HusbandSukuna! Who gets so freaking happy when you finally confront him about being ready for marriage. The moment those words slip from your mouth his hands instantly go to your waist to pull you closer, closer till your foreheads are touching, He places a warm kiss on your temple and the next thing you hear makes your heart warm and fuzzy.

"You are the best thing that ever happened to me, I promise to be the best husband and I swear on my life I will take care of you and protect you till I die, I love you"

HusbandSukuna! Who jumps straight into the wedding planning. He hears from his married friends how stressful wedding planning was to them and he determines to not make you experience any bit of the stress, He tries everything in his power to make things go smooth as possible.

HusbandSukuna! Who breakdown in tears the moment he saw you walking the aisle to everyone's shock. The grumpy tatted 6'4 scary big guy who has given them nothing but attitude crying over seeing the love of his life walking down aisle? Who would have thought.

HusbandSukuna! Who immediately intertwine your fingers with his as he looks into your eyes like he sees nothing but the whole world in them and wait no minute to whisper "The prettiest, mine"

HusbandSukuna! who finally breaks free from his staring as the wedding officiant clears his throat to let him know that there's a whole wedding left to finish.

Everyone expect him to do a short vow and get done with it. Sukuna isn't known as the most expressive guy after all, but to everyone's surprise the vow lasted whole 15 minutes!! It was filled with nothing but love and appreciation for you and the little grin plastered in his mouth at the end of the vow makes it obvious how proud he was of himself ( I mean practicing this costed him a years worth friend too, after he suggested Sukuna to add some dirty degrading sex joke about you in the vows he ended up punching the guy as a result, so hell yeah he's proud of this!)

HusbandSukuna! Who keeps the honeymoon destination as a surprise till last minute, and your heart fills with joy as you realize he took you back to the beach you two first met, a place special to you both.

He booked the hotel room with the best view to the beach as expected.

HusbandSukuna! Who's heart feel warm all of a sudden, it's only a year ago he believed himself to be someone who's unable to be loved. Oh how much have changed since then.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes your hand and drags you to the balcony for a dance.

The smell of the beach, evening lightening, sounds of the ocean..All adds to the atmosphere as you two get lost in yourselves.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes a glance at the beach and sees a young family, not much older than both of you playing in the sand with their little girl.

HusbandSukuna! Who has a small smile tugged at his lips as he mentally promises to himself that he will return here again after you two finally complete your own little family.

No grammar checks, forgive me I'm too lazy

What do we think about part 2?